Title: Devil At Your Doorstep
Author: Keridwen
Dis: Ok, thanks for the reviews. I have a lot of confidence in this one. Chapters will be on the shorter side, but I will not wait a whole week to post. I type when I can.
Tavia: I am glad you like chapter warfare. But I warn you, I am ruthless
Starzangel: YESSSSS! MWAHAHAHA - Spock has gone bad . hehe - sounds funny - Like a bad TV show - "NEXT TIME ON _ WHEN VULCANS GO BAD!!!!!!" laughs until she falls on floor
Wolfgangsq9: well here is more
Chapter 2: When Vulcans go Bad yes - took the Idea from above - hehe
Spock turned and pointed the energy weapon at McCoy.
"If you do not call off security and release the Enterprise to my control, the doctor will suffer for your actions."
Kirks face hardened. "Once again, I ask you Spock, Can you do that? Can you just kill McCoy? I bet you cannot. I do not know what is wrong, but whatever it is, we can get through this together."
"If you persist in this pointless babbling Captain, I will fire."
Spock's finger tightened over the firing stud. McCoy tensed, ready to dive for cover.
"You can't, Spock."
"Really, Captain, I believe I can."
Spock fired the gun.
McCoy, being prepared, dodged the best that he could, but after the Captains chair had been melted, there was no cover left on the bridge. The first shot went over his head; the second one was aimed at his heart. The sound of Scotty and the security guards cutting through the last of the door rang in his ears precious seconds to late. He closed his eyes and waited for the silent impact before his organs would begin to melt. He estimated he had about twenty minutes before he passed out form the pain and died.
The darkness came quicker than he thought. A force slammed him into the wall and he smacked his head hard against it. The light faded and Leonard McCoy had looked apprehensively into the eyes of death.
Two Days Later: McCoy's POV
As he walked down the hall to the senate chambers, McCoy winced and rubbed his head. When Jim had slammed him into the wall, saving his life and taking the phaser hit himself, McCoy had gained a rather nice lump on the back of his head.
He gazed at the large stone doors before him and sighed. Today was the trial, and McCoy was the prosecutions chief witness. After being arrested on the Enterprise, Spock had been extradited to Vulcan to stand trial. This request had been given by none other than Sarek, Ambassador of Vulcan.
McCoy remembered the tense conversation he had had with Spock's dad the night before. After he had beamed down to the planet.
"Ambassador."
"Doctor, Live Long and Prosper."
(Silence)
"Just as hot as I remember it."
"Indeed, the climate on Vulcan rarely ever changes."
McCoy was beginning to get pissed so he decided to just come right out with it.
"Damnit. Ambassador, I think you may owe me an explanation."
"As to what."
"As to why the trial? Why extraditing Spock? Why sentencing you own son to death by TalShya."
"Your own earth laws are very clear on premeditated murder and malicious intent, doctor. How can you expect Vulcan's laws to be less so."
"On Earth Spock would have received life in prison until rehabilitation. He could have recovered. He could have not died."
"Doctor, My son is Vulcan. He must answer to Vulcan laws. Moreover, rehabilitation for a Vulcan, reorientation of a mind system set up by the individual, is sheer torture. I am merciful to my son by asking this."
"But the Federation knows that, rehabilitation would have been the severest penalty for Spock."
"May I ask you why you are defending my son, Doctor? May I inquire as to the condition of your Captain? I believe Captain Kirk may one day be expected to live a fully functional life, possibly with the aid of a mobility device. His spinal cord was severed. He will never again walk, nor command a starship."
McCoy refrained from punching the ambassador's lights out. He more than anyone knew that Jim Kirks life had been ruined. He had seen the reports. HE had begged and pleaded to get into the Starfleet medical security ward. When he had been denied access till after the trial, he had rushed to Vulcan to get away from the mournful faces and media hype on earth. He knew, goddamnit. He didn't need some upstart Vulcan telling him what was what.
"My son, Doctor, destroyed another mans life. For that, his own must be forfeit. That is the only way. I will see justice done, no matter what other illogical thoughts may plague my mind as a father who is condemning his son to death. Justice must be done.
Present: Spock's POV
The Senate chamber doors opened. He turned his head to witness the entrance of a figure. The Man was human, in his early forties, with pepper brown hair and a craggy but kind looking face. He wore a Starfleet medical dress uniform with a substantial number of awards on the front.
The man was eyeing him too, and he felt uncomfortable under the Doctors clinical gaze. He moved his line of sight to a wall in the back.
"The prisoner will stand."
He assumed that was him and he stood.
"Spock of Vulcan, do you recognize your accuser who stands before you."
He studied the man. Confusion crossed the Doctors gaze. The prisoner assessed that this was a man who knew him well, and was disturbed by the absence of recognition in his eyes.
He looked again at the uniform. Lt. Commander. An unusually high rank for a Doctor. This man before him was distinguished in his field, no doubt.
The Judge said again. "Do you, Spock of Vulcan, recognize your accuser?"
Spock leaned forward and studied the man before him one final time.
"Your honor, I have never seen this man before in my life."
Author: Keridwen
Dis: Ok, thanks for the reviews. I have a lot of confidence in this one. Chapters will be on the shorter side, but I will not wait a whole week to post. I type when I can.
Tavia: I am glad you like chapter warfare. But I warn you, I am ruthless
Starzangel: YESSSSS! MWAHAHAHA - Spock has gone bad . hehe - sounds funny - Like a bad TV show - "NEXT TIME ON _ WHEN VULCANS GO BAD!!!!!!" laughs until she falls on floor
Wolfgangsq9: well here is more
Chapter 2: When Vulcans go Bad yes - took the Idea from above - hehe
Spock turned and pointed the energy weapon at McCoy.
"If you do not call off security and release the Enterprise to my control, the doctor will suffer for your actions."
Kirks face hardened. "Once again, I ask you Spock, Can you do that? Can you just kill McCoy? I bet you cannot. I do not know what is wrong, but whatever it is, we can get through this together."
"If you persist in this pointless babbling Captain, I will fire."
Spock's finger tightened over the firing stud. McCoy tensed, ready to dive for cover.
"You can't, Spock."
"Really, Captain, I believe I can."
Spock fired the gun.
McCoy, being prepared, dodged the best that he could, but after the Captains chair had been melted, there was no cover left on the bridge. The first shot went over his head; the second one was aimed at his heart. The sound of Scotty and the security guards cutting through the last of the door rang in his ears precious seconds to late. He closed his eyes and waited for the silent impact before his organs would begin to melt. He estimated he had about twenty minutes before he passed out form the pain and died.
The darkness came quicker than he thought. A force slammed him into the wall and he smacked his head hard against it. The light faded and Leonard McCoy had looked apprehensively into the eyes of death.
Two Days Later: McCoy's POV
As he walked down the hall to the senate chambers, McCoy winced and rubbed his head. When Jim had slammed him into the wall, saving his life and taking the phaser hit himself, McCoy had gained a rather nice lump on the back of his head.
He gazed at the large stone doors before him and sighed. Today was the trial, and McCoy was the prosecutions chief witness. After being arrested on the Enterprise, Spock had been extradited to Vulcan to stand trial. This request had been given by none other than Sarek, Ambassador of Vulcan.
McCoy remembered the tense conversation he had had with Spock's dad the night before. After he had beamed down to the planet.
"Ambassador."
"Doctor, Live Long and Prosper."
(Silence)
"Just as hot as I remember it."
"Indeed, the climate on Vulcan rarely ever changes."
McCoy was beginning to get pissed so he decided to just come right out with it.
"Damnit. Ambassador, I think you may owe me an explanation."
"As to what."
"As to why the trial? Why extraditing Spock? Why sentencing you own son to death by TalShya."
"Your own earth laws are very clear on premeditated murder and malicious intent, doctor. How can you expect Vulcan's laws to be less so."
"On Earth Spock would have received life in prison until rehabilitation. He could have recovered. He could have not died."
"Doctor, My son is Vulcan. He must answer to Vulcan laws. Moreover, rehabilitation for a Vulcan, reorientation of a mind system set up by the individual, is sheer torture. I am merciful to my son by asking this."
"But the Federation knows that, rehabilitation would have been the severest penalty for Spock."
"May I ask you why you are defending my son, Doctor? May I inquire as to the condition of your Captain? I believe Captain Kirk may one day be expected to live a fully functional life, possibly with the aid of a mobility device. His spinal cord was severed. He will never again walk, nor command a starship."
McCoy refrained from punching the ambassador's lights out. He more than anyone knew that Jim Kirks life had been ruined. He had seen the reports. HE had begged and pleaded to get into the Starfleet medical security ward. When he had been denied access till after the trial, he had rushed to Vulcan to get away from the mournful faces and media hype on earth. He knew, goddamnit. He didn't need some upstart Vulcan telling him what was what.
"My son, Doctor, destroyed another mans life. For that, his own must be forfeit. That is the only way. I will see justice done, no matter what other illogical thoughts may plague my mind as a father who is condemning his son to death. Justice must be done.
Present: Spock's POV
The Senate chamber doors opened. He turned his head to witness the entrance of a figure. The Man was human, in his early forties, with pepper brown hair and a craggy but kind looking face. He wore a Starfleet medical dress uniform with a substantial number of awards on the front.
The man was eyeing him too, and he felt uncomfortable under the Doctors clinical gaze. He moved his line of sight to a wall in the back.
"The prisoner will stand."
He assumed that was him and he stood.
"Spock of Vulcan, do you recognize your accuser who stands before you."
He studied the man. Confusion crossed the Doctors gaze. The prisoner assessed that this was a man who knew him well, and was disturbed by the absence of recognition in his eyes.
He looked again at the uniform. Lt. Commander. An unusually high rank for a Doctor. This man before him was distinguished in his field, no doubt.
The Judge said again. "Do you, Spock of Vulcan, recognize your accuser?"
Spock leaned forward and studied the man before him one final time.
"Your honor, I have never seen this man before in my life."