I don't own anything to Star Trek. It is all property of Gene Roddenberry and whoever has the rights to it. I don't make money with it. I'm writing fanfictions about Star Trek because I love this story. So I ask you not to sue me.

X

Hunting dogs

X

Under normal circumstances, Spock would avoid describing his situation as uncomfortable since that is how a human would describe this. Still, he had to admit that nothing was normal here. So he was ready to admit that he wasn't enjoying his situation.

His quick perception and good hearing enabled him to spot the Romulan dogs in time to find a safe hiding place. ... even if a fire escape was not considered a suitable hiding place. He hadn't had much of a choice, however.

Despite their size and mass, Romulan dogs were very agile and fast, so even for Spock's attention it was only a matter of seconds before they were up and about in the ramshackle house. Spock heard the sliding and cracking of furniture and the deep, focused sniffing of his hunters. He couldn't tell how many dogs had been in this building so far, but he guessed that there must have been more than two in any case.

... He has regretted not staying with Mister Kirk. Should his wound tear again, they would quickly smell the fresh blood and tear him to pieces. That would be clearly unfortunate considering how much effort Spock had put into this collaboration.

There was a loud bang and Spock felt the vibrations from the wall. One of the dogs was in the next room and must have pushed the furniture aside impatiently.

Spock would have liked it much better if these animals had made such a noise on the streets. Then maybe he could have gotten to Mister Kirk and escaped with him.

Spock almost sighed.

Basically it didn't matter. The situation was what it was and nothing was going to change it. The only thing he could do was try to survive and watch his teammates do the same thing. So he had to go to Mister Kirk and get him out of here. In fact, if the fire escape reached the top floor, it was an extremely safe option... which it didn't. Spock didn't know which incompetent architect was responsible for this building, but could only assume that he didn't stay in business long.

Spock suppressed a sigh again.

At least the fire escape got him high enough without attracting the attention of these animals. He had to be all the more careful the other two floors up to Mister Kirk's room. So he took the opportunity he had and quietly climbed as far as he could and then climbed through the nearest window.

He listened. ... None of these animals were on this floor. Unfortunately, one of those hunters was on the floor where Spock wanted to go. That was just as uncomfortable.

... Now he could really do something human and hope that Mister Kirk hasn't been attacked yet. He had to be sure, but just sneaking in was stupid too. He was supposed to distract the dogs and he knew, these animals were sensitive to noise.

x

Jim was no stranger to these hideous noises. He still connected them too well with the screams and fear of death on the faces of the victims. There was no difference between men, women and children. All bones broke the same way. The flesh shreds like a piece of paper. The blood that dripped from those monstrous jaws had burned into his brain.

Hide! The monsters are coming!

It was like an old kid's game, only that if you lose, you die. So stop breathing! Dont move! Just listen and wait for them to go away.

That was the only thing Jim could do. He felt like a child hiding in the closet out of fear. Crouched in the dark. Hands pressed tightly against mouth and nose. Hoping the monster would soon disappear, and with it that disgusting sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh.

Forgive me, Kelso! Forgive me!

Einzig ein Spalt gab Jim die Möglichkeit dabei zuzusehen wie sein ehemaliger Freund Stück für Stück verschwand. Das einstige freundliche Gesicht von Kelso war nur noch eine rot befleckte Fratze. Jim erkannte ihn nicht einmal wieder.

Verschwinde! Verschwinde!

His heart pounded painfully against his chest as his lungs demanded that he finally take a deep breath, as the oxygen for his body was getting scarcer. But he wouldn't. No! He had to wait. Waiting for these monsters to finally go away.

And if there were moments when Jim thought fate would want him alive, it was that moment. A loud bang sounded and the animal's ears rose immediately. It forgot its prey and began to growl dangerously. He probably suspected a new victim to ram his fangs into. Jim didn't know. All he knew was that he exhaled in relief when the beast ran from the room to investigate.

Finally it was gone ... away from him ...

The adrenaline began to flow from his body and Jim felt the exhaustion come over him again. That was not good. He was supposed to get out of here, but he was afraid that if he took the first step he would fall over and attract the monsters again. So he stayed here ... here ... in the closet ... like a child ... he was tired ...

Jim didn't even hear the footsteps approaching him. He just winced when the doors were thrown open and the light burned in his eyes.

"Mister Kirk," came the Vulcan's familiar whisper.

Okay, he was still in hell. That was clear now. Jim didn't have the strength to answer it, however. He wanted to sleep. His side hurt badly again.

He only noticed marginally how Spock disappeared again for a moment and hastily reappeared with a chair and a rope. Should he ask what it would be?

"The Romulan dogs are still in the building," the Vulcan explained quietly. "I could only distract them for this moment. We have to take this opportunity to get away. "

That still didn't explain the chair and rope. When Spock even started touching him, Jim even wanted to fight back ... but couldn't even find the strength to do so. Instead, he allowed the Vulcan to take him in his arms like a bride - it couldn't be more embarrassing - and carefully sat him down on the chair.

Okay, what was the plan here?

Spock started wrapping the rope around him.

What the hell?!

Now Jim couldn't help but fight back. More or less. It was difficult to use force when the body wanted to fall into a coma.

"I can't carry you without blocking my arms," Spock whispered almost harshly, grabbing Jim with ease. Stupid Vulcan strenght!

"I need my arms when we have to climb," the Vulcan continued calmly. "It wouldn't be wise to just tie you on my back, either. Once your injury was broken, repetition would endanger not only your life but mine as well. We can only minimize the chances by being able to transport you as calmly as possible. It's impossible if I just tie you on your back. It's not a stretcher, but it's the best I can take with me right now. "

Weren't they in danger? Wasn't that what? And the guy managed to argue with him? Jim didn't say anything. He was far too tired for that.

...weary...

"Take a bed," Jim replied quietly and closed his eyes for a moment. That would be nice ... He winced when a warm hand touched his forehead.

What did he say about this nonsense?!

"You have a fever," Spock said simply, and it took Jim a moment to understand what was being said.

Oh ... fever ... That explained his condition.

"We have to get out of here!"

And with that, Jim just felt the rope tying his body around the chair and noticed how it wobbled as Spock tied the back of the chair to his back. The Vulcan really wanted to carry it around like an oversized backpack. His arms were free. Yes. But he couldn't be quick with it. The idea wasn't bad, but not well thought out.

"The plan ... is illogical ... even back then ... only mind ... professor ..."

If he was better, he would have spat on that damn word. Illogical ... Pah!

"That statement comes from the right person, Mister Kirk. You are the one who didn't use your head for thinking but used your genitals for intimate physicality. I was also familiar with the rumors on campus. "

Jim furrowed his eyebrows. Had the bum just mocked him in a Vulcan way?

"My statement must have silenced you. That's good! Then I'll try to get us out of here now. "

Now the guy sounded satisfied with himself too. Asshole!

... Anyway, the main thing is that they both survived this shit.

Jim felt the jolt go through his body as Spock got up and the chair was pulled up with him. The construct seemed to hold up. Astonishing. Still, it wasn't comfortable to feel the ropes pushing against his body, but comfort was a luxury these days. So he wasn't going to complain.

Okay, that part of the plan seemed to be working. How should the rest go?

A hover car alarm rang through the streets, and both of them tensed as they immediately began to listen. They heard the threatening growl, the heavy stamping of the footsteps and finally how all these noises found themselves on the street. The dogs had left the building! Lucky coincidence? That would be too lucky.

A stone flew through the open window and caught their attention. Jim actually hurt to turn his head, but when he saw Gary across the building, he completely ignored the pain. The others had returned! Then they activated the alarm system to distract these monsters. Clever!

Gary silently pointed up and even Spock seemed to understand immediately what he wanted.

"We should go to the roof," he said to him and Jim bit back a comment. There was no time for that. Instead, he let out a sigh of relief as the Vulcan started moving and reached the top of the building at a good pace.

Jim couldn't tell how much he loved his buddy right now. Gary had actually found a ladder long enough to connect both edges of the roof. She just had to walk over it.

"A very unstable construct," Spock replied, looking almost skeptical.

Jim would have liked to laugh at him. "Not even better ... than your chair idea."

The Vulcan didn't answer.

Jim's grin widened. "My statement must have silenced you. That's good! "

His grin didn't fade when the Vulcan's head turned and he saw the raised eyebrow.

Yes, eat your own words! Sucker!

Spock did not counter with an intelligent saying, but looked rather skeptical - Yes! This guy was skeptical and he could deny that afterwards as much as he wanted! - over the edge. Of course, if they made a mistake they would be dead instantly, but they were dead for almost all activity.

"Close your eyes and go, Spock!" Urged Jim impatiently.

"I doubt it would be a good idea to close your eyes for this venture."

"Don't take everything I say literally!" answered Jim, annoyed and felt a headache. He wanted to lie down. Still, he noticed how he was holding his breath as Spock agreed to try his luck and balance over the ladder.

Now Jim had to admit that this idea wasn't a good one at all. He understood the Vulcan's doubts. A fall from this height would be uncomfortable, but at least a quick death. Perhaps he would even have whistled to Spock in admiration, after all he was balancing his weight here too, but he didn't want to disturb his concentration. Jim wanted to avoid smooching the asphalt.

All he knew was that he hadn't taken a deep breath in a long time when they finally reached the other roof and Gary kicked down the ladder. He didn't want repetition.

"Mission accomplished!" His buddy beamed with joy and patted Jim on the shoulder. "As soon as I'm gone, you'll cause trouble. What's the matter with you Jimmy? "

Before Jim could answer, Spock interrupted him. "Mister Kirk is getting a fever. We should find Nyota as soon as possible and find a new place to stay. "

He had nothing against this plan.

"No panic! Your friend created the distraction while I was getting you out of there. By the way, you're welcome, "Gary teased.

Spock wasn't impressed. "I appreciate your support, although any other idea would have been just as praiseworthy."

"Do not look gift horses in the mouth, buddy. You live! More was not planned! "

He's right! And when Jim saw Uhura running towards them, he was overcome with such pleasant relief that the last bit of adrenaline disappeared and he just passed out.

What would they do now?

X

XXXXXXX

X

Don't be upset that Jim isn't doing too much of the action. However, I try to keep this story as realistic as possible and while I know our heroes can heal in seconds, this won't be the case here. There is hardly any medicine or technology. The group has to improvise to treat wounds and illnesses in some way. In addition, it is not so easy to transport injured people, which is why I came up with the idea of the chair. Any medic would probably scream, but like I said, in this world survivors have to get creative. I hope you look forward to the next chapter.

I urgently need a name for the dogs. Does somebody has any idea?