This is my first fic, so don't kill me if it's not great! I've only just got into ST recently so there might be some mistakes.. BUT you're not here for the authors notes, so enjoy!
"We're not going to get back in time!" A voice yelled, muffled from the wind. Enterprise's landing crew shot through a forest of bushes and stumbled over themselves along the way. They were exhausted. And were being chased by Romulans.
"So I'm guessing.. they don't agree.. to our peace treaty terms?" Kirk shouted back jokingly, trying to catch his breath.
"No Jim, they're chasing us because we're their new space-buddies" McCoy sarcastically replied. Kirk just gave him a lopsided smirk and pulled out his communicator.
"Kirk to enterprise, are we in range yet?" he called into it.
"Scotty here, no Captain, it's going to take weeks to repair the transporter for full range use, you need to get yourselves a wee bit closer"
Kirk groaned and signalled everyone to keep running. Kirk, McCoy and Uhura were on Santuria, a planet that the Romulans had conveniently decided to take over. They claimed the entire planet would be their new Romulan empire. This was going to be a problem considering it's not in their territory.
"Ah I've got you Captain, get ready for beam up!" a voice called into the communicator.
"Stay still everyone" Kirk said quietly, slowing down to a halt.
"And the Romulans?" McCoy asked, checking behind him.
"Let's just hope they're slower than Scotty" Kirk rolled his head back and tried to get rid of the stiffness in his neck. The red sky was replaced with a white glow, and then prestige white walls. He let out a loud sigh, simply nodded to the rest of the crew and marched off to the Bridge not saying a word.
McCoy eyed him down, scoffed, and turned to Scotty.
"Alright then, I'll say it for him," he rolled his eyes, "Thanks for saving our asses from getting beat"
"Aye sir, it's my pleasure"
Kirk plonked down into his beloved Captain's chair and stared at the floor beneath his feet. An overwhelming feeling of tiredness washed over him, leaving him grouchy and irritable. He leaned over the arm rests and shut his eyes.
"Take us out, warp 3" he forced out, still keeping his eyes shut.
"Aye aye Captain" came a voice. A few seconds later and the room started slightly shaking.
Kirk leaned back and rested his head on the top of the chair, glancing at the ceiling. He got lost in the quietness of the room, somehow finding the shaking soothing. Slowly, he became more and more distant. He cleared his throat and scratched at his knee with his other shoe, too tired to care about how stupid he looked. His throat was getting more and more itchy. Coughing loudly and clearing hid throat again, he started to get annoyed. He elected to ignore the feeling, attempting to listen more to the rumbling noise with his eyes closed. After a minute, he noticed he was finding it slightly difficult to inhale. He lifted himself forward, thinking it was his posture causing the problems. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"Captain, you have told us to, I repeat, 'take us out', however, you have not told us the location of which that you would like us to set course for" an all too familiarly calm (but irritating to Jim) voice said.
Kirk groaned quietly and shifted in his seat.
"Set course to..." he tried to think of where he planned for then to go next. "Ah I don't know" he huffed, "You can choose this time, Spock". He awaited for an annoying attempt to remind him that he was in fact the Captain, and so he must tell them where to go, but there was silence. "Yes Captain" he said at last. Kirk couldn't help but smile to himself.
"However," Oh no, here we go. "I do believe that you are already aware that you are the only person on this ship that knows the location of-"
"Alright, Spock" he interrupted him. "Just.. go anywhere". He didn't want to try to think. Thinking was difficult. Thinking about where to go is too hard. In fact, Jim thought he should hire someone to think for him.
After that sentence, he lost the energy to speak anymore. He noticed his breathing was getting faster, and his fatigue was growing stronger. Kirk again rested his head against the top of the chair and quietly sighed. His head grew fuzzy and became increasingly swishy swashy- like puddles of mush. He wanted to sit up but his arms and legs were weak and heavy. His throat became more scratchy and dry, but he wouldn't muster the strength to clear it. Moments later, he involuntarily coughed, which made him heave with exhaustion. What was going on? He thought.
"Captain, are you quite well?" A voice behind him startled him. He groaned in response, desperately trying to stay awake. His lungs felt like they were crushing him, breaths were beginning to feel like they were forced. A hand was placed on his shoulder, he knew by the grip that it was Spock.
He mustered the rest of the energy he had to attempt to make him sit down.
"Sp-ahem" he cleared his throat. "Spock, I'm just tired from all that running, you know?"
There was a pause, and then "Captain, if I might inform you of my observation, you seem to be in distress"
Kirk sighed and shrugged. "S'alright man" he slurred, taking a deep breath to continue his sentence, "M'just... lil mmm... bit tired is all"
Another pause, and then footsteps walking away from him. Phew, it seems his diabolical plan to promote how he was the pinnacle of health had worked.
"Bridge to sickbay"
Kirk's eyes flew open immediately and he heaved forward, falling out his chair and scrambling to get to his first science officer.
"Never mind, all is fine!" Kirk called up from the floor, hoping whoever was on the receiving end would hear.
"Captain, I hardly think that-"
"END THE CALL, THAT'S AN ORDER" he bellowed, and winced in pain, clutching his stomach.
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow at him, paused to decide the great, needlessly in depth, logical decision to make and simply nodded. "All is well" he repeated, and ended the transmission. Even he knew that Kirk was not in fact, 'well'.
Jim Kirk remained on the floor, taking in ragged breaths and staring wide eyed into the distance. He could tell that Spock was standing right next to him and glaring at him, probably making some assumption about how crap of a captain and weak he was. He shook the thought. Kirk felt himself fading, the murmurs of the crew after hearing him yelling turning into distant whispers, as if they were all falling away from him. He felt as if he were floating, and the voices of his crew were drifting away from him, far far away, he tried to listen harder to grab them back, but it was no use. Then the whispers were replaced by white noise, and before he knew it, life as he knew it was sucked away, and then there was nothing.
Chapter 2 soon! What's happening? If I made any mistakes please tell me so I can improve!
