Meaningful Silences 5/?
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
This gets AU from here on out. Although I am not too sure where to take this fic. Oh well, onto the next part.
On Genesis
The bridge the next day was tension-filled as the crew of the USS Enterprise waited impatiently for readings of life signs on Genesis from their position circling above the planet's atmosphere. Kirk in particular was tightly strung and it was only when a life form was confirmed that he relaxed his rigid posture.
"McCoy, Chekov, Nurse Chapel, you're with me." Kirk ordered as he made his way up the stairs to the turbo lift. Nurse chapel met the away team in the transporter room with a full supply of medical supplies. They each had a phaser in their hands as well as a tricorder, as soon as everyone got on the transporter pad Kirk ordered the transport, fairly strumming with repressed excitement.
As the transporter faded the four crewmen looked around their surroundings in awe. The planet was picture-perfect. The trees lush greens, the water sparkling and clear, the sky a heavenly blue with not a cloud in sight. It was like Eden and the crew took a deep breath of the air, walking onward with and unnoticed bounce it their step.
"Spock should be that way, four kilometers." Chekov told them as he looked at his tricorder for confirmation.
"Well, then let's get our first officer back, shall we folks." Kirk answered walking towards the direction in which Chekov pointed.
As they walked over the hill they noticed the crashed funeral tube sticking out of the earth. Close by they noticed a prone body lying in a heap on the soil. Kirk was the first to react as he ran towards the fallen body, the others closely followed.
"Spock!" Kirk screamed his voice caught between hopeful and tormented.
He ignored the branches that hit him in the face as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, until he knelt down by the black-clad body. Before he could turn him up so that Kirk could see his face, McCoy rushed over and practically pushed Kirk away from the body.
"Don't move him." McCoy ordered when it looked like Jim would move him. "Let me examine his condition."
So saying McCoy opened his tricorder and waved it over the prone body. It beeped and buzzed then lay silent.
"It is Spock, but he seems to be comatose, almost like a meditative trance." Bones told Kirk softly. "There seems to be nothing wrong with Spock physically, yet he still lies unconscious. Let's get him back to the Enterprise where I can run further tests."
McCoy felt along Spock's neck, quickly pressing a hypo spray to stabilize his vital signs.
"Beam Spock's signal straight to Sickbay, Scotty." Kirk ordered. Watching worriedly as Spock disappeared in a beam of light, leaving speckles of energy behind. "Four to beam up."
Once the four of them were once again on the Enterprise, Kirk walked to the bridge. He had to force himself not to change directions and head for sickbay right away. Instead he lengthened his stride and continued on his way to the bridge. Upon entering, Kirk smiled, relieving the tensions of this crew with one look, although they were still worried about Spock's condition.
"Sulu, set course for Vulcan. Warp 4." Kirk ordered.
"Ay, sir." Sulu acknowledged setting course for Vulcan. "Course set, sir."
"Engage."
Kirk stayed on the bridge in his chair for the next two hours, making sure the ship got underway without problems. Only after he was sure that things were taken care of did he let himself think of Spock, lying comatose in Sickbay.
"Scotty, you have the Conn. I'll be in Sickbay."
"Aye, laddie." Scotty said, giving Kirk a hearty clap on the back. "Give Spock our regards."
"Of course Scotty. Alert me if there are any emergencies that require my attention."
Kirk walked to the turbo lift silently and as the doors closed behind him he leaned heavily against the wall, only rousing himself when he heard the doors open on the deck near Sickbay. He walked slowly, nodding to the occasional crewman who acknowledged him until he stepped in front of the doors to sickbay. Hoping for some good news Jim took a deep breath and entered.
Rated: PG-13. May go up later depending on the direction the story takes.
Pairing: K/S (Although nothing explicit.)
A.N.: Takes place before and during 'The Search For Spock', May be somewhat inaccurate due to my foggy memories of the movie, but this was just banging around in my head. This is my first attempt at Star Trek fiction so any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy.
This gets AU from here on out. Although I am not too sure where to take this fic. Oh well, onto the next part.
On Genesis
The bridge the next day was tension-filled as the crew of the USS Enterprise waited impatiently for readings of life signs on Genesis from their position circling above the planet's atmosphere. Kirk in particular was tightly strung and it was only when a life form was confirmed that he relaxed his rigid posture.
"McCoy, Chekov, Nurse Chapel, you're with me." Kirk ordered as he made his way up the stairs to the turbo lift. Nurse chapel met the away team in the transporter room with a full supply of medical supplies. They each had a phaser in their hands as well as a tricorder, as soon as everyone got on the transporter pad Kirk ordered the transport, fairly strumming with repressed excitement.
As the transporter faded the four crewmen looked around their surroundings in awe. The planet was picture-perfect. The trees lush greens, the water sparkling and clear, the sky a heavenly blue with not a cloud in sight. It was like Eden and the crew took a deep breath of the air, walking onward with and unnoticed bounce it their step.
"Spock should be that way, four kilometers." Chekov told them as he looked at his tricorder for confirmation.
"Well, then let's get our first officer back, shall we folks." Kirk answered walking towards the direction in which Chekov pointed.
As they walked over the hill they noticed the crashed funeral tube sticking out of the earth. Close by they noticed a prone body lying in a heap on the soil. Kirk was the first to react as he ran towards the fallen body, the others closely followed.
"Spock!" Kirk screamed his voice caught between hopeful and tormented.
He ignored the branches that hit him in the face as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, until he knelt down by the black-clad body. Before he could turn him up so that Kirk could see his face, McCoy rushed over and practically pushed Kirk away from the body.
"Don't move him." McCoy ordered when it looked like Jim would move him. "Let me examine his condition."
So saying McCoy opened his tricorder and waved it over the prone body. It beeped and buzzed then lay silent.
"It is Spock, but he seems to be comatose, almost like a meditative trance." Bones told Kirk softly. "There seems to be nothing wrong with Spock physically, yet he still lies unconscious. Let's get him back to the Enterprise where I can run further tests."
McCoy felt along Spock's neck, quickly pressing a hypo spray to stabilize his vital signs.
"Beam Spock's signal straight to Sickbay, Scotty." Kirk ordered. Watching worriedly as Spock disappeared in a beam of light, leaving speckles of energy behind. "Four to beam up."
Once the four of them were once again on the Enterprise, Kirk walked to the bridge. He had to force himself not to change directions and head for sickbay right away. Instead he lengthened his stride and continued on his way to the bridge. Upon entering, Kirk smiled, relieving the tensions of this crew with one look, although they were still worried about Spock's condition.
"Sulu, set course for Vulcan. Warp 4." Kirk ordered.
"Ay, sir." Sulu acknowledged setting course for Vulcan. "Course set, sir."
"Engage."
Kirk stayed on the bridge in his chair for the next two hours, making sure the ship got underway without problems. Only after he was sure that things were taken care of did he let himself think of Spock, lying comatose in Sickbay.
"Scotty, you have the Conn. I'll be in Sickbay."
"Aye, laddie." Scotty said, giving Kirk a hearty clap on the back. "Give Spock our regards."
"Of course Scotty. Alert me if there are any emergencies that require my attention."
Kirk walked to the turbo lift silently and as the doors closed behind him he leaned heavily against the wall, only rousing himself when he heard the doors open on the deck near Sickbay. He walked slowly, nodding to the occasional crewman who acknowledged him until he stepped in front of the doors to sickbay. Hoping for some good news Jim took a deep breath and entered.