Hey guys, sorry yet again for the delay life is crazy in ThisOldGirls household. I've had 3 kids worth of school stuff, an injured cat, a husband working non stop and just craziness!

Anyway, had this idea banding around my head a bit, it is very much a work in progress so apologies if this still takes me time to get it completed. Anyway, Whump O here we go.

O is for Orions

Kirk raced down the Academy hallways, he couldn't believe he had overslept again. It was the third time this week and for all Cadet Kirks faults he had never been one for missing his classes; especially ones he enjoyed like his Physical and Tactical training class.

With a final burst of speed Kirk burst through the double doors, his trainers squeaking on the floor as he skidded to a stop.

"Sorry Commander" He whispered as he took his place at the back of the group surrounding the safety mats that had been placed on the floor. He cast a glance around the group and shrugged his shoulders as his eyes met those of his roommate, Cadet Leonard McCoy.

"Kirk, nice of you to join us" The commander did not sound impressed by Kirks tardiness and Kirk knew what that meant "You know the rules, last in first up." The commander nodded his head towards the mats indicating for Kirk to take his place in the centre. Kirk didn't mind, he actually enjoyed this class as despite his mad dash from the dorm building he was buzzing and happy to put this energy to good use.

"Yes sir" Kirk responded and made his way onto the mat and waited for his opponent to be selected. He didn't even blink as his opponent was chosen, an Andorian. Cadet ch'Ten was tall, easily 6ft 5in and well built. He was known amongst the other cadets for his strength, and his humility. Sure he could probably snap half the Cadets here in half if he wanted to but instead he preferred to be friends with everyone and was a very popular class member.

ch"Ten moved to stand in front of Kirk and bowed to him which Kirk reciprocated.

The commander approached the two opposing Cadets and gave them their instructions. Cadet ch'Ten was to attack Cadet Kirk and Kirk was to defend himself, and exit the mats. This was, the commander explained, an exercise in surviving an attack by a bigger foe and getting away from the situation to "fight another day". The opponents nodded their understanding and took up their positions.

ch"Ten dropped in his stance, his solid legs finding secure footing as he weighed up his options for attacking Kirk. Kirk in contrast had loosened his stance, keeping light on the balls of his feet, he knew that his best chance was using his agility. As strong as the Andorian was his sheer size would slow him down.

Ch'Ten launched himself at Kirk, kicking out at Kirks left knee and attempting a back fist strike to Kirks head with his right hand. Kirk easily avoided the attack, stepping off to his right he lifted left leg and thrust it forwards catching the Andorian in the stomach before he could land his fist. As ch'Ten stumbled back a little, Kirk took his moment and executing a perfect forwards shoulder roll he moved past ch'Ten coming out of his roll onto his knees he pushed up on his hands and launched his feet in to ch'Tens back sending the Andorian to his stomach on the floor.

Kirk knew this was the point he should have run, as the Commander had ordered he was to exit the area and get away but his body didn't want to respond to what his mind was telling him and Kirk found himself jumping on the prone Cadets back and smashing his fists in to the back of his opponents head.

"HEY!" Ch'Ten cried out as he lifted his arms to protect his head and pushed himself up rolling Kirk off his back. But Kirk didn't stop, he again came at ch'Ten, launching a kick at ch'Tens face as he sat on the floor. Ch'Ten easily caught hold of Kirks foot and twisted flipping Kirk over.

Kirk landed hard on the mats, and found himself briefly winded. But still he struggled, as ch'Ten climbed onto his back and held Kirk down, even as he could hear the Commander yelling at him to stop Kirk couldn't, his body wouldn't respond. It was like something had taken over him, his mind was screaming at him even as he heard his friend calling to him

"Jim, Jim stop, what the hell are you doing"

"Commander?" Ch'Ten called, clearly unsure as to whether his superior wanted him to release the young man trapped by his larger form straddling his back or not.

"CADET KIRK" the Commander yelled dropping down to meet Kirks eyes. What he saw gave him cause for concern and he yelled for a communicator and as one was placed into his out reached hand he immediately flipped it open and called for medical assistance.

McCoy worried by what his Commander must have seen joined him at his position by Kirks head and even as Kirk struggled against the Andorian on his back and the other cadets who had now joined ch'Ten in holding Kirk down by his legs he was shocked by what he saw. The eyes of his friend showed panic, pure and simple panic.

"Help me" Kirk called out as he writhed on the floor. Just then a medical team shimmered into existence in the corner of the hall and came running over to the commotion.

"Report" one of them called as he flipped open his medical case.

"Cadet Kirk just freaked out, he's completely out of control" one of the other Cadets shouted out.

"Thank you Cadet Manrara" The Commander called as he crouched by Kirks head "I don't know what happened. He was taking part in an exercise and he suddenly flipped and Cadet ch'Ten had to restrain him"

The medical officer nodded as he scanned Kirk with his tricorder, even as Kirk continued to fight against those holding him down, a feral scream erupting from his lips.

"Jim, you gotta calm down kid" McCoy called as he lay down on his stomach to get face to face with his friend. Kirks eyes were screwed shut, and as McCoy heard the familiar hiss of a hypospray he watched as his friends eyes relaxed and his body went limp.

Ch'Ten and the other cadets extricated themselves from the figure lying on the floor and all turned to leave the gym, except McCoy no way was he leaving his friend. "What the hell happened?" He asked the medical officer as he watched them roll Kirk onto his back.

"I don't know, his adrenaline levels are through the roof and a preliminary brain scan is showing heightened activity" the officer closed the panel of his tricorder. "Let's get him back to med and we'll go from there" and with that he called for transport and McCoy watched as his friend dematerialised from view.