A/N: I hope everyone had a great holiday and didn't eat too much chocolate bunnies...lol Thanks to my beta Mykardia so awesome to have her! Many thanks to everyone who is hanging in there with me! Love you all!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek but love playing with the characters... Enjoy
Chapter Fifty Four: Kav'thel, Carinthia – Reunion Part Three
Inside Harry's Spacecraft
JeaKyrn and Harry rushed around their spacecraft and gathered as much food, water, love enhancement crystals and credits in to the backpacks they planned to carry with them.
"Hurry up JaeKyrn." Harry said with a tone of urgency in his voice. "We have to get out of here…now."
JaeKyrn zipped up her backpack and swung it on her back. "I'm ready Har…Jones." She said. He helped her out of the spacecraft and headed towards the forest.
"Where are we going to get another spacecraft?" she asked, practically running to keep up with him.
"Don't worry about it." He said, "Just know that we are going to get off the planet before we get caught." He answered. "I am pretty sure you do not want to spend the rest of your life in prison for all those unfortunate accidents you have caused."
JaeKyrn shook her head furiously. "Har…Jones you can't let that happen." She said in a panic. "I'm pregnant."
Harry rolled his eyes, how could he not think about it? He was about to become a father for the what? Fifth? Sixth? Seventh time? He had lost count after that cute green-haired Elenorian girl Oddie, proudly announced to her male relatives that he had spilled his seed inside of her. He barely escaped with his life!
Harry found a cluster of trees that hid them from the sky and quickly slid his heavy backpack off his aching back. "Sit JaeKyrn and relax for a few minutes." He said. "We might have to wait until dark before we move again."
"Har…Jones, I don't think it's wise for us to sit here and wait to be found by the authorities." JaeKyrn advised her husband.
He looked at her – frowning. "If you hadn't been so foolish as to disabled my spacecraft we wouldn't be having this discussion right now." He growled.
JaeKyrn winced as his words slapped her across the face. She knew she had done a very foolish thing but did he have to keep reminding her?
"How many times must I say I'm sorry?" she said calmly. Her anger slowly rising to the surface.
"Not enough times for me." He barked. He ran a stubby hand through his sweaty hair. "JaeKyrn if we get capture, I'm putting the blame solely on your shoulders."
JaeKyrn's orange-gold tinted eyes caught a hold of his…
Harry's brown eyes widen as the cold sweat of fear washed over him his murderous wife eyes had become very dark.
Your mouth did it this time gov'ner. He slowly stepped forward, his arms outstretched…
"JaeKyrn." He said softly. "Please forgive me. I-I'm tired and the thought of me, you and our unborn child in this situation frightens me." He explained. "I don't like the feeling of helplessness…it makes me feel less than a man that I can't protect my family properly."
JaeKyrn didn't respond…
She didn't blink…
This scared the hell out of Harry…
"JaeKyrn? Love? Speak to me?"
Silence…
He walked a little closer…
"JaeKyrn…?" was the last word Harry uttered before surrendering to total darkness…
***
Kav'thel Medical Center
Tears of anger stung Christine's eyes as she administered a hypo spray to herself. Miss Rappi, the psychotic patient from hell nearly bit her left ring finger off as an effort to get Christine's engagement ring. She couldn't believe the little waif was a lot stronger than she looked. When the little cannibal got a hold of her hand and placed it in her mouth she had bit down on her finger as if it was the best prime rib a restaurant had to offer.
Not all the hair pulling Christine did could pry the little bitch off her!
She looked at the blackish, purplish and bluish marks of her mangled finger…
I can't believe that little bitch tried to eat me. She said under her breath.
Dr. Cranford – noticing Christine disheveled appearance, rushed to her side, the look of concern written all over his face. "Christine, Nurse Chapel, what happened to you?"
Christine stared at him, if she wasn't thinking about her finger she would have pummeled him within an inch of his life for asking her to escort that-that bitch up to her room.
She smiled faintly and shrugged her shoulders. "Just had a little complication with Miss Rappi." She said nonchalantly. "She tried to bite off my finger – no big deal." She wise cracked. "It comes with the job."
Dr. Cranford examined Christine's finger, it looked pretty bad, like it had been smashed with a meat tenderizer. He apologized profusely as he applied medical aid to her finger.
"Would you mind terribly if I take a break?" she asked, waving her damaged finger in front of Dr. Cranford to guilt trip him. "I really need to take one."
Dr. Cranford nodded. "Sure, sure take as long as you like."
Christine quickly walked out the medical center and onto the patio, trying to enjoy the semi-peace and quiet. I have to get out of here. She sighed. I have to find Harry before it's too late.
As luck would have it, Christine overheard two crew members of the USS Farragut mentioned that the search for Harry Mudd had expanded to include the Starfleet Academy's campsites. Christine scrunches up her nose in disgust.
Ugh, how she hated the basic survivor training course. The sleeping with her classmates in a huge smelly tent, using the toilet outside, and the nasty and filthy bugs as big as her fist…
Yuck… she bristled, if she was going to find him, she was going to have to leave now…
She took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other…
Quickening her pace with each step…
***
On the Streets of Kav'thel
The streets of Kav'thel were in total chaos. Christine had no idea who to talk to or where to turn. In her Starfleet uniform she stuck out like a sore thumb. She needed to get rid of her uniform so she could roam around freely.
After wondering aimlessly for a while Christine sat on the porch of an abandon house to think about her next move. There was no way she was going back to the Medical Center, not until she found what she was looking for. She developed a cramp in her legs and quickly stood up to walk it out. Instead of walking around the yard, she opened the door and slipped inside.
Unbeknownst to Christine there was a warning sign posted on the door warning everyone not to enter, or they risk putting their lives on danger. Unfortunately for Christine, the sign had been ripped off and used for firewood.
The bright sunrays from Carinthia's dual suns shone through the unshaded windows gave Christine enough light to see what was in front of her. The former occupants must had left in a hurry. Christine observed, the stacks of clothes were tossed around the room. She eagerly poked through the mountains of discarded clothes, hoping to find something suitable to wear.
Christine was so focus on the task at hand, she didn't hear the tapping of tiny feet quickly scrapping across the floor…
TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!...
In her direction…
TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!...
The Carinthia's conox custa, the flying sandworm, were very territorial; the albino insects, known for attacking their enemies without provocation, have huge pinchers on the end of their tails that inject venom into their prey. Although their poisonous venom was enough to kill prey larger than themselves, it wasn't enough to kill a human or humanoid species but it can do a lot of damage.
Christine had unwittingly invaded their home and therefore must be dealt with…
TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!...
TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!...
Christine, finally realizing she was not alone looked around. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest…
TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!...
Her blue eyes widen in horror as the vast army of conox custa descended on her from all sides…
TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!TAP!...
"UHG! GET AWAY FROM ME YOUR HORRIBLE CREATURES!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, she quickly found out that was a grave mistake as several found their way into her mouth and injected her tongue and gums with venom. "HELP!!!" She cried, swatting at them, which only made it worst because the more she moved the angrier the insects became…
Christine tried to get up on her feet, but the cramp in both legs returned…
Making it too painful to walk…
She had no choice but to crawl for the door…
They flew in her hair…
On her eyes…
Face…
Neck…
Soon the army of conox custa overwhelmed her…
Showing their enemy no mercy…
***
Camp Delta
Spock looked on with mild interest as Gaila and Nyota played the simple Terran game of tic-tac-toe as a way to pass the time. As a child, his mother had taught him how to play in an effort to teach him more about his human side.
After playing three games – beating Amanda at two of them – he refused to play anymore. When his mother asked him why? He responded by telling her there was no logic in such a repetitive mundane activity. His mother, masking her disappointment, was silent for a long time before answering.
"My dear son," She finally said." The reason for this mundane activity is for you to have fun." She stood up and ruffled his hair. The five year old Spock looked at her - puzzled.
"Fun?" he questioned.
Amanda chuckled "Yes fun, I am hoping the word will become part of your life." She turned to leave his room. "Even Vulcans need fun."
Nyota and Gaila laughed as they accused each other of cheating.
"You're not playing fair Gaila." Nyota giggled. "I'm telling you, I put an X in that box."
"Yeah right." Gaila replied, smiling. "You thought you put an X in that box." She quickly glanced at Spock, a mischievous grin on her lips. "Or maybe you were thinking of putting the X some where else?" she said in her native tongue.
"Gaila." Nyota grinned broadly, having her bondmate standing inches away and not being able to touch him in the way she wanted to, was distracting. Spock raised an eyebrow, he couldn't understand Orion but, he had a feeling he knew what Gaila was talking about.
Nyota shyly looked at Spock; her butterflies flittered wildly within her. She winked at him..
Kup ashaya du, wanimo thol Spock. 'I love you, my noble Spock.' She said in Vulcan through their bond.
Kup ashaya du tor wanimo Nyota. 'I love you too, my Nyota." he responded.
Gaila looked at them and sighed, "Why do I get the feeling that I'm in the middle of something?" she stood up and brushed off her PT uniform. "I am going to take a walk to the latrine." She informed them. "So that will give you two approximately a good…um…ten…fifteen minutes tops to do what ever."
"Gaila that is not necessary." Nyota protest.
"Cadet Gaila, Nyota is correct…" Spock added.
Gaila held up her hands to silence them. "Oh yes it is." She countered. Gaila turned to Nyota. "Ny, your pheromones are so high, I'm getting goose bumps." She replied in Orion.
Spock raised his eyebrows for the second time….
Nyota cheeks grew warm…
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes." She said. "Count them, fifteen minutes." She smiled sweetly at them. "Enjoy."
They watched as Gaila walked away, She turned her head and waved. "Fifteen minutes!" she yelled.
Nyota turned to Spock. "Well you heard her, we have fifteen minutes."
A ghost of a mile appeared on his handsome face. Nyota reached out and interlock her finger with his and pressed her body against her soul mate.
"We do not have the sufficient amount of time to display the proper affection bondmates have for each other k'diwa." He stated.
"Fourteen minutes…" she murmured against his chest. "And it is called a quickie."
"No ashaya, not with you, not with us." He bend down his head to meet hers. "Are you disappointed with me?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"No, well just a little because earlier I was willing but…you're right, it will only be a snack and I'm famished." She said, wickedly, transmitting images of the difference between a snack and a full course meal.
Nyota flickered her tongue across his neck…
Spock moan, as he grinded his lean, muscular body against her.
Tor du tishau ish Spock? 'Do you like that Spock?'
Ha, maut mau ni. 'Yes, very much so.'
Spock pressed his forehead against Nyota's …
Wanimo Nyota. 'My Nyota.' he whispered, brushing his lips slightly over hers…
He tighten his embrace and left a trail of wet kisses along both sides of her long graceful neck…
With the promise of more to come…
tbc...
A/N: Before everyone get in an uproar about Crazetine this is NOT the end of her... I had warned you I will not be too kind to her in the next chapters...this is just the beginning of her misfortunes...lol Harry really done it this time didn't he? I just love Spock and Nyota but Gaila keeps me laughing! I just love her! Please R/R it feed my muse...Thank you for reading!
