"Year of Hell" Line-by-Line

[JanewayRulz!]

JANEWAY: I know.


[Outside Deflector Control]


JANEWAY: Oh, why do I get the feeling you're testing me, Voyager? Bridge, there's a fire in Deflector control. Any luck with the engines?

 

[Orac]

[Bridge]

Torres: The warp core's still offline.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIM: Micro-meteoroid density

[Outside Deflector Control]

KIM [OC]: is increasing. The nacelle pylon is buckling.

 

[Orac]

Janeway: Bridge, I'm going in. Stand by to engage the Deflector. Tell the Doctor I'll be coming back with severe burns.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

[Bridge]


TUVOK: Captain.

 

[Orac]

[Outside Deflector Control]

Janeway: Do it. Be kind.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

[Bridge]


KIM: The Captain's accessed manual control. She's stabilizing the particle emitters. She's got it! Deflectors on-line!

 

[Orac]

Tuvok: Activating deflector field. Bridge to Janeway. Captain, please respond.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

[Mess Hall/the new sickbay/Janeway is waking up]

JANEWAY: What's my condition?

 

[Orac]

EMH: You suffered third degree burns over approximately sixty percent of your body. I've healed most of them but without a dermal regenerator I couldn't repair all the damage to your skin. You've been left with scars on your face and arms.

 

[Athena28]

JANEWAY: I'll consider them mementos.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: Not so fast. You're spending the next few days here with me.

 

[Athena28]

JANEWAY: What for?

 

[MickJo1701]

The Doctor: Observation.

 

[Athena28]

JANEWAY: Is there something else wrong with me?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

EMH: Not physically.

 

[cheesepuff316]

JANEWAY: What are you suggesting?

 

[MickJo1701]

The Doctor: Traumatic stress syndrome. Symptoms. Irritability, sleeplessness, obsessional thoughts, reckless behaviour. All of which you've demonstrated over the last few weeks.

 

[Athena28]

JANEWAY: My only obsession is with saving my ship, my people. If I've been taking some reckless chances in order to do that, it's hardly a medical condition.

 

[Orac]

EMH: I'm not going to stand here while you rationalise another brush with death.