Race Against Time
By Hanakin
Chapter 3
Ladysherlock92: I'm glad everyone is in character. I was worried that I had screwed up the whole ST Universe, but I guess not. Darn. designer1813@yahoo.com:Thanks for your great comments. I love (*REALLY* love) feedback Tavia: You're right. Acknowledgement is always good. Thanks again! (Do you feel special?) Kerwiden:There's nothing wrong with inspirational posters! ^-^ Starseeker:Me? Evil? Well...yeah. cliffhangers are fun!! I *will* attempt to write longer chapters. Ekatay:Slow...good advice. Torture my readers........ He he. I feel loved.
ANYWAYS...on with the story
Spock walked quickly down the corridor on Deck 4, eyes on the padd in his hand. He turned instinctively to the door of Nurse Christine Chapel's quarters, and as the door whooshed open and darkness enveloped him, he blinked rapidly in the sudden change of light. He had left Christine there only an hour or so before, but when he stepped into the darkened room, she was nowhere to be seen.
He glanced around the room, searching for his missing lab partner. The padd he held in his hand contained important information he'd derived from the computer about the Tupola microbe. He had cross-sectioned details from both the experimental terraforming microorganisms and the mysterious ailment that had struck the scientists of Tupola, and found some promising results.
The sheets on her bed were strewn haphazardly around on top of it, and the door to her private restroom was ajar, a small light spilling from the crack. Curious, Spock crept toward the door, slowly pushing it open. Peeking inside, Spock's slanted eyebrows rose abruptly in surprise. He drew in a breath sharply, then berated himself for being caught off guard. Christine was lying awkwardly on the floor, a bruise swelling on her forehead from where she had apparently hit the corner of the sink compartment. It appeared that she had been unconscious for a while, perhaps half an hour.
Moving quickly into action, the padd in his hand clattered to the ground as Spock lifted Christine gently into his arms. He carried her effortlessly to the door and down the hall, earning more than a few odd glances from passing crewmen. After all, it's not very often that the Vulcan first officer goes traipsing down the halls of the Enterprise with the unconscious head nurse in his arms.
Spock entered sickbay, gently laying Christine on one of the sickbeds. She sprawled limply across its surface. He hesitated for a moment, temporarily unsure what to do.
Just then, Dr. McCoy stepped out of his office. He was faintly surprised to find Spock alone in sickbay, but when he saw Christine motionless on the sickbed next to him, he was stunned.
"What the hell happened?!" He exclaimed. Spock didn't even blink.
Suddenly, Christine shifted slightly, and whimpered. Both Spock and McCoy turned to her as she tossed around on the sickbed, and were by her side instantly. She squinted her eyes painfully, and said in a low, raspy voice, "Too bright."
"One-quarter lights." Spock said quietly. The room darkened so that Spock could barely make out the faces of McCoy and Christine.
"How do you feel, Chris?" McCoy said softly.
" Like someone hit me in the head with a sledgehammer. And you?"
McCoy was taken aback by Christine's uncharacteristic sarcasm. 'She must really feel like crap.' He thought.
He pulled out a hypospray from his ever-present medikit and pressed it to Christine's upper arm. Medicine hissed into her bloodstream, and her eyes closed again. Spock watched McCoy accusingly.
"It's only a sedative," McCoy said. He connected Christine to the monitor and found her readings to be nearly normal, except for her breathing rate, which was weakened and difficult.
McCoy called a nurse, Melanie Rhodes [1], who was more than a little startled to find Christine as her newest patient. Despite her initial shock, she managed to chat up a rather uncomfortable Spock and wiggle her way out of most of McCoy's tasks.
After taking a sample of Christine's blood, McCoy motioned Spock into the lab room. He fed a small amount into a large computer, and information began to fill the computer screen.
The results of the blood test were coldly familiar to Spock, who's eyes widened in surprise. He turned to McCoy, who noticed the shocked expression on the Vulcan's face. "What is it?" He said, mildly disturbed.
"Christine has the Tupola Virus."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Dun dun dun!!! LIke you didn't know THAT was coming. Next Chapter up soon! (Hopefully)
[1] Melanie is a (very) minor character in another of the S/C stories that I'm working on. In the rare event that it never gets posted (You never know) a brief decription of her would be: cunning, bratty, competitive, lazy, red-headed, and has a major crush on Spock (which she has no problem admitting) She likes to get on Christine's nerves, and tease her about Spock.
Question: I have a question. If you publish something onto FF.Net, can you still get it published by a real publisher?
By Hanakin
Chapter 3
Ladysherlock92: I'm glad everyone is in character. I was worried that I had screwed up the whole ST Universe, but I guess not. Darn. designer1813@yahoo.com:Thanks for your great comments. I love (*REALLY* love) feedback Tavia: You're right. Acknowledgement is always good. Thanks again! (Do you feel special?) Kerwiden:There's nothing wrong with inspirational posters! ^-^ Starseeker:Me? Evil? Well...yeah. cliffhangers are fun!! I *will* attempt to write longer chapters. Ekatay:Slow...good advice. Torture my readers........ He he. I feel loved.
ANYWAYS...on with the story
Spock walked quickly down the corridor on Deck 4, eyes on the padd in his hand. He turned instinctively to the door of Nurse Christine Chapel's quarters, and as the door whooshed open and darkness enveloped him, he blinked rapidly in the sudden change of light. He had left Christine there only an hour or so before, but when he stepped into the darkened room, she was nowhere to be seen.
He glanced around the room, searching for his missing lab partner. The padd he held in his hand contained important information he'd derived from the computer about the Tupola microbe. He had cross-sectioned details from both the experimental terraforming microorganisms and the mysterious ailment that had struck the scientists of Tupola, and found some promising results.
The sheets on her bed were strewn haphazardly around on top of it, and the door to her private restroom was ajar, a small light spilling from the crack. Curious, Spock crept toward the door, slowly pushing it open. Peeking inside, Spock's slanted eyebrows rose abruptly in surprise. He drew in a breath sharply, then berated himself for being caught off guard. Christine was lying awkwardly on the floor, a bruise swelling on her forehead from where she had apparently hit the corner of the sink compartment. It appeared that she had been unconscious for a while, perhaps half an hour.
Moving quickly into action, the padd in his hand clattered to the ground as Spock lifted Christine gently into his arms. He carried her effortlessly to the door and down the hall, earning more than a few odd glances from passing crewmen. After all, it's not very often that the Vulcan first officer goes traipsing down the halls of the Enterprise with the unconscious head nurse in his arms.
Spock entered sickbay, gently laying Christine on one of the sickbeds. She sprawled limply across its surface. He hesitated for a moment, temporarily unsure what to do.
Just then, Dr. McCoy stepped out of his office. He was faintly surprised to find Spock alone in sickbay, but when he saw Christine motionless on the sickbed next to him, he was stunned.
"What the hell happened?!" He exclaimed. Spock didn't even blink.
Suddenly, Christine shifted slightly, and whimpered. Both Spock and McCoy turned to her as she tossed around on the sickbed, and were by her side instantly. She squinted her eyes painfully, and said in a low, raspy voice, "Too bright."
"One-quarter lights." Spock said quietly. The room darkened so that Spock could barely make out the faces of McCoy and Christine.
"How do you feel, Chris?" McCoy said softly.
" Like someone hit me in the head with a sledgehammer. And you?"
McCoy was taken aback by Christine's uncharacteristic sarcasm. 'She must really feel like crap.' He thought.
He pulled out a hypospray from his ever-present medikit and pressed it to Christine's upper arm. Medicine hissed into her bloodstream, and her eyes closed again. Spock watched McCoy accusingly.
"It's only a sedative," McCoy said. He connected Christine to the monitor and found her readings to be nearly normal, except for her breathing rate, which was weakened and difficult.
McCoy called a nurse, Melanie Rhodes [1], who was more than a little startled to find Christine as her newest patient. Despite her initial shock, she managed to chat up a rather uncomfortable Spock and wiggle her way out of most of McCoy's tasks.
After taking a sample of Christine's blood, McCoy motioned Spock into the lab room. He fed a small amount into a large computer, and information began to fill the computer screen.
The results of the blood test were coldly familiar to Spock, who's eyes widened in surprise. He turned to McCoy, who noticed the shocked expression on the Vulcan's face. "What is it?" He said, mildly disturbed.
"Christine has the Tupola Virus."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Dun dun dun!!! LIke you didn't know THAT was coming. Next Chapter up soon! (Hopefully)
[1] Melanie is a (very) minor character in another of the S/C stories that I'm working on. In the rare event that it never gets posted (You never know) a brief decription of her would be: cunning, bratty, competitive, lazy, red-headed, and has a major crush on Spock (which she has no problem admitting) She likes to get on Christine's nerves, and tease her about Spock.
Question: I have a question. If you publish something onto FF.Net, can you still get it published by a real publisher?