After hours of work, neither the Doctor, nor Kes, nor Harry had been able to find anything. They couldn't locate any traces of the tranquilizer in Danni's bloodstream. And the Doctor was starting to think that they never would. Kes and Harry tried to be hopeful, but Danni was decidedly against the whole procedure. She insisted that they would not be able to find the cause of the disease because her immune system would have destroyed every possible trace of it already. Finally, the rest of them were forced to agree with her. Kes had to hurry out so that she could meet Nelix for a date, and the Doctor, fed up since he hadn't found a single thing, returned to his office.

Harry began to put everything away and Danni slid off the examination table to help him. She handed him all the equipment and he put it away in it's place. They were both silent, Harry out of nervousness, and Danni simply because she was thinking about the past few hours.

Harry at last spoke up, "so, I assume you're going to go back to your duties, now."

"I hope the Captain will let me," Danni replied. "There's no reason to keep me in here anymore if we can't find anything."

"But suppose you get sick again?" Harry asked, cocking his head. His black hair fell out of place. Danni hesitated just long enough for him to reach up and comb it quickly back into place.

"I won't," Danni reassured him. "And if I do, it won't take long for someone to find me. This ship is jam- packed with crew."

"You don't like it that way?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I prefer it quieter," Danni replied. "Or at least, in a larger space. My home world is so spacious, it's hard to get used to a crowded life aboard a starship."

"I see," Harry mumbled, putting the last piece of equipment away. "I think it's comforting to have so many-"

The ship suddenly jerked, sending both Harry and Danni toppling off of their feet. Danni landed hard on the floor, and Harry danced a bit on the rolling surface before toppling down almost on top of her. He caught himself on his arms before he squished her beneath him. The ship continued to jerk around for a few moments and Harry struggled to stay up, blushing as he saw Danni's surprised face beneath him.

When the ship finally stopped rollicking, Harry threw himself to one side and lay still, panting. He could hear the heavy breathing of Danni, laying by his side. The lights in sickbay had gone out and the emergency lights had not yet activated. Harry could hardly see in the dark room. He sat up and reached out a hand to find Danni. She found his hand and pulled herself up as well. Harry stood on wobbly legs and squinted as he searched the room for the Doctor.

"Doctor!" He called. "Are you still active?"

The room was silent except for their breathing. Danni's hand clutched his arm. The ship was silent outside the doors, but they soon began to hear shouts, people calling out to one another, trying to find someone to hold on to.

"Computer," Harry said in a firm voice, "emergency lights."

The computer beeped faintly and bathed the sickbay in a half- hearted red glow. Harry tried to turn on the EMH program manually, then shook his head gravely. "This isn't good. The doctor's offline and it doesn't look like we'll be getting him back any time soon."

"Can we get to the bridge?" Danni asked, sticking close to him as if she was afraid of being alone in the dark.

"I don't know if the turbo lifts have enough power to take us there, but we can try," Harry said, trying to weight his options. "If that doesn't work, we can crawl through the Jefferies tubes to get there."

"Let's go," Danni breathed. "It's empty in here."

Harry nodded and put his arm around the shivering Fairie. He felt a little awkward doing so, but she seemed to draw a little comfort from it. They headed out of sickbay and into the corridor. The turbo lift naturally did not have enough power to open it's doors, much less get them to the bridge. Danni bent down, removed a plate from the wall, and the two crawled into the maze of Jefferies tubes.

After a few minutes, they reached the bridge and opened the door manually. The darkened bridge was filled with smoke from an exploded console. Harry fleetingly hoped that it was not his. When he passed Tuvok's station, he knew it wasn't.

"Danni, find the emergency medical supplies!" He picked up the unconscious Vulcan's shoulders and dragged him away from the white hot console. Danni dashed to the wall and back with the medical supplies. Harry quickly applied salve to Tuvok's hands, where they had been burned in the explosion.

"That should do for now," he said, wiping off his hands on his trousers. "How are the others?"

"Still breathing," Danni said, walking over to check the Captain and Chakotay. She pulled Paris off of his work station and checked his pulse. "Paris is fine, too. They're all unconscious, though. Something must have hit the ship."

Harry headed to his own console and rerouted power to the visual. "If I can divert power from the lights for just a moment, I should be able to get a look at what's going on out there."

The visual crackled to life, but all they could see was a blank, gray cloud. Harry frowned. "Some sort of... gaseous formation. I don't understand. It doesn't appear to have unusual properties, really. Our sensors are having a hard time picking up anything, though."

"Do you suppose... What if the alien's ship is hiding in here?" Danni asked, cradling Paris' head in her hands to keep it from lolling to the side.

"That's a possibility. From what I've seen, his technology is much more advanced than ours." Harry made a clucking sound. "I don't know what he plans to accomplish by this."

"By what?"

"I don't know, whatever he's doing!" Harry exclaimed.

"Unhh.." The Captain groaned and shifted in her chair. Harry rushed down to help her. "Easy, Captain, easy. You're going to be all right."

Janeway opened her eyes, but they tried to close again. She forced them open. "What's going on?" She demanded, pulling herself upright. "I- oh!" Her eyes widened in surprise when she looked around at the crew members lying on the floor of the bridge. "Are they-?"

"No, Captain," Danni assured her hurriedly. "As far as I can tell, they're all still alive. They should be fine once they regain consciousness."

Janeway looked over at Tuvok, who was lying in the same place Harry hd set him down. "Tuvok," she moaned. "His console exploded-"

"He's all right, Captain," Harry soothed her. "His hands are burned, but other than that he's okay."

"What happened, Captain?" Danni asked gently. "We were in sickbay and the lights suddenly just shut off. Most of the systems are offline. The EMH isn't functioning, and neither are the turbo lifts."

"We entered some kind of gaseous formation," Janeway said, trying to sit up straight. "We didn't realize that our sensors would be affected by it until we entered. When we tried to back out, something hit us, and we couldn't trace it's source. It felt like something fired on us, but we couldn't detect anything on sensors. Tuvok tried to reconfigure the sensors to trace the source, but when he thought he had it, his console exploded. Then something else hit us and... That's all I remember."

"We need to get you to sickbay, Captain," Harry said, sliding his arm around her waist and putting her arm over his shoulder. "Danni, can you look after the others? I'll try to find someone who's uninjured and get them to come up here and help you. It looks like the entire bridge crew is going to need to pay a visit to sickbay."

"I'll treat them with what we have here until you can bring them all to sickbay," Danni replied. "But you can't even get the Captain out of sickbay until you get the turbo lifts working. Or were you planning to drag her through the Jefferies tubes?"

Harry bit his lip. He hadn't thought of that. He slowly lowered the Captain back into her chair and stood up again. "I'm going to try to get a hold of B'Elanna in engineering. She might be able to reroute some of the systems."

All right, but be prepared to have to do it yourself," Danni said. "The comm. system might not be working either."

"You're right," Harry sighed. "Kim to Torres." He clucked his tongue when there was nothing but silence to answer him. "B'Elanna, are you there?" He shook his head and turned to his console. "Internal sensors are still online," he said, sounding slightly surprised. "There's a hull breach on deck 14. I'm reading no life signs." He looked up and Danni met his eyes for an instant. He knew they were both wondering who had made it out. Harry rapidly readjusted his eyes to the console. "I'm going to divert what's left of the power there to the turbo lifts. If you can help me get as many people as you can into the turbo lift, we can take them down to sickbay."

Harry once again helped Captain Janeway to her feet, trying to get her to walk part of the way to the turbo lift. Avery occupied herself with trying to bring Chakotay back to consciousness. He at last came around, at least partly, and she helped him walk to the turbo lift, laying him down gently on the hard floor, touching his forehead gently to calm his harsh breathing. Harry needed her help lifting Tuvok, so they carried him to the turbo lift together. Danni attempted to carry one more ensign, but when she was halfway to the turbo lift, she felt the life drain from the young man. She almost dropped him like a hot potato, but instead carefully lowered him down and folded his hands together, then retreated back to Harry's side and helped him with the last person on the bridge, Tom Paris. Harry looked over at the dead ensign, then squeezed his eyes shut. He felt fingers squeeze his hand and looked up to see Danni give him a look that told him to keep going. They got on the turbolift together and rode down to sickbay. The turbo lift was slightly slower than usual, but it got the job done and soon Danni and Harry were pulling people onto beds, covering them with blankets. When all of them were lying still without groaning, Harry slumped into a chair, digging his fingers into his hair and raking it back. Danni stood by, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know what we're going to do if the rest of the ship is like this," Harry muttered bitterly. "We can't care for everyone ourselves."

"Harry," Danni reached out to touch his black hair, but stopped and pulled her hand back. She continued in a more firm voice, "it doesn't matter what we think we can do, what matters is duty." She patted his shoulder. "Besides, I won't have you breaking down or giving up. I'll probably need to cling to you again in a moment. Who knows what we'll find on the other decks of the ship?" She tried to offer a reassuring smile, but felt she was failing miserably. Harry looked up at her words, though. He nodded stoutly.

"I'm going to go search the halls, and I'll bring back as many as I can. There's got to be a few people still conscious. They can help set up the sickbay for the injured."

"Be careful," Danni warned. "I don't know what's going on here, but it's not good. If you don't come back in an hour, I'm going to start to get worried." She paused. "Acutally," she added, "I'll be worrying the moment you step out of sickbay."

Harry stood up to leave, but he turned back to look at her. "Don't worry," he told her, "I'll be fine." He hesitated, then reached out and pulled her to him. He felt her tense, and then slowly but surely relax. He let her go and cleared his throat, looking down at the floor. Neither of them spoke for a moment, then Harry took a step backward. "Well, I'll be back later, then." And, turning on his heel, he left the room with a shivery feeling somewhere next to his heart.