The usual disclaimer. But, of course, if I did own this, why on earth would it be here?
So, this is a little short, but it's an intro. More to come. Only, of course, if you review.

Before I take my leave...

She stumbled along slowly through the narrow hallway, her hand dragging against the wall, acting as her support and her guide as she went along weakly. The corridor was deserted but if anyone were to see her, that person would barely recognise the normally attractive woman. Her hair would be the first thing noticed; normally, it was up in her usual, elaborate fashion. Now, it no longer stayed in place, but rather began to sag about her face, a tangled mess of blond hair. The next thing to be noticed would probably be the bruises on her legs; the result of her stumbling for an unknown amount of time. Then, her regular skin would be noticed. It had grown pale, cold, clammy, as if she had died but still walked in the world of the living. The final and perhaps the most poignant thing to be noticed would be her eyes. Had anyone been there to see her in that moment, one would have seen the dead, hollow look in her eyes, as if she was no longer in the shell that used to be her body.

She stumbled by the room that was her destination. Having almost missed it she saw, out of her peripheral, the name by the door: James T. Kirk. Her body was thrown back, almost like a doll being tossed around and then, her body failed her. She fell back against the door, her head hitting it with a dull thud. For several long minutes, she remained there, her eyes closed, until the sound of feminine yet powerful footsteps coming toward her. Her eyes shot open, and they remained wide, staring at the other side of the corridor.

There was a gasp as the footsteps stopped near her. The woman hurried to her. "Janice! Are you alright? What happened?" She turned her head toward the woman, who was taken aback by the look of her eyes. She felt her forehead for a fever, and then grabbed her hand. Janice made no response in any way to this, but stared at the woman's beautiful dark features. "Janice! Speak to me! What happened?"

Janice closed her eyes again, and her head fell to her chest. The woman stood and hurried to the communicator on the wall. She pressed the button. "Lieutenant Uhura to Dr. McCoy," she said into it, glancing back at Janice.

"Yes, Lieutenant," answered the voice of Doctor McCoy.

"Yeoman Rand has collapsed on Deck Five and she required medical assistance."

"I'm on my way Lieutenant."

Uhura hurried back to Janice and grabbed the woman's hand. Janice looked up at her, and Uhura felt a little at ease as the evil had left her gaze. Janice squeezed her hand gently, her eyes now imploring. "Nyota..."

"It's alright, Janice... Doctor McCoy is on his way. How do you feel?"

Janice shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. "I feel..." her voice faded away into incomprehensible mumbling, and her head fell forward again, and she fell unconscious.

I hope you like it. Of course, negative feedback is welcome too, if you are polite. If not, then I simply will not care.