Hello world.
This is scary, my first published fanfiction on any website. I've been writing them for years, but only now has it ever occurred to me that people might want to read them.
I have a multitude of details I must iron out before you read this: to begin with, Nalien Chahine (pronounced Nahlyen) is also called Ali or Delilah later on. She is a member of my own created race, which has a name un-pronouncable to human beings (because I can't think of a good name) so they're just called the 'Oracles of the Universe' – they have many life-changing powers which can only be harnessed after a special and painful process has been undergone. She has the darkest skin most people have ever seen, and vitiligo to give it a striking contrast. Her accent is also heavily African.
I have made Sherlock Holmes a rebel with a cause. He is... part android, I think, and he is able to use most of his brain power. He has a higher IQ than Spock, and that causes some problems, especially with his brain.
Bones is a bit of a sarcastic bitch, basically. It was fun, I thought, so why not?
Also if you get to the end of this chapter and wonder where everyone is, it's not that I don't like them XD.
Enjoy... constructive criticism only...
The walk from the quarters to the sick bay was not a long one, but in the state of Lieutenant Sherlock Holmes it seemed to take far longer than it should. His head was pounding in a way he had never experienced, and his body seemed to be in control of itself – throwing him this way and that, into walls and away from them. He even knocked into a passing ensign on his journey.
Something was very wrong with him. As he stumbled through the corridors, winning himself dozens of odd looks, he went over every possible scenario in his throbbing mind – all 57 of them. He then narrowed that down to ten possibilities as he mentally analysed the exact pain he was feeling. Then, there were only two possibilities as he added the factor of not being able to control his movements.
As the sick bay came into view, Sherlock's pace quickened. The pain had intensified.
Doctor Leonard 'Bones' McCoy was already waiting for him, sitting calmly on the edge of one of the beds. He looked at him pointedly.
'I have received seven messages over the Comm from some bewildered ensigns, saying you were in a sorry state and heading my way,' Bones said gruffly. His eyebrow was raised sarcastically.
'So you thought you'd stay here and wait patiently for my arrival?' Sherlock winced as pain shot through his temple.
'It's your own fault. I told you to rest your mind. Did you? No. You're not actually Vulcan, you know.'
'Yes, but my IQ exceeds that of one by a considerable amount.' Bones grinned, recalling a fond memory.
'I have never seen a Vulcan so baffled by a human's intelligence.'
'You have never seen a Vulcan baffled, period.' Sherlock mumbled. Bones nodded thoughtfully. He reached and took a Hypospray from the counter beside him, where he had had it waiting.
'Now, this won't hurt a bit.'
Sherlock was just about to tell him that that was entirely untrue before the room disappeared from his vision.
Lieutenant Nalien Chahine rolled her eyes as Sherlock told her what had happened.
'You are going to end up killing yourself one of these days,' she said, her accent causing Sherlock to smile fondly. It was thick but intelligible, and her voice was deep. 'Doctor McCoy told you to-'
'Stop using sixty percent of my brain power, I know.' Sherlock rolled his eyes back at her.
'It will hurt you!'
'Already has. But look, I'm still here. On a bed in sick bay, albeit, but still here.' Nalien stared at him, her eyes asking are you serious?. Sherlock grinned and tousled what little hair she had. 'You need to stop worrying, don't you have more important things to think about? Aren't you going to start working on the Bridge full-time soon?'
'Yes, and that does trouble me – but it is not more important than you.'
'I'm flattered.' Sherlock muttered, his tone sarcastic. Nalien hit him on the arm. 'Come on, Ali. I was joking.'
'I know,' she smirked, rising from her position on the bed. 'My shift starts early tomorrow, so I won't see you until afterwards. You're on probation, so you can't see me work on my first day.'
'Probation?'
'You need to rest, Doctor's orders.'
'Yeah well, fuck him. He can't stop me doing anything.'
'That's the attitude that gets you kicked off the fleet.' Nalien scolded.
'Damn right it will,' he replied, with equal amounts of attitude.
'Get your shit together, and I'll see you tomorrow.' She grinned before turning away and disappearing from sight.
Sherlock looked up at the ceiling, and his face slacked. He was worried about his condition. He used too much brain power and it overloaded his system. It would only be a matter of time before they found out, then he'd be in real trouble.
Soo, how was that? This chapter is veryyyyy short, so I'm sorry ;-;; Please tell me if there is anything you didn't like about it, but not on PM! Comments only. I will not answer to a PM, or read it. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it :))
