Title: Devil At Your Doorstop
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: I am so so so so so so so sorry - this is later than expected.
Starzangel: I am glad that you are excited - I love reviews thanks for reading - yes unanswered questions are my specialty.
Tavia: aaaaa yes - my dear Tavia - It sometimes seems that it is my mission in life to confuse you - well I am sorry I will try to make things clearer.. If not IM me and ask - there are no secrets in this story - you can be in the loop.
Hyperbole: I am so glad I read Chapter 27 of McCoy before I posted this - I had almost thought you forgot me!!!!!! sobbing
Here we go!
Chapter 3: Missing in Action? Or Not.
Doctor McCoy walked out of the stone doors of the jury room completely confused. If Spock was trying to get out of a death sentence by trying to fake mind sickness it might work, but then, if it did, he would have to go through Vulcan mind rehabilitation. Not a walk through the park. That was not something McCoy could see Spock wanting to choose to go through.
McCoy had seen Spock's eyes. He had seen the complete lack of recognition in them. Could something that deep be faked? It puzzled him so completely that he failed to notice the Starfleet Ensign running up to him.
"Sir! Dr. McCoy?"
Startled out of his thoughts, McCoy looked the young man in the face. "What is it!" he barked.
"Sir, Admiral Hanes requests to speak to you over subspace, priority one."
"What the hell is wrong.."
The Doctor was cut off by the Ensign pulling out a communicator. "Enright to Intrepid."
"Intrepid here."
"I have the Doctor, two to beam up."
"Now wait just one damn minute!" cried the Doctor as he dematerialized leaving the blowing sands of Vulcan behind.
Upon the Intrepid:
"Son, you better have a damn good reason for beaming me up here outta the blue."
"Admirals orders, sir."
"Well then, let me speak to the good Admiral."
"Right away sir."
"McCoy was fuming by the manhandling he had received down on the planet and was in not to great of a mood when he stepped into the empty room that was set up for his use. The Admirals face was grave, and this gave McCoy pause.
"Admiral Hanes. Is there a problem?"
"Problem, McCoy I have a catastrophe. It seems that Starfleet medical has lost one Galactic Hero."
"Come again, Admiral, I didn't quite catch that."
"Captain Kirk is missing."
Now this kind of announcement would have seemed normal to McCoy had it been his own sickbay back on the Enterprise. Kirk was constantly leaving sickbay without permission, setting a horrible example for Ensigns to come. Chekov had taken to copying the Captains habits, and especially after that terrible aging disease incident, had avoided sickbay like the plague. Chekov had tried every which way to escape from it. He had even gone through the vents once. McCoy had fumed at the Captain for setting such an example, but Jim would only laugh and tell him that it was his responsibility to keep his patients there, and if they escaped it wasn't Kirks fault. McCoy secretly believed that Kirk delighted in his crew's antics. Yet this was an entirely different situation.
"Admiral, can you explain to me exactly how a paralyzed and unconscious patient escapes form a high security medical ward at Starfleet command? Your people have that place under so much security that not even I have gotten in there to see him yet. How on earth do you expect Kirk to get out?
"I was hoping you could tell me that, Doctor, since you have had experience with this kind of breakout before."
"Yes, of course, when I have benched Kirk for a day to recuperate in my sick bay he has often escaped out and back to his command chair, but that was when he had a command to go to, and the use of his legs. Admiral, if Jim Kirk is really gone, it wasn't under his own willpower."
"I agree, Doctor. I am reassigning you to earth immediately. I want you to beam over to the Maggie May. It is leaving for earth in ten minutes."
"But what about the trial?"
"The Vulcans have found Commander Spock guilty ten minutes ago. He has been sentenced to death. There is nothing more you can do there. Now you have your orders Doctor, I expect you to get back here with all possible speed to help us search for the Captain. Starfleet out."
McCoy sat back, puzzled, stunned, and sad.
So Spock was going to die, probably dead all ready. The Vulcans didn't wait on these matters.
He put his head down in his hands and just sat there for a moment, not moving, barely breathing.
"Jim. I am sorry. Damn you Spock, how could you do this?"
McCoy wiped his watering eyes and got up. There was no time for searching for answers now that would never come.
Back at Starfleet, a smile graced a face. A Woman sat up in her chair and looked at the screen in front of her. Four pictures sat in front of her. She studied each in turn. A Captain. A Vulcan. A Doctor. An Engineer.
She made a fist as she remembered again, the face of her beloved brother, and friend.
With two down, and two to go, her day was getting better and better.
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: I am so so so so so so so sorry - this is later than expected.
Starzangel: I am glad that you are excited - I love reviews thanks for reading - yes unanswered questions are my specialty.
Tavia: aaaaa yes - my dear Tavia - It sometimes seems that it is my mission in life to confuse you - well I am sorry I will try to make things clearer.. If not IM me and ask - there are no secrets in this story - you can be in the loop.
Hyperbole: I am so glad I read Chapter 27 of McCoy before I posted this - I had almost thought you forgot me!!!!!! sobbing
Here we go!
Chapter 3: Missing in Action? Or Not.
Doctor McCoy walked out of the stone doors of the jury room completely confused. If Spock was trying to get out of a death sentence by trying to fake mind sickness it might work, but then, if it did, he would have to go through Vulcan mind rehabilitation. Not a walk through the park. That was not something McCoy could see Spock wanting to choose to go through.
McCoy had seen Spock's eyes. He had seen the complete lack of recognition in them. Could something that deep be faked? It puzzled him so completely that he failed to notice the Starfleet Ensign running up to him.
"Sir! Dr. McCoy?"
Startled out of his thoughts, McCoy looked the young man in the face. "What is it!" he barked.
"Sir, Admiral Hanes requests to speak to you over subspace, priority one."
"What the hell is wrong.."
The Doctor was cut off by the Ensign pulling out a communicator. "Enright to Intrepid."
"Intrepid here."
"I have the Doctor, two to beam up."
"Now wait just one damn minute!" cried the Doctor as he dematerialized leaving the blowing sands of Vulcan behind.
Upon the Intrepid:
"Son, you better have a damn good reason for beaming me up here outta the blue."
"Admirals orders, sir."
"Well then, let me speak to the good Admiral."
"Right away sir."
"McCoy was fuming by the manhandling he had received down on the planet and was in not to great of a mood when he stepped into the empty room that was set up for his use. The Admirals face was grave, and this gave McCoy pause.
"Admiral Hanes. Is there a problem?"
"Problem, McCoy I have a catastrophe. It seems that Starfleet medical has lost one Galactic Hero."
"Come again, Admiral, I didn't quite catch that."
"Captain Kirk is missing."
Now this kind of announcement would have seemed normal to McCoy had it been his own sickbay back on the Enterprise. Kirk was constantly leaving sickbay without permission, setting a horrible example for Ensigns to come. Chekov had taken to copying the Captains habits, and especially after that terrible aging disease incident, had avoided sickbay like the plague. Chekov had tried every which way to escape from it. He had even gone through the vents once. McCoy had fumed at the Captain for setting such an example, but Jim would only laugh and tell him that it was his responsibility to keep his patients there, and if they escaped it wasn't Kirks fault. McCoy secretly believed that Kirk delighted in his crew's antics. Yet this was an entirely different situation.
"Admiral, can you explain to me exactly how a paralyzed and unconscious patient escapes form a high security medical ward at Starfleet command? Your people have that place under so much security that not even I have gotten in there to see him yet. How on earth do you expect Kirk to get out?
"I was hoping you could tell me that, Doctor, since you have had experience with this kind of breakout before."
"Yes, of course, when I have benched Kirk for a day to recuperate in my sick bay he has often escaped out and back to his command chair, but that was when he had a command to go to, and the use of his legs. Admiral, if Jim Kirk is really gone, it wasn't under his own willpower."
"I agree, Doctor. I am reassigning you to earth immediately. I want you to beam over to the Maggie May. It is leaving for earth in ten minutes."
"But what about the trial?"
"The Vulcans have found Commander Spock guilty ten minutes ago. He has been sentenced to death. There is nothing more you can do there. Now you have your orders Doctor, I expect you to get back here with all possible speed to help us search for the Captain. Starfleet out."
McCoy sat back, puzzled, stunned, and sad.
So Spock was going to die, probably dead all ready. The Vulcans didn't wait on these matters.
He put his head down in his hands and just sat there for a moment, not moving, barely breathing.
"Jim. I am sorry. Damn you Spock, how could you do this?"
McCoy wiped his watering eyes and got up. There was no time for searching for answers now that would never come.
Back at Starfleet, a smile graced a face. A Woman sat up in her chair and looked at the screen in front of her. Four pictures sat in front of her. She studied each in turn. A Captain. A Vulcan. A Doctor. An Engineer.
She made a fist as she remembered again, the face of her beloved brother, and friend.
With two down, and two to go, her day was getting better and better.