Race Against Time
By Hanakin
Chapter 4
Ladysherlock92:About the 'crap' thing, you're right. I even thought that before I posted it, but I didn't change it for some reason. Oh well.
Rihannsu:I know!! I always write short chapters, and it's so annoying!!! Grrrrrrrrrr.....I wish I could write longer posts.......
Geo:You too?! I'm such a romantic, that's all I ever read or write about. Cool!
T'Karish:Thanks, I hope it's not illegal, though, cause that'd be bad....
Faith:I'm glad you think she's well characterized, cause I keep thinking I'm messing w/ their personalities, but I'm glad I'm not. Whew! load off my mind.
Thanks again, everybody!!!!!
ANYWAYS, ON WITH THE STORY........
"The Tupola Virus? Are you sure?" McCoy's face wore an expression of incredulity even though he knew Spock's evaluations were rarely off.
Spock spared him a withering glance. He was having a hard enough time accepting the fact himself, he didn't really need McCoy's constant need for having whatever Spock said reaffirmed at this moment. "Yes, Doctor, I am quite sure."
A flickering vision of Christine, unconscious and helpless in sickbay flashed through his mind. Christine......
There was so much he wanted to tell her, that she must never know. His true feelings; the warmth he felt when she was near, the shame that overcame him when he felt her painful gaze pass over him each time he rejected her. She had gone through so much, after her secrets had been revealed on Psi 2000, again when the Platonians had taken over their bodies and forced she and Spock to kiss, and even again when Thalassa had placed Spock's consciousness inside her own mind. She deserved better, he knew, and that was one reason Spock had always kept his distance: to prevent himself from becoming to attached to her. Even though he knew it was painful, and had also prevented them from even becoming friends, it seemed to Spock to be the right thing to do. But now, the circumstances had changed, and Spock's method of avoiding the situation may not work this time. Christine was dying, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Would she die without ever knowing his true feelings? He didn't think he could handle the guilt and pain of knowing that the one woman he truly felt for could disappear forever without ever discovering the truth.......
"Spock? Did you hear what I said? Spock?!" McCoy dragged Spock abruptly from his daydream. Spock's blank expression offered McCoy no clue as to what the Vulcan was thinking. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
Spock offered him a quizzical look. "Of course I am 'okay'." Spock said in a sardonic voice, as if implying that McCoy was insane for intoning otherwise. He rose from the computer chair and stepped back into the still dimly-lit sickbay. McCoy watched him go, but did not rise to follow. He shook his head and turned back to the computer.
Alone with Christine in the near-darkness, Spock allowed his facade to slip for a few seconds. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he blinked rapidly to force the unfamiliar sensation away. His tormented thoughts whirled over and over, like a skipping CD. Why?
He stared down at her still figure lying helplessly on the sickbed, beautiful even as the small bruise marred her forehead, and an oxygen orifice covered her mouth and nose, easing her breathing in a futile attempt to buy her time. Her expression was pained, as though she was harassed even in her slumber. Spock reached without thinking for the katra points on her face, and delved gently into her mental consciousness.
Who's there? Who's in my mind? She questioned uncertainly, searching for a face she couldn't see. Spock?
Yes, it is I. Spock was unsure what he should say in excuse of his presence. But Christine took no notice of his unpermittedness.
Oh, thank God!! What happened? Where am I? I feel...I can't explain it. It's like fire enveloping my entire body. Like Hell in liquid form. Help me Spock, Please!
Her plead was so helpless and plaintive that he couldn't say no. I...suppose. Our minds will have to merge, before I can provide any assistance to you. With your permission...
Of course! Just hurry, please!
He dove from his position on the extreme barrier of her mind into the core, partially merging with her consciousness. He did this in such a way that he could view her entire thought processes, but controlled what she could view of his. Like a translucent wall, preventing Christine from fully merging with him.
As soon as he reached the level at which Christine was, he could feel the burning pain engulf him. Even with his stoic, Vulcan training, he flinched as the unpleasant sensation swallowed his mind-body. Liquid fire drenched both of them, and the pure, hellish knifes of molten heat was nearly unbearable.
I believe your description was...inadequate. He said in a subtly ironic voice. Christine allowed herself a small smile (figuratively speaking, of course) despite her pain. Spock thought for a moment, then said I think I have a way to---protect you from the fire. He gathered Christine's consciousness into his own, weaving a web of pain-blocking syapses that dulled the savage heat. Christine sighed in relief as the severeness of her torment was deadened.
A light, bubble of happiness welled up in Christine's mind, so strong that it overlapped into Spock's consciousness, and for the briefest second, he actually felt her true gratitude and happiness.
Thank you.
Spock held her close, their mind-bodies entertwined, and a warmth, soft, instead of slicing like the sharp, blistering depths outside their small cocoon, filled both of them. Reluctantly, he realized that he would have to leave Christine alone again soon. Christine noticed this and said You have to leave, don't you?
Yes. I am sorry. I'll return as soon as possible, Christine.
Goodbye, Spock
Goodbye.
Spock reluctantly broke the bond, leaving Christine behind in the bubble he had created.When his mind was alone in his own body, he opened his eyes and was disturbed to find McCoy standing in the darkness on the other side of the sickbed. Even in the dimness, Spock could see the questioning look on McCoy's face, and he couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. He expected a sarcastic remark or accusation, but McCoy only sighed and said softly,"Come on Spock. Let's get to work."
TO BE CONTINUED...
NEXT CHAPTER: Kirk makes his first appearance???? McCoy discovers the truth about Spock??? Actually, I have no idea what happens next. Guess we'll just have to wait and see...^-^
By Hanakin
Chapter 4
Ladysherlock92:About the 'crap' thing, you're right. I even thought that before I posted it, but I didn't change it for some reason. Oh well.
Rihannsu:I know!! I always write short chapters, and it's so annoying!!! Grrrrrrrrrr.....I wish I could write longer posts.......
Geo:You too?! I'm such a romantic, that's all I ever read or write about. Cool!
T'Karish:Thanks, I hope it's not illegal, though, cause that'd be bad....
Faith:I'm glad you think she's well characterized, cause I keep thinking I'm messing w/ their personalities, but I'm glad I'm not. Whew! load off my mind.
Thanks again, everybody!!!!!
ANYWAYS, ON WITH THE STORY........
"The Tupola Virus? Are you sure?" McCoy's face wore an expression of incredulity even though he knew Spock's evaluations were rarely off.
Spock spared him a withering glance. He was having a hard enough time accepting the fact himself, he didn't really need McCoy's constant need for having whatever Spock said reaffirmed at this moment. "Yes, Doctor, I am quite sure."
A flickering vision of Christine, unconscious and helpless in sickbay flashed through his mind. Christine......
There was so much he wanted to tell her, that she must never know. His true feelings; the warmth he felt when she was near, the shame that overcame him when he felt her painful gaze pass over him each time he rejected her. She had gone through so much, after her secrets had been revealed on Psi 2000, again when the Platonians had taken over their bodies and forced she and Spock to kiss, and even again when Thalassa had placed Spock's consciousness inside her own mind. She deserved better, he knew, and that was one reason Spock had always kept his distance: to prevent himself from becoming to attached to her. Even though he knew it was painful, and had also prevented them from even becoming friends, it seemed to Spock to be the right thing to do. But now, the circumstances had changed, and Spock's method of avoiding the situation may not work this time. Christine was dying, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Would she die without ever knowing his true feelings? He didn't think he could handle the guilt and pain of knowing that the one woman he truly felt for could disappear forever without ever discovering the truth.......
"Spock? Did you hear what I said? Spock?!" McCoy dragged Spock abruptly from his daydream. Spock's blank expression offered McCoy no clue as to what the Vulcan was thinking. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
Spock offered him a quizzical look. "Of course I am 'okay'." Spock said in a sardonic voice, as if implying that McCoy was insane for intoning otherwise. He rose from the computer chair and stepped back into the still dimly-lit sickbay. McCoy watched him go, but did not rise to follow. He shook his head and turned back to the computer.
Alone with Christine in the near-darkness, Spock allowed his facade to slip for a few seconds. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he blinked rapidly to force the unfamiliar sensation away. His tormented thoughts whirled over and over, like a skipping CD. Why?
He stared down at her still figure lying helplessly on the sickbed, beautiful even as the small bruise marred her forehead, and an oxygen orifice covered her mouth and nose, easing her breathing in a futile attempt to buy her time. Her expression was pained, as though she was harassed even in her slumber. Spock reached without thinking for the katra points on her face, and delved gently into her mental consciousness.
Who's there? Who's in my mind? She questioned uncertainly, searching for a face she couldn't see. Spock?
Yes, it is I. Spock was unsure what he should say in excuse of his presence. But Christine took no notice of his unpermittedness.
Oh, thank God!! What happened? Where am I? I feel...I can't explain it. It's like fire enveloping my entire body. Like Hell in liquid form. Help me Spock, Please!
Her plead was so helpless and plaintive that he couldn't say no. I...suppose. Our minds will have to merge, before I can provide any assistance to you. With your permission...
Of course! Just hurry, please!
He dove from his position on the extreme barrier of her mind into the core, partially merging with her consciousness. He did this in such a way that he could view her entire thought processes, but controlled what she could view of his. Like a translucent wall, preventing Christine from fully merging with him.
As soon as he reached the level at which Christine was, he could feel the burning pain engulf him. Even with his stoic, Vulcan training, he flinched as the unpleasant sensation swallowed his mind-body. Liquid fire drenched both of them, and the pure, hellish knifes of molten heat was nearly unbearable.
I believe your description was...inadequate. He said in a subtly ironic voice. Christine allowed herself a small smile (figuratively speaking, of course) despite her pain. Spock thought for a moment, then said I think I have a way to---protect you from the fire. He gathered Christine's consciousness into his own, weaving a web of pain-blocking syapses that dulled the savage heat. Christine sighed in relief as the severeness of her torment was deadened.
A light, bubble of happiness welled up in Christine's mind, so strong that it overlapped into Spock's consciousness, and for the briefest second, he actually felt her true gratitude and happiness.
Thank you.
Spock held her close, their mind-bodies entertwined, and a warmth, soft, instead of slicing like the sharp, blistering depths outside their small cocoon, filled both of them. Reluctantly, he realized that he would have to leave Christine alone again soon. Christine noticed this and said You have to leave, don't you?
Yes. I am sorry. I'll return as soon as possible, Christine.
Goodbye, Spock
Goodbye.
Spock reluctantly broke the bond, leaving Christine behind in the bubble he had created.When his mind was alone in his own body, he opened his eyes and was disturbed to find McCoy standing in the darkness on the other side of the sickbed. Even in the dimness, Spock could see the questioning look on McCoy's face, and he couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. He expected a sarcastic remark or accusation, but McCoy only sighed and said softly,"Come on Spock. Let's get to work."
TO BE CONTINUED...
NEXT CHAPTER: Kirk makes his first appearance???? McCoy discovers the truth about Spock??? Actually, I have no idea what happens next. Guess we'll just have to wait and see...^-^