OKAY, SO NO EXCUSES. I DID INTEND TO RE-VAMP THE WHOLE STORY, BUT AFTER MANY FAILED ATTEMPTS AT EDITS I'VE DECIDED TO LEAVE IT AND TRY TO MAKE IT WORK. ALSO, I JUST FINISHED A SHORT LITTLE STORY WITH ALL THE MAIN ENTERPRISE CHARACTERS ENTITLED "ALL THE PRETTY COLORS" AND IT IS POSTED IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED. THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT AND UNDERSTANDING... :)
"oh simple thing, where have you gone...i'm getting old and i need something to rely on." somewhere only we know by keane
Some days McCoy loved his job and some days not so much. He had the youngest of the Uhura sisters, Anisa, on the biobed. Her vitals seemed stable. No apparent trauma caused by the spill in engineering, but she still hadn't regained consciousness and now he had to meet Jim in the transporter room.
Someone had hailed them with a distress signal and now a single humanoid was being beamed aboard. McCoy had no idea what to expect. It could be anything. More importantly he was troubled by the Anisa's message. What did she mean by looking like a friend? Shaking his head he stepped into the transporter room.
Distress signals always put Jim Kirk on edge. He had terrible headaches related to memories that were just a little too hazy and out of focus from the Kelvin attack. People, doctors mostly, had always told him he hadn't been old enough to remember what happened on the Kelvin.
He snorted. Yeah, try telling that to his body. When a distress signal was received his heart rate increased, his palms sweat, the collar of his shirt became unbearably tight. He could deal with yellow alerts, red alerts, hell, he could deal with brawls with several men much larger than him without fear, but the words distress signal always sent him in a tizzy.
Stifling the urge to fidget as he headed down the halls towards the transporter room with Spock trailing in his wake like an over attentive buoy he cleared his throat.
"Spock?"
"Captain?" The half-Vulcan quickly stepped beside Kirk to continue the conversation.
"Any idea where this ship came from or what we're dealing with here?" He didn't look at the tall man even though he could feel his obsidian eyes boring into his temple.
"Only what the scanners were able to detect. A small, private vessel with a singular occupant of humanoid origin sending a repeating distress beacon."
Kirk nodded and they continued silently into the transporter room. Hopefully they wouldn't be beaming this person aboard for a burial.
The three oldest Uhura sisters were gathered around Anisa's bed in various poses. Nyota sitting ramrod in the chair closest to Anisa, Hope standing behind her and Kivuli leaned against that wall feigning disinterest in the entire situation, but the cutting of her eyes to the small girl every few seconds belied her true concerns.
None of them had spoken since their arrival. The tension in the room, although, palpable felt more like worry for the youngest girl rather than anger at each other.
"Where is that doctor anyway? Isn't there supposed to be someone watching her?" Kivuli groused to no one in particular.
"Leonard is probably being used elsewhere. This is a big ship and Nurse Chapel is more than qualified to care for Anisa." Hope answered without looking away from the bed.
"Leonard is it? Well, that's just peachy. You've been here about three seconds and you've already scouted yourself a doctor. You can quit working and just be a nice little kept woman now."
"Kivuli! Hope knowing Leo's name doesn't mean anything and even if it did. It's better than you I bet. I mean, how many beds have you hopped into in your long illustrious career as a murderer." Nyota shot into the conversation.
"Oh, I don't know Ny. Enough to keep you and many other people on planet Earth safe so I think you had better lose the attitude and start thanking my pu…"
The rest of Kivuli's sentence was drowned out by Jim and Spock supporting a man as they entered medical bay with McCoy following behind barking orders. The women watched as the bloodied and battered man was lowered to a bed and the nurse ran over the help McCoy begin to treat him.
"That poor man. I wonder what happened to him." Hope near whispered as McCoy injected the man with several hypos in rapid succession.
"Mission."
"What?" Nyota asked Kivuli. She was still clearly angry about the interrupted argument.
"A mission went wrong." She strode over to stand close to the bed with Spock and Jim Kirk. "Is he going to make it?" She asked Kirk.
"We don't know. We don't even know what happened to him….or who he is."
She turned to face the men as McCoy finished his work. "His name is David Swain. He was in Prime. He was supposed to be assigned to follow Anisa and I as a first line of defense against a second attack." She turned back to the bed. "If he's this bad, we're all in trouble."
I AM FULLY AWARE OF ITS SUPER SHORTNESS. IT IS LITERALLY ALL I COULD GET TO COME OUT. I'M TRYING AND I ALREADY KNOW WHERE I WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER TO GO SO HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE LONGER...I'LL PROBABLY POST THAT CHAPTER THIS WEEKEND...