Author: Keridwen
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all other characters in this story belong to Paramount and Michael Jan Friedman – Author of "Shadows on the Sun" The rest of the twisted plot is mine.
Chapter 3 - Valuable
The door swung open to reveal the shadowed face of a Nillian guard. At least they were on the right planet. Leonard struggled to his knees, and then to his feet.
"Why are we being held here against our will? You have no right to treat a member of the federation of planets in this manner. We had come to see the prefect of the city of Le'gin and he will be very disappointed that we were so mistreated."
The guard just leered at McCoy and said, "The prefect is dead, and if you don't want to join him, you had best quiet yourself."
The guard laughed then.
"I can sense you have a lot of bravery for one so powerless Doctor. You are also not as dimwitted as we suspected you off worlders to be."
McCoy frantically checked his belt, but the psionic shield was gone. The guard held up the small federation device and waved it in front of the Doctors face. Then he took it in both hands and crushed it to powder. He laughed at McCoy's pitiful attempt to shield his astonishment and fear. Torturing these defenseless earthers would be very entertaining.
"Jocelyn raised her head from the ground and, fighting back tears, glared at the guard.
He sensed her feelings and then directed his full attention to her. He laughed a nervous laugh and then stepped back.
"You have a forceful will, and much hate. I pity the man who would choose a you for a life mate."
Leonard turned a different shade of red and yelled at the guard.
"Well… are you just going to stand there and read our minds; we can bloody well tell you ourselves that we hate you, we hate being here, we hate the situation were in, and .. Oh yes, FOR FUTURE REFRENCE, we hate each other too. Now that I have saved you a few steps do you mind doing something useful… why don't you tell us why we are here."
"You are here," the guard shouted back at McCoy with an equal amount of gusto, "Because my master wills it. And because you," he shoved his energy weapon into McCoy's chest for effect, "are Valuable. You are a federation officer, and we will use you to bargain with our government for what we want. The council of prefects doesn't want to anger the mighty starship orbiting our planet at this very moment, and so… YOU Are VALUABLE TO US."
The guard too a deep breath and then belted the Doctor in the jaw, sending him flying across the room to land against the wall. He melted onto the floor like a puddle of jello and didn't get up again.
"And you tell him when he wakes up", said the guard to Jocelyn as he closed the door, " that after he ceases to be valuable, I will enjoy killing him very slowly."
And with that he left to go get council from his friends for the emotions he has just lost control of. They would have to be tempered and controlled if he was to continue in his duties. His hate was his most powerful weapon, and he wasn't about to let it get unruly because of a few measly outworlders.
Captains Personal Log:
I don't know what to do. There, I've put off admitting that for way to long. It feels good to say it.
Starfleet won't let me stay longer. The federation wants the Enterprise out of this system as well. I received a message from the President this morning on the priority one channel. He tells me that we need to let the situation calm down. He says, and I quote,
"The Federation can not be seen as a force that will meddle in every planetary disturbance. We must withdraw our inquiries for a time until the ramifications of this terrorist attack blows over and we can reopen negotiations with the planet Nilana."
As a Captain I must follow my orders of course. But as a friend…
I just don't know.
Mr. Spock suggested that I put in a request for a new Chief Medical Officer. I have never come so close to punching my First Officer until now. I realized then that he was telling me to do exactly what Bones would have wanted me to do.
For a Vulcan, he sure understands humans very well.
Still, I keep heading for sickbay to find my answers. The one person who could give them to me is no longer there.
(A bump and a muttered explicative comes from the log)
End log.
Captain James Kirk stopped his dictation to look at the vase of flowers that he had knocked over. Muttering again he knelt down and set the thing back on the dresser. He had been discussing his feelings and pacing through the room without watching where he was going. On his way to his feet he glanced at his safe.
Damn
There was another thing that he had forgotten in the past twenty-four hours. Slowly he opened the safe and withdrew a slim gold file card. He remembered the day McCoy had given it to him.
(Months earlier)
"Here is my report on that disease from Psi 2000. This time the spelling is all correct. Damn but your picky."
"Thank you Doctor,"
Kirk looked up to notice that McCoy was still standing in front of him. There was another computer tape in his hand.
"What is it."
"I …um…. Well, I have been neglecting to give you this. You should have received it when I first cam aboard, Captain."
Kirk knew what it was then. All of his officers had given him their request tapes, in the event of a death, disaster, or disappearance, except for McCoy. He had not worried. The odds of losing ones medical officer were even lower that losing ones first officer. As far as Kirk was concerned, there was no rush. He took the tape and smiled at his friend.
"Are you planning on being dead any time soon, Doctor?"
"I might if you keep sticking me in that Dammed transporter!"
They had spent a few minutes laughing over that before McCoy had gone back to sickbay.
Now, he really was gone. Kirk felt tears grow in his eyes as he slid the slim gold card into the computer. Stubbornly, he refused to let them fall.
The will was short, as a doctor, McCoy hated the long and drawn out nuances involved with death. He preferred to celebrate life instead. After all the property was taken care of, McCoy looked up from the paper he had bee reading and smiled at his friend. It was almost as if Kirk could speak to him throught the screen.
"I don't intend for you to ever hear this, Jim. I often suspect that you will go before me. You take way to many chances with your life."
His tone grew serious then.
"Jim, I do have one personal request. Joanna. Will you tell her personally? Don't let here receive one of those God-awful letters you write to family members.
Do you remember our first trip to Centaurus? She was so young. I told you then that I met "whats-her-name" somewhere in Georgia.
Well here name was Jocelyn Darnell."
The Doctor paused as if he had to steel himself to even talk about his ex wife.
"I loved her, sometimes I think I still do. Will you let her know as well…
Alright, enough of this clap trap, I have work to get to, see you on the other side, Jim"
The tape ended there.
"Jocelyn Darnell" Kirk muttered. "No wonder."
He was glad that McCoy hadn't been mad at him during the last minutes of his life. Now there was nothing he could do about Jocelyn, but he was glad that at least they were together in a place where they could at last find some closure.
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all other characters in this story belong to Paramount and Michael Jan Friedman – Author of "Shadows on the Sun" The rest of the twisted plot is mine.
Chapter 3 - Valuable
The door swung open to reveal the shadowed face of a Nillian guard. At least they were on the right planet. Leonard struggled to his knees, and then to his feet.
"Why are we being held here against our will? You have no right to treat a member of the federation of planets in this manner. We had come to see the prefect of the city of Le'gin and he will be very disappointed that we were so mistreated."
The guard just leered at McCoy and said, "The prefect is dead, and if you don't want to join him, you had best quiet yourself."
The guard laughed then.
"I can sense you have a lot of bravery for one so powerless Doctor. You are also not as dimwitted as we suspected you off worlders to be."
McCoy frantically checked his belt, but the psionic shield was gone. The guard held up the small federation device and waved it in front of the Doctors face. Then he took it in both hands and crushed it to powder. He laughed at McCoy's pitiful attempt to shield his astonishment and fear. Torturing these defenseless earthers would be very entertaining.
"Jocelyn raised her head from the ground and, fighting back tears, glared at the guard.
He sensed her feelings and then directed his full attention to her. He laughed a nervous laugh and then stepped back.
"You have a forceful will, and much hate. I pity the man who would choose a you for a life mate."
Leonard turned a different shade of red and yelled at the guard.
"Well… are you just going to stand there and read our minds; we can bloody well tell you ourselves that we hate you, we hate being here, we hate the situation were in, and .. Oh yes, FOR FUTURE REFRENCE, we hate each other too. Now that I have saved you a few steps do you mind doing something useful… why don't you tell us why we are here."
"You are here," the guard shouted back at McCoy with an equal amount of gusto, "Because my master wills it. And because you," he shoved his energy weapon into McCoy's chest for effect, "are Valuable. You are a federation officer, and we will use you to bargain with our government for what we want. The council of prefects doesn't want to anger the mighty starship orbiting our planet at this very moment, and so… YOU Are VALUABLE TO US."
The guard too a deep breath and then belted the Doctor in the jaw, sending him flying across the room to land against the wall. He melted onto the floor like a puddle of jello and didn't get up again.
"And you tell him when he wakes up", said the guard to Jocelyn as he closed the door, " that after he ceases to be valuable, I will enjoy killing him very slowly."
And with that he left to go get council from his friends for the emotions he has just lost control of. They would have to be tempered and controlled if he was to continue in his duties. His hate was his most powerful weapon, and he wasn't about to let it get unruly because of a few measly outworlders.
Captains Personal Log:
I don't know what to do. There, I've put off admitting that for way to long. It feels good to say it.
Starfleet won't let me stay longer. The federation wants the Enterprise out of this system as well. I received a message from the President this morning on the priority one channel. He tells me that we need to let the situation calm down. He says, and I quote,
"The Federation can not be seen as a force that will meddle in every planetary disturbance. We must withdraw our inquiries for a time until the ramifications of this terrorist attack blows over and we can reopen negotiations with the planet Nilana."
As a Captain I must follow my orders of course. But as a friend…
I just don't know.
Mr. Spock suggested that I put in a request for a new Chief Medical Officer. I have never come so close to punching my First Officer until now. I realized then that he was telling me to do exactly what Bones would have wanted me to do.
For a Vulcan, he sure understands humans very well.
Still, I keep heading for sickbay to find my answers. The one person who could give them to me is no longer there.
(A bump and a muttered explicative comes from the log)
End log.
Captain James Kirk stopped his dictation to look at the vase of flowers that he had knocked over. Muttering again he knelt down and set the thing back on the dresser. He had been discussing his feelings and pacing through the room without watching where he was going. On his way to his feet he glanced at his safe.
Damn
There was another thing that he had forgotten in the past twenty-four hours. Slowly he opened the safe and withdrew a slim gold file card. He remembered the day McCoy had given it to him.
(Months earlier)
"Here is my report on that disease from Psi 2000. This time the spelling is all correct. Damn but your picky."
"Thank you Doctor,"
Kirk looked up to notice that McCoy was still standing in front of him. There was another computer tape in his hand.
"What is it."
"I …um…. Well, I have been neglecting to give you this. You should have received it when I first cam aboard, Captain."
Kirk knew what it was then. All of his officers had given him their request tapes, in the event of a death, disaster, or disappearance, except for McCoy. He had not worried. The odds of losing ones medical officer were even lower that losing ones first officer. As far as Kirk was concerned, there was no rush. He took the tape and smiled at his friend.
"Are you planning on being dead any time soon, Doctor?"
"I might if you keep sticking me in that Dammed transporter!"
They had spent a few minutes laughing over that before McCoy had gone back to sickbay.
Now, he really was gone. Kirk felt tears grow in his eyes as he slid the slim gold card into the computer. Stubbornly, he refused to let them fall.
The will was short, as a doctor, McCoy hated the long and drawn out nuances involved with death. He preferred to celebrate life instead. After all the property was taken care of, McCoy looked up from the paper he had bee reading and smiled at his friend. It was almost as if Kirk could speak to him throught the screen.
"I don't intend for you to ever hear this, Jim. I often suspect that you will go before me. You take way to many chances with your life."
His tone grew serious then.
"Jim, I do have one personal request. Joanna. Will you tell her personally? Don't let here receive one of those God-awful letters you write to family members.
Do you remember our first trip to Centaurus? She was so young. I told you then that I met "whats-her-name" somewhere in Georgia.
Well here name was Jocelyn Darnell."
The Doctor paused as if he had to steel himself to even talk about his ex wife.
"I loved her, sometimes I think I still do. Will you let her know as well…
Alright, enough of this clap trap, I have work to get to, see you on the other side, Jim"
The tape ended there.
"Jocelyn Darnell" Kirk muttered. "No wonder."
He was glad that McCoy hadn't been mad at him during the last minutes of his life. Now there was nothing he could do about Jocelyn, but he was glad that at least they were together in a place where they could at last find some closure.