Summary:

"'Let the spirit out', Bones? That's crazy talk. I mean… do you guys really do that still, back on Earth? Open windows to let people's 'ghosts' out?"

Jim believes in science. What he can see, smell, touch, taste, hear. But when things start to go downright WEIRD aboard the Enterprise, and the only cause appears to be supernatural, Jim is forced to admit that perhaps there are more sinister things at play.


Notes:

So a supernatural horror alternate universe. This is going to have strong horror elements in it, lots of gore, eventual sex and all that good stuff.

This prologue actually sets up the overall plot of the series, something that won't be resolved for a while because I'm cruel. Another chapter will be posted soon (tonight or tomorrow).


"Get off my fucking bridge right now!" Jim shouted, rising from his chair and drawing his phaser. He kept it steadily pointed at the pair who had sauntered onto his bridge like they owned it. He could see his bridge crew shifting in their seats, assessing the threat themselves, reaching for weapons or adjusting their feet ready to dive for cover should a fire fight break out.

"I'm afraid, Captain, that you do not have the power to remove us from this bridge, or the ship for that matter, until we have got what we came for," the Agent said. His eyes were a cold, unfeeling grey. His leather uniform creaked as he stepped forward, unconcerned by the phasers pointed in his direction.

"Identify yourself before I take you out as a threat to my ship," Jim turned his voice cold. He was stalling for time, hoping to any higher being that would listen that Nyota had got the message out to Sickbay somehow, anyhow, that they were under attack.

"My name is Agent Smith, and this is my colleague-"

"Let me guess, his name is Smith too?" Jim bit out sarcastically. Agent Smith's eyes crinkled but his lips didn't so much as twitch.

"Jones, actually. Seems you might know why we're here, Captain. So let's make a deal. Give us what we want, and we will go away," he said, holding his hands out as though it were the simplest thing in the world.

Like Jim could just give over Bones like that.

"I don't know what you want. I assure you, my ship doesn't need Section 31 messing with it again," he said, staring the Agent down. This time the Agent did laugh, a hollow, eerie sound that made all the hairs on the back of Jim's neck stand on end.

"We are taking Doctor McCoy, Captain. In fact…" The Agent put a hand to his ear as though listening to rapturous applause. "Ah, yes, we already have him. They scream so well when you do that to them…"

Jim swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying to keep his hand steady and his face impassive and failing.

"Do what to him?" he asked, refusing to refer to Bones as anything other than the human being he was. Goddamn it, how inhuman were these people?

The Agent smiled, white, white teeth flashing.

"Why, burn him of course."