well here's chapter eight my lovelies!
A special thank you to all of my reviewers! I love you guys so much, and it means a lot to see that people like my story enough to take the time to tell me how much they like it! :D :D :D
I'm sorry to announce that this may be the last chapter for a while! I have a USO Canteen play at my church this weekend that I'm acting in, and I'm also away from the Internets during that time. On the ninth of July, I am leaving for my summer camp, and on a couple of days before that, it's a holiday or my sister's birthday. I may try to get a ninth chapter out for you, but I'm not sure that i will be able to do it quick enough.
that much being said, enjoy chapter eight! :D
"I do not know." Spock said, helping me up.
We both rushed to the bridge, our hands flying over the controls at our station while the Captain spoke with Chekov via comm. The young navigator sounded stressed and embarrassed at the same time as he described what had happened to the Captain.
We were now stranded in enemy space, our warp drive out of commission for who knows how long. Just perfect...
"Spock, Turner, you're coming with me." Kirk said, "We're going to get him ourselves."
"Sir, it is highly illogical for both senior officers to land in hostile territory whilst the ship is floating helplessly in enemy space." Spock said quietly to the captain, "And also against Star Fleet regulation."
"Wouldn't be the first time." The Captain retorted. "Uhura, how's your Klingon?"
"A bit rusty, but good." She replied, rising from her chair.
"You're coming along too." Kirk said, walking towards the turbolift. "Officer Wallace will take care of the science station. Sulu, you have the conn."
"Aye, sir." Sulu replied, rising from his seat to sit in the Captain's.
McCoy muttered something to Kirk, but Kirk dismissed him and stepped into the lift. Spock, myself, and Uhura followed suit, as Kirk called a few ensigns to meet us in the shuttle bay. We were going incognito.
This lift ride was not nearly so uncomfortable, as I now had no qualms about standing near Spock. I could almost sense that he was purposely brushing his hand against mine every so often. It helped to settle my nerves, the tension in my shoulders lessened slightly. Calm spread through me, and An overwhelming sense of belonging.
I was drawn from my thoughts when Kirk explained that we would change into our K'normian weapons dealer clothes, and pilot the K'normian shuttle confiscated in An earlier escapade. If the Klingons did intercept us, we were weapons dealers that just got a little lost. Flawless, right? Probably not...
But that wasn't about to stop the Captain. We went our separate ways to change, And then met at the shuttle. The two ensigns stood waiting in their standard issue Star Fleet uniforms. With some explaining from the Captain, they grabbed the civilian clothes and went off to change.
The four of us walked into the shuttle, acquainting ourselves with the alien controls of the ship. It was no Federation ship, but the controls proved easy enough to use. As soon as the ensigns boarded the shuttle, we took off, heading straight for Qo'noS. Here went nothing, and everything at the same time...
It was a fairly silent trip to the planet. A little too quiet for my preference. We entered the planet's atmosphere, scanning for the location of the one living thing on the surface, John Harrison. An eerie sense of dread came over me, And I shivered. Something wasn't right.
"I have located Harrison's biosign, sir." Spock said, nodding to let me know to pinpoint exactly where, "He is sheltering himself in the Ketha province."
"Thanks, Spock." The Captain said, then turning on the comm to the Enterprise, told Sulu what to convey to the fugitive. I shivered again, and Uhura And I stole a glance at each other. I wasn't the only uneasy one.
"Captain," Spock said, "It is unlikely that Harrison will come willingly. I calculate the chances of him trying to kill us at ninety one point six percent."
"Fantastic," Kirk replied dryly, "I can always count on your encouragement in tough situations, Spock."
"You can always count on me for an accurate appraisal of any situation, sir." Spock said, "Most individuals would consider that a more useful response."
"Unless they're Vulcan." Uhura interjected, catching me off guard. "And don't care about dying."
I froze. I knew immediately what Uhura spoke of. The volcano on Niburu. I myself didn't care to remember the incident, but when Uhura brought it up, it brought back the painful memory of his emotionless wish to be left to die...
Spock leaned forwards in his seat. "I am sorry, Lieutenant," he said, "I am not sure I heard you correctly."
"Whoah, guys." Kirk said, "Are you really going to do this right now?"
"I agree with the Captain, Lieutenant." Spock said, "Our current situation requires focus."
"What sure doesn't seem to require focus to you is the rest of us." She shot back, venom lacing her tone. "In that volcano, you didn't give a second thought to us, did you? What it would do to us if you died?"
I may have been confused about this whole conversation, but I knew that the us she spoke of stood for those in this cockpit. She even cast meaningful glances at me when she would say us, making me wonder if she somehow knew.
"I don't know what Turner got out of it, or even the Captain, but I got that you didn't feel anything, you didn't care."
Uhura's statements were leading me to believe that she did know. So along with the sadness of the subject matter, I was met with confusion as to how she had found out so quickly.
Jarring me out of the fog that was my mental state, I heard Spock say something along the lines of life being important to him as a member of An endangered species. I sighed, knowing that this wasn't the answer Uhura was looking for, And it wasn't exactly comforting me either.
"That being said, the idea of one's death affecting a loved one would be so painful," Spock continued, softer now, "that the only logical choice left was to choose to feel nothing instead. My thoughts were proved to me upon linking minds with Admiral Pike upon his death. The mixture of emotions is one that i never wish to feel again."
He paused, and the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. A tear rolled down my cheek, And I sniffed quietly.
"You misunderstand my choice not to feel at that moment as an indication of my not caring," he continued, answering Uhura's challenge, but looking at me the whole time, "But I assure you that the truth, is quite the opposite."
I felt a weight lift off my shoulders that I didn't even know that I had. Uhura smiled briefly in my direction, confusing me even more. We needed to have a talk when we got back.
My thoughts were stalled as a blinding light hit the bow. This time, it was Kirk's turn to exclaim, "What the hell was that?!"
I can promise you that i'll update again after i get back from summer camp on the thirteenth of july! anything before that is very iffy... thanks for reading!