Alone on a ship with 400

by Defender of the Dogma

This is based off the episode in Star Trek (The Paradise Syndrome) where Kirk is stuck with no memory on the planet that worships him as a God. Basically, Jim is stuck, and Spock didn't save him or blow up the asteroid that was threatening everybody. Bones said that for 4 months Spock didn't eat or sleep for guilt, and my inner writer exploded. Heavy angst; no slash.

2. Beginning

Chapter 2

Spock walked out to the bridge, keeping a tight reign over his emotions. "Mr Chekov, any new complications?"

"No sir. All normal."

"Very good." Spock sat down in the captain's chair; that might become so much more of a permanent fixture now.

"Captain's log, first officer Spock reporting. Star date 2822.91. The captain remains on planet. We have attempted to destroy the approaching asteroid with no success. We have lost the warp engines, and are at a constant four hours ahead of the asteroid. We are attempting to retrieve the captain, though we do not know if he lives. It seems highly improbable. I am in temporary command of the Enterprise." Spock handed back the little device to yeoman Anderson, and turned to face the viewport.

Space. Always before fascinating, now a reminder of what and who he had failed. No. No, he would not think like that. He was a Vulcan, he could control his emotions. He was stronger than that. He desperately pushed the emotions away; he must focus! He was of no help to Jim in emotional despair. Spock forced his attention to the symbols he'd called to the screen.

He was a Vulcan, and as such could focus on many different things at once. The majority of his energy he devoted to the study of the symbols. On another level he gave orders when needed, and signed the things that were handed to him. Spock could almost 'feel' the change in atmosphere. When Jim led, there was a certain... lightheartedness he believed terrans called it, to everything. Now it was tense.

Spock focused on the symbols through his shift, until lunch break came around. Rejecting the idea of food, Spock walked to his room, and stared at the symbols once more. Not Romulan. Not Vulcan. Not Terran. Not Heeran. Not Pynesian. Not Vilsnian. Spock suddenly had an idea. He ran the symbols through the computer. And… nothing. Unknown. He walked back into the hallways, still studying the symbols in his mind. He had, after all, memorized them perfectly. Spock began formulating ideas of how to decipher the markings. Perhaps he could show them to some professionals.

He decided to give a copy to Lieutenant Uhura. She knew many languages, and might be able to translate them. Also, she could pass around copies to others onboard the ship who would like to attempt to decipher the symbols. They would save Jim. No matter what.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

It was what counted as night on the Enterprise, but Spock wasn't asleep. Not when there were more important things to be done. Vulcans didn't need as much sleep as humans, after all, and these symbols needed to be studied. Spock was using the viewscreen to study the symbols; it was better, after all, it was preferable to see their actual forms. Spock emerged himself in the symbols, the pain in his heart never truly fading.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Spock's inner clock chimed, and he stood. It was time to return the the bridge. He hadn't made any progress. Well, he had discovered a wide variety of things the symbols were not. Wonderful.

Spock made his way through the Enterprise's corridors. Jim was always early to the bridge. Spock would be precisely on time, just as always.

Authors note!

Alright: so major writing block! I am having a really hard time thinking of how I'm going to fill 4 months of this. HELP! Reviews! Reviews will make me more motivated to move on, and if you have suggestions that is even awesomer! Which is a word I just made up! Help!