That 'Night'...
We find B'Elanna in her room by herself, dressed in her sleeping gown, standing in front of her sink, she was shaving her various forms of facial hair, and whispering to herself as she does so.
"I'll prove it was them, the photon-skin, and the circuit-face..." she growls, wiping away the last of the shaving cream and looking at her finished job in the mirror, the great big frowny Klingon face "...I'll do it."
And then it happened.
Her reflection blinked.
When she didn't.
"Huh?" B'Elanna shakes her head and blinks rapidly, figuring it must've been a trick of her tired eyes, but it wasn't, her reflection didn't do any of that back at her, it just stood there stiffly, and then, it smiled.
"Wh-wha...!?" B'Elanna gapes, starting to step away from the mirror in fright.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! the mirror's surface suddenly bursts with cyan lightning, it strikes B'Elanna in her heart, after a moment of flailing uselessly she absorbs the last of it, leaving her body to collapse to the floor.
Soon...
Boom-boom. a loud knock sounds on the outside of Tom's door.
"Huh?" Tom sat up at once, he had been laying in his bed completely awake, unable to sleep after the news of what had happened to his best friend, but now something had come to distract him from such thoughts.
"Who is it?" he asks as he approaches the door, trying to sound tired to hide his sleep issues, he presses the little glowing button on the wall and the doors shoosh open, his eyes widen a little at the sight he finds waiting for him outside.
"B'Elanna?" he blinks at the sight of his smiling girlfriend, standing there in her gown exactly like when we saw her before "what are you doing here this late?"
"I couldn't sleep." B'Elanna responds simply "and I thought you might want a little company."
"Yeah, uh, I guess." Tom nods slowly "oh! here, uh, come in, sit down."
"Thank you, you're such a gentleman." B'Elanna comments as she brushes past him and immediately sits down on his bed "so, what's up? anything new to talk about?"
"Um, not that I can really think of, no." Tom says awkwardly as he sits on the bed next to her.
"Hm-hm, I didn't think so." B'Elanna chuckles smugly, but then her expression slowly becomes more serious "...Tom, do you miss Harry?"
Tom tensed at the sensitive subject.
"Of course I do, I loved that guy." Tom answers.
"Love how?" B'Elanna demands.
"Huh?" Tom's taken aback "like, my best friend, how else?"
"Best friend? is that all? really?" B'Elanna asks skeptically.
"Yes...!" Tom nods, starting to become confused "what is this, an interrogation? what do you expect me to say?"
"Come on, Tom, he's dead." B'Elanna states flatly "you can tell me how you really felt, I won't hold it against you."
"That is how I felt, or feel, or whatever!" Tom snaps "what's with you? why are you acting this way?"
"I don't know." B'Elanna shrugs "guess I'm just in a weird mood, can you really blame me? after all we've been through today? the mysterious death, the loss of our close friend, the fear that any one of us could be next, is it really unreasonable to think that maybe this is just how I am while under these circumstances?"
"I... guess not." Tom reluctantly agrees "it's just, I don't know, hard for me right now, I suppose."
"Then I'm sorry, we don't need to talk about that anymore." B'Elanna apologizes "it's not what I came here for anyway, we still need to get on to that."
"Hold on, I thought you said you came here because you couldn't sleep." Tom reminds her.
"Couldn't sleep, and thought you might want a little 'company'." B'Elanna corrects him, sliding closer to him and starting to rub his leg with her hand "I know I do."
"Excuse me?" Tom's eyebrows raise in surprise "tonight of all nights you want to?"
"Let's just say a little somebody told me how you wanted to further our relationship, I appreciate that, Tom." B'Elanna claims "and what with the cloud of potential impending doom hanging over us, I figure there's no better time to enjoy life than when it's most precious."
"I... I don't know about this, B'Elanna." Tom states, having been successfully pushed to the point of uncomfortability where sex doesn't sound good to him.
"It'll get your mind off of everything else." B'Elanna points out temptingly.
"...true, especially Harry." Tom nods, liking the option more as he thinks about it "yeah, alright."
B'Elanna frowns.
Soon...
"Owwwwww...!" Tom moans as he cradles his naked side "I think you fractured a rib."
"It happens, get over it." B'Elanna says coldly as she looks away "...did you really need to say my name that many times?"
"What?" Tom's confused "I guess not, but you always liked it before."
"Refrain from it in the future, please." B'Elanna requests.
"Well oka-ugh, yeah, I think I need to treat it." Tom goes back to talking about his side, turning away from B'Elanna "can you help me get up?"
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! cyan lightning suddenly bursts from B'Elanna's chest and shoots off into the wall, gone, Tom fails to notice it at all.
"B'Elanna? hello?" Tom asks, still waiting for her to help him.
"*Gasp*...!" B'Elanna breathes in shock as she sits up straight, her eyes wide with fear, she dances her gaze around the room wildly, frightened and confused.
"B'Elanna!?" Tom turns back to look at her "what's the matter?"
B'Elanna's following scream echoed out far into the halls beyond.
Meanwhile, on the bridge...
"Mmmmmm..." an old man hums as he opens up a big greasy bucket of chicken on his lap, his big fat ass was crushing the captain's chair, making it whine with every small movement, his big fat belly swelled out under his man-boobs, his chubby, wrinkled, tattooed face was tense with anticipation as he smelled his chicken lovingly, the sheer excitement of it making a dozen new drops of sweat form across his face, he smacked his giant lips and bit down hard on the first piece, tearing out a chunk and leaving the rest now even more greasy than it had been before he took the bite, he leans his head back and lets the artificial gravity do the work of actually swallowing the food, making his silvery gray hair brush lightly against the back of the chair in the process, that man, everyone, is our commander, the mighty Chakotay.
"Commander, it would seem that we'll soon be approaching a large cloud of interstellar gases." Tuvok reports from his station "I predict that any attempt to traverse through it will result in it's corosive nature breaching the hull and filling the ship with it's various contents, many of which are highly lethal to every member of the crew."
"Huh?" Chakotay looks up from his meal in surprise, but doesn't bother to even turn his head to look at Tuvok directly "oh-no, um, what do you suggest, Tuvok? a change of course?"
"Negative, Commander." Tuvok disagrees "I believe the logical thing to do would be to play loud music throughout the entire ship."
"Would that protect us?" Chakotay asks.
"Normal logic says no, but my logic disagrees." Tuvok explains "after all, if making a large group of people work physical labor to the point of collapse teaches them morals and philosophy, then clearly music in our ears can protect us from gases in our lungs."
"Well, it's tough to argue against something as well thought out as that." Chakotay just goes along with it "very well, begin work on an epic mixed tape long enough to last for the duration of our time inside the cloud."
"As you wish, Commander." Tuvok nods and begins work, looking down at his console.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! cyan lightning erupts from a small crack in the leg of the captain's chair made by supporting Chakotay for too long, the lightning shoots into the big fat bulk of Chakotay's left leg and from there dances it's way up to his heart, the Commander barely reacts at all, being too fat to move significantly, but his grip on his bucket of chicken does loosen a bunch and his chicken falls onto the floor as a result.
"Hm?" Tuvok's ears twitch, he then looks up to see the fallen chicken "Commander, is everything alright? have you suffered another heart attack?" he asks, knowing that it's rare that Chakotay drops food and doesn't immediately swear up a storm.
"Huh!?" Chakotay blinks to life after absorbing the last of the cyan lightning "I'm sorry, did you say something to me?"
"I did, but I have already acquired my answer, it would be logical to simply continue as we were." Tuvok answers.
"Oh, alright." Chakotay nods, then stretches around in his chair a bunch, breathing all relaxfully, he then casually beeps his combadge.
"Security, send a team to the bridge." he orders while stifling a yawn.
Tuvok looks up from his work, curious, it only takes a moment before three security guards walk in with massive phaser rifles.
"Commander." the lead man, Lieutenant Andrews, addresses Chakotay.
"Thank you for coming so quickly, Lieutenant." Chakotay responds "I called you here because I just finally figured out who was behind the murder of Ensign Kim."
Immediately everybody in the room looks up or raises their eyebrows in interest.
"And who would that be, Commander?" Tuvok asks, eager to hear about Chakotay's conclusion and how he came to it.
"It was you, pointy-ears." Chakotay announces "Andrews, arrest this man!"
The three security officers all raise their rifles without question and move into positions surrounding Tuvok.
"You are mistaken." Tuvok tries to remain calm "I have done no such thing, I have no motive or means."
"Wrong, you have a motive: remember back when Ensign Kim had a hologirlfriend, but you moved in on her, and then he humiliated you for it?" Chakotay claims "you act all like you don't feel emotions, but we know you do, and we know you wanted Harry to suffer for what he did, and as for the means, those were simple: you supplied Neelix with an ancient Vulcan poison and instructed him to slip it into Ensign Kim's morning drink, it acted slow, he had several minutes of feeling perfectly fine before it suddenly took effect, killing him quickly and quietly."
"...well, your logic is quiet impressive, but it is incorrect-" Tuvok starts.
"Oh blah blah blah logic logic logic, just admit you did it already, murderer!" Chakotay snaps, then turns to Lieutenant Andrews "drop by the mess hall on your way to the brig and arrest Neelix as well, make sure they share a very small, very intimate cell."
"As you wish, Commander." Andrews agrees, walking to behind Tuvok "march."
Tuvok merely sighs tiredly and rolls his eyes because he'll show emotions like irritation sometimes if it suits him, then he leaves the bridge with the security team.
"Back to work, Ensigns." Chakotay orders the remaining bridge officers, even though they're not all ensigns.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! the moment none of them are looking at him his fat chest bursts with the cyan lightning, which crawls back down his legs and exits through the crack in the chair's, leaving Chakotay limp and asleep.
Silence.
"...*gasp*!" Chakotay wakes up, blinking his eyes in disbelief, he looks at himself in awe for a moment before noticing his spilled bucket of chicken.
His following scream echoed out far into the halls beyond.