1Disclaimer: I still do not own Star Trek. The inhabitants of the planet are still mine. Morlin is still Elvish for Darksong.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I had summer reading to finish (grrrrrr) and a few cross-country practices, so I haven't had as much time to write. (sighs) School is here.
Chapter Four
"I will not tell you anything," Turita insisted as Doctor McCoy led him down the hall.
"How about some lunch?" the doctor suggested.
Turita looked confused. "An enemy never offers a prisoner food."
"We aren't your enemies, and you look hungry. I promise I won't poison it."
"Why would you? It would be much easier to inject me with poison than to try to convince me to eat it."
McCoy sighed, wondering if the boy had learned all this from stories or from experience.
"Stay down and keep quiet," Morlin warned. "They're coming."
Spock raised an eyebrow. He had barely heard the girl approaching.
"There they are!" one of the natives shouted. Morlin mentally cursed her choice of bright clothing.
"Morlin, why do you hide?" a rough voice asked.
"And you have treated the spy's wounds. Why?" another echoed.
"He is not a spy," Morlin objected. "He is a visitor from the other side of the planet."
"And the prisoner cannot speak for himself?" a third voice demanded, even rougher than the first two, if that were possible.
"He is rather weak, Chief," Morlin said defensively.
"And why did you change your position?"
"I needed an open area to treat his injuries, and plants that did not grow near the cave. And I did not wish to leave him alone, lest spies from the other village find him."
The Chief looked first at Morlin and then at the stranger. His clothing was similar to theirs, his blood green like any of them. But still . . .
"We shall see," the Chief said. "We shall see if you tell the same story after a week in the Caves."
"This was very good," Turita said after he'd finished his lunch with the doctor. A wide smile spread across his face.
"I have something else you'll want to see. Come with me."
The boy got up and obediently followed Doctor McCoy to the turbolift. "Bridge," the doctor said.
"Where are we going?" Turita asked.
"You'll see."
Bug, Vulcan of Centeral Park – hmm . . . what does her brother think of these strange people? And what will he be able to do to help even if he wants to? I couldn't think of anything more fancy for the dividers, but they serve their purprose.
Ster J – Always good to hear someone else who understands disabled people's real abilities. If you've read my attempt at an X-men fanfic, you know Xavier's my favorite. And if you're reading my Treasure Island fanfic, you know exactly what I think of Long John Silver (also my favorite). If you're not reading any of them, I guess you've figured out anyway that I like to write about people with different abilities. But it looks like our one-legged friend is in trouble now, huh? Muahahahaha.