"The Gift" Line-by-Line

[hux]

JANEWAY: Tuvok.

(Janeway and Tuvok enter the mess hall to see Kes on her knees, smiling, glowing and semi-transparent. Then she solidifies again.)

 

[JanewayRulz!]

[Doctor's office]

EMH: I've run every conceivable neural analysis. Everything short of dissecting the brain itself. Her telesynaptic activity is increasing but I don't know why, or how to stop it. Have the ship's internal sensors revealed anything?

 

[Orac]

Tuvok: For 17.4 seconds Kes' body went into a state of cellular flux. She began to destabilise at the subatomic level.

 

[hux]

JANEWAY: Then for some reason her atoms re-established their bonds and she was back in one piece.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: But what about the next time? Her condition is escalating. We must find a way to suppress it, or the last we see of Kes could very well be her molecules blowing through the ventilation ducts.

 

[CoffeeAddict]

JANEWAY: Tuvok, enhance the structural integrity fields throughout the ship. If she has another incident I'd like to avoid a hull breach. Doctor, maybe it's time we broaden our horizons. This appears to have gone beyond medical science. We're into particle physics now.

 

[Orac]

EMH: I'll try looking through the quantum substructure database. Maybe it'll give me some inspiration.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

JANEWAY: Keep me informed.

 

[P Tom]

[Sickbay]

EMH: Kes, until I can devise another diagnostic procedure, you're free to return to your quarters.

 

[hux]

KES: Actually, I'd like to stay here, help with the research.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: I don't want you to overexert yourself and risk precipitating another telepathic incident. Try to get some rest.

 

[Athena28]

KES: Just let me stay for a little while. I haven't seen you much over the past few days. I miss you.

 

[hux]

EMH: All right. Just for a while.

 

[Athena28]

[Bridge]

AYALA: Ensign Ayala to the bridge.

 

[CoffeeAddict]

JANEWAY: Go ahead, Ensign.

 

[hux]

AYALA [OC]: You'd better come down to the Brig, ma'am.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

[Brig]

SEVEN: One. One.

(Janeway enters. Seven is just pacing sadly now.)

SEVEN: My designation is Seven of Nine. but the others are gone. Designations are no longer relevant. I am one.

 

[Orac]

Janeway: Yes, you are.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

SEVEN: But I cannot function this way. Alone.

 

[CoffeeAddict]

JANEWAY: You're not alone. I'm willing to help you.