Author: Keridwen
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Well it is only midnight so nothing extreme here. I am just
continuing with everyone's favorite Captain courageous. Tavia, I know you
didn't have much luck, but I would also like to meet Rick Berman in person,
frankly I think I would make a good starship Captain, human of course, I
couldn't take all that makeup, SSOOOOOOOOO here goes - I OWN Star Trek
(looks around to see if anyone is watching) Um ok I go write now.
Chapter Fifteen: Logic Prowls Around
Spock calculated that there would be a 93.6 percent chance that they would be contacted when they reached the bases outer perimeter. The scientists on the inside could hardly help but notice a Vulcan, who looked like a Nilian, carrying an unconscious human, who also looked very native, walking up to the old farm that concealed them as Captain Kirk would put it, 'As if they owned the place'.
He was very surprised when no notice was taken at their appearance. He walked up to the farmhouse and opened the door a crack. It looked deserted, but Spock knew that there would be no visible signs that this was anything but an old farmhouse above ground. They had to get down below the surface to the lab.
He set the captain down on what looked to be a couch of some sorts, and checked his pulse. He would be waking up in a minute so Spock had to hurry. Below ground the Captains intense emotions could not be felt by anyone on the surface.
Spock himself was having trouble maintaining his own sense of logic, and that disturbed him greatly. He had carried the Captain away before they had been discovered, but it was not the Captains own emotions that had betrayed them.
It had been his own.
They had been suppressed quickly, of course. He had maintained supreme control as they had traveled through the rest of the city unnoticed. Yet, his loss of control troubled him.
Now that they were out of discovery for the moment, Spock took time to diagnose what he had felt. He found that when his erratic human side became apparent, diagnosis for better understanding was a very good start for eradicating the intense feelings from his being.
He sat down and recalled what the Nilian had said. Apparently doctor McCoy was alive, and was being tortured for whatever he knew about the Federation base, which was substantial. McCoy had been there when Spock had reported his findings to Captain Kirk in detail. Spock supposed that the intense feeling he had felt was fear that the Doctor, no matter how well Starfleet had trained him, would give up the information. Such news would bring intense outcry, not only on Nilana, but on other worlds of the Federation as well.
Yet, it had not been fear, although fear would have been the logical reaction. Emotions weren't logical, however, and Spock realized that he could not discover what he felt as if it were a mathematics equation to be puzzled out. So he meditated, and let the feeling surface again. He needed to identify it, understand it. As he meditated, memories made themselves present in his mind.
(Six months earlier)
Pain, that was all that Spock of Vulcan knew. Intense, excruciating pain.
As he fell to the ground, he heard footsteps come toward him, heard a man's shout. He could not respond, he could not react. The whole of him was busy fighting the intensity of the pain that had invaded him through one poison tipped arrow.
"goddam! Spock!" came the doctor's voice through the pain, any human would be dead by now.
"He felt the Doctor shoot one shot into him after another. He felt his mental control slipping.
"Doctor..no.the shots..I have no control." He managed to gasp. Whatever was in the medication that McCoy was giving him was obviously eating away at his mental barriers. With out his mental control the pain would take him and consume him.
"I know, Spock, this is not massive malpractice, I have to lower you mental control, so the antitoxin can take effect."
Spock began to fight the Doctor, but he didn't have enough strength.
"Spock, trust me, I am trying to save your life!"
"Never..been..done."
"Hah, there is a first for everything, hold on Spock."
McCoy gave him another shot, and the pain, to Spock's supreme unbelief, became worse. He was on the brink of unconsciousness, his body convulsed, and McCoy held him down with a strength the Doctor only exhibited when a life was in the balance.
"I am.dying.doctor."
"Shutup! You are not!"
"Tell.the Captain.."
"Didn't I tell you to shutup Spock? I am not going to let you die!"
Spock's mental control was almost gone now, and he could feel the drugs taking effect. He could also feel something else. With his mental barriers gone, he could feel McCoy's determination that he survive. As the Doctor gripped Spock's wrist to check the pulse, Spock grabbed the Doctor's arm, and held on to that determination.
McCoy could feel something happening to him. As Spock gripped his arm, he felt energy draining from him as if her were a battery. His first reaction was to pull away, but as he did, Spock's pulse, which had been rising, dropped again. He then realized that the Vulcan had been trying to save his own life by taking energy from McCoy. Spock's eyes were hazy when he looked into them, but he was still conscious.
"I...understand.Doctor."
"What the hell was that?" Spock?"
"An ability.I thought only Vulcans.Could.It is the transfer of life force..**"
That last speech had drained Spock, and once again began to slip quickly away. McCoy didn't stop to think about the effect this would have on himself, he gripped Spock's hand for all he was worth and did his best to concentrate, to give what he had to save the other.
"Hold on Spock.Your with a friend...let me help!"
(Later)
Spock woke up the next day to find himself in a biobed in sickbay. The Captain was hovering over him, and, as usual, so was nurse Chapel.
What was not usual was that Dr. McCoy was missing.
Spock experienced a perfectly logical moment of fear. The Vulcan technique of the transfer of life force was extremely dangerous. Many had given their lives during the process.
"Where is Dr. McCoy?" were the first shaky words out of his mouth. He saw Captain Kirk smile and move aside. The doctor was resting peacefully on the biobed right next to Spock.
"What happened down there, Spock? Nurse Chapel tells me that they found you sleeping peacefully with the remains of a highly deadly toxin in your blood stream, and McCoy was collapsed next to you unconscious. We thought he'd go into a coma, but they got to him just in. time."
Spock looked at the Doctor, puzzled by the irrationality of it all. H would have been a goner anyway, but McCoy had risked his own life to bring him back by a procedure he did not totally understand.
It took several days for McCoy to fully recover. When asked about his highly illogical actions, the doctor had spent as much time as he could, ranting at Spock for being an ungratefulsonofaVulcan. Then, when it was clear that Spock expected an answer, he signed and explained.
"It's something we humans call hope, Spock. That's why we have Doctors at all. It's why we bother to heal and so save people's lives. We hope that the next second, that extra second of life will be better than the last."
Spock now understood the emotion that had escaped him in the city. It was a reaction to the fact that a colleague, no a friend, was in danger of losing his life. A combination of fear, anger, and hope.
It was a fact. McCoy was not dead.
Spock sat up and came to his conclusion. To eradicate that feeling for the time being, he only had to accomplish one thing, although he would probably regret it later on. He would have to save Doctor McCoy.
A sound came from the couch, and then a moan. Captain Kirk was waking up.
BREATH PEOPLE! DO NOT PANIC!
I posted another chapter.
Yeah thank me later with reviews galore.
** transfer of life force idea, from Triangle, by Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath
Chapter Fifteen: Logic Prowls Around
Spock calculated that there would be a 93.6 percent chance that they would be contacted when they reached the bases outer perimeter. The scientists on the inside could hardly help but notice a Vulcan, who looked like a Nilian, carrying an unconscious human, who also looked very native, walking up to the old farm that concealed them as Captain Kirk would put it, 'As if they owned the place'.
He was very surprised when no notice was taken at their appearance. He walked up to the farmhouse and opened the door a crack. It looked deserted, but Spock knew that there would be no visible signs that this was anything but an old farmhouse above ground. They had to get down below the surface to the lab.
He set the captain down on what looked to be a couch of some sorts, and checked his pulse. He would be waking up in a minute so Spock had to hurry. Below ground the Captains intense emotions could not be felt by anyone on the surface.
Spock himself was having trouble maintaining his own sense of logic, and that disturbed him greatly. He had carried the Captain away before they had been discovered, but it was not the Captains own emotions that had betrayed them.
It had been his own.
They had been suppressed quickly, of course. He had maintained supreme control as they had traveled through the rest of the city unnoticed. Yet, his loss of control troubled him.
Now that they were out of discovery for the moment, Spock took time to diagnose what he had felt. He found that when his erratic human side became apparent, diagnosis for better understanding was a very good start for eradicating the intense feelings from his being.
He sat down and recalled what the Nilian had said. Apparently doctor McCoy was alive, and was being tortured for whatever he knew about the Federation base, which was substantial. McCoy had been there when Spock had reported his findings to Captain Kirk in detail. Spock supposed that the intense feeling he had felt was fear that the Doctor, no matter how well Starfleet had trained him, would give up the information. Such news would bring intense outcry, not only on Nilana, but on other worlds of the Federation as well.
Yet, it had not been fear, although fear would have been the logical reaction. Emotions weren't logical, however, and Spock realized that he could not discover what he felt as if it were a mathematics equation to be puzzled out. So he meditated, and let the feeling surface again. He needed to identify it, understand it. As he meditated, memories made themselves present in his mind.
(Six months earlier)
Pain, that was all that Spock of Vulcan knew. Intense, excruciating pain.
As he fell to the ground, he heard footsteps come toward him, heard a man's shout. He could not respond, he could not react. The whole of him was busy fighting the intensity of the pain that had invaded him through one poison tipped arrow.
"goddam! Spock!" came the doctor's voice through the pain, any human would be dead by now.
"He felt the Doctor shoot one shot into him after another. He felt his mental control slipping.
"Doctor..no.the shots..I have no control." He managed to gasp. Whatever was in the medication that McCoy was giving him was obviously eating away at his mental barriers. With out his mental control the pain would take him and consume him.
"I know, Spock, this is not massive malpractice, I have to lower you mental control, so the antitoxin can take effect."
Spock began to fight the Doctor, but he didn't have enough strength.
"Spock, trust me, I am trying to save your life!"
"Never..been..done."
"Hah, there is a first for everything, hold on Spock."
McCoy gave him another shot, and the pain, to Spock's supreme unbelief, became worse. He was on the brink of unconsciousness, his body convulsed, and McCoy held him down with a strength the Doctor only exhibited when a life was in the balance.
"I am.dying.doctor."
"Shutup! You are not!"
"Tell.the Captain.."
"Didn't I tell you to shutup Spock? I am not going to let you die!"
Spock's mental control was almost gone now, and he could feel the drugs taking effect. He could also feel something else. With his mental barriers gone, he could feel McCoy's determination that he survive. As the Doctor gripped Spock's wrist to check the pulse, Spock grabbed the Doctor's arm, and held on to that determination.
McCoy could feel something happening to him. As Spock gripped his arm, he felt energy draining from him as if her were a battery. His first reaction was to pull away, but as he did, Spock's pulse, which had been rising, dropped again. He then realized that the Vulcan had been trying to save his own life by taking energy from McCoy. Spock's eyes were hazy when he looked into them, but he was still conscious.
"I...understand.Doctor."
"What the hell was that?" Spock?"
"An ability.I thought only Vulcans.Could.It is the transfer of life force..**"
That last speech had drained Spock, and once again began to slip quickly away. McCoy didn't stop to think about the effect this would have on himself, he gripped Spock's hand for all he was worth and did his best to concentrate, to give what he had to save the other.
"Hold on Spock.Your with a friend...let me help!"
(Later)
Spock woke up the next day to find himself in a biobed in sickbay. The Captain was hovering over him, and, as usual, so was nurse Chapel.
What was not usual was that Dr. McCoy was missing.
Spock experienced a perfectly logical moment of fear. The Vulcan technique of the transfer of life force was extremely dangerous. Many had given their lives during the process.
"Where is Dr. McCoy?" were the first shaky words out of his mouth. He saw Captain Kirk smile and move aside. The doctor was resting peacefully on the biobed right next to Spock.
"What happened down there, Spock? Nurse Chapel tells me that they found you sleeping peacefully with the remains of a highly deadly toxin in your blood stream, and McCoy was collapsed next to you unconscious. We thought he'd go into a coma, but they got to him just in. time."
Spock looked at the Doctor, puzzled by the irrationality of it all. H would have been a goner anyway, but McCoy had risked his own life to bring him back by a procedure he did not totally understand.
It took several days for McCoy to fully recover. When asked about his highly illogical actions, the doctor had spent as much time as he could, ranting at Spock for being an ungratefulsonofaVulcan. Then, when it was clear that Spock expected an answer, he signed and explained.
"It's something we humans call hope, Spock. That's why we have Doctors at all. It's why we bother to heal and so save people's lives. We hope that the next second, that extra second of life will be better than the last."
Spock now understood the emotion that had escaped him in the city. It was a reaction to the fact that a colleague, no a friend, was in danger of losing his life. A combination of fear, anger, and hope.
It was a fact. McCoy was not dead.
Spock sat up and came to his conclusion. To eradicate that feeling for the time being, he only had to accomplish one thing, although he would probably regret it later on. He would have to save Doctor McCoy.
A sound came from the couch, and then a moan. Captain Kirk was waking up.
BREATH PEOPLE! DO NOT PANIC!
I posted another chapter.
Yeah thank me later with reviews galore.
** transfer of life force idea, from Triangle, by Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath