Uhura turned to Kirk. "Screw this," she yelled attacking at full force. She punched kicked and screamed. Sulu laughed and pulled out a fencing sword, flashing it menacingly. Spock looked on for a moment, then he pulled out his own weapon, a phaser. Each crew member was pulling out their weapon of choice in a full frontal mutiny assault. "You're losing command Captain!" Chekhov screeched with glee. From his multiple wounds Kirk let out a blood curdling death scream. One of despair and lost hope, there was no chance for survival…
On the bridge Kirk screamed in pure terror, his body jerked violently, and then he passed out. Uhura called the doctor to sickbay. Spock rushed to his side, and Sulu spun to see around. In the last five minutes nothing of any relevance had happened, then this. Kirk just screamed and fainted. A medical team cam and escorted the Captain away.
Leaving Sulu in charge Spock also left the bridge to go to his quarters. Inside he saw a huge mess and for a second his emotional façade recede while he frowned. One of his experiments had exploded setting off a chain reaction. This included releasing his newest experiment into the air vents. He pounded his fist on the table, and then began a frantic search for his notes.
McCoy was also having his own problems in sickbay- he was just more vocal. His accent was in full swing as he swore at the staff. Several crewmen were already in bed, and now the captain. They all had the same symptoms; a soaring pulse rate, and a coma. Simply there body was in panic state, but what the doctor knew was that it can only stay like this for so long until the heart collapses. It was like they were having a nightmare. A really, really, bad nightmare.
Just then Spock came in. "Unless your unconscious, I can't deal with you right now Spock!" The doctor snapped.
He shouted this as two more crewmen were brought in. "But, doctor," Spock calmly said," I know what this is."
That got his attention. "YOU KNOW? WELL ? SPIT IT OUT!" He was rushing around like mad to attend to everyone.
"A synthetic toxin. I was experimenting with it as a possible weapon for the Federation, then this morn-"
"YOU CREATED IT? Do you have a cure yet?" He paused to digest this.
"I'm working on it," Spock said this while holding out a jar of the experimental liquid. It was a clear sliver, murky and dangerous.
Just then the pulse above a red-shirt beeped; it was reaching over 240 beats per minute.
"Give it to me you pointy eared Vulcan."
"I warn you though, doctor, it is like the flu vaccine; it'll get worse before better."
"Well he's dying anyway!" McCoy said as he grabbed it and inserted into his hypo. He then rushed over and injected it into the red-shirt.
Spock's face fell as he looked on. Experiment cure one was a failure, and it was only so long before everyone else would be gone.
T O B E C ON T I N U E D …
This is based off an episode of Smallvile please review! Also, here is the disclaimer for the whole story: none of the characters are mine, bla bla bal, you get it. Anyway ta ta! Hopw you like that for a first chapter!