Holby: the Next Generation.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER SIX
It fell on his desk with a very gentle pop. There wasn't a fanfare, no trumpets sounded, no bright lights heralded its arrival, but it was noticed nonetheless. By a stroke of fortune, good, bad or otherwise, Captain James T Kirk was working on signing off his monthly stores report, when the crème egg fell directly onto a data entry padd that the captain was reaching for.
"What the devil!" Kirk exclaimed startled, snatching his hand back quickly, and watching in disbelief, bordering on amazement as the egg rolled in a half semi-circle before coming to a gentle stop.
Kirk peered at the egg for a split second longer before rising to his feet and cautiously pushing back his chair. Moving slowly, Kirk managed to reach the door to his quarters less than 30 seconds later. It whooshed open silently as it sensed his presence, and Kirk stepped through the portal. Keeping one hand across the sensor however, he prevented it from closing directly behind him, and keeping the egg firmly in his sights, reached for the comm panel.
"Intruder alert in the Captains Quarters. Red Alert. All personnel to their duty stations. Mr Spock report to the Deck 7 immediately," Kirk commanded briskly, still keeping an eye on the brightly wrapped crème egg.
He hadn't fancied going on to his club, where he knew without a shadow of doubt that his friends were waiting to congratulate him. Neither had he gone home, unable to face the stylish, but empty town house where he'd take up residence since August. His daughter was still at boarding school, and his housekeeper would have left for the evening. So he had instead decided to work. Quite where he was going the Professor didn't know. Nor was his destination particularly important. He let his feet choose their own direction while he thought.
Mike Barrett had been partially correct. Meyer hadn't liked his judgement being called into question. But his reasons for leaving Holby had run deeper than that. Or at least it had seemed so at the time. He had had an incredible year. First he'd been shot by a gun wielding ex-con and nearly lost his life. He'd been abducted by not-quite-aliens - not quite friends - three times, his life had been put in danger in at least two separate occasions because if it. He'd been given the most incredible gift, which even now a small top level pharmaceutical company was manufacturing under at a secret location under special licence to the patent's he now held. He had been Knighted and given a chair at the prestigious Queen Elizabeth hospital, and yet. yet.
Yet they'd still called his judgement into question over one unfortunate patient.
And he hadn't liked it.
Not one bit. it had seemed the right thing to do, to move on. To go forward, to walk back out into the world and to see if what he had to offer it would be accepted.
But now.
Leaning on the railings over London Bridge, his eyes seeing but not really taking in the river lights steeped in a light rain and a mist which was slowly creeping in, Meyer paused.
Where did he want his life to take him from here? That was the biggest question of all wasn't it? Where to? Not back the same way he'd come certainly. He needed to push forwards. onwards. and. perhaps.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPTER SIX
It fell on his desk with a very gentle pop. There wasn't a fanfare, no trumpets sounded, no bright lights heralded its arrival, but it was noticed nonetheless. By a stroke of fortune, good, bad or otherwise, Captain James T Kirk was working on signing off his monthly stores report, when the crème egg fell directly onto a data entry padd that the captain was reaching for.
"What the devil!" Kirk exclaimed startled, snatching his hand back quickly, and watching in disbelief, bordering on amazement as the egg rolled in a half semi-circle before coming to a gentle stop.
Kirk peered at the egg for a split second longer before rising to his feet and cautiously pushing back his chair. Moving slowly, Kirk managed to reach the door to his quarters less than 30 seconds later. It whooshed open silently as it sensed his presence, and Kirk stepped through the portal. Keeping one hand across the sensor however, he prevented it from closing directly behind him, and keeping the egg firmly in his sights, reached for the comm panel.
"Intruder alert in the Captains Quarters. Red Alert. All personnel to their duty stations. Mr Spock report to the Deck 7 immediately," Kirk commanded briskly, still keeping an eye on the brightly wrapped crème egg.
He hadn't fancied going on to his club, where he knew without a shadow of doubt that his friends were waiting to congratulate him. Neither had he gone home, unable to face the stylish, but empty town house where he'd take up residence since August. His daughter was still at boarding school, and his housekeeper would have left for the evening. So he had instead decided to work. Quite where he was going the Professor didn't know. Nor was his destination particularly important. He let his feet choose their own direction while he thought.
Mike Barrett had been partially correct. Meyer hadn't liked his judgement being called into question. But his reasons for leaving Holby had run deeper than that. Or at least it had seemed so at the time. He had had an incredible year. First he'd been shot by a gun wielding ex-con and nearly lost his life. He'd been abducted by not-quite-aliens - not quite friends - three times, his life had been put in danger in at least two separate occasions because if it. He'd been given the most incredible gift, which even now a small top level pharmaceutical company was manufacturing under at a secret location under special licence to the patent's he now held. He had been Knighted and given a chair at the prestigious Queen Elizabeth hospital, and yet. yet.
Yet they'd still called his judgement into question over one unfortunate patient.
And he hadn't liked it.
Not one bit. it had seemed the right thing to do, to move on. To go forward, to walk back out into the world and to see if what he had to offer it would be accepted.
But now.
Leaning on the railings over London Bridge, his eyes seeing but not really taking in the river lights steeped in a light rain and a mist which was slowly creeping in, Meyer paused.
Where did he want his life to take him from here? That was the biggest question of all wasn't it? Where to? Not back the same way he'd come certainly. He needed to push forwards. onwards. and. perhaps.