Scientific Method
The crew begins to exhibit strange medical symptoms (Janeway’s massive headaches, Chakotay’s aging, and P/T’s obsessive romance). Seven soon discovers, with the Doctor’s help that the cause is from aliens, invisible to the crew, who are conducting DNA experiments on most of the crew. Seven learns how to see them and informs the Captain of their presence. In a last ditch effort to rid the ship of the intruders, Janeway takes the conn and heads straight between two massive stars in the universe’s largest game of chicken. The aliens leave and Voyager makes it through the stars, after taking one of the alien ships with it.
Now, on to the development of Tom and B’Elanna’s passionate relationship.
(The first two scenes are from “Revulsion.”)
Paris: “This is ridiculous. It’s been three days and we haven’t said a word to each other.”
Torres: “I know. I know...we have to talk.”
Paris: “Look about what you said...I mean the part about being in love with me...uh...I...I realize you were suffering from oxygen deprivation and we were literally seconds from death, so I know you probably didn’t mean it.”
Torres: “No...no...no...I meant it. But I don’t expect you to reciprocate...really you can just pretend I didn’t say it...in fact lets just forget...”
Paris: “Shut up...” *Tom cuts her short with a deep electrifying kiss*
*in sickbay after B’Elanna nearly has her heart ripped out by a psycho holo*
Torres: “Does this mean you’re too tired to meet later...in my quarters?”
Paris: *steamily*“Are you sure your heart can take it?”
Doctor: *taking a tricorder reading* “I’m detecting elevated hormonal levels. If you two don’t take it easy I’ll have to declare a medical emergency.”
*in a secluded Jeffries tube where B’Elanna is working*
Torres: “Are those supposed to make up for canceling on me last night?”
Paris: “I got stuck with an extra shift on the bridge. What could I say ‘Sorry Captain, I got a date with B’Elanna.’?”
Torres: “And what about right now? Aren’t you supposed to be working in sickbay?”
Paris: “I said I had to deliver a conn report.”
Torres: “Not bad, but he’ll be expecting you back.”
Paris: “He can wait...” *he leans in to kiss her*
Torres: *she draws away* “I had the feeling somebody was watching us. I must be completely paranoid about being caught in a compromising position.”
Paris: “Kind of exciting isn’t it.” *B’Elanna grins and they resume the rendevous*
*in engineering later that day*
Paris: “You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?”
Torres: “I’m trying to increase the efficiency of the impulse drive but I wanted to make sure it wasn’t compromising helm control.”
Paris: “Sensible precaution. I’d be happy to help.”
Torres: “Good. All of the specs are at my upper work station.”
Paris: *they both look upward* “Then lets get started.”
*they go up to her private work alcove and proceed to “go at it”*
Torres: *she pulls away again from their steamy encounter* “Did you hear something?”
Paris: “You always think you hear something.” *resumes their smoldering embrace*
*B’Elanna in fact hears something...Tuvok. Embarrassed they quickly stand to attention*
Paris: “Commander...”
Tuvok: “Here is the power usage data you requested.”
Torres: *very embarassed* “Right...of course. I didn’t expect is so promptly, which I should have coming from you...I mean I’m grateful you got the data to me so quickly.” *stopping while she was ahead* “Thanks.”
*later that day before a staff meeting in a turbolift*
Torres: “We’ve got to be more careful with appearances. We shouldn’t go into the briefing room at the same time.”
Paris: “Good idea. Ok. You go first and I’ll come in a minute later.”
Torres: “No. That’ll look even more suspicious.”
Paris: “Listen to us, we’re acting like criminals when we haven’t done anything wrong.”
Torres: “I’m not saying we have. I just thought we wanted to keep this relationship to ourselves. We do, right?”
Paris: “Do you?”
Torres: “If you do?”
Paris: “Computer, halt turbolift. Let’s figure out how we want to handle this thing.”
Torres: “Well I don’t think it’s anybody else’s business how we feel about each other.”
Paris: “Neither do I.”
Torres: “Then were agreed...be just a little bit more careful in public and we don’t say anything to anybody.”
Paris: “At least for now.”
Torres: “Wow...sounds like you see a future in this.”
Paris : “I would never be so presumptuous.”
Torres: “Smooth recovery, lieutenant.”
Paris : “I thought so. Computer, resume.”
Torres: “So I’ll go first and you follow.”
*she leaves and Tom tries to look nonchelant*
*after the conference (in which Capt. Janeway was highly annoyed)*
Janeway : “Lieutenants Paris and Torres. I’d like to speak with you for a moment.”
*both look at each other and then stand to attention*
Janeway : “I usually don’t pry into the personal lives of my crew, but in this case I have to question your recent conduct. You two have been making enough of a public display that half the ship is gossiping about it.”
Torres: “Believe me that wasn’t our intention...”
Janeway: *more annoyed* “You are senior officers and I expect you to maintain the standard for the rest of the crew, but this adolescent behavior makes me question my faith in you...both. If you choose to persue a relationship that’s your business. But you consider yourselves under order to use better judgement about this thing. Is that understood?”
*in unison*
Torres/Paris: “Captian.” “Yes ma’am.”
Janeway : “Dismissed.”
*after the whole alien experiment fiasco is over, later in Tom’s quarters*
Torres: “I’m glad you could get the night off.”
Paris : “Luck had nothing to do with it. I switched shifts with Ensign Wildman. So now I have to pull a double duty on the bridge and with the Doctor.”
Torres: “Well I appreciate the sacrifice. Tell me about the wine.”
Paris : “Catarian Marlowe, 2282. You might want to let it breathe first.”
Torres: “We got all night to let it breathe.”
*B’Elanna’s communicator beeps, engineering with a problem. She tells them to lock it down and she’ll deal with it in the morning.*
Torres: “Sometimes it’s nice to be the Chief Engineer.”
Paris : “Salad, Chief?”
Torres: “Ummm...This is really delicious.”
Paris : “Thanks. I replicated it myself.”
Torres: “You’re too good for me.”
*to their annoyance, the door chimes. It’s Harry with a report, but we all know he just wanted to see what was going on. Annoyed, Tom takes the report and shuts the door in Harry’s face.*
Paris : “That’s it! No more interruptions!” *he takes off his communicator, as well as B’Elanna*
Torres: “You know...I’ve been thinking about what the Captian said.”
Paris : “Thinking maybe she was right? Me too. We have been...out of control lately.”
Torres: “You think were really were?”
Paris : “Out of control...Those aliens could have been messing with our hormones to see what would happen.”
Torres: “You’re right. They could have. We don’t know how long they’ve been on board. They could have been tampering with us for months.”
Paris : “Well if you think about it, you did have a pretty abrupt change of heart a week ago. What made you realize you love me?”
Torres: “Just a feeling...our whole relationship may be based on some alien experiment.”
Paris: “You never know. Well I think that explains it.” *they come closer together* “I guess we should just call it off then.” *closer*
Torres: “I think so.” *closer*
Paris: “Thank god we found out in time.” *hot yet?*
Torres: “Thank god!” *rejoice and sing the fireworks have begun!!! They kiss intensely for a moment and then Tom comes up for air*
Paris: “I don’t know about you, but I’m curious to see how this experiment turns out.
*resuming the fireworks leaving us to imagine what comes next*