Chakotay, Janeway and the doctor gathered round the monitor on his desk in sickbay's office. A rather apprehensive Paris was trying to get a coherent thought from Seven, who was now sobbing over B'Elanna's obvious dislike towards her. The Doctor pulled up the official Starfleet medical diagnostics archive.
He started pompously, "Being the embodiment of this program, I can tell you that there are dozens of documented symptoms of alcohol intoxication, and Seven is displaying quite a few of them-"
Janeway interrupted: "I would've thought being drunk was "inefficient". Shouldn't her Borg nanoprobes be able to take care of this?"
"Seven is the first liberated drone ever, as far as I'm aware, and we still don't know a lot about the Borg. Apparently, the Collective can't hold its' liquor," Chakotay chimed in, humor in his eyes.
Janeway had to smile, but it faded as a new thought came to mind. "And who, exactly, thought it a good idea to give Seven alcohol?! I doubt she replicated it herself; the girl's practically still learning how to eat!"
"Names come to mind," Chakotay said, his voice steely. Their eyes met, and they knew they were thinking the same thing: Paris.
"If you hadn't interrupted me," The Doctor cut in irritably, "You'd know that this is not a simple overdose of alcohol in the bloodstream."
Janeway and Chakotay turned to stare at the hologram, who stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "Then what is it, Doctor?" Chakotay asked.
"I don't know," The Doctor said curtly, wishing he had a more definitive answer. "But, Seven's neural transmitter keeps regular scans of her physiology; I will download those immediately and keep working!" He said hastily, catching a glimpse of the look on the captain's face.
Janeway was giving a weary sigh, on the inside; just what she needed, a ship-wide epidemic! But these situations just went with the territory of being a starship captain, and Janeway forced herself back into the moment.
"Thank you, Doctor. Keep on it. I need to brief Tuvok, if you'll excuse me," Janeway walked out of sickbay with her best "captain's stride" followed by her loyal first officer, who nodded at the Doctor. No sooner had they stepped outside the doors, however, then Tuvok himself stumbled up to Janeway. His eyes were wide and slightly bloodshot. "Captain," was all he stuttered. Then he turned his head and vomited, giving her boots a near-miss.
"Still hungry, Commander?" Janeway asked Chakotay.
