Disclaimer in Chapter One.
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"There you go, Admiral. I'm glad you didn't have to reschedule it this time," The former EMH of the USS Voyager said. Kathryn sighed.
"I have to be on my best behavior, Doc. Shannon's in town, and she's started her investigating again," Kathryn said, rubbing her neck where the hypospray had formally been.
"Oh?" The EMH asked absentmindedly while updating Kathryn's medical file at a nearby medical console.
"But luckily this afternoon she went to visit Tuvok. How is his condition today?" Kathryn asked, standing up and dusting off her uniform that gleamed with Admiral's pips. The Doctor turned around to face the white haired woman, his brows furled in a single brow of perplexing thought.
"Not well. He's stopped responding to medication altogether now. It won't be long now," The Doctor said with disheartens. Kathryn sighed at the thought of losing Tuvok.
"Well I ought to get back to the office. Let me know if anything happens to him," Kathryn said, walking out of Starfleet Medical. Outside the quiet medical bay for the EMH, there was commotion in the busy hospital area. Doctors and nurses passed by her hurriedly with PADDS, medical trays and hyposprays. Kathryn walked out of the busy area and to the Turbo Lift out of there. As the doors to it opened, she paused and decided to walk down the hallway, passing through double doors labeled 'Psychiatric Ward'. The usual nurse greeted her.
"He seems to have another guest today," she said. Kathryn smiled and entered the room that was dimly lit by candlelight.
"Who killed her, Tuvok? Who??" Shannon asked for what sounded as though the millionth time, due to the sweat of frustration that lined her forehead.
"Shannon, please, leave him be," Kathryn said, taking Shannon by the wrists off the floor next to where Tuvok lay scribbling on paper.
"No, he knows, I know he knows," Shannon said.
"Stardate 45783.6, Stardate 45783.6..." Tuvok said, writing out formulas and calculations.
"He's stopped responding to treatment, he's not well," Kathryn said, looking down at her poor friend. "The Doctor says it won't be long now..."
"You don't know that and neither does that holographic maniac," Shannon said, still heated from Tuvok's failure to reply. Kathryn's eyes flashed up at Shannon.
"Tuvok, we'll be right back," Kathryn said, her eyes not leaving Shannon's cold face. Kathryn grabbed Shannon's arm and took her out of the room. "What has gotten into you?? The man is barely living in this reality, and you go off trying to remind him of her death."
"You want to know just as much as I do. I came here for answers, and I won't give up like I did last time. This time I'm leaving with the real facts, and everything will be fine this time," Shannon said, walking off.
"Don't you walk away from me," Kathryn said in her low Captain's voice. Shannon didn't even wince as she kept walking, pushing open the doors and stepping aboard the Turbo Lift. Kathryn placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. The door creaked as she cracked it open. "Tuvok?"
"The light, it disrupts my work," Tuvok said in a low, scratchy voice.
"I apologize, I must've forgot," Kathryn said, sliding inside the room again and sitting down next to him. "How have you been lately Tuvok? Anything new?" Tuvok grunted and pulled away from Kathryn's hand as she laid it on his back. "It's okay Tuvok, it's just me. Remember me?" Tuvok looked up with wide, child-like eyes.
"You are... Captain Janeway," he said, tilting his head. Kathryn smiled.
"Yes, yes I am," Kathryn, said, ignoring her mistaken ranking. "You can trust me, remember?"
"You are an imposter, Kathryn Janeway was murdered on Stardate 45783.6 during her return home from the Delta Quadrant," Tuvok said, throwing his papers everywhere.
"Tuvok, I never died during that," Kathryn said with surprise. Tuvok grunted and then picked his fallen pencil back up to continue his writings. Kathryn cocked her head to the side. "Are you talking about Seven of Nine?"
"Seven of Nine was murdered on Stardate 45783.6 during her return home from the Delta Quadrant," Tuvok said, not looking up from his scribbling.
"Yes," Kathryn said softly, running her hand over his thick hair. "Yes she did, Tuvok. And it wasn't your fault, you have to realize that." Tuvok stood up, throwing his papers everywhere, and pinned Kathryn against the wall with one hand wrapped chokingly around her throat. "Don't do this, Tuvok," Kathryn whispered with slight strain. "You don't want to hurt me."
"Captain Kathryn Janeway died on Stardate 45783.6 during her return home from the Delta Quadrant, you are an imposter!!" Tuvok yelled.
"Janeway to security personal," Kathryn said, her heart melting as though acid had been poured over it. She knew what would come next. The doors flew open and a team of medical staff pulled Tuvok off of her. The pinned his flailing body to the floor and injected him with several hyposprays until he finally wore out and gave up. Kathryn coughed from the lack of oxygen as she gazed on at this scene, but knew it was going to happen the moment his hand reached her throat.
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"There you go, Admiral. I'm glad you didn't have to reschedule it this time," The former EMH of the USS Voyager said. Kathryn sighed.
"I have to be on my best behavior, Doc. Shannon's in town, and she's started her investigating again," Kathryn said, rubbing her neck where the hypospray had formally been.
"Oh?" The EMH asked absentmindedly while updating Kathryn's medical file at a nearby medical console.
"But luckily this afternoon she went to visit Tuvok. How is his condition today?" Kathryn asked, standing up and dusting off her uniform that gleamed with Admiral's pips. The Doctor turned around to face the white haired woman, his brows furled in a single brow of perplexing thought.
"Not well. He's stopped responding to medication altogether now. It won't be long now," The Doctor said with disheartens. Kathryn sighed at the thought of losing Tuvok.
"Well I ought to get back to the office. Let me know if anything happens to him," Kathryn said, walking out of Starfleet Medical. Outside the quiet medical bay for the EMH, there was commotion in the busy hospital area. Doctors and nurses passed by her hurriedly with PADDS, medical trays and hyposprays. Kathryn walked out of the busy area and to the Turbo Lift out of there. As the doors to it opened, she paused and decided to walk down the hallway, passing through double doors labeled 'Psychiatric Ward'. The usual nurse greeted her.
"He seems to have another guest today," she said. Kathryn smiled and entered the room that was dimly lit by candlelight.
"Who killed her, Tuvok? Who??" Shannon asked for what sounded as though the millionth time, due to the sweat of frustration that lined her forehead.
"Shannon, please, leave him be," Kathryn said, taking Shannon by the wrists off the floor next to where Tuvok lay scribbling on paper.
"No, he knows, I know he knows," Shannon said.
"Stardate 45783.6, Stardate 45783.6..." Tuvok said, writing out formulas and calculations.
"He's stopped responding to treatment, he's not well," Kathryn said, looking down at her poor friend. "The Doctor says it won't be long now..."
"You don't know that and neither does that holographic maniac," Shannon said, still heated from Tuvok's failure to reply. Kathryn's eyes flashed up at Shannon.
"Tuvok, we'll be right back," Kathryn said, her eyes not leaving Shannon's cold face. Kathryn grabbed Shannon's arm and took her out of the room. "What has gotten into you?? The man is barely living in this reality, and you go off trying to remind him of her death."
"You want to know just as much as I do. I came here for answers, and I won't give up like I did last time. This time I'm leaving with the real facts, and everything will be fine this time," Shannon said, walking off.
"Don't you walk away from me," Kathryn said in her low Captain's voice. Shannon didn't even wince as she kept walking, pushing open the doors and stepping aboard the Turbo Lift. Kathryn placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. The door creaked as she cracked it open. "Tuvok?"
"The light, it disrupts my work," Tuvok said in a low, scratchy voice.
"I apologize, I must've forgot," Kathryn said, sliding inside the room again and sitting down next to him. "How have you been lately Tuvok? Anything new?" Tuvok grunted and pulled away from Kathryn's hand as she laid it on his back. "It's okay Tuvok, it's just me. Remember me?" Tuvok looked up with wide, child-like eyes.
"You are... Captain Janeway," he said, tilting his head. Kathryn smiled.
"Yes, yes I am," Kathryn, said, ignoring her mistaken ranking. "You can trust me, remember?"
"You are an imposter, Kathryn Janeway was murdered on Stardate 45783.6 during her return home from the Delta Quadrant," Tuvok said, throwing his papers everywhere.
"Tuvok, I never died during that," Kathryn said with surprise. Tuvok grunted and then picked his fallen pencil back up to continue his writings. Kathryn cocked her head to the side. "Are you talking about Seven of Nine?"
"Seven of Nine was murdered on Stardate 45783.6 during her return home from the Delta Quadrant," Tuvok said, not looking up from his scribbling.
"Yes," Kathryn said softly, running her hand over his thick hair. "Yes she did, Tuvok. And it wasn't your fault, you have to realize that." Tuvok stood up, throwing his papers everywhere, and pinned Kathryn against the wall with one hand wrapped chokingly around her throat. "Don't do this, Tuvok," Kathryn whispered with slight strain. "You don't want to hurt me."
"Captain Kathryn Janeway died on Stardate 45783.6 during her return home from the Delta Quadrant, you are an imposter!!" Tuvok yelled.
"Janeway to security personal," Kathryn said, her heart melting as though acid had been poured over it. She knew what would come next. The doors flew open and a team of medical staff pulled Tuvok off of her. The pinned his flailing body to the floor and injected him with several hyposprays until he finally wore out and gave up. Kathryn coughed from the lack of oxygen as she gazed on at this scene, but knew it was going to happen the moment his hand reached her throat.
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