The doors to sickbay slid open, and the Captain was assaulted by a fury of opera. Standing in front of a biobed, The Doctor was singing a medley of his favorite songs. Dewey, who was sitting on the biobed, looked as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Doctor!" the Captain shouted, trying to be heard above the music.
The Doctor whirled around, "Captain!" He said, surprised, "Computer, pause music," The computer beeped in response, and the music paused, "What can I do for you?"
"We need to speak with Dewey."
Dewey hopped off the biobed, "Hi!"
Chakotay walked up to him and kneeled, "Dewey, do you remember that simulation you ran with your brother? When you launched an escape pod? We need to know the heading you programmed into it."
Dewey smiled, he craved attention, "I don't remember."
"It's very important that you tell us."
"I forgot."
"Your brother's life depends on this information." Captain Janeway supplied.
"Which one?"
"Reese." Janeway replied.
"I can't remember."
Thinking he might like Reese to divulge the information, Captain Janeway replied, "Wait—I think it was Malcolm."
"I still don't remember."
Frustrated, Chakotay stood up and turned his back to Dewey. The Doctor walked in and joined the others in a circle.
"How are we going to get this out of him?" the Captain asked.
"I could prepare a serum that would coerce him to be more… talkative. But it would take a while to prepare." The Doctor replied.
"What about a mind-meld, Captain?" Tuvok asked.
Janeway glanced at Tuvok, debating the topic in her mind. She thought it over for a couple seconds and finally replied, "Fine. You have my permission to begin."
Tuvok walked over to Dewey, picked him up, and placed him on the biobed, "I am going to perform a procedure called the Vulcan Mind Meld. It may be unpleasant at first, but the feeling will be momentary. I need you to stay still while I begin." Tuvok said. Dewey looked at him, the look on his face speaking more than his mouth. Tuvok his hands on Dewey's face. His pinky and index fingers curled under his hand, while his middle fingers rested above Dewey's eyebrows, his pointer fingers rested near Dewey's nose, and his thumbs near Dewey's chin. "My mind," Tuvok recited, "To your mind. My thoughts, to your thoughts…"
* * * *
Tuvok's eyes darted back and forth under his eyelids. Behind him, The Doctor kept constantly scanning him with a medical tricorder.
"His blood pressure's rising." The Doctor stated, somewhat perplexed. He loaded a hypospray and injected Tuvok in the neck. He scanned Tuvok again, "That's odd," Then his tricorder alarmed, "He's going into synaptic shock!" The Doctor shouted. Tuvok pulled his hands back and fell to the ground, convulsing. "Help me get him on the biobed!" The Doctor commanded Chakotay. Together, they hoisted Tuvok onto the bed. The Doctor frantically worked on him. "Get me a cortical stimulator." He was handed one and placed it on Tuvok's neck, below his ear. "10 millijoules, clear!" Tuvok shuddered. "Again!" Tuvok shuddered again. "Get me 20 milligrams of inaprovaline!" The Doctor was handed a hypospray and injected Tuvok again. He stopped convusling, and they all let out a breath of relief.
"What happened?" Captain Janeway asked.
The Doctor went back to scanning Tuvok, "It seems he couldn't handle the intensity of Dewey's mind."
"I didn't think that was possible in a Vulcan." Chakotay stated.
"Neither did I. But it seems Dewey here isn't normal." The Doctor replied. Then the lights in the room dulled, and the red alert lights came on.
Over the comm system, Ensign Kim announced "All hands, Red Alert! Arm yourselves and report to battle stations!"
Captain Janeway's comm badge beeped, "Kim to the Captain."
"Report."
"We're being hailed, it's the Borg!"
