Star Trek: Teach Me How To Love Ch.2
Swearing, violence, fluff, gore.
I had been minding my own business when I felt a pain in my neck, blackness followed. I awoke to find myself dressed as a prince would be in Greece or Rome. I was also in a very strange place, there were fairies and elves! The whole place looked like a fairytale. I couldn't comprehend how I could get from the starship Enterprise to this place from a fairytale book. I started to wander around when I stumbled upon what looked to be a throne room. I looked around and out of nowhere guards seized me and put me in shackles. They spoke to one of the maids, sending her scurrying away, shaking in fear. What could have scared her so badly? I wait, it's all I can do. Normally, I would freak out. But I have a feeling that this is a prank on the new guy, me. I remember someone saying that there were halo-decks on the ship. So this must be one of the programs, I reached in to my pockets to see if I had anything to pick the locks on the shackles with. I only found a piece of paper. On it was a message. It read: 'Be careful. Find the member of our crew in the program. You have one hint: She is one hell of a woman.' I think, why would I have to find her? I probably don't even know her. So why her? So that it won't be easy to find her?
I'm thinking all these things when the doors to the throne room slam open causing the guards to jump and shake in their boots. In walks a beautiful woman. She's tall, about 5'7". Her hair is short, messy pixie cut. Her black hair was shiny and light reflected off of it, giving her a halo. She wore a floor length dress that hung off her shoulders, it was of the purest white silk. Gold circlets encircled her upper arms and wrists. Her feet were bare, a single golden bell on a gold chain hung around her right ankle. A crown of gold and rubies sat on her brow. She was so beautiful, with her pale skin, and her elfin ears. She had obviously been in the sun yet her skin remains pale. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, icy like the sea and yet as rocky as the English shores. To look into her eyes, was to look out a window into a blizzard, dark, blue, white, grey, and just as cold. I now saw why her guards were so scared, she defiantly wasn't a morning person. Her dress moved every time she moved, caressing her curves, emphasizing her assets. I'd bet she was good in bed too. Her voice booms over the room, powerful, yet soft.
"Who are you? And why are you here?" She demands to know. I think about telling her the truth, but they would think I was crazy. So instead I make up a story. I am dressed like a prince after all.
"I am Prince Lance of Persia. I came upon request from the king. I however, was not met by the king, and mistook for an intruder. So I figured I'd wait while the king was being brought." I say, I think I did pretty well, but the woman's eyes just went colder and became more cold and severe. So I continued. "He said it was about something for his daughter."
"What business, exactly, do you have with my Father?" She spits out. Shit, she's the princess? Don't know why I didn't see that coming. I figure I'd play it cool.
"So you're the princess? Such beauty. I'm surprised you don't have men lined up to be your mate." I say suavely. She goes red, and I know it's not from embarrassment. Then as soon as it came it left. She smiled. Smiled. I felt as though I was in deep shit. She became emotionless. I got scared. Who wouldn't? I thought I was saved when Spock walked in. He was dressed as the king. The princess dropped to her knees and bowed, touching her head to the floor.
"Papa." Was all she said. Spock's emotionless face softens and he raises her up. He smiles at her, his eyes slightly tearful.
"Lana. You're so beautiful. You know I worry about you, so I have arranged for you to marry this man and become his mate. Hopefully, in the next six years, you'll get to know each other." He says, surprising even me, I knew I had been taken aboard the Enterprise for a specific reason but to be a hologram's mate? Now I really didn't see that one coming. One of the guards had already unshackled me. I was still scared.
"Father. May I please test him? He must defeat me in battle before I am ready to submit to him. And even then I won't promise anything." She said her voice angry. Spock looked like he knew he had no choice but to let her fight me. I didn't even want to fight her! She looked weak and delicate. There's no way I could bring myself to harm her!
"Granted." He said turning to leave. "Good Luck." I'm not sure if he was talking to her or to me, although I had a feeling it was for me. She smiled and looked at me, as though she was marking my body for dissection.
"Bring him to the arena, allow him any weapon he wants." She said leaving. The guards nodded, taking me to the arena. They gave me armor, and an array of weaponry. I loaded myself up and decided I'd hide some around the arena. When I got to the arena there was a huge crowd of spectators. I was ready as I'd ever be. I hide my weapons and faced where my opponent would came in. The crowd was already chanting.
"Angel of Death, Angel of Death, Angel of Death!" They chanted. I figured out that that was the princess' arena name. It can't be good if that's her name in the arena. Spock was in the royal box with Captain Kirk, only Kirk was dressed as an adviser. I gulped. The doors opened to reveal Lana clad in the traditional armor of the Romans. Leather and steel plated skirt, leather sandals, clothe leggings that went to her knees. She still had her jewelry on. Her top was made of leather and gold plated steel. It went have way to her belly button, then stopped. It covered her breasts and shoulders, also her back. She looked even more beautiful in this than when I first met her. She had a sword on her belt, along with a dagger. The sword was a katana. She also had a bow in her hand and a quiver of arrows on her back. She ran at me releasing a rain of arrows as she ran. I dodged and used a shield given to me to block most of them. The crowd cheered and went wild as she fought, a smile was ever present on her face as she fought. She loved fighting I could tell, yet there was something that seemed to throb and hurt as she fought, something from the past.
I started to go on the defensive. I blocked lunged and retreated. The crowd loved both of us. Apparently no one lasts this long with her. She had ran out of arrows and had ditched the bow and quiver. She unsheathed her sword and came at me. Her speed was incredible. I started to up my game. I fought back with a fury that came from deep within. We both were wounded and bleeding. She relished the feeling. She smiled the whole time that we fought. As though she knew something I didn't, even the crowd seemed to know. We were on a raised place in the arena that was about fifty feet high. She turned away from me and I saw two patches of bare skin on her back, where armor should be. I know it was there when we started, being as her front was to me the entire time. I was about to attack her but she launched herself off the fake cliff. I hurried to the edge to see black as night wings whip out from her shoulders. She soared up toward me. Her sword ready to strike me down. I jumped back barely in time. Now I know how she got the name Angel of Death. She was deadly beautiful. She was a wild tiger, fierce and unpredictable. The arena was covered in blood. I was genuinely scared yet excited and falling hard for her every passing second. She drew back her sword arm threw it at me, I wasn't quick enough and it pierced my armor. It went through my shoulder. Up to the hilt. I gasped and fell back. She landed next to my prostrate body. She placed a foot on my chest and grabbed the hilt of her sword, pulling it slowly out of me. I grunted and cried out in pain. She licked some of my blood off of her sword before placing it in the air and giving of a war cry of victory. The whole crowd looked pleased and her father looked slightly disappointed, but Kirk was pleased I lasted this long.
She stepped away from me and flew out of the arena, leaving the medics to deal with me.
"Computer, end program." Kirk said and the program ended, my wounds disappeared, and my armor, leaving me in my uniform. Every one's outfits became their uniforms again and Lana's uniform was red. So she wasn't a hologram. She really was Spock's daughter, so that means she's Vulcan. So that means every seven years she has a Pon Farr, or something. I've seen when male Vulcans go through it and it ain't very pretty. Which, makes me nervous about how the females went through it. Man I need to ask, but I really don't want to know. Lana lands by her father. Her wings go back in her shoulders and her father smiles at her. Kirk throws an arm around her shoulders.
"So how'd you like your surprise my princess?" Kirk asks smiling. Lana smiles slightly and replies.
"I thank you for your concern but you did not have to find me a mate. I will find one when I feel the need to." She says, her voice icy. "Just because you are my God father doesn't mean you can do this for me." Kirk's her god father? Damn, she really is like a princess! Even her father is the first mate!
"You need to get over him Lana! You need to move on!" Kirk cries clutching her shoulders. Her face holds no emotion.
"I have sworn to never love another man again. I have forgotten how to love another. I won't ever forget him!" she says, then she screams, "I won't ever forget Jack!" and storms off. I sigh.
"May I return to my duties now?" I ask. I'm confused and just want to be where I know that I know what's going on and what needs done.
"We did call you here for your expertise, but also for you to be her mate. She is very picky and well, she loved one man so much, she punishes herself every day. She seems okay, but inside is a vortex of emotion that she can't seem to get rid of, so she locks it away and harms herself." Spock says sadly, Kirk is nodding, agreeing with him. "We know we can't force you to love her. But at least try to befriend her. She needs someone more than ever right now."
"I already love her. She holds such beauty and intelligence. She is cunning and can defeat me. There are few who can, and for them to be a woman is simply amazing." I say love is clear on my voice and it makes them smile. "In my opinion, she is but a child in a make-believe world. She knows that there is more, but she shrinks away from it. She has a deep hurt inside of her that seems unhealable. She's scared to love again. She's scared she might mess up and get them killed or hurt herself. That's what I think."
"Incredible. You've barely known her for an hour and you know her pain. I think you will be very good for her." Spock says. He has already accepted me as a son. Kirk seems proud of me as well. They truly care for her.
"I lost someone very close to me, and I never got to tell her that I loved her. She was killed in a raid on our ship. I tried to get to her, but was nearly knocked out and taken. She used her life to save mine. I'll never forget that or her, but to move on, I need to find someone I can love just as much. So I will try my best. The progress will be very slow, but it will be progress nonetheless." I say causing them to smile more and for Kirk to give a 'Whoop!'. Kirk dismisses me and I head to my station, to find Lana there, doing my job.
"Why are you here doing my job?" I question her, she doesn't even look at me when she answers.
"My job, not yours. Why are you here?" I sigh, so they didn't tell her.
"They assigned me here yesterday. I work here, and apparently with you." I say, I did love her, but I was beginning to get annoyed by her. She growls and turns to me, her eyes burning.
"Fine. You can have that half of the monitor and I'll have this half." She sneers at me. I growl back, really irritated by her.
"Fine by me!" I take over the side she pointed to and I begin working. I hear a suppressed chuckle from Lana and a faint smile tugs at her lips. This makes me smile slightly and I feel as though I have just won a small victory.