Hello Everyone! How was your Christmas? I hope it went as well as mine did! This was a very hard chapter to wright, and i felt terrible at the end. Hopefully this will be the second to last chapter- then I have come up with a new idea! Yay. Anyway- who's excited about Discovery? It starts at the end of January I think. My Wall of Fame this week has a new thanks to,
SparkelySpock1479! I love the name BTW.
Anyway, ONWARDS MY FELLOW TRECKERS!
Disclaimer; Not mine, sadly.
Warnings: Noting I guess. For once.
Tia sat in the glass cage, watching as her mother was trailed for murder. She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them into her. She didn't understand it. One minute everyone had been her friend, and the next they had locked her up, sedated her, and sentenced her mother to death. She whimpered again into herself.
Tia missed Scottie. He had been nice to her. What had she done to him? Screams made her look up from the floor. On the opposite side of the bright room, over where her mother was being held, the crew were rioting and yelling at the glass. Scottie, Chekov, Jess and Spock were trying to calm everybody down by the looks of it, but they weren't getting far. Sighing, Scottie walked away from the crowd and faceplamed.
Tia was immediately up and banging on the glass. "Scottie! Scottie! Please speak to me! I don't understand what I did! And I- I love you! Your a better mummy to me then her." Tia pointed to the mass mob across the holding room. Scottie looked up and smiled weakly at her, and Tia swore she saw him cry. He trudged over.
Tia put her hand against the glass and looked up at her beloved friend. "I-I'm sorry. I love you." She whispered. Suddenly a look of determination flickered across the engineers eyes, and he grinned. "Don't worry Tia. I have a plan. Do exactly what I say- ok? No matter how strange it sounds." Tia nodded and her wings fluttered in excitement. It would all go back to how it should be! "But, once I get you out, you are going to have to hide in my quarters, and be a good girl. If I get caught I could loose my job and be sentenced to death for treason against the newest star-fleet vessel in the galaxy. Do you think you can do that?" Tia set her hands on her hips and nodded proudly. She wasn't going to mess up. "Yes."
Spock was absolutely fuming. He had not felt this mad since the Captain had offended him and his mother nearly three years ago. How dare this creature, this monster, insult Jim, his crew and the Enterprise. Spock once again yelled at the rioting crew to calm down, but it didn't work. When they wanted to be, humans really were quite dangerous, despite their illogical expressions of emotions, and weaker strength.
"Spock! Spock!" A hiss from the other side of the crowd caught the half Volcan's attention. Pushing his way through the crowd, he slowly realized that the said caller was Scottie. "Ah- there you are. Ok. I kneed your help." He looked guiltily at the floor. "Of what assistance can I be, Mr Scott?" Spock stated flatly.
"Its Scottie, I've told you that before, and so has Jim. What I want to do will be against the prime directive, against Starfleet regulations, and it will probably be illegal, too. But it is a good plan. And its for the best. I kneed your help, because if I mess this up, I will kneed someone to cover me up." He fiddled with his hands and looked at the floor, obviously apprehensive with Spock's answer. "And what would this plan be, Mr Sco- Scottie." Spock frowned.
"Well. Firstly, we let out Tia. She stays in my quarters until further notice. Then we tell the mother, we killed her daughter. She will give an emotional reaction, she's bound to. When she does, we will let her waste all her energy in the cell, until she is fully drowned, then we sedate her and dump her on Indercite." He had a determined look on his face, but it was still clear he was worried. Much to his delight, Spock gave the hints of a vengeful grin. "Affirmative. Brilliant plan Scottie, but before we 'dump' her, we let her suffer Jim. Indercite doesn't have long before it blows, so we shall have to hurry. We must only tell the mother her daughter is dead an hour or two before Jim returns." Scotties eyes flickered to light and he gave a mocking salute. "Yes Sir."
Spock's communicator suddenly chimed, causing Scottie to jump in the air about two feet. "Spock here."
"Approaching Indercite Sir, ten minutes till destination" A muffled Sulu could be heard saying.
"Ok. I will come onto bridge for preparation. Get the communication lines ooen and ready for Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy. Spock out." He closed the communicator and nodded to the still smirking Scottie, before jogging off down the white corridoor towards the turbo-lift.
"Bridge." He stated, and the doors whooshed shut. As the various floors shot past him in a whir of electric blue and white, he contemplated Tue plan, analyzing it for flaws. He could see many problems with it, many ways it could kill everyone on board, Tia and the Captain. It was definitely treason, murder and attempted suicide, so God forbid they get caught, for if they did, whoever had helped with the execution of the plan would get killed. And Spock did not want to die strapped to a chair in a white padded room, with the few sick people who enjoyed watching people suffer, observe from the safety room above. Nor would he allow his friends to die like that.
The turbo doors whizzed open, revealing the rather empty bridge, which was obviously missing quite a few of its personnel. The blue stars streaked past the screened window, indicating the speed they had returned too. Spock stepped out and walked over to Jim´s chair. "Communications ready and open sir." Sulu mumbled from his chair.
"Spock to McCoy and Jim. Hello?"
"Spock!" An excited voice laughed down the communicator. "How is everyone? Are you coming to get us?"
"Calm down Captain. And yes, everyone is acceptable. We are seven point three minutes away from Indercite."
"Great! I think Bones is going mad without his Sickbay. I miss everyone too. Have you got the bitch who sabotaged my ship?" Sulu let out a slight chuckle from his chair, and even Chekov smiled.
"Yes Sir. The "bitch" as you call her is in a holding cell, currently being yelled and screamed at by angry crewmates. Mr Scott has an idea about how after you have spoken to her, we can accidently dispose and terminate of her." Spock smirked, and the rest of the bridge turned around in anticipation. "Brilliant. I have quite a lot to talk about with her. Right, well we are on a high point, but its night at the moment here so I will have to wake everyone up. Including Bonsey. So get prepared for a grumpy CMO. I will see you soon Spock, I cant wait to see everyone again. Bye!" The whole bridge all gave a chorused "HURRAH!" Just as the line ended, causing some friendly chuckles to echo down the communication.
"Indercite within range, dropping out of Wharp drive. God, I really kneed some shore leve." Sulu rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Me too. I need some wodca too. And maybe a Russian holiday. "Chekov sniffed, while gazing at the planet. "Haha. Yes." Sulu replied back, smiling at his good friend.
"Bones. Bonsey. Wake up!" Jim whispered, pressing his face close to the doctors. The said doctors eyes opened groggily, but widened in alam when he saw his friends grinning face. "Jim! Get the hell out of my personal space! We've talked about this! What do you want?" He grouched. Jim, who didnt move from Bonses face just smiled again. "We are gunna get beamed back up! Spocks parked directly above." Bones smiled at this. "You and your Spock. Oh thank God. I am sick of this foresaken planet." Jim laughed and came crashing down onto his best friends chest, before rapping his arms around the warm body beneath him. Bones, not that he would ever admit it, buried his nose into his friends hair, and stroked Jims back twice before chucking him off. "Right. Lets let the others know. Oh, I will be able to sleep in a bed soon." Leonard muttered while standing up and brushing off his blue sweater. "Yep. And I will be able to sit in my chair again." Jim grinned as he picked up his stuff and threw it into his bag.
Once Elexomider, the President and Starling had been woken, there was a last minute scrabble before everyone was standing on top of the mountain/ cliff thing. Starling was still drooling over Jim, but the said Kirk had switched into Captain mode, which meant no skirt chasing, no achahole, and whatever else he did which was frowned apon would be ruled out. However, Jim being Jim, he was still hopping up and down trying to contain his excitement. Bones looked over and snorted. "Jim. Calm down. No- seriously, calm your jets. This is ridiculous. Damnit- you are an adult. Act like one." Jim smiled weakly and hung his head in shame. "Sorry Bonesy. Im just-" The doctor cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. Save it for after the coffee. And please don't call me Bonsey. Its embarrassing." Jim just gave a snort and walked over to a rock that was partially large.
He stood on it and gazed into the bright blue sky, trying to locate his precious 'baby'. The Enterprise was slightly visable, and the bits you could see looked really large, and Starling and her companion gasped in awe.
"Shes beautiful!" Elexomider breathed. Jim placed his hands on his hips and practically glowed, and something in McCoy smiled too. "She sure is. And we are very proud of her." He replied in his thick southern accent.
Beep! Jim looked down at the communicater and flicked it open, not moving off his rock. "Ready to beam up Sir." Scotties voice could be heard saying. "Ok. Five to beam up. See you soon Scottie! We are coming home!"
"Energise!" The golden lights swirled around the five friends, causing the Citeons to gaze in bewilderment.
Slowly the golden countryside was replaced with the insides of the transporter room, and a vast number of the crew. As soon as they were fully there, the three Citeons watched as the crew- which included a very excited Chekov, Jessica, Sulu and even Scottie- bombarded Jim and Leonard, so much so, the two fell to the floor laughing. Spock watched from the safety of the door, smiling slightly at the relationships humans hold. He too walked over calmly, and placed his hands on his friends shoulders. The CMO and Captain turned round, and despite Spock's obvious wished, rapped him in a hug. The Vulcan just sniffed, and gave a small affectionate pat to both his friends. "Its good to be home Spock." Jim smiled, and the doctor pulled away and nodded in silent agreement. "As nice as it to see you Captain, we have more pressing matters then what you humans call 'hugging'." Spock stated. Jim let go and instantly straightened up.
"Yes. Of course. That bastard who recked my ship and killed my crew. Lets go somewhere private to speak about this plan of yours. Gather the rest of the Bridge, Mr Scott and Bones, you come too. Meet me in the meeting room in 10 minutes. We need to act fast before she relises she could get out if she wanted."
"Yes Sir." Spock agreed, and he ran off. Jim clalped his hands twice.
"Right everyone! As much as I love you all, we all have very important tasks to do, so shows over. Thankyou everyone!" A sigh echoed around the transporter room, but reluctantly everyone trudged off to their needed places. Bones followed Jim down the corridoors to the turbo lift. "Jim, do be careful. I know you want to kill her, I would too, but remember who you are. You are under the hawks watch by Starfleet, and if they see you murder someone, you will be kicked out and killed. And I shant be able to save you because I will be dying right next to you." Jim nodded and smiled at his friends concern. "Dont worry, I will be fine. We will get away with this. There is no ifs or buts, we will. And we will make her pay." Leonard could his captain changing now, whenever he got mad, really, really mad, he changed into another man. This man showed no murcy towards those who had hurt Jims friends, and went into an over-protective mode. When he was like this, the whole crew could practically see the fumes coming off Jim, and they would tiptoe around him, obviously scared. Even Uhura did what he said. And Leonard was slightly scared, and slightly smug about the fact this Jim was going to face the mother.
The doors swished open, but before the doctor could walk through, Kirk put a hand on his arm, and pulled him back. "Bonsey, I am sorry if I act strangely and hurt you in the next couple of hours. It is not my intention to, but you know how I get." Leonard nodded.
"Its ok Jim, I fully understand. Go and kick that things ass, it deserves it. You will still be my best friend whatever you do. Even if we get caught, get strapped down together, and are made to watch as the life is sucked out of each other, I will still be your friend. Now get your lazy ass out of this turbo lift, and show that thing it shouldn't mess with the U.S.S Enterprise, or her crew." Jim grinned maniacally, and strode out of the lift, hands on his hips.
The meeting room had a breeze to it witch unsettled Chekov. His curly hair would not stop blowing in his eyes, and Chekov was getting annoyed that he couldn't even look fierce in a situation like this. He was sick of being called adorable, everyone was always ruffling his hair, and smiling sweetly at him. If he got called 'cute' by one more person, (apart from Jess, he liked that,) then he would scream.
He eyed the ventilator suspiciously, and if looks could kill, it would have blown up.
"Hello everyone, before we start, I would like to thank you all for staying strong while I wasn't here, and how I have missed you all and I am glad to be home." The Captain smiled. Chekov beamed back, and squeezed Jess's hand under the table.
"But we are not here to talk. Now as you all know and agree with, this thing who murdered our friends and family has to pay. The plan we have come up with is illegal. It could get us all killed, robbed of our ship and money, we could be sentenced for murder, and hung. If anyone wish not to participate, I urge and plead you to leave this room as I do not want to dag anybody else into this." Chekov surveyed the room, but nobody moved. Jim sighed. "Sadly, that's what I expected. Ok. Here's what we are gunna do."
Chekov listened intently, noting down all points of inters, and picking the idea apart for mistakes. There were plenty, but he was willing to take the risk. That monster had almost killed Jessica, and if he had anything to do with it, it would be dead right now. The rest of the group were arguing, as they wanted to kill the monster themselves, in cold blood. The Captain, although also in favor of the idea, was not allowing it, and neither was Commander Spock. They had been back and forth for over thirty minutes now, but after a threatening of unemployment from Spock, everybody had settled to twiddling their thumbs and watching the floor.
Chekov stood up. "Keptin? I am sorry intrude, but I believe that if we are to execute this plan, we better do so quickly. Indercite doesn't have long, and neither do we. She will find a way out, and fast." Kirk nodded and looked to Spock for reasurement. "I too find this to be true." Spock stated.
"Right. Ok everyone. Lets go." And with a sigh, everyone trudged out of the room.
"Hey? Where's Tia? Where has she gone? Where is my daughter? Where is my little girl? What have you done with her?" She screeched. The Alderbred, stood up, and peered into the other holding cells, but could not see her beloved little girl. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LITTLE GIRL?" She hollered. Her body suddenly morphed once again from Kirk into a tall frightening Citeon with unusually black wings arching over her head. As if answering to her call, Captain Kirk strutted through the turbo-lift doors, with McCoy and Spock at his side. He looked angry, no, furious. He looked ready to kill.
In her mind, she prayed her daughter was ok, and that he had not taken it out on her little girl. Her wonderful little girl who she loved so much. "We killed her. Do not worry, there was no pain for her, it was over quikly. We have come for you now. I have come for you. You dare hurt my ship and crew." Kirk snarled, face inches away from the glass, the only thing keeping the Alderbred alive. She stood for a moment with a blank face, then yelled loudly and collapsed to the floor, mouth open in a silent scream. She had no control over her body, it was shape shifting and turning into new people and things every second, and it hurt so, so much. She screamed again, louder than before, and once she had started she could not stop. It was the most horrible sound the three friends had ever heard, and Kirk put his hands over his ears, moaning softly.
She hurt so, so much, but that was ok, because it took her mind of the fact her daughter was dead. Dead. Never to be seen again. She would never be able to smile again, or laugh that cute little bubbly laugh of hers, or, or, or… "Why? She didn't do anything to you? It wasn't her fault! It was me! WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?" The Aldebred cried, still not able to control her body. Kirk said nothing he just watched her with a scowl on his face, as if he had planned this. "ANSWER ME! WHY?" She spat.
"Because she was a risk to my crew. I was not going to have my family once again put in danger because of her." He retorted, face up close to hers, with the glass keeping them apart. The Alderbred let out another silent scream and collapsed, the sudden loss of energy from turning into so many things, wiping her mind.
"It worked, quick Bones, get in there and sedate her." Kirk scowled, turning his back to the unconscious mother. He put his hand up to his face and groaned. "That was horrible. I am never doing that again." Spock nodded his response, and jogged off to help the doctor carry the body-(Witch was now in the form of a Klingon young woman) down to the designated area the Captain had assigned.
After they had strapped her down into a metal chair, secured her hands, feet, knees and head to it, McCoy slapped the mother awake. As soon as her eyes began to open groggily, he backed off, but stayed within clear sight, making no attempt to hide the hypo he was holding. "Name." Jim walked foreword, and looked at the Alderbred. She said nothing. He slapped her. "Name!"
"Maltice." She grumbled, having given up on self-dignity.
"Well Maltice, do you have anything to say?" Jim spat in her face. Maltice looked up at him as best as she could with the metal bar winding round her head. "You will kill me, and I shall not care, but to kill my little girl, I hope that after I am gone, you will hold that sin on your shoulders for the rest of your lives. I hope you never forgive yourselves." Jim just smiled.
"I don't regret what I did, and I never will." He whispered in her ear. "But, alas, as much as I would love to sit here and talk, we all have places to be. You especially, Maltice."
"W-what will you do to me?" Maltice pleaded.
"We are going to drop you off on Indercite, which has roughly a week until it blows, and leave." And with that he stood back- while watching Maltice struggle in her chair, crying softly to herself- and whispered; "Energize".
Only then did Maltice realize that she was in the transporter room, and she let out a soft cry as the swirling lights whizzed around the chair.
