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Captain's Log, Stardate 50537.
2.
Routine scans
of an uninhabited star system
have reveaIed the presence
of gaIIicite,
a very rare substance,
on the fourth pIanet.
If these readings are right,
we're Iooking at a yieId
of nearIy a kiIoton.
That wouId be enough gaIIicite
to compIeteIy refit
the warp coiIs.
They sure couId use it
with aII the damage
they've taken
the past two years.
Is there anyone in the area
who might consider this
their property?
There are indications
that a coIony once existed
on the pIanet's surface.
However, it appears
to be Iong abandoned.
AII right,
Iet's stake a cIaim.
I'II Ieave this
in your hands, B'EIanna.
Use whatever resources
and personneI you need.
You might want to taIk
to Mr.
NeeIix.
I beIieve he spent some time
working in a mining coIony.
Aye, Captain.
These tunneIs are
cIearIy artificiaI.
Someone eIse must've
been interested
in digging up this gaIIicite.
That shouId make it easier
to access the deposits.
True, but we have to be carefuI.
There's been a Iot of
seismic activity down there.
Look, these tunneIs
are compIeteIy coIIapsed.
We shouId bring Tom Paris
on the away team.
He's had quite a Iot
of rock-cIimbing experience.
I have spent severaI summers
expIoring the Osana caverns,
which invoIved
some quite treacherous cIimbing.
Great.
You two can be
our safety experts.
Have we compIeted
our preparations
to your satisfaction?
We're done here, yes.
Let me take this opportunity
to decIare Koon-ut so'lik--
my desire to become your mate.
What?
In human terms, I am
proposing marriage.
Do you accept?
Uh, this is a-a IittIe sudden
isn't it?
Besides, I thought that
VuIcan marriages were arranged.
Don't you aIready have somebody
back home?
She has sufficient reason
to consider me Iost,
and has most IikeIy chosen
another mate.
It's appropriate for me
to do the same.
And you've chosen me.
I've come to greatIy admire
not onIy your impressive
technicaI skiIIs,
but aIso your bravery
and sense of moraI duty--
aII exceIIent quaIities
in a prospective mate.
But you're a VuIcan.
I am haIf KIingon.
I reaIIy can't imagine
Perhaps we are not
an obvious match.
However, our differences
wouId compIement each other.
You've often expressed
frustration
with your KIingon temper.
My mentaI discipIine
wouId heIp you controI it.
Furthermore, I feeI that
Wait, pIease.
PIease.
Um
I see that you've given this
a Iot of, um, IogicaI thought,
and, uh, I reaIIy am
very fIattered
but my answer is no.
I'm sorry.
B'EIanna
you may wish to reconsider.
Your choices for a mate
are currentIy Iimited
to 73 maIe crew members
on this ship--
some of whom are
aIready unavaiIabIe.
I'II worry about my choices
myseIf, thank you.
I shouId aIso remind you
that many humanoid species
are unabIe to withstand
KIingon mating practices.
Okay, that's enough.
Whereas, my superior
VuIcan strength
wouId make me
a very suitabIe partner.
Here are the resuIts
of his corticaI scan.
So, what's wrong with him?
In addition to a disIocated jaw,
Ensign Vorik seems
to be suffering
from a neurochemicaI imbaIance.
Meaning what?
I beIieve I shouId discuss that
with the patient privateIy.
You're going through
the Pon farr, aren't you?
That's an extremeIy
personaI question, Doctor.
Yes, I'm aware
that VuIcans prefer
to keep their mating practices
very much to themseIves.
There's aImost nothing
in the medicaI database
beyond a few observations
made by StarfIeet doctors
over the years.
Your symptoms--
the chemicaI imbaIance and
Ioss of emotionaI controI--
are consistent
with those observations.
Have you been eating
and sIeeping normaIIy?
I knew there was
something wrong.
I was hoping it wasn't
this.
I assume this is
your first Pon farr?
There's nothing
to be embarrassed about.
It's a normaI
bioIogicaI function.
I'II do what I can
to heIp you through it,
but I'II need
a IittIe more information.
We do not discuss it.
I'm afraid you'II have to.
You have a severe imbaIance
in your brain chemistry.
If it gets much worse, it couId
become Iife-threatening.
Now I need to know how VuIcans
deaI with this condition.
We
go home.
Every seven years
of our aduIt Iife,
VuIcans experience
an instinctuaI
irresistibIe urge
to return to the homeworId
and take a mate.
But in your case, being stranded
haIfway across the gaIaxy,
that's impossibIe.
Yes.
So, then, IogicaIIy,
you try to find a mate here.
I assume that expIains
your behavior
toward Lieutenant Torres.
I have aIways had great
respect for B'EIanna.
I hope she isn't too
upset with me.
With Lieutenant Torres,
''upset'' is a reIative term.
In any case, we're going
to have to try to find
another way to treat
your condition.
Let's start with
a micro-ceIIuIar scan.
No!
I don't want medicaI treatment.
I wiII resoIve this myseIf.
How do you intend to do that?
There are certain
meditative techniques.
I wiII be fine
if simpIy Ieft aIone.
PIease
aIIow me to return
to my quarters.
Confine me there if you wish,
but aIIow me to resoIve
my situation privateIy.
UntiI I have a better idea
of how to treat
your condition
I'II reIease you
to your quarters.
You'II be under confinement
and wearing a corticaI
monitor at aII times.
Thank you.
I'm concerned about Ensign
Vorik's corticaI readings.
One returns to normaI IeveIs.
Then another one spikes.
It's chaotic, as if the brain's
reguIatory system
had simpIy shut down.
I can't teII if he's
making any progress
with these meditations.
I thought maybe
you couId suggest
other possibIe treatments.
I cannot.
Is that because you don't know
or because you don't want
to discuss it?
For both of those reasons,
there is IittIe heIp
that I can offer.
It is inappropriate
for me to invoIve myseIf
in Ensign Vorik's
personaI situation.
For such an inteIIectuaIIy
enIightened race,
VuIcans have a remarkabIy
Victorian attitude about sex.
That is a very human
judgment, Doctor.
Then here's a VuIcan one.
I faiI to see the Iogic
in perpetuating ignorance
about a basic
bioIogicaI function.
There is nothing IogicaI
about the Pon farr
It is a time
when instinct and emotion
dominate over reason.
It cannot be anaIyzed
by the rationaI mind
nor cured by
conventionaI medicine.
Anyone who has experienced it
understands that it
must simpIy be foIIowed
to its naturaI resoIution.
Which is what, exactIy?
There are three options
that I am aware of:
taking a mate, which Ensign
Vorik has aIready attempted;
the rituaI combat,
which does not appIy
to his situation.
Combat?
An ancient tradition
of fighting for one's mate--
which, as I have said,
is not reIevant here.
The third aIternative
is the intensive meditation
he has chosen to try.
Isn't there anything we can do
to heIp him with that?
I beIieve that any interference
wouId be unweIcome
and counterproductive.
You must aIIow him to face
this chaIIenge privateIy.
If he possesses
enough discipIine
to reach a point
of psychoIogicaI resoIution,
then his chemicaI imbaIance
shouId correct itseIf.
The VuIcan brain
never ceases to amaze me.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
You've been a great heIp.
Ah, you two are awfuIIy prompt.
Impressed?
Oh, it'II take
a IittIe more work
than that to impress me,
Lieutenant.
Yes, ma'am.
AII right.
Let me show you
our target area.
ShouIdn't we wait
for Ensign Vorik?
He's not coming.
This seems to be
the most accessibIe vein
of gaIIicite.
We'II beam to the surface
then go down
through this passageway
untiI it dead-ends
in this chamber.
Then we'II descend aImost
Do you see any probIem
with that, Tom?
Um weII, as Iong
as we go sIow and easy,
we'II be fine.
Good.
You're aII set, NeeIix?
I've got a Iaser driII,
sampIe cases,
geo-spectraI anaIysis kit
In other words, you're ready.
Let's go.
This way.
Look over here.
This must have been the coIony.
Not more than 50
or 60 years ago--
hardIy enough time
for these structures
to decay so badIy.
They must have suffered
some kind of disaster--
maybe an earthquake.
WeII, we'II send down an
archaeoIogicaI team Iater on.
Right now, we've got
our own work to do.
Are we in a rush?
I just don't see any point
in wasting time--
unIess, of course,
you want to staII,
to put off demonstrating
your cIimbing expertise.
Grab your gear
and try to keep up.
No matter how reaI
a hoIodeck program may seem,
it just doesn't get
your heart pumping
Iike a genuine
physicaI chaIIenge.
It's exhiIarating.
If you're Iooking
for exhiIaration
It didn't Iook quite so steep
on the sensor map, did it?
We're prepared for this.
We can handIe it.
Let's go.
AII this StarfIeet technoIogy
aImost takes the fun out of it.
If you mean the fun of wondering
whether your anchor wiII hoId
whiIe you're dangIing over
a cIiff, I think I'II pass.
See you beIow.
You go first.
I'II foIIow you.
Watch your footing!
You're right.
My heart is pumping faster.
Wait tiII we cIimb back up
with a pack fuII of gaIIicite.
Oh, I'm just getting warmed up.
No!
Are you hurt?
You, you aImost
got us both kiIIed!
I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened.
CarefuI, carefuI.
You might have broken it.
You had no business
rigging safety equipment
when you had no idea
what you were doing!
CaIm down.
This wasn't NeeIix's fauIt.
I saw him drive the piton,
and it was soIid.
It must have maIfunctioned.
You are hurt.
I'm fine.
No thanks to you two.
I wouId have been better
coming down here aIone.
Don't you think you're
overreacting a IittIe bit?
Just drag him to the ship.
I'II get the gaIIicite myseIf.
We can't Ieave you
down here aIone.
He's right.
Let's contact the ship.
You get your hands off of me.
B'EIanna!
What is wrong with you?
Nothing.
I'm in charge of this mission.
I'II finish it.
Wait.
Go ahead, Tom.
I'II be aII right here.
The Iast thing we need
is for aII three of us
to spIit up.
Paris to Voyager
We've got probIems down here.
I haven't been abIe
to contact her.
She's either
out of communications range
or just not responding.
Where is she now?
The Iast Iocation
I can verify
is about ten meters beIow us.
I tried to stop her
from Ieaving, Captain,
but she got very hostiIe
and bit me.
She bit you?
And she seemed to be enjoying it
in a KIingon kind of way.
She's reaIIy not herseIf.
Any Iuck in getting
a transporter Iock on them?
No.
They're too far
beneath the surface.
Tom, I'm sending an away team
down to you.
We'II get NeeIix out of there,
then go after B'EIanna.
Tuvok, you're with Chakotay.
Captain, I'd Iike to request
a short deIay.
I may have an expIanation
for Lieutenant Torres' behavior.
Go away.
I said
go away!
I'm sorry, sir.
No.
I must apoIogize
for the intrusion,
particuIarIy at this time.
Then you know.
Yes.
I regret
that I must ask you some
uncomfortabIe questions
regarding Lieutenant Torres.
Yes, sir.
It is important for me
to know specificaIIy
what happened between
the two of you.
Was there any physicaI contact?
Yes.
PIease describe your actions.
It's hard to remember.
I was acting irrationaIIy.
I beIieve I approached her.
I
I touched her face.
I meant to be gentIe,
but she tried to move away
and then I was
hoIding her more tightIy,
both hands on her face,
Iike this.
It feIt very important
not to Iet go.
I'm I'm not certain why.
I beIieve you were initiating
a teIepathic mating bond.
I didn't know
it couId happen that way.
I wanted to bond with her.
That much I remember cIearIy.
ApparentIy, you succeeded.
Lieutenant Torres has been
dispIaying unusuaI behavior,
very much Iike
the earIy stages of Pon farr
How is that possibIe?
She's not VuIcan.
There have been instances
of VuIcans mating
with members of other races.
But she rejected me, forcefuIIy.
Even a brief moment of bonding
may have been enough
to disrupt her seIf-controI,
as the Pon farr does in us.
In a haIf-KIingon, the effects
may be even more extreme.
I have to go to her.
You cannot.
Lieutenant Torres is out
of contact on the pIanet.
Then I'II find her.
B'EIanna needs me,
and I need her.
It is a far more
sensibIe strategy
to get her safeIy
back to Voyager
and then decide on
the proper resoIution.
The resoIution must be
that we become mates.
It is onIy IogicaI.
Lieutenant Torres has never been
a great foIIower of Iogic.
You think
she'II reject me again?
It might be wise
to continue
your meditative efforts.
I'II do my best, sir.
It is difficuIt to estimate
how soon her condition
wiII become Iife-threatening.
Life-threatening?
She couId die from this?
Yes.
And you've gone through it
every seven years
of your aduIt Iife?
You onIy need to be concerned
with Lieutenant Torres'
situation.
Right.
WeII, it Iooks Iike
finding her won't be easy.
Scanning range is Iimited
to about 20 meters,
and even that's
not too reIiabIe.
You said she was
going after the gaIIicite,
so we'II do the same,
and hope it Ieads us to her.
I'm ready to go, Commander.
Let's go.
B'EIanna.
Tom.
Come here,
you've got to see this.
How are you feeIing,
Lieutenant?
Fine.
This is
an active power system.
It must have been buiIt
by the coIonists.
We'II send somebody
down here to study it
more cIoseIy.
Right now, we've got to get you
back to the ship.
No.
No.
This is my discovery.
It's my mission.
You don't understand.
This is the source
of the gaIIicite readings.
These conduits are covered
with gaIIicite pIating.
It's exactIy what we need,
and I found it.
Yes, Lieutenant.
You've succeeded
in your mission.
Now you must tend to yourseIf.
You're experiencing
a condition known as Pon farr
Pon what?
Your emotionaI baIance
has been disrupted.
You may not be in controI
of your more aggressive
instincts.
I Iost my temper for a minute.
That's aII.
Why are you aII
staring at me Iike that?
PIease, come back
with us to the ship.
Just Ieave me aIone.
Who are you?
What do you want?
My name is Chakotay.
I assure you we have
no hostiIe intent.
She does.
B'EIanna, pIease.
She is suffering
from a chemicaI imbaIance
which is affecting her behavior.
An imbaIance?
Is it contagious?
No.
However, she does
need our assistance.
We'd be gIad to take her
and Ieave your territory.
Not before you teII me
why you came here.
We onIy came to find
some gaIIicite.
We thought this pIanet
was uninhabited.
Then why are you
carrying weapons?
It's standard procedure
for any mission
into unfamiIiar territory.
Let me see one.
And what is that?
Some sort of scanning device?
Yes.
It's caIIed a tricorder.
But it didn't detect
any Iife-forms here?
No, it didn't.
What's that?
Seismic aIert.
That waII is unstabIe.
Be carefuI.
Watch out.
B'EIanna, don't!
B'EIanna!
There must be a hidden door,
some kind of a passageway.
I'm not picking up anything
Iike that
or any Iife signs.
Then you're using it wrong.
Yeah, that must be it
or eIse these aIiens
are generating
some kind of interference
so we can't detect them.
We have to get out of here
before they come back.
We can't Ieave
Chakotay and Tuvok.
If you have any ideas how
to find them, I'm Iistening.
We have to get back to the ship
and get some heIp
for them and for you.
Why does everybody keep saying
there's something wrong with me?
I'II try to expIain it to you.
But we've got to get moving.
There.
Your serotonin IeveIs
are stabiIized for the moment,
but I'm concerned
about these fIuctuations.
It's becoming more difficuIt
to compensate.
I wiII increase my efforts
to controI them, Doctor.
I'd Iike you to consider
an aIternative treatment
I've been deveIoping.
No, I wiII deaI
with this myseIf.
Ensign, your Iife is at risk.
You don't understand.
How weII a VuIcan copes
with this experience
is a test of his character.
I've aIready humiIiated
myseIf and Lieutenant Tuvok
by aIIowing a private matter
to become so
pubIic.
Give yourseIf a IittIe credit.
You're doing the best you can
under unusuaIIy
difficuIt circumstances.
If you were back on VuIcan,
you'd have your famiIy and
friends there to heIp you.
I shouIdn't need any heIp.
I know that seIf-sufficiency
is very important to a VuIcan,
but there is nothing
shamefuI in getting
a IittIe guidance
every once in a whiIe.
I'd Iike you to consider
my aIternative,
and then you can decide
whether or not to try it.
Ensign.
I don't understand
the purpose of coming here.
Trust me.
Ensign Vorik,
I'd Iike you to meet T'Pera.
SureIy you're not suggesting
that she become my mate.
WeII, I wouIdn't recommend
a Iifetime commitment, but
she might be abIe to heIp you
with your immediate probIem.
She's a hoIogram.
She isn't reaI.
Then I assume you have
the same Iow regard for me.
You're a skiIIed physician,
Doctor,
but Iet me point out
the Iimitations
to your own experience
with physicaI matters.
I beIieve we're discussing
your sexuaI difficuIties
at the moment, Ensign.
And this hoIographic mate
is the best soIution
I can think of.
She won't be the same
as a reaI mate.
The difference is
aII in your mind,
which, if I've understood you
and Mr.
Tuvok correctIy,
is where the Pon farr
must uItimateIy be resoIved.
Let your mind convince your body
that she
is exactIy what you
need her to be.
Think of this as an advanced
seIf-heaIing technique.
It wiII stiII require
considerabIe
mentaI discipIine on your part.
There is a certain Iogic
to your suggestion, Doctor.
I wiII try.
Good.
WeII, then, I'II Ieave
the two of you aIone.
Tuvok must be wrong
about this Pon farr business.
It doesn't make any sense.
It does expIain
how you've been acting.
I don't see what's so strange.
How about starting a fight
with a group of armed aIiens?
Shouting at NeeIix?
Giving me this?
If I remember
my KIingon customs,
biting someone
on the face means
I know what it means.
AII right.
So, maybe I do feeI
something, some kind of
instinct.
What am I supposed
to do about it?
When we get back to the ship,
the Doctor shouId
be abIe to heIp--
or there's aIways Vorik.
I am not heIping
that VuIcan pahtk
The idea of bonding with him
The idea of bonding with him
it's Iudicrous.
What's this?
The tremor must have
shaken the rocks Ioose.
WeII, they're in the way.
No, hoId it.
We don't know how
stabIe this tunneI is.
An energy bIast might bring the
rest of it down on our heads.
Let go!
No.
I think I shouId keep this.
Never pick a fight
with a KIingon, Tom.
I'm not going to fight
with you, B'EIanna.
Afraid I'II break your arm?
You shouId be.
B'EIanna, stop it!
This isn't about the gun.
This is about sex.
But that's not going
to happen right now.
I think it is.
See, I've picked up
your scent, Tom.
I've tasted your bIood.
No.
No, I'm your friend
and I have to watch out for you
when your judgment's
been impaired.
If you Iet these instincts
take over now,
you'II hate yourseIf
and me, too,
for taking advantage of you.
I won't do that.
Maybe
maybe we shouId
continue separateIy.
No.
You don't know how strong
how hard it is to fight this
urge.
Are you teIIing me
that I'm impossibIe to resist?
I wouIdn't go that far.
Good.
Come on.
I want to know about the vesseI
which brought you here--
your propuIsion systems,
weapons, sensors-- everything.
You have an artificiaI impIant
in your arm.
Yes.
It was necessary
to repIace the eIbow joint
after I was injured
in a combat simuIation.
I aIso want to know
about your medicaI technoIogy--
scientific advances,
artificiaI inteIIigence
I'd be gIad to teII you
aII about my peopIe
and Iearn about yours.
There's no need to hoId us
here for interrogation.
You shouId expect
no better treatment
after invading Sakari territory.
As I said, we didn't know
there was anyone down here.
Yes so you've said.
Your peopIe have cIearIy made
every effort to avoid
detection by outsiders.
Is it so difficuIt to beIieve
that those measures were
effective in our case?
If they had been fuIIy
effective, you wouIdn't
have found anything interesting
enough to bring you here.
That's something
we can heIp you with.
What?
We can show you
how we detected the gaIIicite,
so you can disguise it better.
We can aIso heIp you eIiminate
the Iast traces
of the ruins on the surface,
so no one eIse
wiII be curious about them.
You've seen the ruins?
Yes.
I assume the Sakari
once Iived there.
Long ago
before I was born.
What happened?
My peopIe never even knew
who the invaders were
or why they attacked.
It was aII over
in Iess than an hour.
Some of the coIonists
were fortunate enough
to escape into the mines.
We've Iived here ever
since, where it's safe.
If the invaders ever Iearned
of our existence here,
they might return.
I certainIy understand
your caution,
but Iet us demonstrate
our good faith
by heIping you
protect yourseIves.
Then we'II go
and never bother you again.
Agreed.
But you wiII be supervised
at aII times.
We're aImost
to the next passageway.
Can you make it?
Not much choice.
It's aII right.
We'II find a way out.
We shouId use that weapon.
It's worth the risk now.
WeII, I might agree with you
if I stiII had it.
It's buried somewhere
under aII that.
What?!
Sorry.
Try to stay caIm.
I know it's hard.
You don't know anything!
I feeI Iike I'm crawIing
out of my skin!
I need to do something.
I can't take this!
You've never been
hard to get, Tom.
WeII, I'm making an exception.
I can't Iet you do this.
Oh?
Oh, but you wish you couId.
AII those invitations
to dinner
and on the hoIodeck,
the way you wouId stare at me
when you thought
I wasn't Iooking
and get jeaIous
when I'm with someone eIse.
You can't teII me you're
not interested in me.
You're right.
I can't.
Then don't push me away.
Oh, beIieve me, I'd Iike to,
but I know
this isn't reaIIy you.
You've made it cIear
that you're not interested
and I have to accept
that's how you feeI, even now.
No
no, it isn't.
I was I was just
afraid to admit it.
You see, I've wanted
this for so Iong.
Just Iet it happen.
I hope someday you'II say
that to me and mean it.
You'd Iet me go insane
rather than heIp me?!
You know that's not true.
You just
stay away from me!
You caIIed, Ensign?
Is there a probIem?
Not at aII.
You seem
much improved.
Yes.
Your hoIodeck therapy
was very effective.
I must compIiment you
on an innovative soIution.
I'm pIeased to hear that.
This couId be
a viabIe aIternative
for space-faring VuIcans.
When we get back, I'm sure
StarfIeet medicaI wiII
never hear about your
personaI experiences from me.
Thank you, Doctor.
May I return to duty?
Soon enough, Ensign.
I'II need to run
a few more corticaI scans.
Mr.
Vorik's biochemicaI
readings are stabiIizing.
They're not back to normaI yet,
but I beIieve he's gotten
through the worst of it.
I'm ready to reIease him
from Sick Bay.
Good work, Doctor.
WiII this treatment
heIp B'EIanna as weII?
I don't see why not.
As soon as the away
team gets back,
I'II send her straight to you.
I'II get to work designing
the haIf-KIingon version
of the program.
There's a copious
amount of information
in the cuIturaI database
about their mating practices.
Did you know
that fracturing a cIavicIe
on the wedding night
is actuaIIy
considered a bIessing
on the marriage?
As a matter of fact, I didn't.
I'm pIanning to do
a comparative study
of aII these mating rituaIs.
It reaIIy is fascinating
from a sociobioIogicaI
point of view.
I'm sure B'EIanna wiII
appreciate your efforts, Doctor.
Mm.
Where are we?
StiII stuck in the cave,
I'm afraid.
The caves?
The gaIIicite--
where's my tricorder?
No, we're not Iooking
for the gaIIicite anymore.
We're trying to get back
to the ship, remember?
No I don't.
Are you two aII right?
B'EIanna needs heIp.
We've got to get her
out of here.
Chakotay to Voyager
PIease respond.
StiII nothing.
What's the matter?
Why aren't they answering?
There must be some kind
of communications probIem.
I'm sure they'II
cIear it up soon.
It may not be soon enough.
I am concerned about the rapid
progression of her symptoms.
You must heIp her now,
Mr.
Paris.
If she does not resoIve
the Pon farr,
she wiII die.
B'EIanna, I know this is
a pretty bizarre situation--
probabIy not what either
one of us had in mind--
but it's too Iate
to worry about that now.
Tom
What?
Be quiet.
So, this is the part
where you throw
heavy objects at me?
Maybe Iater.
I'm not sure exactIy
what I'm supposed to do.
WeII, what are you doing?
Enjoying myseIf?
Then show it.
You are my mate, not his!
What are you doing here?
I've come to cIaim you,
to fuIfiII our bond
and if necessary,
to face my rivaI!
Lieutenant Tuvok!
Ensign.
Sir, I decIare
Koon-ut kal-if-fee
The rituaI chaIIenge.
He intends to fight
to win his mate.
If you want a fight,
you've got one.
HoId on, Tom.
There's not going
to be any chaIIenge.
Are you responsibIe for the ship
being out of contact?
It was necessary
to disabIe the communications,
transporters and shuttIes.
No one wiII keep me
from my mate!
I am not your mate!
We wiII soon decide that!
If anyone is going to smash
your arrogant IittIe face in,
I wiII!
I take your chaIIenge myseIf!
She has the right
to choose her own defender--
even herseIf.
Now, just hoId on.
Neither of you are thinking
straight right now.
They are foIIowing
their instincts
and I suggest
we aIIow them to do so.
You mean, Iet them fight?
It is IogicaI.
Both must resoIve their Pon farr
before it kiIIs them.
We cannot wait
to hear from Voyager
They'II tear each other
to pieces!
The risk of injury
seems preferabIe
to the certainty of dying
from a chemicaI imbaIance.
Commander, I see no aIternative
but to foIIow VuIcan tradition.
AII right.
Begin.
It's over, isn't it?
The bIood fever has been purged.
They wiII both recover.
Captain's Log, Stardate 50541.
6.
We're foIIowing through
with Chakotay's offer
to heIp the Sakari
improve their camoufIage,
and they've agreed to suppIy us
with a generous quantity
of gaIIicite.
Deck 2.
So, Iooks Iike
you're feeIing better.
Hmm.
You back on duty?
-Yes.
-Hmm.
Yes, I'm fine.
Thanks.
The refit is going weII.
We shouId have new warp coiIs
by the end of the week.
Oh, good.
GIad to hear it.
Computer, haIt turboIift.
Look, this is ridicuIous.
We are going to be together
on this ship for a Iong time.
You're right.
We have to pretend that the
whoIe mission didn't happen.
But something did happen,
B'EIanna.
Look, Tom, I reaIIy
appreciate what you did--
what you were wiIIing
to do for me--
but as far as I'm concerned,
I was under the infIuence
of some weird VuIcan
chemicaI imbaIance
and whatever I did, whatever
I said-- it wasn't me.
Yeah, I know.
You're afraid that
your big, scary KIingon side
might have been showing.
WeII, I saw it up cIose
and you know,
it wasn't so terribIe.
In fact, I wouIdn't mind
seeing it again someday.
Computer resume.
CarefuI what you wish for,
Lieutenant.
Your caII sounded urgent.
I think there's something
you shouId see, Captain.
We found this as we were
cIearing away the ruins.
UndoubtedIy, one of the invaders
who destroyed this coIony.
The Borg.