"Now let's see here," the Doctor flashed a light over and across the Captain's eyes. "Mmm-hmm," he said in thought, out loud, and then an "I see. Right." He stepped back from Kathryn who was sitting on the biobed.
"Doctor?" Chakotay was getting impatient and Kathryn had yet to stop running her finger up and down his neck.
"It seems as though the Captain has what Ensign McHale has," he pointed to the young woman who was still restrained to the bed. The Ensign waved her restrained hand as best she could at the group and only Kathryn waved back and giggled.
Chakotay walked around the biobed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "I don't believe this they're . . . they're . . ."
"Hot and horny," the doctor finished and slapped a medical tricorder shut.
"Actually, I was going for something a little less up-front," he glared, "something along the lines of adolescent behavior . . . when humaniod hormones are raging and it is a battle to keep them in check."
"Yes well, there seems to be at least some logic to the matter, Commander," The doctor supplied.
"And what would that be?" Chakotay was skeptical.
"These, uh, women aren't just going after anyone they come in contact with. Once they lock onto a target they initiate, well, a tractor beam and pursue their . . . prey . . . with a vengeance until one assumes that they," the doctor offered a little smile, "get what they want. In other words, we shall assume that whatever desires they have been squelching for whatever reason have somehow been amplified to a point where they can't control them like they used to."
"Their deepest, darkest desires are coming to surface against their control," Chakotay said aloud.
"You sound a little hopeful there, Commander," the Doctor raised his eyebrows.
"I'm merely trying to make sense of the matter," he said in a stiff voice.
"One would suppose that it was the anomaly?" the Doctor took a hypospray from the table and held it in front of the Captain who had been secretly advancing on the Commander during their conversation.
"We cleared it almost two days ago. Everything is in order, or is getting back on track on the ship," Chakotay supplied and hid behind the doctor's 'ammunition.'
"Yes, but that's the machinery. Perhaps, the anomaly supplied some sort of bio-charged aphrodisiac of some sort that affected the women crew members? You mentioned a grey-blinding flash? And like liquid-form aphrodisiacs we are commonly familiar with, it took a while for their systems to absorb it."
Just then Chakotay's combadge transported Tom Paris' voice to his location. "Chakotay! Help!" Tom cried. He sounded out of breath and frantic.
"Mr. Paris, what's happening?" Chakotay cried out, his legs electrified to run and help the man but unable to do so due to the lack of information.
"It's B'Elanna!" He gasped and in the background there was the sound of a Klingon-human woman growling and Tom trying to gently suggest she put something down.
"Paris?" Chakotay spit out in frustration.
"I wouldn't bite her and now she's trying to Kill me!" He said before he yelped.
"And here I thought injuring Mr. Paris was part of their regular foreplay," the Doctor muttered and hissed the hypospray at the Captain who was circling him.
"Computer," the Captain said aloud, "End EMH program."
The Doctor flashed out of existence before popping back up again in Kathryn's path, "nu-uh-uh, I don't think so."
Chakotay's head was spinning, he was receiving more incoming messages via the combadge than it could handle. The little device was becoming confused and cutting off each message halfway through. He gathered enough tidbits that he could surmise more and more of the female crew members were after the male ones. As he stalked over to the main communications console of the sickbay he saw out of the corner of his eye the doctor appearing and disappearing over and over again in a blink of the eye . . . Doctor, no Doctor . . Doctor, no Doctor. Kathryn kept ending his program and the doctor kept reinitiating himself. 'At least it's keeping her busy,' he thought, 'but not for long.' Just as that thought came to mind, he heard the doctor exclaim aloud, "What are you doing!?"
"Run, McHale!" Kathryn's voice encouraged the Ensign and Chakotay saw the restraints fly free from the biobed with her form.
McHale high-fived the Captain as she rushed out, thumbs up sign in air, yelling, "Power to the femme!" They could hear her crying out Harry's name from three doors down.
CONTINUED IN PART 7!
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