Light

Author's Note: This is a twist on things that are brought to mind with the word 'light', as I wanted to be different. Enjoy. :]

Also, I forgot to put this last time, but just know for now on that I don't own Trek. xD


"Light… light please." Another pause "Dammit Tanith, I said 'light'!"

McCoy looked up from the surgery he was currently trying to perform but could not do particularly well with his assistant doing… whatever the hell it was that she was doing. 'Damn kid...'

Full lips drew downward, disgruntled, upon finding his understudy was not simply daydreaming about that engineer of hers. She just plain wasn't there. Brow furrowed, McCoy's hazel eyes probed the dimly lit room for Tani but she was nowhere to be found. Then a memory slowly started to surface in his mind. It was hazy, as if it had happened long ago or while he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

They were on a planet… something to do with hallucinogens. Seeing things that meant the most to them in an attempt to lure them somewhere… yes, something along those lines. Tani was… running. He was yelling at her to stop, something like 'it's not really him'. Then… an explosion. A bright flash of white light, along with colors of crimson and gold, colliding into him with a blast of heat. Then blackness.

McCoy blinked the memory away, even more uncertain by it. It had felt so real… but if that had happened, how was here right now? Working on a patient? 'Patient… wait, who the hell am I cutting into?'

The doctor looked down then recoiled with a strangled noise of surprise and disgust. He had found Tani. Clouded, lifeless green eyes seemed to stare up at him accusingly, a large 'Y' cut on her abdomen. The ivory skin was pulled back to reveal the young girl's innards. It was an autopsy.

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"No! NO!" McCoy's eyes squeezed tightly shut; he writhed in the stark white cot he was settled in. Captain Jim T. Kirk watched his friend solemnly, lips forming a hard line.

"It appears his condition is worsening." Spock observed, watching the wriggling doctor with his hands clasped calmly behind his back.

"Yeah, well, with our two top medical officers down, there's not much we can do." Kirk said, voice weary and worn, a testimony to how long he'd been standing there and the lack of sleep he'd had. Kirk's striking blue eyes flicked briefly to the cot next to McCoy's, occupied by the chief medical officer's understudy. The glistening jade eyes of the chief engineer met Kirk's briefly before the Scotsman's gaze returned to the bed in front of him.

Kirk looked back to the struggling form of his close friend and murmured "All we can do now is hope they're both stubborn enough to stay away from the light."