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
Miracles happen from time to time!
Caro, I really don't want to disappoint you. Just for you, I'm throwing my planning overboard and writing a new chapter on Warmth for the Living, even though Short Treks is still ongoing. I hope you like it.
So! And of course I don't want to forget to say thank you!
Of course I would like to thank dear Caro for her lovely reviews!
And I thank ItIsLife, Jilly90, Nightingale7777 and puppy1050. Thank you very much! Hopefully you will read this after the long break. I vow to work harder!
X
XXXXXXX
X
The Freedom to Hate
X
Spock and Uhura's plan to leave town was initially ridiculed by Jim and Gary, but in the end they could only agree with them. They had to get out of here and hope for a better life. At least that was the first decision they made as a team. Just like the decision not to carry out this project for the time being.
Why?
Jim was injured and after Spock's throw the wound was still a little torn. So he had to stay in bed. It was impossible to walk long distances or climb obstacles. They had to wait until the wound had healed enough that such actions would no longer have fatal consequences for him. Even if it made Jim feel useless.
... He hated that feeling the most. Even more than the fact that he hated Spock's plan. There was no hope of a better life. It was just naive thinking that drove them both. Which was strange. Hadn't the Vulcans succumbed to logic? How was naivety logical? The plan was stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Why was it stupid? Because it was Spock's plan and he hated Spock! Just like the fact that Gary went with Uhura to look for shovels so they could bury Kelso's body and he was alone with the pointy ear as a bodyguard.
Damn it, Gary!
Their whole situation was just that unfeeling bastard's fault. Many of his friends would still be alive if ... if ... In all the chaos ...
Bones where are you? I hope you are fine.
"Do you feel any pain?" Came it unexpectedly from the named, hated person next to him.
Jim was still lying in the musty bed from the shabby building while Spock sat next to him on the floor. They didn't even want to risk the way back to the wreck for fear that Jim would collapse.
"Of course I have!" He snapped back and stared stubbornly out the window. Of course it was childish. The principle, if I don't see you, you won't see me either, didn't work. Still, it made it so much easier to swallow his hatred so that he didn't attack the guy again. That and the targeted throw from earlier.
"I beg your pardon if I wasn't clear enough. I wanted to know if you are in a lot of pain that requires my intervention," the Vulcan continued, without having heard Jim's tone of voice that he wanted to be left alone.
"And what do you want to do then? Give me painkillers? "Jim asked mockingly. As if the bum could help him.
"Not that," Spock replied simply. "As a Vulcan, I could calm your mind and distract you from the pain."
Touch telepath, Jim recalled, giving him a warning glare.
"You touch me or are in my head, then I'll make sure that I pull your stick out of your ass and hit you with it!"
That threat was clear enough. Even a callous guy like Spock had to understand that.
"What part of the anatomy should the so-called stick be? Since you want to pull it out of the anus, you mean the spine? "
Or maybe not.
"W-" Jim began, but immediately closed his mouth again. Did he really have to explain that now?
The Vulcan watched his speechlessness for a moment as he opened and closed his mouth until he apparently reached enlightenment.
"That was a idiom," he announced almost proudly in his Vulcan manner. "You don't mean the exaggerated use of your words literally, you just wanted to express your feelings more."
Jim was still speechless but found the ability to keep his mouth closed. His roommate had to take that as confusion, as he added. "Vulcans don't use such idioms. We say things directly. "
Yes, he could already have guessed that.
Jim had a headache. "Why didn't Gary take you with him?"
The question wasn't meant seriously, but leave it to a Vulcan to answer it.
"I think Mister Gary thinks it will be a lot easier for him to overpower Uhura if I harm you."
Jim rubbed his face. "Yeah, that sounds like Gary."
He could only hope that they would return as soon as possible. He found it uncomfortable to be stuck in this building. He would clearly have preferred the old wreck of a spaceship. After all, this canyon was not teeming with enemies and he could sleep better. ... Maybe it was just because it was a spaceship. In this way he was able to convince himself of a freedom that was no longer possible for him.
Sometimes when he closed his eyes he tried to imagine what his spaceship would sound like. The view into the infinite space. The interactions of the crew.
And when he opened his eyes again, he was rummaging through the dirt, stumbling over corpses and asking himself every day why go on? Their fate was already determined. They would be shot in the street. There was no way out. Their corpses would be eaten away by rats. And all one would hear in the world would be the dead silence, since the humans were no longer there.
Why didn't Nero make short work of this? Why?
"You should sleep," suggested Spock and Jim thought for a moment that he had read his mind. But that was impossible because the Vulcan had kept his hands close to him. So it was probably just advice to help him regain his strength faster. Jim had no problem with that either. ... even if Spock was sitting next to him. ... even if he still wanted to kill him ... even if he ...
X
It always amazed him how stubborn humans could be. Mister Kirk had obviously been very exhausted, but seemed to be resisting sleep on the inside. Or did his thoughts not leave him alone? Whatever. In the end, the former cadet succumbed to his tiredness and fell asleep faster than Spock had expected.
It would aid the healing process and hopefully avoid future complications.
Spock felt how he wanted to sigh like a human. It had been stupid to throw Kirk away with so much force. He had known his wound, but he hadn't hold back enough when Kirk took all his anger out on him.
It was probably the skin contact. Spock hadn't been able to stop a few blows from hitting his face and causing unwanted body contact. Any negative emotions Kirk felt for him must have influenced him. They were so strong that in a weak moment of resistance he hadn't thought of the consequences. It was sheer luck that the wound hadn't become infected.
Spock had to be more careful in the future. It could not be ruled out that their new allies were capable of such emotional outbursts again.
His gaze wandered to the wrapped corpse that was kept at the other end of the room. He hadn't planned it that way. According to his calculations, everything should have gone without any major problems. He would have brought the body back so that his friends could bury him and together they could take a step in a more civilized direction.
One should mourn loss and not treat and forget about it like a inconvenience.
... Spock hadn't even been able to mourn his mother in all these years ...
...No! These feelings were a human impulse and illogical in this situation. He had to focus on the most important things. A stable relationship of trust with their new allies. It was unfortunate that Nyota had revealed his identity in anger, but that couldn't be helped. They could still take that one right step, once Nyota and Mister Gary were back they could bury the body as best they could.
Of course it would have been an advantage if they could have saved Mr. Kelso, but unfortunately they had not succeeded.
Spock felt himself getting restless. This happened to him more often over the years due to a lack of meditation. He never found the time. Relaxing his mind would leave him vulnerable to attack and he couldn't ask Nyota to guard him during this time. That was illogical.
Instead, Spock did what he often did in such a situation, he walked around. The movement relaxed him in a different way and distracted him. He wasn't going too far from Mister Kirk either, just in case something should happen.
His good hearing would warn him of danger in time.
X
Jim was not used to dreamless sleep and knew that he must have been very exhausted when that happened. Just like now. He had just slept soundly without taking a step into dreamland, and for that he was grateful. His dreams hadn't been peaceful in years, but just as cruel as reality.
So he was grateful for this exhausted state and would have enjoyed it as long as possible. But he was suddenly awakened when a familiar noise rang out. It wasn't particularly loud, but Jim's brain processed that information for what it was, a hundred percent fatal threat.
A heavy low growl, echoed through the empty hallways of the building, as did the heavy throb of something heavy. Jim immediately shuddered.
Romulan Bloodhounds!
He didn't know about the Romulan animals, but these things seemed to have been bred specifically for hunting. They went up to Jim's chest and had strong jaws that only intimidated you at the sight. These creatures could drag and throw a grown man around as if they were toys.
Jim was even convinced that the Romulans purposely did not feed these monsters so that they could search for humans more effectively. And when he closed his eyes he still heard the screams and saw the fear of death on the faces of the victims as their bones were broken and the flesh torn to pieces while they were alive. These monsters made no distinction between man, woman, or child. Food was food.
Jim's heart was almost beating out of his chest. What should he do?
He turned to the other side to Spock, only to find that the vulcan was no longer in the same room.
Damn it! Where was he? Had he heard that thing and fled? Should Jim be a distraction? Damn Vulcan! No problem! Then he had to come up with something himself! He was good at it! He always did!
...
His wound would prevent him from walking or climbing. Should he even move too much, the wound could reopen, bleed and pull the beast straight towards him.
What should ... what could he do?
His gaze fell on Kelso's body at the other end of the room and he felt his stomach turn.
... Nothing changed in anything he did to survive. It would just give him one more day. Still, Jim knew that afterwards he would hate himself even more than he already did.
X
XXXXXXX
X
Hopefully nobody thought it was that bad written now. It's been a while. I know.
If you don't like something or something doesn't make sense, you can write to me. I am open to criticism as long as it is not "Your fanfiction is SH=&!". I ask for appropriate criticism. I put my heart and soul in here. ^^
In case people are wondering why Spock always says Mister Gary, Gary never introduced himself, so he doesn't and won't know his last name. Seriously! Who cares about last names in such a situation?