AN: So, I'm back. A little break from all the work and crap and I found some time to upload. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about the new settings, but we'll have to see how this goes, won't we? So, as always, please, R&R!
And say it for me, say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
Hurry, I'm falling
Spock stayed by Nyota until three in the morning. She didn't awaken, but it made him feel better. He walked cautiously back to his quarters, hoping nothing happened for at least the rest of the night.
By morning, he was exhausted, staying with Nyota, worrying over his new "gifts", as Enma liked to call them. He got up, showered, shaved, dressed, and ventured out. He could only hope that there was no away mission. He entered the mess hall.
As if fate was making a mockery of him, the first thing he noticed was Enma sitting next to McCoy. Spock felt his eye twitch. She looked up to him, waved and smiled. He glanced at McCoy's numbers. They were the same. What was she doing? He grabbed his food, walked over, and sat across from McCoy.
McCoy looked up from his data PADD. What in the hell was Spock doing sitting next to him? "Uhm, hi Spock. Can I help you?"
Spock glanced to the seat next to McCoy, "No, thank you, Doctor." He continued to eat.
Frowning, hard, McCoy looked to his left, there was nothing there, obviously, "So, what are you doing sitting next to me?"
Spock looked up, seeing Enma smiling at the conversation, his eye twitched again. "I am merely enjoying a meal with a fellow comrade. Am I not allowed to sit here?"
Shocked, McCoy's eyes widened slightly, "N-no, by all means, sit stay. We can talk… or whatever."
Nodding, Spock took another bite of fruit.
"I'm a little hurt you haven't even acknowledged me, Spock." Enma decided to say, probably knowing that if he answered, especially in front of McCoy, he'd look insane.
Clearing his throat, Spock nodded to the PADD, "What are you reading?"
"Just some medical articles. I'm hoping that I'll be able to isolate one of the virus's in the Winalden Disease that's plaguing the Croatoans." McCoy said, taking a bite of bacon. "Do you have any input?"
Enma smiled at what McCoy said as she leaned over to whisper in Spock's ear, "I need to talk to you."
"No," he replied, "not at the moment." Though it was a little forced and sounded annoyed.
McCoy frowned at the tone, "Excuse me, you asked what I was doing!"
"I apologize, Doctor, that came out a bit… harsher… than was intended. Please, forgive me." Spock said, feeling guilty. Enma was beginning to grate on his nerves and she most definitely wasn't helping him.
McCoy's face softened. He nodded, looking back at the article. Silence reigned between them, though it was comfortable. Both continued eating uninterrupted until Enma said, "Someone is going to die today."
His spoon fell from his hand, "What?"
McCoy raised his head, "I didn't say anything, Spock."
Looking from Enma to McCoy, Spock nodded, "I apologize again, Doctor. Excuse me."
Spock stood, grabbing Enma's hand, and stormed out of the mess hall, leaving behind a very concerned and confused Leonard.
Pulling her into the nearest empty room, a closet to be exact, Spock reared on her. "Is there a reason you could not have mentioned that when no one else was around?"
"Temper, temper." Emna scolded. "I'm only attempting to warn you of something that you won't be able to help."
"What do you mean?" Spock said, confused.
"I mean something is going to happen today, and you won't be able to stop it." Enma said, looking around the room. "Someone is going to die. You can't do anything foolish, because if you do it will end badly. You just have to accept it."
"Why are you telling me this, if it is not to help?" Spock asked, eyeing her up and down. She was wearing a simple black dress with thick straps and a black onyx bracelet.
"Oh it is to help, but only for you." She said, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing with a soft glow of the eyes.
And all I need is you
Come please I'm calling
And, oh, I scream for you
Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling
Spock had left the closet, receiving a few confused glanced when he emerged, and reached the bridge without issue. He had already been working for almost four hours when he felt it. A tingling on the back of his neck. Something, in his mind, was urging him to stand.
He didn't even contemplate, he simply stood. He glanced around bridge, no one had really noticed he stood, and saw that all of their numbers were normal. He looked to Jim, his were normal too. The tingling was a little tighter to the left, so he walked toward the left, still glancing around him.
"Spock," he heard a voice behind him, and turned to see Jim looking at him from his chair. "Where are you going?"
The tingling was getting stronger, making his head ache and his brow twitch. He opened his mouth to answer when he felt a pinch on his arm. Glancing beside him, he saw Enma standing there with a frown on her face.
"It's going to happen soon. You know it. I know you do, and I know you can feel where it is coming from." She said, pushing her bangs from her face. "Don't try to stop it. You'll only make it worse."
"Spock," Jim said again. Standing to go to his friend, he glanced to where Spock had turned his head. There was nothing there, and while this confused him, he was more worried as to where Spock was going.
Spock had been acting strange, especially since Compass IX. He had been seen talking to himself, staring off into space, and then there was the episode with the away mission. All in all, Spock was not acting himself.
Like right now, Spock simply looked at Jim, frowning for a moment then turned and left the bridge. This shocked all of the present crew. He had ignored a direct question from the Captain. This… was not normal.
"Sulu, you have the conn." Jim snapped as he chased after Spock.
He caught up with Spock standing at a cross hallway, looking left and right, as if trying to decide which way to turn. Spock tilted his head from left to right, appearing to judge something.
"Do you wanna explain exactly what the fuck that was all about, Mr. Spock?" Jim yelled as soon as he got near enough.
"Captain, as frightful as you may seem to the Ensigns, you do not scare me. I suggest you watch what you say, for I am in no mood to listen to you throw a temper tantrum at the moment." Spock said, attempting to judge the tingling. It was leaning more right, it seemed, so he turned right.
"Excuse me, but I believe I am trying to speak to my first officer, not some arrogant Vulcan," Jim shouted, grabbing Spock's arm roughly, and forcing the other to face him.
Glaring down at the shorter man, Spock growled out, "And I believe I am attempting to figure out which of our crew members is about to die. So if you will excuse me, Captain."
Dislodging himself from the blonde, Spock stormed away.
Jim stared at him in shock for a fraction of a second. Shaking his head, he hurried after Spock. He found him in Engineering. Spock was glancing around, staring at all of the crew members, as if attempting to see through to their very bones.
"What in the blue hell are you talking about, Spock?" Jim said. "No one is about to die."
Spock didn't even spare him a glance, as he walked through the isles, just looking at the crew members. None of their numbers were lowering. He needed to find this person fast if he was going to have a chance at saving them.
That's when he heard it, a crash. Looking behind him, he saw two ensigns attempting to hold a coil from falling. Their numbers weren't plummeting, so who was going to get hurt?
"Spock, we need to get out of here." Jim said, causing Spock to glance at him.
What Spock saw made his heart drop to his feet. Jim's numbers were to mere seconds.
With only a moment to react, time seemed to slow down for Spock. The coil snapped, getting ripped from the ensign's arms. Spock grabbed the front of Jim's uniform, pulling him back and into safety. Knocking back into a wall, they both watched as two red shirted ensigns were thrown back by the force of the flying coil. Their numbers were gone before they hit the ground.