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Captain's Log, Stardate 50637.2.

Routine scans
of an uninhabited star system

have revealed the presence
of gallicite,

a very rare substance,
on the fourth planet.

If these readings are right,

we're looking at a yield
of nearly a kiloton.

That would be enough gallicite

to completely refit
the warp coils.

They sure could use it
with all 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 colony once existed
on the planet's surface.

However, it appears
to be long abandoned.

All right,
let's stake a claim.

I'll leave this
in your hands, B'Elanna.

Use whatever resources
and personnel you need.

You might want to talk
to Mr. Neelix.

I believe he spent some time
working in a mining colony.

Aye, Captain.

These tunnels are
clearly artificial.

Someone else must've
been interested

in digging up this gallicite.

That should make it easier
to access the deposits.

True, but we have to be careful.

There's been a lot of
seismic activity down there.

Look, these tunnels
are completely collapsed.

We should bring Tom Paris
on the away team.

He's had quite a lot
of rock-climbing experience.

I have spent several summers
exploring the Osana caverns,

which involved
some quite treacherous climbing.

Great. You two can be
our safety experts.

Have we completed
our preparations

to your satisfaction?

We're done here, yes.

Let me take this opportunity
to declare 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 little sudden...

isn'tit?

Besides, I thought that
Vulcan marriages were arranged.

Don't you already have somebody
back home?

She has sufficient reason
to consider me lost,

and has most likely chosen
another mate.

It's appropriate for me
to do the same.

And you've chosen me.

I've come to greatly admire

not only your impressive
technical skills,

but also your bravery
and sense of moral duty--

all excellent qualities
in a prospective mate.

But you're a Vulcan.

I am... half Klingon.

I really can't imagine...

Perhaps we are not
an obvious match.

However, our differences
would complement each other.

You've often expressed
frustration

with your Klingon temper.

My mental discipline
would help you control it.

Furthermore, I feel that...

Wait, please.

Please. Um...

I see that you've given this
a lot of, um, logical thought,

and, uh, I really am
very flattered...

but my answer is no.

I'm sorry.

B'Elanna...

you may wish to reconsider.

Your choices for a mate
are currently limited

to 73 male crew members
on this ship--

some of whom are
already unavailable.

I'll worry about my choices
myself, thank you.

I should also remind you
that many humanoid species

are unable to withstand
Klingon mating practices.

Okay, that's enough.

Whereas, my superior
Vulcan strength

would make me
a very suitable partner.

Here are the results
of his cortical scan.

So, what's wrong with him?

In addition to a dislocated jaw,

Ensign Vorik seems
to be suffering

from a neurochemical imbalance.

Meaning... what?

I believe I should discuss that
with the patient privately.

You're going through
the Pon farr, aren't you?

That's an extremely...

personal question, Doctor.

Yes, I'm aware
that Vulcans prefer

to keep their mating practices
very much to themselves.

There's almost nothing
in the medical database

beyond a few observations
made by Starfleet doctors

over the years.

Your symptoms--

the chemical imbalance and
loss of emotional control--

are consistent
with those observations.

Have you been eating
and sleeping normally?

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 normal
biological function.

I'll do what I can
to help you through it,

but I'll need
a little more information.

We do not discuss it.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

You have a severe imbalance
in your brain chemistry.

If it gets much worse, it could
become life-threatening.

Now I need to know how Vulcans
deal with this condition.

We...

go home.

Every seven years
of our adult life,

Vulcans experience
an instinctual...

irresistible urge
to return to the homeworld

and... take a mate.

But in your case, being stranded

halfway across the galaxy,
that's impossible.

Yes.

So, then, logically,
you try to find a mate here.

I assume that explains
your behavior

toward Lieutenant Torres.

I have always had great
respect for B'Elanna.

I hope she isn't too...

upset with me.

With Lieutenant Torres,
"upset" is a relative 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-cellular scan.

No!

I don't want medical treatment.

1 will resolve this myself.

How do you intend to do that?

There are certain
meditative techniques.

I will be fine
if simply left alone.

Please...

allow me to return
to my quarters.

Confine me there if you wish,

but allow me to resolve
my situation privately.

Until I have a better idea

of how to treat
your condition...

I'll release you
to your quarters.

You'll be under confinement

and wearing a cortical
monitor at all times.

Thank you.

I'm concerned about Ensign
Vorik's cortical readings.

One returns to normal levels.

Then another one spikes.

It's chaotic, as if the brain's

regulatory system
had simply shut down.

I can't tell if he's
making any progress

with these meditations.

I thought maybe
you could suggest

other possible 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 little help
that I can offer.

It is inappropriate
for me to involve myself

in Ensign Vorik's
personal situation.

For such an intellectually
enlightened race,

Vulcans have a remarkably
Victorian attitude about sex.

That is a very human
judgment, Doctor.

Then here's a Vulcan one.

I fail to see the logic
in perpetuating ignorance

about a basic
biological function.

There is nothing logical
about the Pon farr.

It is a time
when instinct and emotion

dominate over reason.

It cannot be analyzed
by the rational mind

nor cured by
conventional medicine.

Anyone who has experienced it

understands that it
must simply be followed

to its natural resolution.

Which is what, exactly?

There are three options
that I am aware of:

taking a mate, which Ensign
Vorik has already attempted;

the ritual combat,
which does not apply

to his situation.

Combat?

An ancient tradition
of fighting for one's mate--

which, as I have said,
is not relevant here.

The third alternative
is the intensive meditation

he has chosen to try.

Isn't there anything we can do
to help him with that?

I believe that any interference

would be unwelcome
and counterproductive.

You must allow him to face
this challenge privately.

If he possesses
enough discipline

to reach a point
of psychological resolution,

then his chemical imbalance
should correct itself.

The Vulcan brain
never ceases to amaze me.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
You've been a great help.

Ah, you two are awfully prompt.

Impressed?

Oh, it'll take
a little more work

than that to impress me,
Lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

All right. Let me show you
our target area.

Shouldn't we wait
for Ensign Vorik?

He's not coming.

This seems to be

the most accessible vein
of gallicite.

We'll beam to the surface

then go down
through this passageway

until it dead-ends
in this chamber.

Then we'll descend almost
50 meters, almost straight down.

Do you see any problem
with that, Tom?

Um... well, as long

as we go slow and easy,
we'll be fine.

Good.
You're all set, Neelix?

I've got a laser drill,
sample cases,

geo-spectral analysis kit...

In other words, you're ready.

Let's go.

This way.

Look over here.

This must have been the colony.

Not more than 50
or 60 years ago--

hardly enough time
for these structures

to decay so badly.

They must have suffered
some kind of disaster--

maybe an earthquake.

Well, we'll send down an
archaeological team later 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--

unless, of course,
you want to stall,

to put off demonstrating
your climbing expertise.

Grab your gear
and try to keep up.

No matter how real
a holodeck program may seem,

it just doesn't get
your heart pumping

like a genuine
physical challenge.

It's exhilarating.

If you're looking
for exhilaration...

It didn't look quite so steep
on the sensor map, did it?

We're prepared for this.

We can handle it.

Let's go.

All this Starfleet technology
almost takes the fun out of it.

If you mean the fun of wondering
whether your anchor will hold

while you're dangling over
a cliff, I think I'll pass.

See you below.

You go first.
I'll follow you.

Watch your footing!

You're right.

My heart is pumping faster.

Wait till we climb back up
with a pack full of gallicite.

Oh, I'm just getting warmed up.

No!

Are you hurt?

You, you almost
got us both killed!

I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened.

Careful, careful.

You might have broken it.

You had no business
rigging safety equipment

when you had no idea
what you were doing!

Calm down.

This wasn't Neelix's fault.

I saw him drive the piton,
and it was solid.

It must have malfunctioned.

You are hurt.

I'm fine.
No thanks to you two.

I would have been better
coming down here alone.

Don't you think you're
overreacting a little bit?

Just drag him to the ship.

I'll get the gallicite myself.

We can't leave you
down here alone.

He's right.

Let's contact the ship.

You get your hands off of me.

B'Elanna!

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.

I'm in charge of this mission.

I'll finish it.

Wait.

Go ahead, Tom.

I'll be all right here.

The last thing we need

is for all three of us
to split up.

Paris to Voyager.

We've got problems down here.

I haven't been able
to contact her.

She's either
out of communications range

or just not responding.

Where is she now?

The last location

I can verify
is about ten meters below us.

I tried to stop her
from leaving, Captain,

but she got very hostile
and... bit me.

She bit you?

And she seemed to be enjoying it
in a Klingon kind of way.

She's really not herself.

Any luck in getting
a transporter lock on them?

No. They're too far
beneath the surface.

Tom, I'm sending an away team
down to you.

We'll get Neelix out of there,
then go after B'Elanna.

Tuvok, you're with Chakotay.

Captain, I'd like to request
a short delay.

I may have an explanation
for Lieutenant Torres' behavior.

Go away.

I said...

go away!

I'm sorry, sir.

No. I must apologize
for the intrusion,

particularly at this time.

Then you know.

Yes. I regret

that I must ask you some
uncomfortable questions

regarding Lieutenant Torres.

Yes, sir.

It is important for me
to know specifically

what happened between
the two of you.

Was there any physical contact?

Yes.

Please describe your actions.

It's... hard to remember.

I was acting irrationally.

I believe... I approached her.

I touched her face.

I meant to be gentle,

but she tried to move away

and then I was
holding her more tightly,

both hands on her face,
like this.

It felt very important
not to let go.

I'm... I'm not certain why.

I believe you were initiating
a telepathic mating bond.

l... didn't know
it could happen that way.

I wanted to bond with her.
That much I remember clearly.

Apparently, you succeeded.

Lieutenant Torres has been
displaying unusual behavior,

very much like
the early stages of Pon farr.

How is that possible?

She's not Vulcan.

There have been instances

of Vulcans mating
with members of other races.

But she rejected me, forcefully.

Even a brief moment of bonding

may have been enough
to disrupt her self-control,

as the Pon farr does in us.

In a half-Klingon, the effects
may be even more extreme.

I have to go to her.

You cannot.

Lieutenant Torres is out
of contact on the planet.

Then I'll find her.

B'Elanna needs me,
and I need her.

It is a far more
sensible strategy

to get her safely
back to Voyager

and then decide on
the proper resolution.

The resolution must be
that we become mates.

It is only logical.

Lieutenant Torres has never been
a great follower of logic.

You think
she'll reject me again?

It might be wise

to continue
your meditative efforts.

I'll do my best, sir.

It is difficult to estimate
how soon her condition

will become life-threatening.

Life-threatening?
She could die from this?

Yes.

And you've gone through it

every seven years
of your adult life?

You only need to be concerned

with Lieutenant Torres'
situation.

Right.

Well, it looks like
finding her won't be easy.

Scanning range is limited
to about 20 meters,

and even that's
not too reliable.

You said she was
going after the gallicite,

so we'll do the same,
and hope it leads us to her.

I'm ready to go, Commander.

Let's go.

B'Elanna.

Tom.

Come here,
you've got to see this.

How are you feeling,
Lieutenant?

Fine. This is
an active power system.

It must have been built
by the colonists.

We'll send somebody
down here to study it

more closely.

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 gallicite readings.

These conduits are covered
with gallicite plating.

It's exactly what we need,
and I found it.

Yes, Lieutenant.

You've succeeded
in your mission.

Now you must tend to yourself.

You're experiencing
a condition known as Pon farr.

Pon what?

Your emotional balance
has been disrupted.

You may not be in control

of your more aggressive
instincts.

I lost my temper for a minute.
That's all.

Why are you all
staring at me like that?

Please, come back
with us to the ship.

Just leave me alone.

Who are you?

What do you want?

My name is Chakotay.

I assure you we have
no hostile intent.

She does.

B'Elanna, please.

She is suffering
from a chemical imbalance

which is affecting her behavior.

An imbalance?

Is it contagious?

No. However, she does
need our assistance.

We'd be glad to take her
and leave your territory.

Not before you tell me
why you came here.

We only came to find
some gallicite.

We thought this planet
was uninhabited.

Then why are you
carrying weapons?

It's standard procedure
for any mission

into unfamiliar territory.

Let me see one.

And what is that?

Some sort of scanning device?

Yes. It's called a tricorder.

But it didn't detect
any life-forms here?

No, it didn't.

What's that?

Seismic alert.

That wall is unstable.

Be careful.

Watch out.

B'Elanna, don't!

B'Elanna!

There must be a hidden door,
some kind of a passageway.

I'm not picking up anything
like that...

or any life signs.

Then you're using it wrong.

Yeah, that must be it...

or else these aliens
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 leave
Chakotay and Tuvok.

If you have any ideas how
to find them, I'm listening.

We have to get back to the ship
and get some help...

for them and for you.

Why does everybody keep saying
there's something wrong with me?

I'll try to explain it to you.

But we've got to get moving.

There.

Your serotonin levels
are stabilized for the moment,

but I'm concerned
about these fluctuations.

It's becoming more difficult
to compensate.

I will increase my efforts...

to control them, Doctor.

I'd like you to consider
an alternative treatment

I've been developing.

No, I will deal
with this myself.

Ensign, your life is at risk.

You don't understand.

How well a Vulcan copes

with this experience
is a test of his character.

I've already humiliated
myself and Lieutenant Tuvok

by allowing a private matter
to become so...

public.

Give yourself a little credit.

You're doing the best you can

under unusually
difficult circumstances.

If you were back on Vulcan,

you'd have your family and
friends there to help you.

I shouldn't need any help.

I know that self-sufficiency
is very important to a Vulcan,

but there is nothing
shameful in getting

a little guidance
every once in a while.

I'd like you to consider
my alternative,

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 like you to meet T'Pera.

Surely you're not suggesting
that she become my mate.

Well, I wouldn't recommend
a lifetime commitment, but...

she might be able to help you
with your immediate problem.

She's a hologram.

She isn't real.

Then I assume you have
the same low regard for me.

You're a skilled physician,
Doctor,

but let me point out
the limitations

to your own experience
with physical matters.

I believe we're discussing

your sexual difficulties
at the moment, Ensign.

And this holographic mate

is the best solution
I can think of.

She won't be the same
as a real mate.

The difference is
all in your mind,

which, if I've understood you
and Mr. Tuvok correctly,

is where the Pon farr
must ultimately be resolved.

Let your mind convince your body
that she...

is exactly what you
need her to be.

Think of this as an advanced
self-healing technique.

It will still require
considerable

mental discipline on your part.

There is a certain logic
to your suggestion, Doctor.

1 will try.

Good.

Well, then, I'll leave
the two of you alone.

Tuvok must be wrong
about this Pon farr business.

It doesn't make any sense.

It does explain
how you've been acting.

I don't see what's so strange.

How about starting a fight
with a group of armed aliens?

Shouting at Neelix?
Giving me this?

If I remember
my Klingon customs,

biting someone
on the face means...

I know what it means.

All right.

So, maybe I do feel...

something, some kind of...

instinct.

What am I supposed
to do about it?

When we get back to the ship,

the Doctor should
be able to help--

or there's always Vorik.

I am not helping
that Vulcan pahtk.

The idea of bonding with him...

The idea of bonding with him...

it's ludicrous.

What's this?

The tremor must have
shaken the rocks loose.

Well, they're in the way.

No, hold it.

We don't know how
stable this tunnel is.

An energy blast might bring the
rest of it down on our heads.

Let go!

No.

I think I should keep this.

Never pick a fight
with a Klingon, Tom.

I'm not going to fight
with you, B'Elanna.

Afraid I'll break your arm?

You should be.

B'Elanna, 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 blood.

No.

No, I'm your friend

and I have to watch out for you

when your judgment's
been impaired.

If you let these instincts
take over now,

you'll hate yourself

and me, too,
for taking advantage of you.

I won't do that.

Maybe...

maybe we should
continue separately.

No.

You don't know how strong...

how hard it is to fight this...

urge.

Are you telling me
that I'm impossible to resist?

I wouldn't go that far.

Good.

Come on.

I want to know about the vessel
which brought you here--

your propulsion systems,
weapons, sensors-- everything.

You have an artificial implant
in your arm.

Yes. It was necessary
to replace the elbow joint

after I was injured
in a combat simulation.

I also want to know
about your medical technology--

scientific advances,
artificial intelligence...

I'd be glad to tell you
all about my people

and learn about yours.

There's no need to hold us
here for interrogation.

You should 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 people have clearly made

every effort to avoid
detection by outsiders.

Is it so difficult to believe

that those measures were
effective in our case?

If they had been fully
effective, you wouldn't

have found anything interesting
enough to bring you here.

That's something
we can help you with.

What?

We can show you
how we detected the gallicite,

so you can disguise it better.

We can also help you eliminate

the last traces
of the ruins on the surface,

SO no one else
will be curious about them.

You've seen the ruins?

Yes.

I assume the Sakari
once lived there.

Long ago...

before I was born.

What happened?

My people never even knew
who the invaders were

or why they attacked.

It was all over
in less than an hour.

Some of the colonists
were fortunate enough

to escape into the mines.

We've lived here ever
since, where it's safe.

If the invaders ever learned
of our existence here,

they might return.

I certainly understand
your caution,

but let us demonstrate
our good faith

by helping you
protect yourselves.

Then we'll go
and never bother you again.

Agreed.

But you will be supervised
at all times.

We're almost
to the next passageway.

Can you make it?

Not much choice.

It's all right.

We'll find a way out.

We should use that weapon.

It's worth the risk now.

Well, I might agree with you
if I still had it.

It's buried somewhere
under all that.

What?!

Sorry.

Try to stay calm.

I know it's hard.

You don't know anything!

I feel like I'm crawling
out of my skin!

I need to do something.

I can't take this!

You've never been
hard to get, Tom.

Well, I'm making an exception.

I can't let you do this.

Oh?

Oh, but you wish you could.

All those invitations
to dinner...

and on the holodeck,
the way you would stare at me

when you thought
I wasn't looking...

and get jealous
when I'm with someone else.

You can't tell me you're
not interested in me.

You're right.

I can't.

Then don't push me away.

Oh, believe me, I'd like to,

but I know
this isn't really you.

You've made it clear
that you're not interested

and I have to accept
that's how you feel, even now.

No...

no, it isn't.

I was... I was just
afraid to admit it.

You see, I've wanted
this for so long.

Just let it happen.

I hope someday you'll say
that to me and mean it.

You'd let me go insane
rather than help me?!

You know that's not true.

You just...
stay away from me!

You called, Ensign?

Is there a... problem?

Not at all.

You seem...

much improved.

Yes.

Your holodeck therapy
was very effective.

I must compliment you
on an innovative solution.

I'm pleased to hear that.

This could be
a viable alternative

for space-faring Vulcans.

When we get back, I'm sure
Starfleet medical will...

never hear about your
personal experiences from me.

Thank you, Doctor.

May I return to duty?

Soon enough, Ensign.

I'll need to run
a few more cortical scans.

Mr. Vorik's biochemical
readings are stabilizing.

They're not back to normal yet,

but I believe he's gotten
through the worst of it.

I'm ready to release him
from Sick Bay.

Good work, Doctor.

Will this treatment
help B'Elanna as well?

I don't see why not.

As soon as the away
team gets back,

I'll send her straight to you.

I'll get to work designing

the half-Klingon version
of the program.

There's a copious
amount of information

in the cultural database
about their mating practices.

Did you know
that fracturing a clavicle

on the wedding night
is actually

considered a blessing
on the marriage?

As a matter of fact, I didn't.

I'm planning to do
a comparative study

of all these mating rituals.

It really is fascinating...

...from a sociobiological
point of view.

I'm sure B'Elanna will
appreciate your efforts, Doctor.

Mm.

Where are we?

Still stuck in the cave,
I'm afraid.

The caves?

The gallicite--
where's my tricorder?

No, we're not looking
for the gallicite anymore.

We're trying to get back
to the ship, remember?

No... I don't.

Are you two all right?

B'Elanna needs help.

We've got to get her
out of here.

Chakotay to Voyager.

Please respond.

Still nothing.

What's the matter?

Why aren't they answering?

There must be some kind
of communications problem.

I'm sure they'll
clear it up soon.

It may not be soon enough.

I am concerned about the rapid
progression of her symptoms.

You must help her now,
Mr. Paris.

If she does not resolve
the Pon farr,

she will die.

B'Elanna, I know this is
a pretty bizarre situation--

probably not what either
one of us had in mind--

but it's too late
to worry about that now.

Tom...

What?

Be quiet.

So, this is the part

where you throw
heavy objects at me?

Maybe later.

I'm not sure exactly
what I'm supposed to do.

Well, what are you doing?

Enjoying myself?

Then show it.

You are my mate, not his!

What are you doing here?

I've come to claim you,
to fulfill our bond

and if necessary,
to face my rival!

Lieutenant Tuvok!

Ensign.

Sir, I declare
Koon-ut kal-if-fee.

The ritual challenge.

He intends to fight
to win his mate.

If you want a fight,
you've got one.

Hold on, Tom.

There's not going
to be any challenge.

Are you responsible for the ship
being out of contact?

It was necessary
to disable the communications,

transporters and shuttles.

No one will keep me
from my mate!

I am not your mate!

We will soon decide that!

If anyone is going to smash

your arrogant little face in,
1 will!

I take your challenge myself!

She has the right
to choose her own defender--

even herself.

Now, just hold on.

Neither of you are thinking
straight right now.

They are following
their instincts

and I suggest
we allow them to do so.

You mean, let them fight?

It is logical.

Both must resolve their Pon farr
before it kills them.

We cannot wait
to hear from Voyager.

They'll tear each other
to pieces!

The risk of injury
seems preferable

to the certainty of dying
from a chemical imbalance.

Commander, I see no alternative
but to follow Vulcan tradition.

All right.

Begin.

It's over, isn't it?

The blood fever has been purged.

They will both recover.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50541.6.

We're following through
with Chakotay's offer

to help the Sakari
improve their camouflage,

and they've agreed to supply us

with a generous quantity
of gallicite.

Deck 2.

So, looks like
you're feeling better.

Hmm.

You back on duty?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

Yes, I'm fine.
Thanks.

The refit is going well.

We should have new warp coils
by the end of the week.

Oh, good.

Glad to hear it.

Computer, halt turbolift.

Look, this is ridiculous.

We are going to be together
on this ship for a long time.

You're right.

We have to pretend that the
whole mission didn't happen.

But something did happen,
B'Elanna.

Look, Tom, I really
appreciate what you did--

what you were willing
to do for me--

but as far as I'm concerned,
I was under the influence

of some weird Vulcan
chemical imbalance

and whatever I did, whatever
I said-- it wasn't me.

Yeah, I know.

You're afraid that
your big, scary Klingon side

might have been showing.

Well, I saw it up close

and you know,
it wasn't so terrible.

In fact, I wouldn't mind
seeing it again someday.

Computer... resume.

Careful what you wish for,
Lieutenant.

Your call sounded urgent.

I think there's something
you should see, Captain.

We found this as we were
clearing away the ruins.

Undoubtedly, one of the invaders
who destroyed this colony.

The Borg.