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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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