What is it?

What is it? Maybe anger, mistrust. "How do you know me?" he asked. The look in his eyes. What was it?

"Because she's the captain!" he told B'Elanna. Trust? Too soon. What was it?

"I refuse to be your token Maquis officer," he said. Hurt? What was it?

"I wouldn't be a good first officer if I didn't tell you what I think." Upset and worried. But more. What was it?

Time after time it was there. It is still there. What is it?

Could it be love?

Will I ever know?