After a long day of patching up the Captain yet again, McCoy began to clean up his desk, and return to his quarters. The captain was sleeping, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip away. The corridors outside sickbay were strangely quiet, so quiet he could hear his heartbeat. He then remembered how late it was, and didn't think anything more about it. He had almost made it to the turbo lift, when he heard some whispering.
"Luke! What if someone finds us?" One man with a deep husky voice whispered.
"They won't find us if you be quiet, stupid!" McCoy was sure he recognized that voice. "We need those papers! We can't just leave. I know she said she hid them in sickbay!"
"What about the doctor?" The man questioned.
"He won't be any problem at all. Let's go!"
"Luke Dorian!" McCoy exclaimed to himself. McCoy was left in a panic. What should he do? The footsteps of the men grew closer. Then he remembered the Captain in sickbay he stood silent for a minute in indecision. That was just long enough for the men to spot him. He began to walk back towards sickbay, trying to pretend he didn't see them. The men, however, came right up to him.
"Doctor! Good Day! We came to see how Jim was doing." Luke shook McCoy's hand warmly.
"He was sleeping when I left; I was just going to check on him," McCoy lied.
"Like we said, Doctor, we want to see the Captain. Is that a problem?" Zed replied gruffly.
"I suppose not, if he's awake." McCoy was trapped. "Come on this way." McCoy led them silently down the corridor and into sickbay. His mind raced for some solution. He found none except to pray that Jim was still asleep, and that he could convince Dorian and his officer to come back later. The captain's shallow breathing and still form indicated he was still sleeping soundly. Not that McCoy expected anything different. "See, I told you, he's sleeping. I will let him know that you came."
The men looked at each other, and nodded. McCoy began to sweat. What did they really want? What papers were they talking about? The seconds they stood slient seemed to last for centuries until the officer with Luke spoke up.
"Alright, doctor. Zed and I think that you were eavesdropping on us just a moment ago. Is that true?"
"Eavesdropping? I told you, I was going to check on Jim." McCoy played innocent.
"Oh, I see, you were listening. Well, I guess we'll have to take care of that won't we? If anyone found out our plans it could mean death. You wouldn't want to bring that on us would you? You of all people, a doctor." Dorian watched as sweat poured from McCoy's brow. "Zed, do your job."
"No...please...I..." McCoy stuttered. In a nanosecond, Zed whipped out a phaser, and shot McCoy in the head on heavy stun. Not enough to kill, but enough to knock him out. Then the men looked through his pockets for anything useful. They found some keys and took them. Then they quickly dragged him behind a bed, and searched in vain for the papers they were looking for. They turned sickbay inside out, but couldn't find what they were looking for.
"Luke?" Zed asked.
"Yes, Zed."
"Luke, I think that the doctor will remember us when he wakes up. Shouldn't we do something about it. If he goes and tells his precious captain or that Vulcan freak on us then we will be in big trouble."
"What can you do?" Luke answered seeing the reasoning of his first officer.
"Well, I tinkered with some chemicals recently, and I created a concoction using some Romulan techniques that causes a person to lose his memory temporarily depending on how much you give him." Zed was a chemist in his spare time, always inventing some new potion.
"Well use enough to make him forget for a week or so. It won't kill him will it? He won't regain his memory suddenly would he?" Dorian didn't wait for an answer. "We will have found it in a week. We just have to keep stalling the tests." McCoy began to stir on the floor. "Hurry!" he whispered.
"Ok I am going!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hypospray and quickly pressed it into the arm of the doctor's slumped body.
"Let's go! It's not here! It must be somewhere else!" Luke whispered.
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Spock left the bridge after completing some tests to compare notes with Commander Scott. He decided that it would be logical to stop at sickbay and check on the Captain's condition and inform him of what he discovered regarding the testing. He went down the corridor, and stopped outside of sickbay. He debated whether to tell him what he had discovered or wait and verify it with Commander Scott. He entered sickbay to find furniture knocked over, supplies strewn about on the floor, and cabinets open. The first thing he thought of was the captain. He checked the monitors above the captain's bed, and saw that at least it had not been tampered with. The captain slept peacefully. On the floor, on the far side of the bed was someone lying on the floor. Spock knelt down next to him, and recognized the slumped form of Dr. McCoy.
"Doctor!" Spock said. Dr. McCoy was obviously knocked unconscious by a severe phaser wound to his head. He would have some headache when he woke up. Just about that time, Nurse Chapel walked in.
"My Gosh!" she exclaimed as she saw the cluttered sickbay. Then she caught sight of Spock. "Mr. Spock, sir? What is it?"
"I have not been able to examine the room fully, but I believe that someone was looking for something, and Dr. McCoy," he gestured at the slumped form of the doctor lying on the floor. "Caught them in the act. Obviously he had seen them, and knew who they were. I believe you should attend to the Doctor. I shall endeavor to find out who and why." Spock strode out of sickbay staying only long enough to assist the nurse in lifting McCoy to a nearby bed. Contemplating the situation, he hurried back to the bridge.
"Luke! What if someone finds us?" One man with a deep husky voice whispered.
"They won't find us if you be quiet, stupid!" McCoy was sure he recognized that voice. "We need those papers! We can't just leave. I know she said she hid them in sickbay!"
"What about the doctor?" The man questioned.
"He won't be any problem at all. Let's go!"
"Luke Dorian!" McCoy exclaimed to himself. McCoy was left in a panic. What should he do? The footsteps of the men grew closer. Then he remembered the Captain in sickbay he stood silent for a minute in indecision. That was just long enough for the men to spot him. He began to walk back towards sickbay, trying to pretend he didn't see them. The men, however, came right up to him.
"Doctor! Good Day! We came to see how Jim was doing." Luke shook McCoy's hand warmly.
"He was sleeping when I left; I was just going to check on him," McCoy lied.
"Like we said, Doctor, we want to see the Captain. Is that a problem?" Zed replied gruffly.
"I suppose not, if he's awake." McCoy was trapped. "Come on this way." McCoy led them silently down the corridor and into sickbay. His mind raced for some solution. He found none except to pray that Jim was still asleep, and that he could convince Dorian and his officer to come back later. The captain's shallow breathing and still form indicated he was still sleeping soundly. Not that McCoy expected anything different. "See, I told you, he's sleeping. I will let him know that you came."
The men looked at each other, and nodded. McCoy began to sweat. What did they really want? What papers were they talking about? The seconds they stood slient seemed to last for centuries until the officer with Luke spoke up.
"Alright, doctor. Zed and I think that you were eavesdropping on us just a moment ago. Is that true?"
"Eavesdropping? I told you, I was going to check on Jim." McCoy played innocent.
"Oh, I see, you were listening. Well, I guess we'll have to take care of that won't we? If anyone found out our plans it could mean death. You wouldn't want to bring that on us would you? You of all people, a doctor." Dorian watched as sweat poured from McCoy's brow. "Zed, do your job."
"No...please...I..." McCoy stuttered. In a nanosecond, Zed whipped out a phaser, and shot McCoy in the head on heavy stun. Not enough to kill, but enough to knock him out. Then the men looked through his pockets for anything useful. They found some keys and took them. Then they quickly dragged him behind a bed, and searched in vain for the papers they were looking for. They turned sickbay inside out, but couldn't find what they were looking for.
"Luke?" Zed asked.
"Yes, Zed."
"Luke, I think that the doctor will remember us when he wakes up. Shouldn't we do something about it. If he goes and tells his precious captain or that Vulcan freak on us then we will be in big trouble."
"What can you do?" Luke answered seeing the reasoning of his first officer.
"Well, I tinkered with some chemicals recently, and I created a concoction using some Romulan techniques that causes a person to lose his memory temporarily depending on how much you give him." Zed was a chemist in his spare time, always inventing some new potion.
"Well use enough to make him forget for a week or so. It won't kill him will it? He won't regain his memory suddenly would he?" Dorian didn't wait for an answer. "We will have found it in a week. We just have to keep stalling the tests." McCoy began to stir on the floor. "Hurry!" he whispered.
"Ok I am going!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hypospray and quickly pressed it into the arm of the doctor's slumped body.
"Let's go! It's not here! It must be somewhere else!" Luke whispered.
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Spock left the bridge after completing some tests to compare notes with Commander Scott. He decided that it would be logical to stop at sickbay and check on the Captain's condition and inform him of what he discovered regarding the testing. He went down the corridor, and stopped outside of sickbay. He debated whether to tell him what he had discovered or wait and verify it with Commander Scott. He entered sickbay to find furniture knocked over, supplies strewn about on the floor, and cabinets open. The first thing he thought of was the captain. He checked the monitors above the captain's bed, and saw that at least it had not been tampered with. The captain slept peacefully. On the floor, on the far side of the bed was someone lying on the floor. Spock knelt down next to him, and recognized the slumped form of Dr. McCoy.
"Doctor!" Spock said. Dr. McCoy was obviously knocked unconscious by a severe phaser wound to his head. He would have some headache when he woke up. Just about that time, Nurse Chapel walked in.
"My Gosh!" she exclaimed as she saw the cluttered sickbay. Then she caught sight of Spock. "Mr. Spock, sir? What is it?"
"I have not been able to examine the room fully, but I believe that someone was looking for something, and Dr. McCoy," he gestured at the slumped form of the doctor lying on the floor. "Caught them in the act. Obviously he had seen them, and knew who they were. I believe you should attend to the Doctor. I shall endeavor to find out who and why." Spock strode out of sickbay staying only long enough to assist the nurse in lifting McCoy to a nearby bed. Contemplating the situation, he hurried back to the bridge.