Chapter 6: coffin fever.
Summary: some idiot locked angel in Larten's coffin, now Nero has to salvage the situation, but he's going to need a hand, so who does he enlist? Why Spock of course! Will they free Angel in time?
Characters: Spock, Angel, Nero S.
Angel tried moving his arms and legs, someone on a whim thought it would be a good idea to drag him into a coffin, but not just any coffin… it turned out to be Larten's coffin. A gleeful ensign shut the coffin. "So long, little bloodsucker!" He couldn't lie, that insult did hurt his feelings. After the stuff involving him and his allies, you'd think the guardian would be respected, but nope, still in his predecessor's shadows. Shadows he'd be unable to live up to. He cringed as the coffin was picked up than tapped on. Probably some damn human of sorts. The person began to tap a message of some sort, watching his face. Angel batted his eyelashes in annoyance. "If you want to look at me, do it and get it over with, dammit! He was losing his marbles, if he had any to begin with. Granted he was a demon before this befell him… but that was not the point at hand. The person in question began to babble than scream as he was beheaded. A glowing arm smashed through the lid of the coffin, "You okay, Angel?" The vampire smiled, leave it to Nero to find him trapped inside this mess. "Yeah, is there a way to extricate me from this hell?" The half demon smiled, "You could always bust yourself out, but I get the feeling you can't work your musculature." Angel nodded, his legs and arms were useless. "It is good in that case I called in a favor… A rather logical one at that," said a voice. A man with dark hair, pointy ears and eyebrows, and a blue uniform, approached the 2. "Who are you," asked Angel? "My name is Spock," the man said. From what Angel could tell, he wasn't a full blooded human, but hey, who was he to argue this? Nero nodded to Spock, and the 2 began to pull Angel out of the coffin little by little. "Easy. Easy. Ouch. Ouch. Gah, not that leg!" "Stop complaining," Nero said. "I believe the humans have a phrase, suck it up?" Spock asked innocently. "Think he's been hanging around the doctor to long," Nero said, smiling. Angel just nodded his head. The 2 lifted him gently out of the coffin, to realize the vampire was burning up. "McCoy's not going to be happy about this one," Nero said. The Vulcan did an eyebrow quirk. Indeed.
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Inside sickbay.
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"Doctor McCoy, what is the diagnosis of the patient?" Doctor McCoy, a man with hazel eyes, and hair I can't describe, and a blue medical uniform looked closely at his tricorder. "Well, looks like a case of the coffin fever," he said drily. "Is it curable," a concerned Nero asked. The condition takes its time in the body, before the person gets better. "And if it continues without getting better?" Nero asked. "We lose a vampire," he said. What McCoy didn't say was, the last vampire bestowed guardianship of the golden sword of timelines. No, he'd let Nero fill in those gaps. All he had to do was work on keeping Angel alive and stable.
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