Brutal Secrets
By Nevfennasiel (formerly Space Cadet JJ, formerly Hanakin.)
Chapter 2
Still don't own Star Trek. Sorry.
Thanks to all who reviewed. Just to let you know, you made my spot in the world a bit brighter. ^_^
She lifted her head when she heard the forcefield surrounding the two of them click off. Must've dozed off, she thought blankly. It felt like they'd been stranded together for months, but it was probably closer to a couple of days, at most.
The two Romulan guards entered the little cell, and Christine stared hatefully at them through her blurred vision. One glanced at her in her pitiful state and smirked, but did nothing else to acknowledge her presence. She could feel their bodies sweep past her as they marched toward Spock. They prodded him to his feet, and Christine felt determination and newly gained strength flood her limbs. She rose shakily on all fours, grimacing as the familiar pain surged through her veins. She ignored it as best she could, though, and slowly rose to her feet, the Romulans, along with Spock, watching in mild surprise as she tottered forward. She couldn't let them do this to Spock. It was one thing to have herself humiliated, but to see the same happen to the Vulcan she cared so deeply for was something different entirely.
She glared menacingly at the Romulan guards, who called themselves Redoj and Sipok. Spock stood, still staring impassively as she inched toward the three of them. Finally, Redoj spoke.
"What do you think you're doing, human girl?" He spat.
"You're not taking him!" Christine said defiantly, trying not to scream as harsh pain burned her throat. Sipok laughed and stalked toward her, attempting to make her flinch or cower. She did neither.
"How are you going to stop us, Lipka?" He cursed her in Algian. Spock's eyebrows rose slightly. Romulans weren't known for studying alien languages.
Christine stood her ground. Sipok stared her down, and for a moment, no one moved as to not disturb the mounting tension. Finally, Sipok laughed mockingly at the irate woman, and grasped Spock's arm, helping Redoj drag the Vulcan out of the forcefield at great speed. Christine attempted to grab at them and pull Spock back, but she wasn't quick enough, and the front field clicked back into place just as she reached it. Defeated, she sunk to the floor, one last, dismal hope floating away. Maybe Spock wouldn't suffer as much as she. Her aching eyes closed painfully, and sleep drifted over her, though she tried to push it away. She could sleep now, not when Spock was facing the same stuff she had. Not now.....
*****************Flashback****************
Gathering herself from the floor, she moved on to the next victim, and they all seemed to blur together after a while. Eventually she moved into another room, on and on for hours, so that even the most horrific injuries didn't faze her anymore. Never in her life had she seen such a massacre as this. McCoy, having much more experience than she, also seemed to be horrified and numb at the same time. A few more teams were called in after they had discovered the extent of the injuries to the Starbase crew. Finally, after an eternity, all that could be helped of the hundreds of people aboard were helped.
Christine had just closed her communicator and watched as the woman in front of her fizzled away and into Sickbay when her eyes met those of Commander Spock. Their gaze held for several seconds, Christine's eyes told of her exhaustion and numbness, and her pain from seeing such appalling destruction. She searched his expression, and behind the logic and emotionless stare, she thought she'd found a bit of sorrow, and maybe something more. Perhaps she was just imagining it.
Finally able to relax, she studied her surroundings. The room appeared to be a type of Rec Hall, very spacious with several tables spread about, a few supporting miniature computers. Or she supposed that was what it had looked like before the attack. Now the tables were strewn sideways, broken into plasteel shards, and the computers smoked in pieces, their circuits blown. Heavy equipment along the walls, which had most likely been Vid games, either had been burned to smoking piles of charred rubble, or fallen over as huge tremors had shaken the Starbase. A few had landed on personnel.
She wasn't the only one in the room. Spock had his tricorder out, scanning anything and everything, just like always. Christine watched him a bit uninterestedly, wondering how anyone, even a Vulcan, could have such reserves of energy to keep going like he. She began to wander leisurely, since they were not going to beam back to the ship for about another 20 minutes, and decided to have a look around the once beautiful Spacestation.
As she wandered about the marred ruins around her, shops like empty skulls staring out at her, she heard her communicator beep, and answered distractedly.
"Chapel here."
"Nurse Chapel? I have need of your assistance in the Medical Facilities as soon as possible." The unfamiliar voice of a young man rang clearly from the speaker of her communicator. Without waiting for an answer he added, "Ensign Grimhan out." Christine was a bit confused.
She walked quickly through the 'street' to the nearest turbolift. She told the computer to stop on Deck 25, and stood waiting for it to stop. What could the ensign want with her? She wondered. She had never met anyone with the name Grimhan, but she supposed it was one of the transfers from the last time the Enterprise had met with the ship Constellation.
* * *
Spock reached for his communicator as it buzzed, indicating he was being signaled.
"Spock here."
"Commander, I need your help with something in the Medical Facilities immediately. " Chapel's unmistakable voice spilled clearly from the communicator. He replied with a simple "Affirmative. Spock out." And shut the cover of the communicator.
He walked through the corridors to the east turbolift, and stood patiently as it took him to Deck 25. His only wish was that Nurse Chapel had specified what she had required assistance with, so that he could be better equipped for what was ahead. However, as he exited the turbolift and walked calmly through the automatic doors of the Starbase sickbay, he was very unprepared, to say the least, for what lay before him.
A Romulan security guard held Nurse Chapel securely around the neck, a disruptor aimed squarely at her temple. Another Romulan stood several feet to his left, his disruptor pointed at Spock's chest. Christine's eyes widened when Spock strode through, and the terror in them increased greatly.
"Spock!" She mouthed, the grip on her throat cutting off her speech. "I'm sorry."
He knew he was too far away to pinch either. His hand twitched slightly toward his phaser, but the Romulan's keen senses picked his movement up, and he thrust the disruptor into his chest, yanking the phaser from his waist, and shoved him toward the others, positioning himself so that Spock could not reach his shoulder to perform the Vulcan Neck Pinch.
The Romulan holding Christine withdrew his phaser just long enough to hail his ship. Christine glanced at Spock with a fearful expression, and noticed his intrepid appearance. A small bit of her fear melted as their eyes met. If he wasn't scared, neither was she.
She felt her body begin to bubble away, and hoped for her sake and Spock's that they would survive.
If only she knew what was coming next.
Sorry I took so long, I write *so* slowly. -_- I'll *try* to get the next chapter of this, along with 'Race Against Time', up as soon as possible, but no promises. By the way, I need any ideas you're willing to give, 'cause I'm running out of my own.
Nevfennasiel
By Nevfennasiel (formerly Space Cadet JJ, formerly Hanakin.)
Chapter 2
Still don't own Star Trek. Sorry.
Thanks to all who reviewed. Just to let you know, you made my spot in the world a bit brighter. ^_^
She lifted her head when she heard the forcefield surrounding the two of them click off. Must've dozed off, she thought blankly. It felt like they'd been stranded together for months, but it was probably closer to a couple of days, at most.
The two Romulan guards entered the little cell, and Christine stared hatefully at them through her blurred vision. One glanced at her in her pitiful state and smirked, but did nothing else to acknowledge her presence. She could feel their bodies sweep past her as they marched toward Spock. They prodded him to his feet, and Christine felt determination and newly gained strength flood her limbs. She rose shakily on all fours, grimacing as the familiar pain surged through her veins. She ignored it as best she could, though, and slowly rose to her feet, the Romulans, along with Spock, watching in mild surprise as she tottered forward. She couldn't let them do this to Spock. It was one thing to have herself humiliated, but to see the same happen to the Vulcan she cared so deeply for was something different entirely.
She glared menacingly at the Romulan guards, who called themselves Redoj and Sipok. Spock stood, still staring impassively as she inched toward the three of them. Finally, Redoj spoke.
"What do you think you're doing, human girl?" He spat.
"You're not taking him!" Christine said defiantly, trying not to scream as harsh pain burned her throat. Sipok laughed and stalked toward her, attempting to make her flinch or cower. She did neither.
"How are you going to stop us, Lipka?" He cursed her in Algian. Spock's eyebrows rose slightly. Romulans weren't known for studying alien languages.
Christine stood her ground. Sipok stared her down, and for a moment, no one moved as to not disturb the mounting tension. Finally, Sipok laughed mockingly at the irate woman, and grasped Spock's arm, helping Redoj drag the Vulcan out of the forcefield at great speed. Christine attempted to grab at them and pull Spock back, but she wasn't quick enough, and the front field clicked back into place just as she reached it. Defeated, she sunk to the floor, one last, dismal hope floating away. Maybe Spock wouldn't suffer as much as she. Her aching eyes closed painfully, and sleep drifted over her, though she tried to push it away. She could sleep now, not when Spock was facing the same stuff she had. Not now.....
*****************Flashback****************
Gathering herself from the floor, she moved on to the next victim, and they all seemed to blur together after a while. Eventually she moved into another room, on and on for hours, so that even the most horrific injuries didn't faze her anymore. Never in her life had she seen such a massacre as this. McCoy, having much more experience than she, also seemed to be horrified and numb at the same time. A few more teams were called in after they had discovered the extent of the injuries to the Starbase crew. Finally, after an eternity, all that could be helped of the hundreds of people aboard were helped.
Christine had just closed her communicator and watched as the woman in front of her fizzled away and into Sickbay when her eyes met those of Commander Spock. Their gaze held for several seconds, Christine's eyes told of her exhaustion and numbness, and her pain from seeing such appalling destruction. She searched his expression, and behind the logic and emotionless stare, she thought she'd found a bit of sorrow, and maybe something more. Perhaps she was just imagining it.
Finally able to relax, she studied her surroundings. The room appeared to be a type of Rec Hall, very spacious with several tables spread about, a few supporting miniature computers. Or she supposed that was what it had looked like before the attack. Now the tables were strewn sideways, broken into plasteel shards, and the computers smoked in pieces, their circuits blown. Heavy equipment along the walls, which had most likely been Vid games, either had been burned to smoking piles of charred rubble, or fallen over as huge tremors had shaken the Starbase. A few had landed on personnel.
She wasn't the only one in the room. Spock had his tricorder out, scanning anything and everything, just like always. Christine watched him a bit uninterestedly, wondering how anyone, even a Vulcan, could have such reserves of energy to keep going like he. She began to wander leisurely, since they were not going to beam back to the ship for about another 20 minutes, and decided to have a look around the once beautiful Spacestation.
As she wandered about the marred ruins around her, shops like empty skulls staring out at her, she heard her communicator beep, and answered distractedly.
"Chapel here."
"Nurse Chapel? I have need of your assistance in the Medical Facilities as soon as possible." The unfamiliar voice of a young man rang clearly from the speaker of her communicator. Without waiting for an answer he added, "Ensign Grimhan out." Christine was a bit confused.
She walked quickly through the 'street' to the nearest turbolift. She told the computer to stop on Deck 25, and stood waiting for it to stop. What could the ensign want with her? She wondered. She had never met anyone with the name Grimhan, but she supposed it was one of the transfers from the last time the Enterprise had met with the ship Constellation.
* * *
Spock reached for his communicator as it buzzed, indicating he was being signaled.
"Spock here."
"Commander, I need your help with something in the Medical Facilities immediately. " Chapel's unmistakable voice spilled clearly from the communicator. He replied with a simple "Affirmative. Spock out." And shut the cover of the communicator.
He walked through the corridors to the east turbolift, and stood patiently as it took him to Deck 25. His only wish was that Nurse Chapel had specified what she had required assistance with, so that he could be better equipped for what was ahead. However, as he exited the turbolift and walked calmly through the automatic doors of the Starbase sickbay, he was very unprepared, to say the least, for what lay before him.
A Romulan security guard held Nurse Chapel securely around the neck, a disruptor aimed squarely at her temple. Another Romulan stood several feet to his left, his disruptor pointed at Spock's chest. Christine's eyes widened when Spock strode through, and the terror in them increased greatly.
"Spock!" She mouthed, the grip on her throat cutting off her speech. "I'm sorry."
He knew he was too far away to pinch either. His hand twitched slightly toward his phaser, but the Romulan's keen senses picked his movement up, and he thrust the disruptor into his chest, yanking the phaser from his waist, and shoved him toward the others, positioning himself so that Spock could not reach his shoulder to perform the Vulcan Neck Pinch.
The Romulan holding Christine withdrew his phaser just long enough to hail his ship. Christine glanced at Spock with a fearful expression, and noticed his intrepid appearance. A small bit of her fear melted as their eyes met. If he wasn't scared, neither was she.
She felt her body begin to bubble away, and hoped for her sake and Spock's that they would survive.
If only she knew what was coming next.
Sorry I took so long, I write *so* slowly. -_- I'll *try* to get the next chapter of this, along with 'Race Against Time', up as soon as possible, but no promises. By the way, I need any ideas you're willing to give, 'cause I'm running out of my own.
Nevfennasiel