John could hear the sound of trucks stopping around the building. It was a three story shelter with three upper floors and two lower floors. He can hear the grunt of the engines. Sometimes having super enhanced senses were a pain in the ass. He can smell dog poop. He can smell what is inside of it. It is why it made him faint when it was especially strong. He could hear everything clearly. Shouting hurt his ears. He could hear whispers. John knew Vulcans had sensitive hearing. So he sympathized with the Vulcans. He has gone used to the side effects of the C-24 but the smell of sweaty, well nourished soldiers has never become forgotten. He had a bad feeling about this. He looked toward the bartender, a woman, who was cleaning the glass. He was a good person but getting caught and being found out by aliens of his personal secret was not his strong suit. John felt half awake, half asleep. He fell right out of the bed with a groan. He could not a sound of a child nor a man nor a woman who was terrified. He saw there were several workers in their beds fast asleep.

His vision was blurr at first. So he was only able to make out the shapes of their bodies. He did not have superman powers. He didn't have X-Ray vision. He was not able to fly. He could survive a fall from a ten story building, leap very high when it came to chasing a perp (which came in handy during his days as John Kennex) or chasing after someone who refused to get his annual vaccine. Someone like James T. Kirk. Dorian would be sure to make sure Jim was hypoed with the right medicine if John somehow was permanently killed. John was not quite sure if he could be permanently killed. He lived for the day that that the universe ended. But Samantha had a theory that if the universe ended, then restarted itself, they would possibly still be alive. Theoretically, they would be all that was left. John made the vote to throw themselves into a warp core and end it instead of being there to see their entire lives play out in front of them which that way ended a reality altering paradox. And made sense why they wouldn't have seen themselves. It was Sam's theory that the warp core could end them for good.

The sound of boots echoed down the building. John slid himself under the bed. He had no where to go. He didn't have his communicator on him. So if the Enterprise was in orbit how would they be able to beam him up? There was no way out of this. It was, strikingly, now that John thought of it, a Kobyashi Maru scenario. The medical part of Star Fleet did not have a version of the Kobyashi Maru. There were medical professionals lobbying for the creation of the medical Kobyashi Maru. They were arguing that the new medical officers need to be prepared for an operation that wouldn't be successful. No cheats. No short cuts. To accept that not everyone who appears on their table will be able to be saved. There were some professionals who took short cuts. There were medical cadets who were good and then there were bad apples. Because short cuts and improvisations could spell the end of the patient in long term. These non-allowed medical procedures worked but for short term and sometimes, there wasn't ways to make the short term become long term due to the domino effect. Some of these procedures were known to have unpredictable side effects. John, personally, was supporting the idea of there being a Kobyashi Maru program for the medical community. John heard the men approaching. Perhaps if he hid and kept himself quiet long enough they would leave.

Don't forget he is half awake, half asleep.

John's eyes closed while curled up into a ball.

When John opened his eyes, he felt as though he was being dragged. His feet dragging behind him. He felt drowsy and exhausted. He also registered what felt to be hands wrapped around his shoulders. He could see colors that were blinding him. He could hear shouting from behind him. It hurt John's ears. It was as though John was in a rock concert with loud speakers all around him. It made him wince. He smelled the soldiers, some of which were recently shaved and sweaty. He was confused what was going on. Was this a bad dream? A bad feeling sunk into his stomach. He was experiencing a bad feeling regarding this entire scenario. He felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. He was sluggish. He was too groggy to react. He fell to knees in front of bright lights. He could see several pairs of lights belonging to cars in the darkness that cloaked them. If he hadn't known better, he would compare them to the myth of souls in the darkness since they were so round and radiant. He closed his eyes adjusting them to the scenery. He saw the shapes of buzz hair cuts.

He saw the shapes of tall, sharp horns standing out. John looked up in the direction of the heavy set, muscular figure. The figure lacked horns and hair. He could see the five foot six figure towering right over him. The figure reminded John of Sarge-Someone he once had been intimate with. Someone he trusted. And had been in a relationship with. A relationship that ended when Sarge was destroyed by the grenade in the ark chamber. Sarge had been a sweet, tender man in the relationship. He was the sweetheart just like Jim. At least that is what Sarge was outside of his professional zone. Asides to being the serious, confidant man who lead the group. Sarge was the man who could take command of a herd of buffalo if he could have spoken in animal then John likened to believe he would have used the buffalo as his army. He noticed the figure's legs were in the shape of a goat's legs. Strikingly similar to Sarge. John had a sigh of relief. As much as he would be happy to see his old friend, he was glad it wasn't Sarge. The last time he had seen the man was when he was in the middle of mutating. C-24 and Olduvai had done something to Sarge as teammate by teammate were killed by the demons of mars. That's what he called them. The demons of mars. John liked to believe he was an expert in zombie hunting. If they came across a planet with a civilization in a post apocalyptic scenario where zombies roamed the planet, John would actually insist on getting protective survival gear and have a phaser on his person. He failed phaser firing in the academy but that was to sell his cover as Leonard McCoy. Leonard, for all he knew, did not like using guns. All against it. It was a pity he would never get to experience how often phasers were handy in the field.

He looked up to see thick eyebrows and gentle eyes.

"Who the fuawk are you?" The tall man asked.

"Pardon me, but it is fuck." John said. "Second of all; Leonard Horatio McCoy, son of David Andrew McCoy, and Eleanor McCoy." He had practiced that over and over at the mirror as practice when he was alone. Staring at the face responsible for killing a young, promising man by accident. He hadn't forigiven himself for that. "And I am a doctor. And who might this bald and hornless man be?"

"Ch'les, but my men call me Gen." Gen said. "And he says he is a doctor. " Laughter came around him. "Bite my ass."

He kneeled over once someone kicked him in the stomach.

"Doctor's don't come from outer space." Gen said.

John looked up with a growl.

"Nor do starships." John argued back. This was a argument he was going to win. That part was settled.

"Starships are not real. You just a scifi wannabe, aren't you, 'Doctor'." He didn't need his fingers to paranthise the title. Gen stepped forward. "I have a report from a Doctor la'hep'ic with collaberating evidence from nurse S'Car that you willingly helped them in attempting to bring down our civilization. Which is a high, disasterious accusation."

"I did it to save them!" John shot back. "You don't even have horns. What? You too got infected? You are covered in prosthetics-" Gen lunged forward picking him up by the neck. "Prosthetics."

"I was born this way," Gen said, as his grip tightened. "Don' you associate my birth defect to the HDV."

"Huh," John said. "I thought you were human for a second, but those oval eye sockets are a big no-no to bein' human." Gen studied John with his squiting oval eyes. "Why don't you attempt to eliminate the threat? Crushin' my throat would be optional." Gen tossed him into the men. "That's all you got?"

"Sir." Came one of the soldiers who were holding the wide awake doctor.

"Take him to the brig," Gen said. "I highly doubt this man is even an alien."

"But sir, he's an alien-"

Gen sighed, out of annoyance, then turned away from the jeep.

"I highly doubt this man has any interest in our national security," Gen waved his hand before the men could speak. "We can hold him on charges for violating seven HDV regulations. Working with the infected, making something to cure the infected, encouraging employees to throw out the authority figure, interfering in what he is not authorized to do,applying horn removal without the surgeon, and other usual bullshit with un tracked doctors."

Gen went into the jeep.

Oddly enough, John felt slightly comforted by that.

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