The gel pack Lt. Tuvok held kept slipping out of place every time he reached for his tool kit. He was beginning to regret volunteering to assist maintenance with minor repairs around the ship. Then he heard the annoying, Talaxian accented humming coming down the corridor. Of all the people, he thought.
As Neelix walked by he called out.
"Mr. Neelix, I require your assistance."
"Oh, certainly Mr. Vulcan. I would be happy to assist you."
"Yes." Tuvok replied. "Just hold this gel pack in place while I retrieve a tool from my bag."
"It would make me very happy to to hold that gel pack."
Neelix stepped into the small space and placed his hand on the pack Tuvok stepped out into the corridor. Turned quickly and pressed a button on the control panel beside the door. The inner airlock hatch slammed shut. Neelix looked out the hatches small window.
"Mr. Vulcan, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Neelix, you are the most annoying, irritating humanoid I have ever encountered." He turned a knob on the control panel. The outer hatch began to open slowly. Atmosphere began venting into space. With panic stricken eyes, Neelix began screaming and pounding on the hatch.
"No Mr. Vulcan. Please let me out. I'll do anything you want."
"Anything I want? I want to watch you fly through space, without a pressure suit. You have annoyed me for the last time."
He turned the knob all the way. The hatch opened and Tuvok laughed maniacally as he watched Neelix flip end over end into oblivion.
"That was a surprisingly pleasent experience." Tuvok said to himself, as he clasp his hands together. "But I must cover my tracks. What would the Captain think if she finds out what I've just done? Computer, end program.". The Holo deck appeared around him. He stepped into the corridor and and headed for the bridge. Neelix came running up beside him.
"Gooood morning Mr. Vulcan, you look rested and relaxed, ready for another day of adventure in the Delta Quadrant."
"Yes, Mr. Neelix, I just had a very pleasing experience in the Holo deck. I've been feeling stressed lately and the Doctor recommend I indulge myself in a Holo fantasy. I told him, Vulcans do not fantasize. But as Chief Medical Officer, he ordered me. Surprisingly, it worked, I feel much better now."
"Well, that is wonderful. You know, I'd like to join you in a Vulcan fantasy. That would be, fasenating."
"I suspect you would not like one of my fantasies." He reached up and grabbed Neelix's head and twisted. There was a loud pop as the neck snapped. Neelix went limp and fell to the floor.
"Even better the second time." Tuvok said to himself. "Computer, end program." The coridor vanished and the Holo deck appeared. He stepped out the door and headed for the turbolift. The doors opened and the captain and Neelix came out.
"Well, speaking of the devil." Janeway said. "We can ask him ourselves. Your birthday is coming up and Mr. Nelix wants to fix you something special. What would you like?"
"I'll show you what I would like." He drew a Vulcan dagger from his belt and plunged it deep into Neelix's chest. He laughed at the shocked expression on Nelix's face as he slumped into Janeway's arms.
"Tuvok!" She screamed, as she lowered Neelix gently to the floor. "What's the matter with you?"
"I've made Voyager a less annoying ship. Computer end program."
"Please specify." The computer asked.
"The program currently running in the Holo deck." Tukok replied.
"There is no program running on the Holo deck."
"No!" Tuvok exclaimed, as he stepped back. "That can't be."
"Tuvok," Janeway said as she stood up. "This is not the Holo deck. You've just killed Mr. Nelix."
From the deepest, darkest part of the Vulcan heart, fear and panic exploded through his mind. He turned and fled. Behind him, he heard the Captain yell into her comm badge.
"Janeway to Security. Apprehend Lt. Tuvok, he's just killed Mr. Neelix."
Up and down the the corridors he sprinted, shoving crew out of the way. It was illogical. There was nowhere to go. Suddenly, two Red Shirts blocked his path. They drew their phasers. There was an open Jefferies tube only a meter away. He jumped for it. His timing was a bit off. He struck his head on the bulkhead above the hatch.
He opened his eyes.
"How do you feel?" The Doctor asked.
"I have a mild headache."
"That Vulcan noggin of yours is harder than I thought. If you were human I'd keep you overnight for observation. You can go."
Tuvok sat up. Surprised he wasn't restrained and there were no security to take him into custody.
"What happened?"
"Well, how should I know?" The Doctor replied. "I was told, you were found unconscious in the Holo deck. That must have been some fantasy you were running. Apparently, you ran into the wall head first so hard you broke a Holo emitter. That's what I would expect from Torres. If she were to let her inner Klingon out. Now...out...scat. Make room for the next patient who needs the services of the greatest doctor in the Quadrant."
As Tuvok exited Sickbay, he was met by Neelix, carrying a bowl of soup.
"Ah, Mr. Vulcan, I see you've recovered."
"Yes. I'm relatively undamaged."
"Well. I'm glad to hear that. Here, I made some Vulcan chicken soup, just for you."
"Vulcans do not make 'chicken soup'.
"I know. This is the Vulcan equivalent. I can't pronounce its name."
"No thank you, Mr. Neelix."
"Oh come on, Mr. Vulcan. I made it just for you, I insist."
Tuvok sighed. "Very well." He took the spoon from the bowl and tasted. "Hmm, not bad." He took a larger spoon full. "In fact, it is quite deli..." He dropped the spoon and fell against the wall and grabbed his gut. "What, have you done...to me?"
"Oh, a poison I concocted. Kills Vulcans in seconds. You didn't really think I would sit iddly by and let you kill me a hundred and one times did you? That would not be logical. I bet it sucks. Logic thrown in your face during your final moments. I bet it sucks. You know, I don't even know what that means. Just a phrase I read in one of Mr. Paris stupid 20th century novels he insisted I read. See you later Mr. Vulcan. Computer, end program."
Neelix was humming as strutted down the corridor heading for the kitchen. As he passed an open maintenance hatch, Tuvok called out.
"Mr. Nelix, I require your assistance."
"Certainly, Mr. Vulcan. I would be very happy to assist you." He walked over to the hatch and pressed a button on a control panel. The inner hatch of the airlock slammed shut. Tuvok stood up and looked out the small window. A bit of anxiety on his face.
"Mr. Neelix, what are you doing?"
"I'm not falling for this I'd like to see you fly through space without a pressure suit." He turned the knob and laughed as he watched Tuvok sail end over end into oblivion.
"Computer end program." He said.
"Please specify which program." The computer responded.
"This Holo deck program."
"There is no Holo deck program running."
"That can't be." He tapped his comm badge. "Computer, location of Lt. Tuvok?"
"Lt. Tuvok is not aboard the ship."
"Location of Mr. Nelix?"
"Deck four, section seven."
"Oh, my. I've killed Tuvok." He fell against the bulkhead and covered his face with his hands. He looked up at the ceiling. "God's of Talax, what should I do?...kill myself?...of course. It's the only thing I can do."
He took a small knife from his pocket and slit his wrist. Blood splurted across the corridor as he sank to the floor.
"Oh, Mr. Tuvok, I didn't mean to kill you. Please, for...give...me.
A nearby door opened and Tuvok came out.
"Oh I foregive you, Mr. Talaxian. Only because I have to kill you 98 more times."