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CHAPTER-21
"Bones! Just let Spock do the mind-meld; find out what's going on in there? What options do we have left?!" The blonde man, I now know as Captain Kirk asks, I can hear the two speaking from behind the door, waiting for them to come back in the room.
"Fine! Let the Hobgoblin do his damn voodoo! But you have to go find him!" the dark haired man, named Leonard yells angrily, and I can't help but laugh lightly at the fact that he called the Vulcan mind meld voodoo.
Captain Kirk walks through the door first, Leonard right behind him. The captain is the first to speak, "Bonnie, would you be okay if Spock performs-"
"A mind-meld on me?" I finish for him smirking, my fear for these people has faded over the last few hours I have been on their ship, their constant bickering has made them more amusing than frightening.
"Um… yes," he replies, "It is our only chance to recover your lost memories."
"Fine," I shift in my seat to stand up straighter, "if ya let me see my husband first."
Leonard rolls his eyes making my eyebrows rise, "Fine. Let's go visit your 'husband' in the brig."
"Bones, please don't start this again," Captain Kirk begs pinching the bridge of his nose.
Leonard holds up his hands in surrender, "Fine, I won't say anything."
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"It's good to see ya," I smile at my husband as I come up to the clear barrier of his cell.
"As it is to see you," he replies in his strained standard.
"They want to perform a mind-meld on me, to see why I lost some of my memory and help me get them back," I inform him.
He nods, silent for a minute before speaking, "Do not let them do it."
"Why not?"
"Because, they cannot be trusted. Who's to say that they will not tamper with your memories? Turn you against me?" He suggests.
"These people are not bad, of course I don't trust them entirely, but I don't believe they would mess with my memories," I tell him, "All they want is to help me regain my lost ones."
"Bonnie, as your husband, I beg of you, do not let the Vulcan perform the mind-meld," Davininadi implores.
"And why not? What do we have to hide even if they do fish through my memories?" I ask him.
"Fine. Let the Vulcan do the mind-meld, but before you go… can I just ask one thing?"
"What is it?" I ask my tone softer to match his.
"Can I just partake in one last kiss?" he asks, causing me to turn to Captain Kirk for approval.
The Captain looks over towards Leonard and then back to me, looking as if he wants to say no, with a disappointed sigh Captain Kirk nods. He waves some security over to unlock the cell allowing me entrance. I slowly walk in, letting my husband come to me.
He quickly walks over to me, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other cupping my cheek. He whispers something to me in his native tongue; he then presses his thumb to the area between my eyebrows as he presses his lips onto mine.
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"Doctor, are you positive you wish to proceed with the mind-meld?" The Vulcan, Spock, asks.
"Yes," I reply with a small smile.
"You may prefer to lie down while I administer the meld, and it may be beneficial if Doctor McCoy is able to record your vitals throughout the process," Spock suggests.
I nod in agreement and I lie down on the biobed.
"If I find the cause of your memory loss, do you wish for me to eradicate it?" he asks me.
Again I nod.
"In the process of dislodging the disturbance you may experience some of your more substantial memories once more," Spock informs me, "This may cause you distress, are you positive you wish to proceed?"
"Just do your damn voodoo!" I order him, just wanting to get this over with. My comment makes Leonard chuckle, and I close my eyes, preparing for the meld.
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I enter a small apartment, the scene unfamiliar… I look around to see only Spock standing with me. "Where are we?" I ask.
"I am not certain, but it is safe to assume that we are in one of your memories," he responds.
I nod and I venture further. Suddenly the sound of yelling reaches my ears.
"YOU STUPID BITCH!" A man yells, his voice familiar, I then hear the sound of a palm connecting with a cheek.
"I'm sorry," a woman cries, her voice also familiar, it sends a chill through my bones. I keep walking towards the sound, Spock right behind me.
"YOU FUCKING DID THIS AGAIN!" He bellows.
"I-It's not my fault! I c-can't k-keep it from happening!" the woman sobs, her voice small and weak.
"LIAR!" He yells, and this time I hear a fist connecting with flesh, making the woman give out a small whimper.
"I-I will it wouldn't happen! I do! I want one just as much as you!" she whimpers as I finally turn a corner, my eyes meeting the scene in front of me.
It's me… and some man… I know him, something with an A…
I take in the rest of the scene. The other me is sitting on the floor of the bathroom in a small puddle of blood, tears streaming down her severely bruised face.
He stands towering above her crumpled form.
"I remember this," I whisper to myself. I gasp as suddenly a million memories come swirling into my mind, all of this man. Our wedding, his hatred, my fear. Our anniversaries, his rage, my loathing.
I feel a presence next to me, I turn to find Spock staring stoically at the scene, I forgot he was even here.
He doesn't comment on the scene in front of him, but I can tell by the glimmer of emotion in his eyes that he is saddened by it.
"I remember this," I whisper to him, making him turn to me.
Though he doesn't ask for a further explanation I give him one, knowing that he probably isn't entirely clear on what is transpiring in front of him.
"This was my fourth miscarriage," I breathe, he looks slightly startled, but I assume he already could guess the miscarriage part. I think he was more startled by the number.
"Four?" he asks sadly, though you wouldn't be able to tell from his emotionless voice.
"He was always drunk and when he came home drunk he always made me… well anyway, sometimes when he lost control he would get violent, and sometimes he would get too violent and the other times the constant fear and stress made it hard for me to carry a child the full term," I explain. I know I should feel awkward sharing all of that with this stranger, but it feels nice to get it off my chest, and I know he would not share the information.
"Do you remember him?" he asks.
"Somewhat," I admit, "I remember him, but I cannot remember his name."
"Commander Alexander Gregory Finch," Spock recites the name robotically; I can hear a small ounce of acid at the name.
"Alex," I whisper, suddenly my face drains of color, "Is he still around me?" I ask, my voice shaking. I know it shouldn't matter since I am now with Davininadi, but nothing has ever stopped Alex from getting what he wants.
Spock shakes his head, "He is currently incarcerated."
Suddenly the scene disappears as if it were a wisp of smoke as I breathe a sigh of relief and a new scene is set before us.
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I look around; by the looks of it we are in the med bay of a Starship. I see myself holding the hand of Alex as a doctor stitches up a gash on his forehead.
It takes me a minute but I suddenly recognize the doctor as Leonard McCoy.
"Doctor, I'm the Exeter's CMO and it just doesn't feel right to be sittin' on my ass, so is there anything I can do to help out round here?" The other me asks him.
"Sure, but it would probably be best if you waited until your husband's done being treated, it may help to have moral support when I pop his shoulder back in," he replies.
"Sure, I'm Bonnie, Bonnie Finch by the way and this here is my husband Alex," she responds, with a tone of distaste at Alex's name. I must've figured that he couldn't hurt me due to his injury.
"McCoy, Leonard McCoy," he replies with a smirk as he finishes stitching up Alex's head. After he finishes he speaks again, "Okay Alex, you may want to let go of your wife's hand, when I pop your shoulder back in you will be in a lot of pain and you might not want to unintentionally hurt your wife," he says in a calm tone, Alex looks at the other me and she nods.
"She'll be fine," Alex replies coldly.
"I think I will be just fine Doctor McCoy." She assures Leonard and Alex squeezes her hand a little tighter, which causes her to cringe.
"Okay," Leonard responds, looking slightly confused by the situation, but he otherwise ignores it. "One…" Leonard begins placing his right hand in between Alex's neck and shoulder, while grabbing Alex's forearm with his left. Two… Three," he finishes jerking Alex's arm up and popping his shoulder into place.
Alex yells loudly in response, Leonard looks at the other me who is currently cringing at what I can only assume is the pain Alex is currently putting on her hand. When the moment has passed Alex groans in pain as Leonard calls over a nurse to finish with his arm.
Leonard turns to the other me, "Mind if I check out your hand?" he asks, in response she quickly glances over at her husband then nods.
She unlatches her hand from his, Leonard signals her to follow him to one of the only empty biobeds.
"Is your husband always like that?" He asks once they are settled and he is examining her hand.
"Nah, he was just nervous," she replies, but her reply obviously does not convince him. "So, Doctor McCoy, what is it like to work under the famous Captain Kirk?" she asks changing the subject.
"Well, I can tell you for sure, it is never uneventful," he jokes.
"I bet, and apparently he isn't just well known for takin' down Khan and Nero, I remember when I was in the academy my roommate spent the night with him and wouldn't stop talking him for a month." She replies with a laugh.
"Well, it's not broken. It looks like the bones just bruised, should heal up in about a week. Do you want it wrapped?" he asks.
"Nah, I would rather just try and help out around here," she tells him, he nods in response and they both stand up and get to work.
Spock and I have both been silent throughout this memory, he finally speaks, "Do you recall this particular memory?"
"No," I sigh regretfully and the scene disappears in a wisp of smoke.
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A new scene settles in place, this one in the cramped space of a turbo lift. I see myself storming into the turbo lift as Leonard races in after me, and the turbo lift takes off.
"Leonard, I like you I really do, but I don't think we should spend any more time together," the other me tells him, her sorrow evident as soon as she utters the words. He reaches behind her and presses a button stopping the turbo lift.
"Bonnie, please. We can help you, we can keep him away from you, from anyone you love," he implores. "We will be at New Vulcan in a few days, you can join our crew, and you can be worlds away from him."
"You can't help me, no one can," she breathes, closing her eyes in sorrow. "And if I try and leave him it will only make it worse, not just for me, but for you."
"For me?" he asks clearly confused.
"Alex can get insanely jealous, and he accused me of sleeping with you after he found us drinking together at the bar a few weeks ago," the other me explains stunning not only Leonard but me as well.
"Alex thought I was sleeping with Leonard?" I ask Spock and he only nods silently. I can't help but wonder what Davininadi would think about all of this.
"I of course set him straight, but he still thinks that I will cheat on him," the other me explains to Leonard.
"Well, even if you did cheat on him, I don't think anyone would blame you, though it wouldn't be a very smart decision," he states, his voice gruff, looking slightly uncomfortable. I can't help but smile at how uncomfortable this Leonard looks.
"No it wouldn't, especially since when he accuses me of cheating on him I 'fall down the stairs'," she replies, and even I can't believe she just let those words tumble out of her mouth.
"Bonnie I swear, I will make sure that bastard never touches you again," he promises, anger rising in his voice.
"Leonard, don't. I've come to terms with it, so should you," she tells him making his expression turn from angry to horrified.
"Come to terms with it?! You expect me to be okay with your damn husband hitting you?!" he yells angrily.
"Yes! You need to be! Unless you want to make my life harder!" She yells back angrily.
"Your life doesn't need to be this way!"
"Yes it does! Even if I divorced him, everyone I love will be put at risk! He will hurt them, he will hurt you, he will hurt anyone that stands in his way! Even if he was put in jail, with his title he would get out in not time! There is nothing anyone can do!" She yells back at him angrily.
"Well, I sure as hell am not going to let him continue to hurt you!" he shouts.
"Why can't you just leave it the fuck alone?!"
"Because, I care about you Bonnie! And I don't like seeing the people I care about get hurt!" he yells, his eyes filled with concern.
The look that suddenly grows very familiar to me… a look I have come accustomed to… before I get a chance to really think about it the scene disappears in the familiar wisp of smoke.
OKAY, SO NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A CONTINUATION OF BONNIE'S MEMORIES! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND I ALREADY HAVE THE NEXT ONE DONE SO POSSIBLY IF I GET ENOUGH REVIEWS I COULD BE PERSUADED TO POST IT THIS WEEK INSTEAD OF NEXT WEEK… JUST SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT! WELL I'LL SEE YOU GUYS NEXT WEEK… OR WITH ENOUGH REVIEWS… LATER THIS WEEK!
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