So I'm away at the minute and have spare time so imma write a lot and then upload when I return to Internet /3
So let me know about what you think of the direction of the story, I'm kind of making it up as I go along!
~ Fleursbelle
It has been 4 days since we were shoved into those awful cages. I'm glad to say that we were released from them after a day. We were returned to our previous quarters, where it was a bit more hospitable to admit. Chekov was still not fully recovered and winced when he bent down or touched his ribs or head at all.
The head Gorn came into the meat storage room the day we were released from there, and told us of a new arrangement he came up with. We were allowed to contact the enterprise, only to say that we were alive and 'well' and to see if they were upholding their end of the deal. That's all. If we were heard asking for help, we would be punished yet again. I spoke first to Sulu, and then to kirk. I explained the situation, the way the gorns wanted us to explain it anyway. Then Chekov asked about their side. Kirk gave his word that the away team were helping the gorns home planet, and things were reportedly going well. Which is really good to hear, for our sake. We ended our call as we were being monitored and told kirk we'd be in contact when we reached earth. Something our guard wasn't too happy about.
In return for the call, we were to help out around the ship until we arrived in earth. Chekov suggested going at hyper speed, and offered to help direct the ship, but he was of course declined. The gorns were weary of hyper speed, they don't trust it, even though its pretty safe. That's why it's so easy to catch them if we ever need to. They go about 150 miles an hour. Chekov estimated we had about 2 days of 'helping' left, give or take.
Our duties included; preparing the meat for the meals, cooking the meals and cleaning up their quarters. Disgusting is all I can say. The filth on the ship was ridiculous. Do they ever clean? Watching them eat was worse. If you've ever seen a hungry dog dig into a meal, food flying out, this was ten times worse. Meat and juice flew everywhere as they dived head first into their bowls. I literally had to duck for cover.
During one of the evening 'feeding sessions', Chekov pulled me aside into the corridor. We were alone for the first time all day. His usual smell was masked by the meat juices that were just flung straight at us. He pulled me close to him and we just stood there in each others arms for a while. I pulled back and looked at his face, really looked. His face has changed in the time we've been here. It's more hard, scarred and still slightly bruised. I was slowly coming to the realisation about our time here. I've been sheltered and protected a lot by this man. Most of the contact between species is done by Chekov. Any of the beatings are taken by him. Only the day before, I had broken something belonging to a Gorn in his room. It looked like a figurine of some kind. Chekov helped me pick up the pieces, and just as we were doing so, the creature walked in. He saw what had happened and was furious. I confessed to the act but Chekov stood in front of me and took the blame. He got a nasty gash across his chin. I reckoned it needed stitches, but there was nowhere to get such a supply. Gorn's skin is so thick it hardly ever got broken.
Whilst standing in the corridor, Chekov placed a kiss on my forehead, as he always does. A memory came to mind of my mother telling me that a kiss on the head signifies that that someone cares so much about you that no words need describe. The kiss shows you that they will protect you no matter what.
At the time of her telling me this I didn't believe her, because it was that exact kiss my father used to give me, after he... Came to see me all those times.
However after meeting Chekov, I could see what she was talking about.
"Are you sure you're ok?" I asked him, for the hundredth time.
"Yes! As long as you're unharmed, I'll be fine." He replied, clearly annoyed at my constant questions. " I worked it out, judging by our coordinates at the time of our capture, and the speed we're traveling at I'd say we'd be at earth in 2 days. But because I was unconscious for a period of time, I'm not 100% certain."
"The shorter the time, the better. They're animals."
Chekov pulled me into a hard kiss. His hands traced the back of my neck along my hairline causing me to melt into him. I threw my hands around his neck dragging him closer. We lasted about 5 minutes before we were interrupted by the sounds of the Gorns finishing their 'meal'. We smiled and walked back into the kitchen area, to begin to clean.
Why did they have to refuse hyper speed? The quicker we get to earth the better. But we have no plan. What are we going to do when we get there? Walk in, "sorry, just stealing your prisoners don't mind us!"
What am I even doing here, why did I join starfleet. It's just one of those days, weeks, months... Whatever.