Alien vs Trekkies
Rated T for blood, guts, violence and swearing aplenty, disturbing situations, and some suggestive elements.
Slash. Don't like, don't read.
This is essentially my excuse to kill/maim/psychologically torture pretty much everybody in Star Trek. : ) Enjoy! Reviews are love!
Prologue
He was screaming at me, screaming at the top of his lungs to kill him, to end him, and his pain. The weapon was shaking in my hand. I didn't know if I could do it. In horror, I watched as a terrible ripping sound reached my ears and the front of his shirt was abruptly splattered with blood. His screams reached top volume. I pulled the trigger. The shot took him in the head, where I had intended it to go, and his cries ceased instantly as the charge's acidic component vaporized him. In seconds, he was reduced to a smoldering pile of ashes. Silence rang.
The floodgates opened.
Images of that horrible day flashed through my mind, swimming through the kitchens, getting trapped behind the airlock, watching the ship start to explode before jumping to warp…
Then his face swam before my eyes, distorted, as if I was seeing him through a bottle of water.
"Jim," he said.
And darkness took me.
***
I sat bolt upright in bed, stifling a shriek.
The nightmares had returned.
Slowly managing to calm myself down, I tucked my knees up to my chest and sat, glancing around the darkness of the shuttle. Nearby, Spock and Uhura were sleeping peacefully together, his arm curled over her waist, protectively, comfortingly.
I blinked, adjusting to the dim light, and walked to the cockpit, taking a seat to check on our course.
I sighed. It would be at least another week before we reached Starfleet. I wondered if, somehow, we could speed up the shuttle's journey.
Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not an engineer, Bones might've said.
And then I would've laughed and asked Scotty the same question, and he would've answered something along the lines of: I canna change th' laws of physics, Captain…more than once a day.
A lump formed in my throat, surprising me. I've never been the crying type.
As to avoid disturbing my crew, I shut the door to the cockpit before breaking down entirely.
