BLOOD FEVER
Episode 58
Part F
![]() | USS Voyager orbiting the Sakari colony planet. |
![]() | The Doctor tentatively enters the Paxau Resort holoprogram.
Doctor: "You called, Ensign? Is there a problem?" |
![]() | Vorik: "Not at all." |
![]() | Doctor: "You seem much improved."
Vorik: "Yes. Your holodeck therapy was very effective. I must compliment you on an innovative solution." |
![]() | Doctor: "I'm pleased to hear that." |
![]() | The Doctor sits down. "This could be a viable alternative for space-faring Vulcans. When we get back, I'm sure Starfleet medical will-" here Vorik looks at him meaningfully, "-never hear about your personal experiences from me."
Vorik: "Thank you, Doctor." |
![]() | He gets up and starts to leave. "May I return to duty?"
Doctor: "Soon enough, Ensign. I'll need to run a few more cortical scans." |
![]() | The Doctor's office.
Doctor: "Mr Vorik's biochemical readings are stabilising. They're not back to normal yet, but I believe he's gotten through the worst of it. I'm ready to release him from Sickbay." |
![]() | Janeway: "Good work, Doctor. Will this treatment help B'Elanna as well?"
Doctor: "I don't see why not." Janeway: "As soon as the away team gets back, I'll send her straight to you." |
![]() | Doctor: "I'll get to work designing the half-Klingon version of the program. There's a copious amount of information in the cultural database about their mating practices. Did you know that fracturing a clavicle on the wedding night is actually considered a blessing on the marriage?"
Janeway, not as enthusiastic about the subject as the Doctor: "As a matter of fact, I didn't." |
![]() | Doctor: "I'm planning to do a comparative study of all these mating rituals. It really is fascinating," then, catching Janeway's expression: "from a socio-biological point of view."
Janeway: "I'm sure B'Elanna will appreciate your efforts, Doctor." |
![]() | As she leaves, the Doctor calls up data on his personal computer and eagerly sets to work. |
![]() | Meanwhile, Torres and Paris are still trapped in the cave chamber.
Paris wakes Torres. |
![]() | Torres: "Where are we?"
Paris: "Still stuck in the cave, I'm afraid." Torres: "The caves? The gallicite. Where's my tricorder?" Paris: "No. We're not looking for the gallicite any more. We're trying to get back to the ship, remember?" Torres, bewildered: "No, I don't." |
![]() | Someone starts removing the rocks causing the blockage. Soon Chakotay can be seen. Paris goes over to him.
Chakotay: "Are you two alright?" Paris: "B'Elanna needs help. We've got to get her out of here." The men work to remove the rocks. |
![]() | They manage to get to the planet surface and exit the cave/mine system.
Chakotay taps his combadge. "Chakotay to Voyager. Please respond." He stops trying to signal. "Still nothing." |
![]() | Tuvok observes Torres' worsened condition. |
![]() | Paris: "What's the matter? Why aren't they answering?"
Chakotay: "There must be some kind of communications problem. I'm sure they'll clear it up soon." |
![]() | Tuvok: "It may not be soon enough. I am concerned about the rapid progression of her symptoms." |
![]() | You must help her now, Mr Paris. If she does not resolve the Pon farr, she will die." | ![]() |
![]() | Paris forces a little smile, embarrassed but knowing that he must do it. |
![]() | Paris goes over to Torres. After a moment he overcomes his hesitation and crouches down in order to be level with her. |
![]() | He says hesitantly and a little embarrassed: "B'Elanna, I know this is a pretty bizarre situation, probably not what either one of us had in mind, but it's too late to worry about that now-" |
![]() | Torres puts a finger to his lips: "Tom."
Paris: "What?" Torres: "Be quiet." She gets up and leads him by the hand to a secluded spot. | ![]() |
![]() | Paris, rather embarrassed: "So this is the part where you throw heavy objects at me?"
Torres: "Maybe later." | ![]() |
![]() | Paris: "I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do." | ![]() |
![]() | He kisses her neck. Suddenly she growls and throws him bodily to the floor. | ![]() |
![]() | Torres demands: "Well, what are you doing?"
Paris: "Enjoying myself?" Torres: "Then show it." | ![]() |
![]() | At this OK, Paris decides to give up his inhibitions. He beams broadly as if he is enjoying it, fully intending to do so. | ![]() |
![]() | He rolls her with Klingon-style aggression onto her back. |
![]() | But suddenly a hand plucks at him, pulls him off and hurls him to one side. | ![]() |
![]() | It is Vorik! The Vulcan yells furiously at Torres: "You are MY mate, not his!"
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