Chapter 1
I was awake. My surroundings were noisy. I could hear voices, so many voices, all of them communicating among one another. They were discussing something, or rather someone. The air around me smelt of detergents and cleaners, and possibly alcohol, the one used in medical fluids. My eyes were closed, I just wanted to fall asleep again, however I knew that was not going to happen any time soon. I felt a warm, rubbery hand touching my arm. I immediately assumed it was a hand covered with a rubber glove. The scent of the air, rubber gloves, voices… Was I being operated on, and why? Was I in the middle of a crime investigation? Okay, I suppose my last assumption was highly unlikely. I wondered if I should open my eyes, but I was afraid of what I may see. If I really was being operated on, would I see blood? Usually when one sees a cut or a bruise on their body, they will only then feel the pain, and I was certainly not in the mood for that. 'Maybe I should try and remember why I'm here.' I thought. 'Wait, who am I?' At that very moment of questioning myself, I opened my eyes.
''Spock, are you getting this?'' A man with sandy blonde hair asked. He was regretting his refusal of the offer of a jacket to fight of the cold air. ''Yes, captain. I suggest that you resume walking to prevent- Kirk interrupted him. ''Yeah yeah, it will warm me up, I know. Are you sure this is the right place? All I can see is rubble and debris. I don't think anyone survived.'' He shuffled his feet around, attempting to kick the rubble away and failing. He winced with pain. ''I have located the co-ordinates of the origin of the distress call. It is only five point two minutes away. I shall send them to you.'' Spock answered. ''Spock'', Uhura called calmly. He turned to her, signalling for her to speak. ''I'm picking up a transmission. It's being intercepted though, and the language it is in is unfamiliar.'' She then continued, ''It's…Someone is picking up on it; I think they're listening- The ship shook violently, and she gripped Spock as to keep from falling. 'Incoming message' the computer alerted the crew. Chekov put it on the screen, and the face of a child, around the age of fourteen, appeared. Spock stood up and walked towards the screen. The girl was holding tightly onto the screen. She looked a little shaken, confused, but not in the least frightened. ''Good afternoon, Mister Spock. (Although it isn't a very good one, she murmured)'' Spock raised one eyebrow. ''Please, uh, don't be freaked out, but who doesn't know who you are? I'm –'' she paused for a moment, and then continued. ''I am in the medical centre- well, where the medical centre was- uh, I may need some help.'' ''We are willing to provide assistance and to beam you and the others who have survived aboard the U.S.S Enterprise, but we will need your co-ordinates.'' The girl sighed, almost painfully as if inhaling was painful, and Spock wondered if she had been injured. ''There is no one else, other than a living being approaching this – my area. My co-ordinates are three six one one four, nine two three seven.'' She stated. ''May I enquire your name?'' he asked her, surprised that she had known her co-ordinates without having to check. ''I don't- she wasn't able to finish when a falling stone damaged her computer and the ship lost connection. Spock spoke quickly. ''Dial up her co-ordinates and beam her aboard.'' He said to Mr Scott who nodded and ran off down the hallway.
Spock touched his earpiece and contacted Kirk. ''We have found one living being, a child. She is being transported to the ship as we speak.'' Kirk made a groaning noise and replied, ''A kid? She got hold of the ship?'' He did not sound too happy, as he worried that children may wreck things, but knowing this child was able to contact a ship he feared she may be able to do more than push buttons innocently, rather pushing them and understanding their purpose. ''Affirmative, captain.'' Spock replied and turned around when McCoy got up from his seat and rushed to the medical bay upon receiving a call that the child had arrived. Spock walked down the hallway and into the medical room after requesting that Kirk was to be beamed back as well. ''Captain we have successfully beamed the child aboard and are ready to interrogate.'' He told Kirk. ''That's one less thing we have to worry about he said as he tried to catch up with Spock. He had also returned safely. ''Now, let's go get ourselves some answers!'' He said happily, a little too happily.
My first ever fanfic chapter is complete! Mega yay! xx