A Star Trek Fanfiction
I Wanted Him
Chapter Seven:
To Forget Me
There was tension in the air and it centered around three people. After leaving the planet and resuming their normal duties, there it has been. Jen discontinued with the sessions, having permanently solved her problem and Andrea made no move to state otherwise. In fact, she was friendly in that regard and asked that they remained friends throughout their voyage. From the outside looking in, you could say that it was mere longing that hung in the air. An intense wanting for something that you could no longer have. A longing, like a school girl crush, would wear away with time.
Jen and Spock rarely left eachother's side now, much to the chagrin of the Doctor, who had to endure their displays of affection. It was apparently a bet among the crew how long it would take for them to hook up; irony that Nyota ended up winning the pot, part played in the whole thing notwithstanding.
"So when's the wedding?"
"By Vulcan standards, our bond is consummated. As to a formal display, we plan to have a ceremony at the end of our voyage."
"Damn." Sulu muttered, "That's no fair Uhura. You know him too well."
She smirked, "Fair is fair. I win again."
"You guys are the best crew I could ask for." Jen rolled her eyes, "Don't you people have anything better to do?"
Sulu thought about it, "No, not really. Chekov?"
"Nyet. Uhura?"
"A few things. At the moment? Nope."
The Captain grinned, "I hate you all."
"Does that statement extend to me as well?"
"I hate you most of all Spock. In fact, I hate you so much I could spend all night showing you."
The whole crew laughed out loud as Spock's ears took on a rather vibrant shade of green.
. . .
"Ah, Dr. McCoy, what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to speak to you on a matter dealing with the Captain."
"Alright, come in."
Andrea directed him to her sitting area, noting the way he watched her. When they were properly seated, he cut immediately to the chase.
"I've been going over Jen's cerebral scans and something doesn't seem to add up. The months before she attended your meetings they were within the normal ranges she normally displayed. During the sessions, she had an spike in activity, in the areas that have no relation to each other. Now those candles you've given to her-"
"In no way affect the workings of the mind Dr. I can assure you of that. They are meant to calm the body in a state that anything affecting the person is brought to light. I am to understand that intense stress upon someone can cause such changes in the body. The human anatomy is a very complex thing."
"Yes, I understand all of that, but it just seems too strange to have something like this happen now. Jen has been through worse things."
"Ah, but the mind of a female is tricky waters to navigate. Don't let it bother you too much. I can assure you if there's a problem, Spock will be the first one to find it. They are bondmates after all."
"Yes. . . and how do you feel about all of this?"
"In all honesty, I'm fine with the situation. Jen is happy and they are in love; what more can one ask for?"
Bones examined her facial features carefully, "Are you absolutely-"
"I thought we were here do discuss the well-being of the Captain? I appreciate your concern, but everything is fine, I assure you."
Everything was more than fine, now that she knew what she had to do. While out, Andrea snuck into Jen's room and placed a dish of liquid in the room and set the temperature a few degrees higher than normal. At this setting, the liquid would evaporate and saturate the room. By the time she would come back, she wouldn't stand a chance. She could only call upon luck that Spock would not follow. Testing the bond between the two was risky enough.
With a smile, she quietly left the room and headed off to get some lunch. On the way, she coincidentally met up with the bane of her existence. Too much in a good mood, she spared a smile and continued on her way, glorifying in his mildly confused expression.
. . .
After conversing with the Venusians from Aros and working out negotiations for possible Federation Alignment, Jen was glad to see that her shift was over. Yawning, she saw to it that the crew was in perfect working condition and that the rest of the crew had their orders. Leaving Spock in change, she stalked off to her room for some well deserved sleep.
Everything had gone so smooth, too smooth since the emotional blowup on Aros. Karma must have taken a vacation as well for her to be with the man of her obsession and on good, if not platonic terms with the woman she once thought as her rival. Even more startling, she was also on good terms with a woman she was actually growing to love. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn something was missing from the picture.
When she entered the room, a sickeningly sweet smell hit her face. It had the scent of burning jasmine and cinnamon and seemed to consume her in its potency. As the scent brought her to her knees, she began to experience the sensation of falling, falling into a dark place she was fearful she would never return from.
. . .
Jen, I've told you so many times to come home when I tell you to. Is it so hard to listen to simple intructions?
Mom, you're never home, so why should it matter? I come back home alive.
Don't take that tone with me young lady. Unlike you, I'm working to keep a roof over your ungrateful head. And it wouldn't hurt to show Charles some respect.
That asshole can phase himself.
That's it. Get out. Until I feel that you've learned some control, stay out of the house.
Gladly. Keep your deadbeat husband and go back to space. Sometimes I wish it was me that died and not dad. Maybe then you'd give a damn-
What did you say?
You heard me.
How dare you- I work my ass off just for you and you-
Noone told you to give birth to me mom! Nobody told me you had to! So leave me the hell alone!
Jennafer . . .
Go back to space and do what you always do. Call me sometimes just because Charlie tattled on me. Chew me out when you get home then throw me out when you get testy. I don't care!
I'm sorry-
I am too mom. I'm sorry. I'm so goddamned sorry I can't stand it.
. . .
Where the hell are you going?
None of your business.
Well I hope you stay gone or find a job. How the hell two officers have such a worthless bitch is beyond me.
As opposed to the worthless bastard imprinting the couch with his gigantic ass?
Don't you sass me brat.
I'll do what I want.
I've seen proof of that. Just about how many guys have you brought into this house this week. You're a bigger whore than my mother ever was.
Fuck you.
No thanks. . . Bitch!
The next time I'll aim at your head. With a sharper knife.
. . .
I'm glad you decided to join me Jen.
Don't flatter yourself, it was the lesser of two evils.
. . . can I walk you to class?
How school boy of you.
. . . is that Cameron walking around with low-class trash. . . ?
. . . I know her. . . she's that tramp my brother picked up in a bar. . .
. . . I heard she'll do girls too. . .
Ignore them Jen.
Why should I? It's true, and not doing you any favors to be seen with me.
They don't know what I know.
Does it matter?
It does to me.
. . .
Jen, are you okay?
. . . don't. . . ask. . . .
I just got assigned to the Orion. When everything calms down, I'll message you. Bummer you had to be suspended.
. . . don't . . .count me out just. . . yet. . .
Okay. When you get settled, call me okay?
. . . promise. . .
As much as this warms my heart, we got to move quickly.
. . . take care of my girl Bones. . .
. . .
"What's wrong with the Captain?"
"I'm trying to find out. Come on Jen, snap out it!"
"Doctor McCoy, what happened?"
Spock knew something was wrong the moment he felt their bond close off. It wasn't too long afterward that screaming was heard and he rushed to her quarters with the speed of a madman. He found his Captain and lover in the throes of hysteria on her floor. As he called for help, he tried to reach out to her. Whatever claimed her was a powerful force and quickly drove him out.
"I don't know. Hold onto her Spock while I try to sedate her."
It was a painful thing to hold her down as she continued to scream. No matter how many times he tried to calm her down or call to her bond, he went unheard. What was happening to her?
. . .
"We've got her stable for now, but her brain activity is off the charts. It's possible that whatever's affected her before has now reached it's peak."
"Before?"
"I've noticed an abnormality with her cerebral scans for some time now. After investigating every possible cause for the condition, this happens. I'll call in the Councilor and-"
"How will Seran's presence benefit the Captain?"
"I want to ask her about her regimental treatment of Jen's depression. I want to know if there's any way that those candles-"
"Candles?"
"Aromatherapy she told me it was. A bunch of nonsense to me, but it seemed to work wonders for Jen. I want an extensive study on the composition of those candles so we can rule out any opposing effects. It just as well could be anything else picked up from Aros, but I want to cover all of my bases."
Spock was out before he finished the sentence.
He was well aware of the sessions from before and bent upon finding out the true extent of her counseling. When he searched her room, he came up empty. His next stop was at Seran's office. She wasn't there.
. . .
Author's Note:
Intense huh? This chapter took me about two days get down on Word. I'm pretty satisfied as to how well it's going and am actually planning out another story to get started on. Of course, I now know that it's better to give my full attention to the task at hand and keep others in waiting until ready. Makes for better stories in my opinion. So I hope you enjoy the chapters, because I enjoy writing them. Thanks for reading!