Tom's perspective
"I'll take that chance!" I exclaimed, feeling like a ten year old having a temper tantrum with his mother.
"I won't. We already have two people ill and one person too scared to enter the bridge. You're not going to fly this ship."
"We're vulnerable"
"And im the Captain. Continue to ague Lt, and you will be held in detention." Janeway ran her fingers through her hair and replaced it on her hip. That shut me up, but only for a moment.
"What if….?" I began but looking at the expression on the Captain's face, I stopped short. "I'll just…go"
"Good idea, Mr Paris"
I left quickly and felt the breeze the door made as it closed. Harry raised his eyebrows at me I question and all I could do was shrug, which made chakotay smile. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration, I walked up to the turbolift and went straight to the sick bay. Entering, I almost walked straight into Ensign Jamerson, who gave a little squeak.
"Sorry, Ensign" I apologised and moved out of her way so she could leave. I frowned and watched her go, until the doors closed and blocked my view, and I walked into the Doc's study, where the chair was occupied by Angela, rather than the doc.
"Hey, Angie" I said, knocking. She looked up and smiled before returning to her PADD. "What cha doing?"
"Nothing much, 'cause there's nothing much I can do; Captains orders. The only thing I can do Is compare my test results with ones I just did with Ensign…"
"Jamerson? Yeah, I just saw her" I butted in. she nodded and smiled again. Then she looked up again. "What are you doing here, Tom?"
"Honestly? Looking for you." I paused to watch her eyebrows rise. "I want to ask you something"
"Go ahead."
"Why did you come looking for us?" Angie's smile faltered momentarily and if it wasn't for my exceptional facial pick-up's that I had used on women for years before I met B'Elanna, I wouldn't have noticed.
"My father was obsessed with the famous missing crew of Voyager, and I decided that since he was too old and not as quick as he once was, I'd take his place at looking for you." She replied, and by the way she maintained eye-contact, I could tell what she was saying was the truth. I just didn't know if it was the whole truth.
"Ah ha!" she exclaimed before tapping on her conn badge; "Johnson to the doctor. Please report to sick bag immediately. I think ive found something". I turned around, away from Angie to face the bio-beds outside the office. Yes I thought I think I've found something too.
Doctors perspective
"This is incredible." I exclaimed again.
"I know. You've said it numerous times" replied the red-haired. I turned and gave her a 'look' before looking back at the results. "I've never seen anything like it"
The doors opened and the familiar sound of the Captains voice rang out; "Report." I moved away from the screen and walked to the doorframe and met the captain.
"Angela did some extra tests on both herself and Ensign Jamerson." I began.
"Go on" Janeway replied placing the coffee mug she had brought in with her down on the clear metal surface.
"Well, if you'd care to look here" I pointed to the screen behind my desk, "You'll notice…"
"The brain patterns are exactly the same" Janeway muttered.
"Precisely. At the time of the strike, both Angela's and Jameson's brain suffered a shock, and that caused the brain to experience this" This time I pointed to a spike in the graph.
"What did this? Is it a communication stream? A…." Tom's voice faltered. I looked around, momentarily forgetting he and Angela were still in the room. Angela sat in a chair on the other side of my desk with her legs crossed, staring at the Captain. I made a mental reminder to myself to talk to her about how closely she acts like her mother. Sooner or late people will figure it out. I just didn't want to be blamed for it. And, by the way Tom was now looking between the captain and Angie, that matter of time was short.