A/N: Ahhh the first day of Spring and we had a blizzard...lol Here is the next chapter...Thanks to all for your support, love and laughter but thanks for the efriendship! Thanks to Mykardia who takes time out of her schedule to be my beta... she is so awesome!
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Chapter Fifty Two: Kav'thel, Carinthia - Reunion
Camp Delta
Commander Blankenship and Commander Uyary couldn't believed their eyes as they arrived at Camp Delta and saw Cadet Tenarmy bound to his cot, screaming obscenities as spittle foamed around his mouth. He looked at the instructors as if he had no memories of them.
"What in the hell happened to him?" Commander Blankenship asked the remaining team. "And where is Cadet East?"
"She's over here sir." Gaila answered calmly as she tried to keep her still. The two Commanders quickly approached Cadet East; the poor young woman was burned on over seventy-five percent of her body.
Commander Blankenship gasped in horror – in all of his years as an instructor at the Academy he had never seen anything like it.
Cadet East cried out in pain, her breathing labored.
"Fuck." Commander Blankenship said, not caring about his language at the moment. "Cadet Uhura, can you please explained to us again what exactly happen?"
Nyota nodded. "Well sir everything was fine until Cadet Tenarmy walked back into campus with Cadet East; he was telling everyone how much he loved Freya. When I went to confront him about his behavior I noticed his eyes looked glassy and he appeared to be drunk. I even asked him if he ate something he wasn't suppose to."
"The next thing we know, he had set Cadet East on fire mumbling something like he wanted her to glow like the angels and while Gaila went to help Freya the rest of us managed to subdue Cadet Tenarmy and bind him to his cot for his safety as well as ours."
"Dammit!" he said grimly. "What in the hell could have possessed Cadet Tenarmy to do such a horrible thing?" he asked aloud.
"Freya, my beautiful Freya!" Cadet Tenarmy cried on the top of his lungs. "Didn't I make you glow like the angels? Weren't you a beautiful shade of red?" he began to laugh hysterically.
His eerie laugh gave them all goose bumps.
Commander Uyray placed an emergency call to Starfleet Academy; he was informed that the USS Amelia was on their way to Kav'thel. Captain Pike would be alerted of the situation and would be there to transport Cadets Tenarmy and East back to the Academy Medical Center. Commander Uyary relayed the message to Commander Blankenship. Commander Blankenship ran a hand through his crew cut and nodded in frustration.
"Okay the first order of business we have to do is get the rest of these cadets assigned to different teams." He said. "Dammit!" he huffed; he still couldn't believe what had happened. "Cadets pack your gear." He instructed, "You are about to be relocated."
***
USS Amelia
"Trace Westbrook is not answering." The computer replied. "Do you wish to leave a message?"
Christine began to worry – it wasn't like Trace not to answer his calls, especially from her…
She put a call to the front desk of the Huntington Hotel and asked the day manager to send someone to his room – she had a feeling something dreadful had happen to him.
"Please call me after you check out his room." She said, her heart pounding with fear. "I need to know that he is alright."
"Of course Miss Chapel, we will send someone to room forty-three immediately." The day manager assured her.
"Thank you."
The moment she disconnected the call, she received an alert to come to the medical bay….NOW!
Christine quickly checked her appearance in the mirror and headed out the door. Dr. Cranford met her in the medical bay, gathering extra supplies as he prepare to help the medical staff of Kav'thel Medical Center; he had done this often enough to know exactly what was needed.
"Here we go again Christine." He said. "According to Captain Pike the culprits who are responsible for these disasters are on this planet."
Christine's blue eyes widen - "You mean that awful Harcourt Mudd and his wife are here? On Kav'thel? " she pretended to be shocked, but deep inside her heart beat was accelerating to new heights, just the thought of her administering a few of those love enhancement crystals to Spock and then…
Dr. Cranford interrupted her thoughts…
"I want you to be extra careful and stick close to me." He suggested. "I don't need anything happening to my head nurse."
"Yes doctor." She nodded, she was anxious to get off the Amelia and go seek out Harcourt Mudd…
No matter what it took…
"Dr. Cranford and Nurse Chapel report to the shuttle deck G, the away team is waiting for you on shuttle deck G." Lieutenant Morse announced over the comm link. "Dr. Cranford and Nurse Chapel please report to shuttle deck G."
"There's our ride." Dr. Cranford quipped. They gathered the medical supplies and headed for the turbolift.
In a matter of hours Spock. She vowed. You will be making love to me.
***
Outside Harry's Spacecraft
Harry dropped his hands in surprise…
"What did you say?" he asked in disbelief. "Did you say you are pregnant?"
JaeKyrn nodded as she tried to rub the soreness from her neck. "We are going to be parents." She said, her orange-gold tinted eyes filled with tears. "In ten months time."
"Ten months! JaeKyrn how many months are you now?"
"Two." She replied. "Now our shacklen is complete." She smiled. "Aren't you happy my husband?" she took his hands in hers, the same hands that tried to choke the life out of her moments before and brought them to her lips and kissed them. "Our family is about to expand."
"JaeKyrn I don't know what you want me to say." He said. "I really can't think about it right know, or have you forgotten that you threw out the only part we really need to get the hell out of here." He felt the anger in him rising but he kept his temperature in checked. "What in the hell possessed you to do something so asinine?"
JaeKyrn looked into her husband's brown eyes. "You are nice to me here." She confessed. "The whole time since we have been on this planet you have been so nice to me." She shrugged her shoulders. "I thought we could stay here forever and raised our child."
Harry rolled his eyes...
"JaeKyrn, we have to find another way off this planet or we will be spending the rest of our lives on in prison with a baby."
"Where are we going to find another spacecraft?"
Harry smiled…
"JaeKyrn, just leave it to me."
***
Riverside, Iowa: Huntington Hotel - Suite 43
Andie felt guilty about telling Trace what a bitch his fiancée was, her intentions was not to hurt him. Trace was a great guy it was just too bad that Christine didn't think so. Or maybe she did and was using him as her back up guy. Andie quickly walked into the lobby of the hotel and ran towards the lifts. She wanted to make sure that Trace was okay before taking the next shuttle flight to San Francisco.
She hopped on the empty lift and pressed the button…
After she had been thrown out of Trace's hotel room, she had found herself at an old bar where she nursed a classic Seven-Up for a couple of hours. Several men did approached her and tried to buy her drinks but she declined; after the experience with Nebraska, it was going to take a very long time before she trusted a man again – if ever.
The lift stopped on Trace's floor; she got off and approached Trace's door slowly. She knew he didn't want to have anything to do with her, but she wanted to see him with her own two eyes that he was okay…
She knocked loudly on his door...
No answer…
She knocked again…
No answer…
On the third knock she heard the faint sounds of a security code being keyed in and the door slowly opened…
"Trace?" she whispered.
The door opened a little wider…
Trace stuck his head out…
He looked like death warmed over and smelled like it too…
"What-what are you doing here?" he slurred, weaving back and forth. "I thought I told you if I ever saw you again I was going to kill-kill you."
"Yes you did." She said firmly. "But I had to come and see how you were doing." She explained. "I felt really bad about what had happened yesterday."
"Yeah riiight." He scoffed. "You reveled in the thought of tearing down my C-C-Christine." He said. "Bitch."
She flinched…
"Can I come in? Maybe order you up a pot of hot coffee?"
"I don't need your help." He said, waving her words away. "I don't need anyone's help." He weaved towards the living area; Andie stepped into his room and closed the door behind her. She surveyed the room and noticed several empty liquor bottles displayed in various places.
She placed her bag down near the door and went into the kitchenette and put on a pot of coffee as she took the empty bottles and placed them in the trash recycler. Trace eyed her suspiciously from where he sat, shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes, his head felt as of a herd of elephants had tapped danced on the inside of his skull.
"What are you doing?" he mumbled, without opening his eyes. "I don't remember inviting you in."
Andie continued to clean up. "I was worried about you." She replied. "I couldn't sleep a wink last night worrying about you. I felt really bad about telling you about Christine."
He opened one bloodshot eye and stared at her. "Then why did you say anything at all?" he spat. "You ruined my life."
She noticed the pieces of paper she had written Detectives Margolis and Zyas numbers on was lying on the table, taped together. She decided not to comment – if he contacted them then he knew without a doubt Christine was a walking psychopath.
"Have you eaten?" she asked. "You need something in your system besides booze."
"Who are you? My sitter?" he smirked.
Andie continued to clean up, without further comment. She took a large mug from the cabinet and poured the strong black coffee into it. "Do you take sugar and cream?"
Silence…
She shrugged her shoulders and brought the huge mug of steamy hot java into the living area and placed it in front of Trace on the end table. She walked back into the kitchenette and brought back the creamer and a spoon.
Trace didn't bulged…
"You haven't answered my question yet." She said, breaking the silence. "Computer, open blinds."
The sudden exposure of sunlight into the room caused Trace to recoil. "Dammit!" he growled, shielding his eyes from the sunrays. "Computer, shut the fucking blinds."
The blinds closed…
"Sorry." Andie mumbled. "Computer open blinds thirty percent."
"Why don't you leave? You are definitely not wanted here." He sneered.
"Sorry I can't do that." She said, "Not until I know that you are going to be alright."
Trace opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at her incredulously. "That is rich coming from you." He spat. "What? You're afraid I'm going to do something stupid like kill myself?"
Andie swallowed hard as she cast her eyes downward….
He laughed bitterly. "Are you kidding me? You thought I was going to off myself? You just came here to ease your guilty conscience." He said accusingly. "You are some piece of work Nurse Gann."
"I am sorry that what I said hurt you." She began. "But it needed to be said, Christine has been getting away with hurting people for way to long."
"But why hurt me?" he said aloud. "All I wanted to do for the rest of my life was to love her." Fresh tears filled his eyes. "I am the world biggest fool."
"No Trace." Andie replied. "That makes you a nice guy that got caught up with the wrong woman."
His cheeks warmed, embarrassed that Andie saw him crying…
"Right now you need a nice hot juicy steak." She suggested. "You need something in your system that will soak up some of that booze you digested." She picked up the telephone and placed an order for the biggest steak the hotel had to offer along with a side order of biscuits, home fries and scrambled eggs.
She noticed the red light on the comm link was blinking like a Christmas light. "You have messages." She said. "Don't you think you should call your office and tell them you are taking the day off? So they won't worry?"
Unbeknownst to Andie, Trace and already called his office and explained he had developed a bad chest cold; he didn't want to tell her that those messages were from his sweet fiancée…
A total of twenty-nine in all…
He wasn't in the mood to talk to her right now…
Besides what he had to say to her was meant to be said face to face…
***
USS Amelia
Captain Pike received the emergency message from Starfleet Academy via Headquarters. He was instructed to send a second shuttlecraft to Camp Delta to secure the imprisonment of Cadet Tenarmy as well as secure medical aid for Cadet East – his victim. They were to be transported back to the Academy where Cadet Tenarmy would be formally charged with attempted murder and Cadet East would be escorted to the burn unit of the Academy's Medical Center.
Great! He sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair. What else could go wrong? He sighed heavily and glanced at his First Officer. "Commander Spock."
The stoic Vulcan turned in Pike's direction. "Yes Captain?" he replied.
"Take a walk with me."
"Yes sir."
The Captain and First Officer of the USS Amelia walked quickly to the medical bay. Dr. Cranford and Nurse Chapel had already left for shuttle deck G. Dr. Osby, the most senior doctor behind Dr. Cranford, was sitting at her desk, going over some last minute instructions with several nurses. She noticed Captain Pike and Commander Spock standing nearby and acknowledge their presence with a nod.
A few minutes later, she had their undivided attention. Captain Pike informed his First Officer and Dr. Osby of the task he had for them to undertake.
***
"The second shuttlecraft will be ready to leave in ten point three minutes Captain." Spock replied after he finished communicating with the members of his crew.
"Very well Commander Spock." Captain Pike said, as they walked down to the shuttle deck. Christine's heart raced in her chest as her blue eyes gazed upon the handsome Vulcan. She happily hopped on the shuttle and waited for Captain Pike and Commander Spock to climb aboard.
"I know you will be pleased to see Cadet Uhura. I'm just sorry it's not under a more joyous occasion."
Spock nodded in agreement.
"From what I am hearing, Cadet Uhura and Cadet Gaila really held it together until Commanders Blankenship and Uyary arrived – sounds like a commendation will be coming their way."
Spock's facial expression remained unreadable but inside he was beaming with pride. "I believe a commendation will be more than sufficient."
Captain Pike grinned. "I will not hold you up any longer." He said. "Hopefully by the time you get back from Camp Delta, we will have Mr. Mudd and his wife in custody." He climbed into the shuttlecraft.
Christine waited in anticipation for Spock to step aboard, imagine her disappointment when the door was locked behind Captain Pike. She glanced out the window and saw her crush talking to that simpleton Dr. Osby. She was more confused as the two walked away.
"Hello everyone." Captain Pike greeted as he took his chair. "I believe this is it. Harcourt Mudd is on Kav'thel. His likeness has immediately been broadcast thorough out the mining town and many witnesses are coming forward – many of them are very angry and will try to take the law into their own hands. So be careful, we want to avoid the mob mentality at all costs.
Dr. Cranford and Nurse Chapel, you two have been through this several times before so you are the experts on this short term madness. I want to thank you both in advance for all your hard work, I know it hasn't been easy…not only for you but for all of us…so lets get this bastard and deliver him in the hands of the Surisians and get on with our lives."
Christine only half listened to Captain Pike's pep talk as she was wondering why Commander Spock wasn't aboard, and why was he talking to that boring Dr. Osby? She wanted to ask but didn't want to appear stalkerish but, it really didn't matter by the end of the day, she would have the love crystals and Spock would be hers…
***
Camp Delta
Nyota anxiously waited the arrival of the shuttlecraft from the USS Amelia. Through their bond Spock had informed her that Captain Pike had put him in charge of the shuttlecraft crew and he would be seeing her gorgeous face in a matter of minutes.
Gaila, sensing her nervousness, asked her friend what was wrong.
Nyota shook her head. "Nothing." She replied, as her heart beat excitedly in her chest. She was about to reunited with Spock!
Gaila eyed her suspiciously, "Are you sure everything is alright?"
Nyota smooth her braids down and nodded. "Everything is fine." She still hadn't made up her mind if she would ever reveal to Gaila about the mental bond she and Spock shared.
Freya was in excruciating pain, she wanted to die just so the hurting would stop….
This was all her fault!
Tenarmy's madness – her getting set on fire…
The unbearable pain…
All of it!
Why was she so desperate to have him love her? She questioned as a tear fell from her right eye. Why?
She heard Commander Blankenship talking to Commander Uyary about Cadet Tenarmy's bleak future. He would be formally charged with attempted murder and spend the rest of his life in a psychward.
"What a waste." Commander Blankenship said. "He had such a brilliant career as engineer ahead of him."
Freya couldn't let that happen – she was the reason why Tenarmy was the way he was…she had to let them know before it was too late!
"W-w-wasn't h-h-his fault." She stammered. "N-n-not h-h-his f-f-f-fault…m-m-mine…a-a-a-all m-m-mine." She took a deep breath as painful as it was and repeated her confession.
Gaila, who was sitting beside Freya, shook her head in pity. She couldn't believe Freya was trying to defend Tenarmy after he tried to burn her to a crisp. "Save your energy." She said softly.
"N-no." Freya protested as strongly as she could. "I-I-I did-did Ten-T-Tenarmy."
Gaila's eyes found Nyota's; concern was written all over her face…
Nyota quickly walked over to Gaila…
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
"Freya is trying to clear that crazy prick Tenarmy." She replied. "She is trying to take the blame."
Nyota glanced at Freya, Freya eyes teared up.
"C-cry-crystal." She managed to say. "L-l-l-love c-c-c-crystal." tears sliding down her face. "R-r-r-rub c-c-cry-stal on-on-on him."
Nyota looked at Freya, love crystal? There was no such thing as a love crystal. Freya must have to be hallucinating!
"N-N-Ny…t-t-telling t-t-t-truth…m-m-made h-h-him c-c-cra-cra-crazy."
"I think it's the pain." Gaila whispered.
"N-N-Not p-p-pain." She said in one painful breath. She was becoming agitated. "Not lying." She gasped, before becoming silent…
Oh God! Nyota uttered under her breath…
Gaila quickly felt for a pulse…
She nodded to Nyota…
"She's alive."
Nyota took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"Do you believe her?" Gaila asked. "I mean come on a love crystal?"
Before Nyota got a chance to respond, Spock's voice filled her head…
I'm here k'diwa. He announced, feeling her excitement. Nyota heard the shuttlecraft approaching…
Her butterflies fluttered wildly as it landed…
She held her breath as the door of the shuttlecraft opened and her handsome Vulcan stepped out…
Their eyes meet briefly…
You are so beautiful. He greeted.
So are you ashaya. She replied, both of them wishing they could fall into each other's arms.
Gaila looked at them incredulously…
What the hell?
But she shouldn't have been surprised…
Gaila should have known the hot Vulcan love god was going to show up…
Sooner or later…
tbc...
A/N: The excitment continues... humm I wonder want Harry have up his sleeves...I'm happy Trace is finally waking up to reality while Craztine(one of the reviewers named her) is still living in lala land... Now that Spock and Nyota are reunited I wonder what does Kav'thel has in store for them? Please R/R it feeds my muse...Thanks for reading!
