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Chapter Seven

Chekov had gotten up early with Sulu so that they could find Seiko and grab breakfast. Though his boyfriend was talking with the Captain, the younger man decided to get the 'prisoner' on his own. He felt bad that she had to stay in the brig just for an accident, and figured that there must have been a genetic mutation somewhere in her bloodline. In truth, Chekov was very curious about the girl that was a mix of himself and Sulu. Especially since the Commander, of all people, was her personal teacher.

Pressing the button for the brig in the lift, Chekov bounced on the balls of his feet, anxious to get Seiko and meet with Sulu again. Though the two hadn't been together very long, just the thought of being close to the Japanese man again thrilled him. He'd never admitted that being his navigator was the perfect job, regardless of the extra work he pulled sometimes.

The doors to the lift opened and he was met with darkness and silence. "Zis eez creepy," he whispered to himself as he started to walk down the corridor, a hand on his phaser. Sulu had told him that Seiko was in one of the cells furthest from the lift in case she got scared and accidentally killed someone. With a long corridor, she had enough time to realize someone was there. This didn't make Chekov feel any better, as the hall got darker the further he went. "Zeiko?"

There was no answer, but she could easily be still asleep. It was dark enough. "Eez cold down here," he mumbled and rubbed his arms as he noticed one cell that had lasers up. That had to be hers. "Zeiko! Breakfast time!" he called out, a small smile on his face as he made it to her room.

Peering through the lasers, Chekov felt stomach acid make its way into his mouth. He had to force it down when his back met the opposite wall of the hall. His eyes were fixated on the scene before him. There were two puddles of blood on either end of Seiko's body, which was turning dull grey in the cold. Her hands were hanging over the edge of the cot in a manner that suggested she'd been held. Her mouth was ajar and her eyes peered at him, though unseeing.

"F-fuck!" Chekov gasped as he got up and ran. He couldn't help the burning in his chest or the fear that was pushing him towards Sulu, wherever he was. The lift ride felt too long to the young man, but once it opened, he erupted from it straight into the arms of the man he needed to see.

"Pavel… What the hell is wrong?"

"Eets Zeiko!" he yelled out and pulled Sulu with him into the lift. He didn't realize that the captain was still with him and he followed.

"Settle down, Chekov. What's wrong with Yamada?" he asked, staring at his navigator. He was pale and shaking.

"Eets… Eets…," he tried, but when the lift stopped, so did he. He pulled Sulu with him down the corridor until they reached the lasers. Chekov stayed back a few paces, watching the older men go to the cell.

"Mother fucker!"

The lasers disappeared and the captain disappeared into the cell. Sulu grabbed Chekov's hand and stared. "Ees she-"

"She's still breathing, but not reacting," the captain said and the two heard the flip of his communicator opening. "Bones, I need you in the brig. Get Spock down here, too."

"What happened?"

"Just get down here!"

The three men stayed in silence as they waited. Sulu was holding onto Chekov and Jim was rubbing Seiko's head. They knew she was alive, but even the lights coming on in the brig didn't make her stir.

Two pairs of feet rushed to the group, belonging to McCoy and Spock. Though the doctor's angry face turned into one of horror at the sight, Spock's remained indifferent and cold. "What the fuck happened?" McCoy asked, falling to Seiko's side with his tricorder.

"Chekov found her like this and got us. Bones, was she…?"

"…Yeah… And from the amount of blood, she's never broken the law before."

"What do you mean?" Sulu asked out of curiosity.

"I believe the doctor means that Miss Yamada had never engaged in sexual activity before this incident," Spock whispered. No one noticed that he was more withdrawn than usual.

"You mean she was…"

"Pretty much. Jim, whoever did this is a member of this ship and I wouldn't put it past them to be security officers. I need to get her to medical bay."

At that moment, Spock rushed into the room and took a clean sheet from McCoy. The doctor and captain watched him wrap it around Seiko and pick her up before turning around and walking back towards the lift. Sulu and Chekov were quick to follow with Bones and Jim behind them.

"Spock, place her on the bed, please," McCoy said as he grabbed a few hypos and rolled a small table over. He noticed that Spock was still holding the sheets in place. "Hey, hobgoblin, I need to look at her body, you know."

"It is not you that I am wary of, Doctor," the Vulcan said easily and looked at the small group comprised of Sulu, Chekov and Jim.

"Well, don't let us get in your way. We have to get breakfast so that we can fly the ship," Sulu said, not minding that his commanding officers knew about him and Chekov.

"I do not sink I veel be able to eet, Heekaru," Chekov whispered as the two of them made their way out of medical bay. All that was left was Jim.

"I'm not leaving," he said, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Jim, I can't do a proper exam if you and Spock are gunna be sitting there. I'm sure the poor girl has been through enough humiliation," Bones said, taking him aside. "I want you both out. Now."

Spock stepped to the men and shook his head. "I am her teacher, she is my charge. It is my duty to ensure my protégée's health. If you were to deny my responsibility to Miss Yamada, I'm afraid you are very much mistaken."

Jim and Bones stared at Spock, his words being unusual in his case. Jim had a strange feeling boiling up in his gut, but didn't say a word about it. He figured he'd talk to Bones later. "Fine. Let Spock stay, but curtain her off enough that he only can see her head. I also don't want anyone else to know about this until we know exactly what went on. I'm going to take control."

"Thank you, Captain," Spock said as he stepped back to Seiko's bed and held the sheets once more.

"Don't let him mind-meld with her. Not until she is fit to do so. If he does it now, he might hurt or scare her," Jim said before he clapped Bones on the shoulder and walked out of medical. He had a ship to run.

As Bones drew the curtains, he made sure that only his patient's head was visible to the Vulcan standing close by. Taking a long look at him, Bones saw worry in Spock's eyes. He wouldn't say anything about it, however, wanting to wait for the perfect time to use it in one of their many squabbles. Picking up a hypo from the tray, he injected it into Seiko's neck, only to be stopped.

"Doctor, what was that for?" Spock asked, staring at Seiko's half-closed eyes.

"Contraceptive. Don't want her to wake up pregnant, do we? She's a kid herself for god's sake," Bones grumbled and injected her with another. Before Spock could say anything, he rattled them off. "Pain. Blood replenishing. Sedative. This girl was probably up all night. I know if I went through that, I would. Or have nightmares."

Spock began to reach for Seiko's face and Bones had to smack his hand away. "Back off, Vulcan. No mind shit with her until she is fit for duty. Jim's orders."

The look on Spock's face reminded Bones of a deer in the headlights. His brown eyes looked so innocent that he nearly gagged. "Don't give me that look, Spock. If you touch her, I will throw you out."

The two men sat in silence as Bones looked Seiko over. Spock was staring at her face, which was now in a state of sleep. He had watched her eyes slip shut, regardless of the outline of bruises around them. Bones was cleaning her of blood, checking on the commander every now and then. Both were curious about how Seiko would awaken, when it would happen, and how she'd react.

"I failed her. She wasn't supposed to be harmed, but under my direction, she was. I don't know how to feel right now," Spock said, and it seemed to Bones that he was struggling for words, though he had never known his favorite Vulcan to be at a loss for them. Everything was logical or illogical. That's how the man worked. But now, he was looking for a stream of consciousness that seemed to branch off.

"It wasn't your fault, Spock. Like I said, it was probably the guards down in the brig. Once we know who they are, we can get rid of them," Bones said, trying to remain calm. The last thing he wanted was an erratic Vulcan in his medical bay as he was tending to a victim of rape.

It was at that moment that Spock stopped ruminating on what had happened and looked at Bones. "Security officers?"

"Well, yeah. They were the ones in the brig last night after you left." Bones didn't have to say anything more as Spock disappeared with long strides out of the Medical Bay. "Green blooded bastard…"

Spock walked into the mess hall after brushing himself over so that it didn't seem that anything was wrong. He knew who he was looking for and hoped that they hadn't left for work yet. Even if they had, he'd still find them. He'd find the ones that broke the minor in the medical bay. His student.

Walking towards a large group of men and women in red, he held his hands behind his back in fists. They were there. Laughing. As Spock got closer, the security officers began to look up at him and sat at attention. Nodding to them, Spock turned to face the two he was looking for.

"Officer Malory, Officer Ferrel. I wonder if I may have a word with you," he asked gently, hoping that he didn't sound too eager to question them about Seiko's accident. He didn't need to wait long as both men glanced at each other and stood. Both were twice as big as Spock, but he knew he had the ability to do as necessary. Turning, he walked out of the mess hall, knowing they were following.

"What's this about, Commander?" Malory asked, his large hand running through his short, light brown hair. Ferrel was standing at attention, his black eyes sizing up the Vulcan.

"May I ask where the two of you were between the times of 100 and 700 hours this morning?" Spock asked, figuring that they had gone after Seiko after everyone from first shift was asleep.

"I was talking to my wife, sir," Ferrel said. "There is a variable different in time zones."

Spock nodded slightly and glanced at Malory. "And you?"

Malory's face started to turn red as he gritted his teeth. Spock wondered if he was angry about being questioned or that he was speaking with the one in charge of the girl that killed his sister. "Talking to my father, sir."

"I believe that both of you are lying to me," Spock said simply and watched Ferrel begin to fidget under his gaze. "I believe that both of you were in the brig."

"And why would you think that, sir?" Malory asked, staring Spock in the eye.

"Because you are the only one I know to have something against Cadet Yamada."

"We weren't the ones that raped her, if that's what you mean," Ferrel growled, not realizing his mistake until Spock's eyes narrowed in his direction. "Oh… shit-"

Spock took his phaser out of his belt at the same time that Malory did. He pointed it straight at his chest and stared. Ferrel was backing away from the two. "On behalf of Star Fleet and Yamada Seiko, you are both under arrest for use of sexual force on a minor."

Ferrel turned to run, but was met by a phaser to the face. Spock glanced at his help and saw Sulu glaring at the men before them. Spock really wanted to grin like a maniac, but held that at bay. Both Security officers put their hands up and waited. It wasn't long before others came to apprehend them.