Author: Keridwen
Title: Forgiven
Disclaimer: Wow, It's the middle of the day. I see.... light!
Yes, it is my day off from work, and what do I do? Write fan fiction all
day! Dude! I'm obsessed. Plus, I apologize, I deliberately misleaded you
into believing that Kirk was the one to give them away with my pissed off
remark, I just didn't want you all suspecting what I had planned until I
posted. No, Spock hasn't lost his control, and I don't believe I am
breaking character either. His loss of control can easily be explained.
This takes place quite near the start of the series, and right before "Amok
time" so his loss of control would be normal for most Vulcans at about this
time. (ifyaknowwhatimean) Don't worry Tavia, I have something else in store
for our favorite Captain. And, Elf.Thanks, I thought you had fallen off
the face of the earth, but hey, what can I say, I didn't post a chapter for
two weeks back there. Oh, um Star Trek belongs to......Cid from FFX!
Yeah, I know, makes very little sense, just read!
Congratulations: to Sparrow and Falcon, my best friend and her man who just got back together.
Chapter Sixteen: A Convincing Argument
Kirk came to with a splitting headache.
"Spock, what the hell happened?"
"We were on the verge of being discovered. I thought it was necessary to render you unconscious."
"Good work."
"I was wrong."
"What!"
"I was wrong, you weren't about to give us away."
"Well if I wasn't who was."
"Me."
Kirk became concerned at that. For Spock to admit that he had emotions was one thing. For him to admit that he was unable to control them was another."
"Can you go on?"
"Yes, I am under control."
"What was it that we heard that sparked us off, we were supposed to be gathering technical information, or so I thought."
"We stumbled onto an overly zealous torturer for hire, who was boasting about his latest job."
Kirk's face-hardened to stone.
"I remember. Spock, we have to find him."
"I agree, but unfortunately we have a whole planet to search, and the communications with the ship are out at the moment. It seams that an odd field of distortion has settled over the planet, source unknown."
Kirk groaned as he sat up.
"Ok, we'll deal with that later."
He began to get up, but all of a sudden, the chair that Spock had been sitting on had disappeared. The Vulcan fell to the floor, and a moment later, he too disappeared.
"Spock!"
Kirk jumped up off of the couch he had been sitting upon and had rushed forward. A transporter like noise had sounded behind him and the couch disappeared as well. He backed away as one item after another began to disappear from the room. The carpet, pictures, lamps, and others all vanished in a wavering blue light of some sort. All had vanished until Kirk was the only original thing still left. Then the noise came back and he realized with a sinking sensation, /I'm next/.
And then he too disappeared as well.
"Welcome, Captain Kirk, to the deep research center on Nilana. We call it home, but you may call it Observer 301."
A rather irritating male voice assaulted Kirks ears even before he was fully materialized. He looked around to see Spock, sitting in the same chair that he had been sitting in moments before. The chair was among a pile of other stuff that had come with them. (That's a hell of a way to clean house) Kirk thought as he looked around.
Observer 301 looked like every other underground Federation installation that Kirk had seen. Various rooms were carved into the natural rock. Transportable machinery and living accommodations were the only visible décor.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Niles, head physician for this place. Out leader, Dr. Whitefield will be with you shortly, she with a patient right now."
"I don't care, said Kirk not giving Niles a chance to finish, we will see her right away."
Niles didn't fight the Captain. Perhaps he didn't was to have a conflict so early in their meeting. Kirk followed Niles out of the room, pelting him with routine questions about observer 301. Spock followed at a discreet distance, waiting for his chance.
It cam quite soon. A fork in the tunnels led the Captain and Doctor Niles down a lighted corridor. Spock veered off the left and took the darker path. The Doctor ahead didn't seem to notice his absence, so he kept on moving.
..........
"Ah, Captain Kirk, how nice to meet you.. Niles, where is the other one?"
Doctor Niles looked around him in confusion.
"Um, I don't know, he was right behind us."
"No matter, he will be found."
Kirk smiled and stepped forward.
"You sound quite sure, Doctor."
"Whitefield, and yes, I am sure, our security down here is top of the line. Your first officer won't get very far."
"Ah, I see, you don't know my first officer very well then."
"You doubt my intelligence, Captain Kirk? Well, let's see, your first officers name is Spock, son of ambassador Sarek of Vulcan. I have his given name written down somewhere here, but id is quite unpronounceable. At any rate, his mother is Lady Amanda, form Earth, Oregon to be specific. He holds the rank of Lieutenant commander, but is due for promotion quite soon. He had been under your service since you took command from retiring Captain Christopher Pike about a year and a half ago."
Kirk gave the woman in front of him one of his most charming smiles. She frowned in return.
"I also know just as much about you Captain Kirk, so don't push me."
Kirk stepped forward and cut to the chase.
"Doctor Whitefield, I am impressed. The fact remains that you know something else as well. Something you are keeping from me, and something that I need to save the life of one of my officers."
"You mean Leonard McCoy, right. Of course, an old acquaintance of yours. You first met him when he was your physician after your nasty encounter with the Pirates at Epsilon Canaris III.** How is your knee by the way?"
"Just fine."
"He is an old friend of yours, is he not Captain? That is why you asked him to take the place of the retiring CMO. Don't look surprised at that one Captain, the whole Federation knew about it. What was Starfleet thinking! Putting a young untried Captain in command of one of their finest ships! And what does he go and do, might I ask? He assigns one of Starfleets most untried doctors, a civilian new to space, and dealing with the emotional pressures of a hard divorce, to the high position of Chief Medical officer! How on earth has the Enterprise survived? If you don't mind my asking."
Kirk decided that he most defiantly did not like Doctor Whitefield.
"That is entirely beside the point, doctor."
"Oh, no it isn't, Captain. We saw the result of your inexperience right here on our scanners monitoring the city of Le'Gin. Your oh so inexperienced friend was accidentally beamed down with his ex-wife. You and your first officer should have known about this before you sent such a potentially dangerous person down here to a defenseless planet."
"Dangerous! Leonard McCoy would never."
"O Wouldn't he Captain. Don't tell me what he is Capable of. I sat here and watched it with my own eyes! Look!" Doctor Whitefield turned on a screen near her. "Your friend had a concealed phaser in his medical bag. The landing party beamed down and he proceeded to cut down everyone in his path. No doubt seeing the woman who had cause him so much pain, who had drove him into space, emotionally unprepared for what lay before him, caused him to crack."
"Kirk watched, unbelieving, as he saw Bones pull a phaser out of his bag and cut down Jocelyn Darnell. Then he turned on the crowd. People ran screaming, and then there was an explosion, and then the screen went black.
"Doctor McCoy was held as a terrorist by the Nilian government. I'm sure it was quite unpleasant for him, but do not worry, Captain, the suffering in his tortured sick mind is now over. A speedy trial was deemed the most merciful way to go and the Nilian Parliament sentenced him yesterday. He was executed early this morning."
"That's a lie, how come I wasn't informed? The Enterprise is right overhead in orbit."
"Not, anymore it isn't," sneered Doctor Whitefield, as the others left the room. "We blocked your communicators, so the Nilian Government could notify your communications officer, Lt. Uhura, of the trial. We also have heard from our sources back at Starfleet that she was ordered to bring the Enterprise back to space dock. Thanks to your inexperience, Captain, your friend caused an intergalactic incident that won't be easy to fix, and I shall enjoy sending this report to Starfleet."
Dr. Whitefield turned to leave.
"I do, however offer you our hospitality while you wait for Federation Special Forces to pick you up for you trial. You will be held accountable for this mess, of course. Good day."
The door slammed behind Kirk as he sank to a chair, shocked.
** Crisis on Centaurus by Brad Ferguson
Sorry, I know, I know, I am evil incarnate. Flame if you wish,
Think of it this way.that ending should be really good now, right!
Yeah, I know, makes very little sense, just read!
Congratulations: to Sparrow and Falcon, my best friend and her man who just got back together.
Chapter Sixteen: A Convincing Argument
Kirk came to with a splitting headache.
"Spock, what the hell happened?"
"We were on the verge of being discovered. I thought it was necessary to render you unconscious."
"Good work."
"I was wrong."
"What!"
"I was wrong, you weren't about to give us away."
"Well if I wasn't who was."
"Me."
Kirk became concerned at that. For Spock to admit that he had emotions was one thing. For him to admit that he was unable to control them was another."
"Can you go on?"
"Yes, I am under control."
"What was it that we heard that sparked us off, we were supposed to be gathering technical information, or so I thought."
"We stumbled onto an overly zealous torturer for hire, who was boasting about his latest job."
Kirk's face-hardened to stone.
"I remember. Spock, we have to find him."
"I agree, but unfortunately we have a whole planet to search, and the communications with the ship are out at the moment. It seams that an odd field of distortion has settled over the planet, source unknown."
Kirk groaned as he sat up.
"Ok, we'll deal with that later."
He began to get up, but all of a sudden, the chair that Spock had been sitting on had disappeared. The Vulcan fell to the floor, and a moment later, he too disappeared.
"Spock!"
Kirk jumped up off of the couch he had been sitting upon and had rushed forward. A transporter like noise had sounded behind him and the couch disappeared as well. He backed away as one item after another began to disappear from the room. The carpet, pictures, lamps, and others all vanished in a wavering blue light of some sort. All had vanished until Kirk was the only original thing still left. Then the noise came back and he realized with a sinking sensation, /I'm next/.
And then he too disappeared as well.
"Welcome, Captain Kirk, to the deep research center on Nilana. We call it home, but you may call it Observer 301."
A rather irritating male voice assaulted Kirks ears even before he was fully materialized. He looked around to see Spock, sitting in the same chair that he had been sitting in moments before. The chair was among a pile of other stuff that had come with them. (That's a hell of a way to clean house) Kirk thought as he looked around.
Observer 301 looked like every other underground Federation installation that Kirk had seen. Various rooms were carved into the natural rock. Transportable machinery and living accommodations were the only visible décor.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Niles, head physician for this place. Out leader, Dr. Whitefield will be with you shortly, she with a patient right now."
"I don't care, said Kirk not giving Niles a chance to finish, we will see her right away."
Niles didn't fight the Captain. Perhaps he didn't was to have a conflict so early in their meeting. Kirk followed Niles out of the room, pelting him with routine questions about observer 301. Spock followed at a discreet distance, waiting for his chance.
It cam quite soon. A fork in the tunnels led the Captain and Doctor Niles down a lighted corridor. Spock veered off the left and took the darker path. The Doctor ahead didn't seem to notice his absence, so he kept on moving.
..........
"Ah, Captain Kirk, how nice to meet you.. Niles, where is the other one?"
Doctor Niles looked around him in confusion.
"Um, I don't know, he was right behind us."
"No matter, he will be found."
Kirk smiled and stepped forward.
"You sound quite sure, Doctor."
"Whitefield, and yes, I am sure, our security down here is top of the line. Your first officer won't get very far."
"Ah, I see, you don't know my first officer very well then."
"You doubt my intelligence, Captain Kirk? Well, let's see, your first officers name is Spock, son of ambassador Sarek of Vulcan. I have his given name written down somewhere here, but id is quite unpronounceable. At any rate, his mother is Lady Amanda, form Earth, Oregon to be specific. He holds the rank of Lieutenant commander, but is due for promotion quite soon. He had been under your service since you took command from retiring Captain Christopher Pike about a year and a half ago."
Kirk gave the woman in front of him one of his most charming smiles. She frowned in return.
"I also know just as much about you Captain Kirk, so don't push me."
Kirk stepped forward and cut to the chase.
"Doctor Whitefield, I am impressed. The fact remains that you know something else as well. Something you are keeping from me, and something that I need to save the life of one of my officers."
"You mean Leonard McCoy, right. Of course, an old acquaintance of yours. You first met him when he was your physician after your nasty encounter with the Pirates at Epsilon Canaris III.** How is your knee by the way?"
"Just fine."
"He is an old friend of yours, is he not Captain? That is why you asked him to take the place of the retiring CMO. Don't look surprised at that one Captain, the whole Federation knew about it. What was Starfleet thinking! Putting a young untried Captain in command of one of their finest ships! And what does he go and do, might I ask? He assigns one of Starfleets most untried doctors, a civilian new to space, and dealing with the emotional pressures of a hard divorce, to the high position of Chief Medical officer! How on earth has the Enterprise survived? If you don't mind my asking."
Kirk decided that he most defiantly did not like Doctor Whitefield.
"That is entirely beside the point, doctor."
"Oh, no it isn't, Captain. We saw the result of your inexperience right here on our scanners monitoring the city of Le'Gin. Your oh so inexperienced friend was accidentally beamed down with his ex-wife. You and your first officer should have known about this before you sent such a potentially dangerous person down here to a defenseless planet."
"Dangerous! Leonard McCoy would never."
"O Wouldn't he Captain. Don't tell me what he is Capable of. I sat here and watched it with my own eyes! Look!" Doctor Whitefield turned on a screen near her. "Your friend had a concealed phaser in his medical bag. The landing party beamed down and he proceeded to cut down everyone in his path. No doubt seeing the woman who had cause him so much pain, who had drove him into space, emotionally unprepared for what lay before him, caused him to crack."
"Kirk watched, unbelieving, as he saw Bones pull a phaser out of his bag and cut down Jocelyn Darnell. Then he turned on the crowd. People ran screaming, and then there was an explosion, and then the screen went black.
"Doctor McCoy was held as a terrorist by the Nilian government. I'm sure it was quite unpleasant for him, but do not worry, Captain, the suffering in his tortured sick mind is now over. A speedy trial was deemed the most merciful way to go and the Nilian Parliament sentenced him yesterday. He was executed early this morning."
"That's a lie, how come I wasn't informed? The Enterprise is right overhead in orbit."
"Not, anymore it isn't," sneered Doctor Whitefield, as the others left the room. "We blocked your communicators, so the Nilian Government could notify your communications officer, Lt. Uhura, of the trial. We also have heard from our sources back at Starfleet that she was ordered to bring the Enterprise back to space dock. Thanks to your inexperience, Captain, your friend caused an intergalactic incident that won't be easy to fix, and I shall enjoy sending this report to Starfleet."
Dr. Whitefield turned to leave.
"I do, however offer you our hospitality while you wait for Federation Special Forces to pick you up for you trial. You will be held accountable for this mess, of course. Good day."
The door slammed behind Kirk as he sank to a chair, shocked.
** Crisis on Centaurus by Brad Ferguson
Sorry, I know, I know, I am evil incarnate. Flame if you wish,
Think of it this way.that ending should be really good now, right!