Authors Note:
So, I'm kinda back! I've had the writing itch finally return after a good 6 months. Escape from Sondara isn't finished, however its pretty much there. I have the WORST writers block and have no idea on how to round it up nicely, but the idea for this story has been in my head for a while.
You may recognise it a little. It's based around another Star Trek fan fiction, which isn't actually on this site - that I know of. Its called 'Mind Sifter' and written by Shirley Maiewski. Its from the Star Trek New Voyages group. You can find it on YouTube. Its incredibly well written and I loved the idea of it all. However, as a vivid Jim!Hurts fan, I felt that some of the questions I found myself asking were left unanswered. As I couldn't jump straight into the end of the story, without the possibility of some of you asking what the flip was going on, I wrote out chapters one to ten based mostly on the original story, just tweaking it a little (by changing Character Names and going into a little more depth).Chapter 11 onwards is all my original work. If you enjoy the overall story of it all, I urge you to go and watch The Mind Sifter on YouTube. Its played out fantastically.
I thank you for your patience as I write this.
As always, reviews and private messages are my muse - you inspire me. I always try my hardest to reply to all of them, especially those with questions. But please remember, I cannot personally reply to guest reviews, although I would love to!
Enjoy! - Katie ;)
I Do Not Own Star Trek, Star Trek New Voyages or The Mind Sifter by Shirley Maiewski.
- But I do wish I owned Chris Pine.
Missing in Action
Chapter One
Everything hurts… why does it hurt?
What's going on?
Jim opened up his blood shot eyes as wide as he could, forcing them to focus. He looked around what he could only assume was an empty movie theatre. He started to scan the room for any clues of how he got here but all he saw were empty dusty chairs, rows and rows of them. An old black and white movie was being projected on a large paper screen in front of them, a movie that even he didn't recognise.
He desperately wanted to move his body, he didn't feel safe here. Jim attempted to take a step, looking down at his bare feet. The loose fitting light blue trousers felt unfamiliar to him, as he looked up his legs. Moving one foot forwards felt like complete agony, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs with every inhale of breath. He soon lost his balance as his ankle rolled with the shift of weight, he had no choice but to collapse to his knees. He wrapped his arms around his torso, the pain was too intense and he had no choice but to pant through the pain.
The movie still played in the background, Jim attempted to focus on the voices he heard rather than the pain he felt.
"You don't understand, you can't leave me!"
"Why not! It's not like I have anything around here for anymore!"
"Because I love you!"
"What did you say?"
"I love you, Captain…"
Suddenly a huge wave of intense pain entered into each side of his head. Jim had no choice but to let out a yell, squeezing his eyes closed and instinctively grabbing his head. It felt as if two drills were drilling into each side of his skull. He collapsed to the floor, he no longer heard the movie and just felt the aching agony. Unfamiliar voices flooded into his mind as he screamed out for help;
Sir … read me?
Red Alert…
Shields Up…
"Jimmy! It's ok! I'm here now." A woman's voice called out to him from afar as the pain suddenly stopped. Jim stayed still on the floor, cradling his throbbing head as hot tears dripped down his cheeks. He had no control, he had no memories and he no idea where he was.
A pair of warm, soft hands wrapped around him, stroking his hair in an attempt to relax him. Jim had no idea who it was but, for the first time, he felt safe.
"It's ok… Shhh, its ok." The soft woman's voice whispered into his ears. "We need to get you back to the hospital, ok?"
Jim continued to sob, allowing his eyes to slit back open slightly as he allowed the tears to continue to flow. He looked at the woman's black high heeled shoes, not recognising who they belonged to.
"Doctor Harrison! Move away! He's dangerous!" called from the distance. More voices he didn't recognise.
Two men dressed in white jackets and matching trousers entered the abandoned theatre, running closer to Jim and Doctor Harrison.
The safe arms left him, as Doctor Harrison rose to her feet.
"Please, don't hurt him. He's had enough, I just need to get him back."
"It's not a risk I'm willing to take, Doctor." Said one of the men, as he placed his powerful strong arms on her to move her away from Jim. "This isn't the first time he's escaped and tried to fight his way away from us."
"Escaped the mental house, aye? Well we will soon have you back there." The other man spoke with an angry tone. "Stand up boy!" he ordered Jim.
Jim was still unable to move, he kept his head down, hoping the men would leave him alone with the woman he felt safe with, but he was wrong.
"Fine. Looks like we are playing it the hard way again." The man with the angry voice spat. "Grab him!"
The other man, who was yet to speak to Jim, grabbed Jim's arms and held them tightly behind his back. He pulled Jim up to his feet and a huge wave of pain swept through the whole of Jim's broken body.
Jim opened his red eyes again, attempting to look around again, but the pressure in his head was too much. The constant ache made his eyes feel like they were fit to burst. He attempted to move his hands away, to cradle his hurting body, but it was no good. The man who held them in place just tightened his grip.
"Say goodnight, sunshine." The angry man growled, before swiftly punching Jim around the face.
Jim had no choice but to allow the darkness to consume him. The voices in his head fell silent as the pressure eased.
The angry man wiped the blood off his knuckles as he looked at Doctor Harrison.
"Report me and next time I won't be so gentle."
