Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I do not even own TOS (The Original Series). However, I do own this story, and I own Ragar. He is influential, sure, but...he's mine. Thank you.
I am so, so sorry.
I have been away for, like, two and a half years, it seems. It's like life just keeps throwing me things that keep me from my writing. I apologize to those who may have been waiting, and eventually may have given up, and also to those who can't stand cliff-hangers (like me ;D). Anyways, story-time! Chapter Two is now up, so I won't keep you.
Enjoy and God Bless!
Oddysey
Chapter Two
Nyota was stroking Sulu's cock when Christine walked into Sulu's quarters.
"Oh," She said, cooing. "MmmHmm."
"What are you doing?" Christine said, slightly creeped out. She raised one eyebrow, mimicking Spock. That was a talent that she was not born with, but she acquired out of practice and sheer infatuation of him.
"Stroking Sulu's cock," Nyota said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Christine burst out laughing.
"That's a plant!" Christine said, laughing hysterically, her hand covering her mouth. "That's called a 'cock'?"
"Well, it's called a Cockiferous Amygdale, technically, but I like to call it 'cock' for short."
"I'll bet you do!"
Sulu strode in at that point, carrying in a big pot of pussy willows. Christine and Nyota both looked at each other and collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"Anyways," Christine said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, "I came to see what you were up to." She took Nyota aside and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
"Well," Nyota said, eyeing Sulu, "During dinner we were discussing all sorts of things, such as botany and fencing and communications, things like that. Then, before I knew it, he asked me to see his collection of plants that he keeps in his quarters. So now I'm here."
"Obviously he has quite a fascinating variety of plants," Christine said.
"Yes," Nyota said, eyeing Sulu in her peripheral vision, who was currently bending over the pussy willows, back facing her. "Yes, he does."
"Bridge to Sulu," the private intercom interjected. Sulu got up and went to see what was the matter.
"So how come you were stroking and talking to Sulu's… plant, anyways? That's a bit strange, even for you."
"Sulu said that plants like to be talked to," Nyota said, "And that it helps them to be healthier. Being a communications officer, I recognise the importance of this."
"I'm sure they enjoy all the 'oh's' and 'Mmm's' you give them."
"I'll admit, it wasn't just plant-talk," Nyota said, her lips trembling in mirth. They both began to laugh again.
"Uhura! Nurse! Go back to your posts!" Sulu said, excited. "The Captain said that we're changing course: we've got a new assignment!"
"Really?" Christine said, amazed. "But we've been standing still here for four months!"
"Apparently, the Captain couldn't take it anymore. We're going to Pollux IV, if that means anything to you."
"Wait a minute, don't I remember that Spock was telling me that-"
"Never mind. Orders are that all personnel are going to resume posts immediately! Come on!" He said, grabbing Uhura's arm. "Let's go!"
Christine and Uhura exchanged smirks on the way out. They were in for quite a ride.
"Readings on the planet surface, Mr. Spock." Captain Kirk bellowed. Spock obliged.
"Gravity is 0.8 of Earth, Atmosphere is Oxygen-Nitrogen atmosphere of Earth, with traces of Krypton and Argon, bearing 6.832-"
"Incoming!"
They were smashed into on the left-hand side, sending them to and fro like ping pong balls. After several seconds, another collision sent them flying to the other side of the ship, costing noteworthy internal injuries to the lucky who had slammed into the railing.
Captain Kirk was the first to get up. Staggering to the Science Officer's panel, he leaned up against the instruments.
"What…" he gasped, "was that?"
"Unknown at the moment, Captain," Spock replied, his eyes tuned in on the information screen.
"I'll need a better report than that if we're going to get through this," Kirk said, manning his post. "Sickbay!"
"McCoy here."
"Send some medical personnel up to the bridge on the double."
"I can't Jim, I've got too many people down here."
"Well send them up here! We've got lots of injuries that need your attention." Kirk said, an urgent tone in his voice."Kirk out."
"Captain," Spock said, "A very curious reading."
"On what, Mr. Spock?"
"On our chronometer, Captain," He said, pointing to the clock on Sulu's dashboard. Kirk came over to investigate.
"It appears to me," Spock said, foreboding in his voice, "That we are going backwards in time."
All at once, the bridge came to life again with bewildered murmurs, hysterical shouts, calls to Sickbay, and status reports. People rushed around faster and faster, as if time was shortening and expanding, as in sine waves. The crests and troughs of time made him nauseous, his cheeks turning a pallid green from the ordeal.
Nurse Chapel came on the scene.
Her face held a look of concern, like a flower that held its petals in place. The green rose in his cheeks steadily, rising and falling to the flow of time. He heard echoes of his name from her lips, her rushing towards him, and the concern in her face became harder and harder, like a stone.
"Spock…"
He did not think he could last much longer.
"Spock…"
His heart rate rose and fell with the waves of time, cascading over him, washing over and through his soul. He felt nauseous. Very, very nauseous.
"Spock……"
Her hand came up to touch his cheek. A very tender and emotional gesture. He could not permit it. He rose his hand, now coagulated with blood, to brush it away, but somehow it melded over hers, unable to be moved, touching and touched. Always touched.
Tears fell, sealing the mold. He tried to jerk his hand away with what little reverberating strength that he had, but he found yet another hand over his.
Jim's.
"Spock…" He gripped his hand firmly, trying to pull himself up. He smelled a stench – did he vomit upon himself? His stomach turned, and his lips moved, increasing the stench tenfold. He looked up, and saw Christine's eyes, vulnerable, open, and loving.
"Spock!"
He passed out.
Mm. Well, then, there.
Ah.
(ahem) I apologize. Just trying to get your attention, here. :)
Sorry Chapter 2 is so short, folks. Just wrote it up today in my spare time. Pray that I get back to this shortly, and if I'm really lucky, even expanding my repertoire! Later!!
Rhana the Frog (Because frogs are just plain awesome.)
