CHAPTER TWO:
Chakotay and Paris walked down the corridor approaching closer and closer to sickbay. Both Chakotay and Paris felt their anxiety getting higher with each approaching step. Finally, reaching the entry to sickbay the doors slid open as they walked in. The first thing that Chakotay noticed was Janeway lying on the bio bed, with Seven over her taking her vital signs. He couldn't help, but just stare at her for a moment until the EMH came up to him, "What happened?"
The EMH looked down for a moment, and back up at the Commanders face with sadness, "Apparently, the Captain has suffered a complete neural collapse."
"Meaning?!" Commander Chakotay snapped.
The EMH sighed, "The Captains brain cells started to become unstable causing her to lose conscientiousness."
"Will she be okay?" Chakotay asked quickly.
"For now I have suspended her neural pathways, and placed her under full life support."
Paris stepped in and asked, "What can we do?"
"For the moment I need you to continue monitoring her life signs, make sure that they remain stable, but top priority is finding the cause. This type of injury doesn't just… happen."
Chakotay quickly nodded, "I'll get everyone on it!"
As he started to turn and leave the EMH grabbed Chakotay's arm, "Commander, I should make you aware of something. The Captain has already sustained brain damage, there is a high possibility that I won't be able to repair the damage even if we are able to find the cause."
Chakotay glanced back at the Janeway, feeling nothing but grief. He looked back at the doctor, said nothing to his report, and continued on his way back to the bridge. As he walked down the corridor to the turbolift, Seven quickly came up behind him, "Commander?"
"Seven, I'm kind of busy."
"I maybe of help."
"I agree." They both stopped in the middle of the corridor, they turned and looked at each other, "I want you to go to astrometrics and scan for any alien ships within sensor range. We have to accept the possibility that some kind of alien force could be behind this. I'm going to have Harry going over..."
"Commander!" She slight shouted interrupting him, "That is not what I mean. The Captain called me to her Ready Room to discuss something that she had noticed in the sensor logs for last night; a two hour gap in the logs. She was going to have me check over astrometrics sensors to see if they had recorded anything unusual."
"And?"
"That was right when the Captain collapsed; I have not had a chance to review the records."
"Get it done, I want a report within the hour." He said as he continued walking to the turbolift. Seven watched him for a moment and sighed as she started to make her way to the astrometrics lab. After a few moments of Chakotay standing in front of the doors to the turbolift, Chakotay looked up at the wall, "Computer." The computer chimed back in response. "All senior officers report to the briefing room" He tapped his communicator, "Chakotay to Seven. Disregard that, I want you to keep on the astrometic sensors."
"Understood." The turbolift had arrived and Chakotay had stepped in "Bridge." He commanded, and the turbolift went into motion. The trip to the bridge seemed as though was never ending, all he could think about was the Captain, and all he could feel was his concern for her but soon... the turbolift did stop and the doors opened to the bridge.
As soon as he stepped off the turbolift he turned and walked straight for the Briefing Room where Ensign Harry Kim, Lt. Commander Tuvok, Lt. B'alonna Torres, and Mr. Neelix were all sitting at the conference table.
Chakotay started around the table to sit in his chair, as being a long time friend of his, Lt. Torres recognized the sadness in his eyes, "Chakotay, what is it?"
"Captain Janeway's collapsed, the cause is unknown but the outcome is grim. She has sustained some sort of neural damage, and the doctor needs us to try and find the cause. I have Seven reviewing the sensor logs from last night; apparently the Captain found some kind gap in the logs that she wanted her to investigate into. Harry, I want you to run continual sweep for any alien vessels within sensor range, also see if you can detect any cloaking fields, or anomalies; Tuvok take a security team and sweep the ship deck by deck, see if you can find anything out of the ordinary; Neelix, until we get some answers I have a feeling morale is going to be an issue, reassure everyone that everything is being done possible to help the Captain."
"Yes, Sir."
"Dismissed." Before any of the other senior officers could stand, Chakotay was out of his chair and out the door. Ensign Kim and Lt. Commander Tuvok went onto the bridge seeing the Commander in his chair studying the console to his side. Harry Kim returned to his station and started running the scan, while Tuvok left the bridge on the turbolift to begin his security sweep.
The bridge was silent aside from the beeping of consoles, when the sound of the COM broke all silence, "Seven of Nine to Commander Chakotay."
"Go ahead."
"Report to the astrometrics lab immediately."
"Acknowledged."
In the astrometrics lab Seven walked from console to console, staying at each for only a moment. She walked to the center console that was placed in front of the giant view screen, she stood there for a moment as she looked at a diagnostic review of the sensor logs when Chakotay had walked in, "Report?"
"I have ran multiple diagnostics on the sensor data, and found something quite peculiar." Seven pressed buttons on the center console and soon there after the view screen display had changed. "At the precise moment the sensors gap began I'm showing there to be a slight temporal disturbance within the sensor grid itself."
"Temporal?"
"Yes. I haven't been able to determine the cause yet, but I am still running scans."
"Keep on it; also, transfer your results to the doctor. See if he might be able to make something of this, it could be connected to what's happening to the Captain."
"Yes, Commander."
"I'll be on the bridge, keep my informed." Chakotay turned and started to walk to the doors, and stopped for a moment, turned and looked at Seven of Nine, "And Seven, good work." She turned to see him for a moment, and nodded but returned to her work.