Jeck: Did you miss us? It's sure been awhile.
Raxsah: Yes, we have been quite busy. Between the strike, prom, and drama… things just have been busy.
Jeck: I almost thought that said porn and not prom. I was about to say, where was I and why wasn't I involved?
Raxsah: It was straight porn, at Brian's driveway, in John's car, with Weston and Quincy… we didn't think you'd be in.
Jeck: Was Alex watching? With his camera? Maybe I can catch some of the action later.
Raxsah: Hmmm, maybe. Until then, we should concentrate on this story.
Jeck: Yes, yes we should. So here's another chapter of sexy awesome writing written by two sexy beasts!
Raxsah: Hellz yeah, and if I am not mistaken, this one has a mini-lemon… am I right?
Jeck: Oh yes! Yes it does! I hope it pleases our horny little fans out there! If it had more pussy, it please me a little bit more. :D
Raxsah: You're not going to sensor yourself anymore, are you?
Jeck: You mean censor? And no, no I'm not. I'm going to be the full me and there should not be any censors. Vagina. :D
Raxsah: Hmm… well anyway, thanks to all who added this to their favorites and alerts list, we appreciate it.
Jeck: That we do! And all the reviews were great as well!
Raxsah: Yes we shall answer them at the bottom. Until then, enjoy the story!
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Raxsah: Ugh…
Chapter 8; My Humps
If Claire had to choose one word to describe her feelings for doctor McCoy, it would most likely be: detest. Ever since the dinner, he had practically been shoving surgical books down her throat. She was pretty sure she would be able to surgically take out heart and surgically put it back in as if nothing happened.
So for two weeks she had been sitting in front of a computer and reading up on surgeries. When she wasn't doing that on the clock, McCoy shoved her in front of simulator and made her practice. She slowly began to hate him, and love her free time. If she ever got any. She would also kill for a minor disaster, something that gave her an excuse to be a doctor.
"Conaway, I want you back in front of the simulator. We updated the server and there's a new course for you to try out. I want you to complete it at least ten times," McCoy instructed as Claire finished up her rounds. Alex and Liam watched as she was helplessly forced back into the simulator.
"Yes, Dr. McCoy," Claire responded in a monotone voice. She was sick of him pushing the surgical stuff at her, but he was her boss and if she had any future in Starfleet, it was wise to just follow his orders. Alex followed her as she left sickbay.
"Dude, what did you do? He's been all over you for the past two weeks," Alex whispered as they passed other crew members. Claire stopped and turned to him.
"I was considering going into the surgical field, but this is ridiculous. I haven't slept well in days," she groaned, leaning on the wall for support. Before Alex could respond, Liam came running out of sickbay.
"Guys, sickbay was just notified. The Enterprise is responding to a distress call on a Starfleet base. You two, Pam, and Dr. McCoy are going down on an away team to check out everyone on the planet. You guys have to go get ready, now!" Claire smiled widely and hugged Alex.
"Yes! This is the best news I've heard all week!" she said. Alex pulled away and glanced at Liam.
"I'm pretty sure she's lost her damn mind. Must be the sleep deprivation," Alex muttered.
"Or sex deprivation. That's more likely." Claire rolled her eyes and got her medical kit. She was just excited that she got to do something other than surgical stuff. Before she could move out of sickbay McCoy walked in, and for a second she feared that he was going to tell her that she had to stay on the ship.
"You're going to need more than that. The planet is pretty much a glacier. Grab a coat," McCoy snapped. Claire nodded and followed Alex to a closet.
"You going to wear a pair of pants? It's pretty cold," he said. She rolled her eyes and put on a heavier Starfleet issue coat.
"You know what, I'm in such a good mood, I really don't care what kind of asshole thing you say," she told him.
"Oh really? You should really consider getting your boobs upped a size." She paused before smacking him. "Ouch,"
"I said asshole, not dickweed." He rolled his eyes and they made their way to the transporter room, where Pam already was.
"I don't want to go down there, I hate the cold," She muttered.
"And we hate whiney bitches, but we're still putting up with you," Alex snapped. Pam rolled her eyes and watched as McCoy walked in, while injecting himself with several hypo sprays. Claire and Alex raised eyebrows as he finished with the last one and stood on the transporter pad.
"Let's get this over with," he muttered. No one said anything as more people apart of the away crew walked in. Claire felt her face heat up as Kirk walked in and smiled in her direction, his eyes sparkling with joy. Spock followed behind him, an emotionless look on his face.
"I haven't been on an away mission in ages. I was starting to get a bit restless!" Kirk declared, jumping onto the transporter pad with joy.
"Captain, We're just going to aid those Starfleet officers down on the planet," Spock explained as a few engineers began loading supplies up onto a transporter pad. For a moment, Claire thought of her brother. A wave a nostalgia washed over her and for the first time since she got into space with the Enterprise, she regretted it. Sure, there was a sexy captain that was pining to sleep with her and the medical chief was pushing her to succeed in a career that she was taking a keen interest in. But there was just something missing.
"Conaway, get your head in the game." Claire snapped out of her thoughts as McCoy glared down at her.
"I'm focused, I'm good," she defended as the rest of the away team was ready.
"Beam us down, Scotty," Kirk ordered excitedly. Spock rolled his eyes as the team beamed down. Claire felt a small tickle all over her body and a small dizziness wash over her. Then she felt nothing but freezing cold air hit her as they appeared on the surface. Instinctively she rubbed her arms and looked over at Alex, who was doing the same.
"The base is up ahead, we should head there now, Captain," Spock said. Jim nodded and tightened his jacket.
"Let's go," he said. The group headed forward. The closer they got to the base, the worse Claire began to feel. She wasn't sure if it was the transporting, of the sheer fact that the place didn't seem right. When they did get to the building, Claire paused, causing Alex to stop as well.
"You alright?" he asked. She shook her head and looked at him.
"No, I just… I don't feel right," she said.
"It's probably just the cold, come on," she nodded and looked forward, only to have her grey eyes meet a pair of bright blue. The moment they met she looked away and followed McCoy to the door. It took a few minutes before a few security officers could pry it open, but they were able to and they piled in to get out of the cold.
"Hello?" Jim called, dropping his hood. The rest of the team did the same and took a quick glance around the place. It seemed very well kept, and didn't look as if anything had been out of place. Alex and Claire exchanged glances, and a few other members of the team did as well.
"Jim, something isn't right. Let's just go," he said. Jim shook his head.
"No, we need to find out what is going on here. Let's move in," he said. McCoy turned to his doctors.
"Be on the alert. I don't like the way this place is looking," he whispered. Alex nodded and subconsciously put a hand on his phaser. Claire frowned at the thought of even using it, but made sure she had hers as well and began walking. The place seemed to be a supply unit of some sort. Every now and then they would pass a big bay that seemed to hold tons of things that a ship would need if it needed repairs. Finally they reached the main hall, where anyone who was supposed to be here, would have been. Yet they were surprised to find it dark, and seemingly void of anyone.
"Captain, something is-" Spock was forced to stop talking as a large metallic container fell from the ceiling. Everyone jumped back in surprise as the container crumbled under its own weight. Shards of red metal shot out in all directions. Alex grunted in pain as a piece of metal sliced his leg, but no one moved. There was silence as the away team struggled to see what was inside the container.
"It's empty," Kirk said in shock. Claire tried to open her mouth, but no sound came out as she felt something metal press into the back of her neck. She looked around to see that everyone else had what appeared to be men standing behind them with phasers in their hands.
"Don't move an inch or I'll blow your head off." Claire shivered as the stern and chilling voice from behind her whispered in her ear. Claire's body became numb as the fine tip of the phaser tickled that back of her neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alex struggling against his attacker.
"Get off of me; we're here to help you!" He yelled as another man jumped out to restrain her.
"Resist any longer and we will kill you!" The man yelled, smacking Alex up the side of the head with his phaser. Alex cried out in pain as a small trail of blood started down the side of his head.
"What is the meaning of this?" Kirk yelled, trying to demand answers out of his attackers. The man holding Kirk back shoved him forward and a spotlight was shone down upon him.
"Nothing personal, Captain, but we're no longer with Starfleet. Not after they abandoned us here without enough supplies or hope that we'll fend for ourselves." All eyes turned to a man, in an oversized green jacket, who walked up to Kirk. Kirk reached for his phaser, only to find it missing. Before he was shoved forward, his captor had obviously taken it.
"We're here with supplies. We came here to help you. We heard the distress signal!" Kirk yelled, his anger growing with every second. Claire watched in amazement as Kirk was suddenly a very different man. While they were on the ship, he was smooth, handsome, and charming. When he smiled, Claire felt her heart flutter. But now, he was angry, defensive, and what appeared to be fear. His crew's lives were at stake.
"I don't want your supplies, I want revenge! We couldn't just simply build a ship and fly away, they made sure of that. We're taking your ship and leaving all of you here to die instead!" The man bellowed, but Kirk didn't flinch.
"I won't let you do that to my crew. I won't let you do this to Starfleet. We can get you off this planet and you can make a fresh start somewhere else." But Kirk's words did nothing to soothe the other man's anger. Claire was too far away, but she could practically feel his eyes bearing a hole in Kirk's head.
"NO! We don't want a fresh start, we want revenge! They tore us from our families and abandoned us here! We won't stand for it!" He screamed, overturning a nearby table.
"You called us here to our death and you expect me to go down without a fight?" Kirk asked, his trademark smile returning to his face. Claire noticed something different about it though. Most people would see the same old confident Kirk smile, but there was something more to it. It was the fear. He was afraid that other people would get hurt. Before Claire could ponder it anymore, Kirk ran towards the man in the green jacket and tackled him to the ground. All the men holding the away team hostage turned away from them and rushed to help their leader. The Chief of Security pulled out his phaser and blasted a few of the men away from Kirk, trying to protect his Captain.
"Claire, use your weapon!" Alex called, pulling out his own phaser. She paused before going for it, only to have it knocked out of her hand a second later.
"I don't think so, princess," the man said. He reached out to grab him, but she jumped back kicked his side. He groaned and fell into a table. He gave a groan of pain and Claire took the time to find her phaser.
"Shit," she hissed looking around. She saw what looked to be her phaser, under the table and dived for it. She picked it up and shot a man running toward Kirk, with what looked to be a sword. He didn't even have time to thank her before another man charged toward him. She went to stand up, only to have someone grab her ankle and pull her back. She gave a small shriek and fell on her wrist.
"Come here, you fucking bitch!" the man hissed. She went to shoot him, only to have him smack the same wrist she fell on, causing a sickening snap to reach her ears. She let out a scream and kicked him in the stomach, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
"Get the fuck off me!" she cried, kicking him in the shoulder when he went back to take a hold of her. He shouted and held onto his shoulder, giving her time to scurry back and attempt to find her only means as a weapon.
"We need to get out of here!" she heard someone call, but if it was from her side or the other, she wasn't sure. She just knew she had to get to her feet and get the hell away from here. She was a shitty fighter, and was not cut out for this type of thing what-so-ever.
"Why the fuck did I join Starfleet?" she asked herself. She didn't get an answer, she did, however, find her phaser. She even felt her fingertips graze it right before someone grabbed a hold of her calf. She soon flipped over to her back and was dragged, once again, toward the man. This time, she could feel her skirt ridding up, and a few pieces of glass embedded her delicate skin. Her wrist hit a table, causing her to cry out in pain.
"That's right, scream for me. It'll be the last thing you do before you die!" The man yelled, pointing a phaser down at her. Before he could pull the trigger, Alex dove out of nowhere and tackled the man out of the way. He fired a stray shot that took out another rouge Starfleet officer.
"Claire, get out of here!" Alex called out, punching the man in the face until blood sprayed out in all directions every time his knuckles connected with it. Without a second thought, Claire jumped up and ran. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Spock running to Kirk's side, who looked as if he was seriously hurt. Pools of blood covered the floor and the sounds of phasers being fired and the sickening crushing of bones breaking echoed throughout the room. Claire got to the door, only to find it locked. In a panic, she continued to jiggle the door handle.
"Conaway, get that door open!" Pam cried out as she ran next to Claire. Her hair was matted to her head and her arm appeared to be bleeding profusely.
"I'm trying, it's locked!" Claire shouted back, still trying to jiggle the door open.
"Use your phaser or kick it or something!" Pam shouted, turning back to face the attention.
"There's a reason I'm a medical officer, Pam! And I lost my phaser!" Claire turned back around and realized that they were sitting ducks. Kirk and Spock were fighting hand to hand in the middle of the room with a mass of rouge Starfleet officers.
"Oh god Claire, what do we do?" Pam asked, latching onto Claire arm and causing her wrist to get bent the wrong way.
"Jesus Christ, Pam. Get off!" Claire snapped, pushing the other doctor away. Before Pam could respond, Alex came running up to them. His run was staggered and he was covered in a lot of blood.
"Are you ladies okay?" He asked, trying to catch his breath. He used his left arm to hold onto Claire for support, who tried to help him stand up.
"We need to get out of here. Alex, we're locked in!" Pam yelled, turning around to bang on the door. Claire rolled her eyes.
"Pam, that's not going to do any good!" Claire yelled at her as Alex rose to his feet.
"Shit, okay," he said, reaching for his phaser. He signaled for them to move away from the door and fired a few shots at the lock. Claire ran up and tried to turn the knob.
"It's still locked. The lock is melted shut now, idiot!" She yelled, rounding on Alex. Alex ran a panicked hand over his face and scanned the room.
"We're outnumbered. Claire, try to get a hold of the ship. Pam, cover Claire. I'm going to try to find another exit, okay?" Alex instructed them. It was then that Claire realized that Alex really was a good guy. They were facing a life or death situation, yet Alex managed to remain calm and collected. He even tried working with Pam, even though everyone hated her. Whoever had Alex as a boyfriend would be lucky.
"Claire, snap out of it! Contact the ship!" Pam yelled as Alex took off running again. Pam moved to stand in front of Claire as she attempted to contact the ship.
"Scotty? Scotty?" Claire called into her communicator as the fight continued to wage on. A sickening scream echoed throughout the room as Claire and Pam watched with horror as the chief of security's heart was ripped from his body by a metal pole.
"We're running out of time." Pam muttered as another security officer was decapitated.
"Claire? Hey, what's going on down there? We've lost four crew members down there!" Scotty voice said from over the communicator. Claire turned away from the bloody battle.
"Scotty, it was a trap. These men are rouge and we need to get out of here before they kill us all and take the ship," she cried out as a security officer ran up to them.
"WE NEED TO GET OUT! WE NEED TO GET-" A phaser blast ripped through his heart and covered both Claire and Pam in a layer of blood. Pam looked down at herself and screamed bloody murder as Scotty's voice came over the communicator again.
"That's the problem, there's so many of you down there and everyone keeps moving around. I can't beam you all out at once. I'll have to beam you out one at a time while you're not moving. You need to get all of the crew into one spot and defend each other so I can beam you out!" Claire and Pam exchanged looks. They had a very short amount of time.
"Guys, there aren't any more exits!" Alex cried as he ran up again.
"We need to get everyone together so Scotty can beam us out!" Claire shouted as the sound of phasers turned into a roar over the fighting.
"Alright, there's at least five other people here. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and two security officers who I don't even know the name of. Come on, let's go!" Alex cried as he grabbed Pam and Claire's arms. The world of fighting was a blur that rushed past Claire's head. The phaser fire and the rest of the fighting… it was all just a blur.
"KIRK! SPOCK! MCCOY! GATHER EVERYONE OVER HERE! We need to get out of here!" Alex called as they darted past Kirk and Spock. McCoy was nearby, fending off his attackers. Claire was surprised to see how well McCoy was at hand-to-hand combat. Before the rouge Starfleet officers could fire their phasers, McCoy had already knocked the phasers out of their hands and knocked them out. A moment later, Claire saw Kirk running next to her.
"We need to get out of here!" Spock said as he appeared right behind the Captain. Kirk grabbed Claire's hand, slipping his fingers between hers.
"We're going to get out of here okay," he whispered to her as McCoy joined the group. Despite the situation, Claire felt her cheeks get red and her heart start to beat out of control.
"Damn it, Jim. We're doctors, not part of security. We're not trained for this sort of thing," McCoy yelled as a man tried to jump in front of them. McCoy elbowed him in the face and a loud crack was heard from the man's nose.
"You were doing just fine out there, Bones," Kirk said with a chuckle as the two security officers joined them.
"Captain, everyone's here." Spock said as they circled up.
"Scott, get us the hell out of here!" Kirk demanded as he shouted into his communicator.
"CLAIRE LOOK OUT!" Alex shouted as a phaser beam came speeding towards her. Claire felt time slow down as the red light came closer and closer. She felt Kirk's grip tighten as he tried to pull her out of the way, but it was no use. Claire shut her eyes, waiting for the pain to come. But it never did.
"PAM!" Alex's voice echoed through Claire's ears and her eyes shot open. Pam was on the ground, a giant hole bleeding profusely in her stomach. She was shaking madly and there was a trail of blood from her mouth.
"Oh my god… P-Pam…" Claire stuttered, falling to the ground besides Pam's dying form.
"Alex… told… me… to… cover… you…" She said through gasping breaths. Claire felt Pam's body go limp as the familiar sensation of being transported overtook her body. The scene of the angry mob of rouge Starfleet members overtaking them was the last thing Claire saw. She blinked once and the scene of a bunch of nurses and Liam surrounding the transporter pads came into view. They were back on the ship.
"Send word to the bridge to get us the hell out of here," Kirk said. Scotty nodded and began typing something in on his computer. Claire looked down at the spot where Pam was supposed to be. A sudden emptiness filled her when she realized that Pam was not coming back. She wasn't going to be there to annoy her, or to get on her case. She was dead, and it was because she froze. It was her fault.
"Claire…" a voice said. She didn't move her eyes from the spot, her eyes just stayed glued to the ground. She died right in front of her. She saved her life. Despite the fact that they hated each other, she saved her life. Claire couldn't even thank her, or apologize for being so mean to her. She had let her down.
"Claire!" Liam said, a little louder. This caused a few crewmembers to turn around, including Kirk and McCoy. Alex glanced at Liam as they both tried to get her to respond. They needed to get her to sickbay in order to check and make sure she was okay. She had blood all over her, and Alex was pretty sure that her wrist was broken.
"What's wrong with her?" McCoy asked. Alex shrugged.
"I don't know, she's just… not responding." McCoy sighed and snapped his fingers in front of her face, but she just continued to stare. Kirk walked over and looked at McCoy, who was busy trying to get her attention.
"What's wrong?" he asked. McCoy sighed.
"I can't get a reaction out of her, she might be in shock." Kirk moved toward her, and Alex and Liam moved out of the way. Claire was still staring at the ground, the memory of Pam staring up at her still fresh in her mind. She felt someone's warm hand on her face, and someone forced her to look away.
"Claire," Jim said softly. His bright blue eyes seemed to burn a fire right through her, and it was then she was brought back to reality.
"Oh god," she said. It was if a floodgate was released, and she suddenly felt tears pouring down her cheeks. She began shaking uncontrollably, and sobs escaped her lips at a rapid rate. She felt the warm hands leave her face, only to have strong arms warp around her tiny frame.
"It's okay," he whispered in her ear. She gripped onto his shirt as if her life depended on it and continued to sob. Jim glanced up and saw Liam walking over to them, a hypo spray in hand. With one small injection, she was suddenly limp in his arms.
"Sorry sir," Liam said. Jim said nothing and collected her in his arms, picking her up as if she were nothing but a small bag of flour.
"Sickbay, right?" he asked.
"Jim, I wouldn't suggest that, you're pretty hurt yourself," he said. Jim ignored him and began walking out of the transporter room. McCoy sighed and looked at Liam. "Go make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"Yes sir," Liam muttered. Liam ran out of the room and made it just in time to get in the lift with the Captain. Jim glanced at him before looking straight ahead, his grip on Claire never faltering.
"You know, I could carry her up, it's really no trouble," Liam said.
"I've got her," Jim said. Liam pressed his lips together.
"Sir, you're pretty badly hurt, and-"
"It's my fault she was down there. McCoy wanted to send you down, but I asked for her instead. It's my fault she's hurt," Kirk said. Liam paused and glanced down at Claire. She was sickly pale behind the blood, and she seemed almost peaceful. He wondered if that was because she was sleeping, or currently in Jim Kirk's arms. They reached sickbay and Jim paused.
"Where do I put her?" he asked. Liam gestured to a bed and Jim carefully set her down. He went to step away but realized she still had a grip on his shirt, and gently pulled her off him. Even when she was detached from his shirt he still held onto her hand. He glanced at Liam, who was watching them carefully.
"She's going to be alright… right?" he asked. Liam nodded.
"Yeah, I mean… physically she should be fine. She might have some emotional trauma, but we won't know until she wakes up." Jim nodded and sat on the next bed to her. Liam just watched him carefully and began to check the Captain out.
"Shouldn't you be looking at her?" he asked.
"I already did a scan earlier. She should be fine. You seem to be worse off, sir." Jim said nothing and kept his eyes glued on Claire, until Alex walked up to her and began to check her vitals. He gave a nod before turning to Liam.
"Here, I got him. You should set Claire's wrist," Alex said. Liam gave him a look.
"Says the man bleeding profusely from the head…" Alex rolled his eyes.
"I'm not bleeding profusely. I'm fine, just go," Alex said.
"Yes sir," Liam said. He rolled his eyes and turned to Claire, while Alex went to tend to Kirk. Alex worked in silence as he worked on fixing Kirk's injuries. When he was done with the obvious wounds he glanced up at the captain, who had his eyes focused on Claire. He watched him for a minute before shaking his head and letting out a little laugh.
"You got it man," he muttered. Jim looked at him.
"Got what?" Jim asked. Alex began healing his knuckles, but answered him.
"The look." Jim raised an eyebrow.
"The look? What look?" Alex sighed and looked up at him. He knew the captain's reputation when it came to women. He was the type of man who didn't get too attached to any woman, never let himself fall too hard for a girl. That didn't mean he couldn't, just that he tried not to.
"The look a guy gets when he starts to really like a chick," Alex said.
"I don't love her," Jim stated.
"I never said you did. You just have that look." Jim scoffed.
"Maybe you confused it with the 'I'd really want to tap that' look. Maybe they are similar," Jim suggested. Alex sighed and began finishing his patching up job on the captain.
"I'll give you a piece of advice about Claire. She's not the type of girl you take to meet your bed on the fifth date," Alex said as he began to put his supplies away. Jim watched him carefully before speaking.
"What type of girl is she then?" he asked. Alex paused, looking back at Claire before turning back to the captain.
"She's the type of girl you take home to meet your mother after the fifteenth date," Alex told him, walking off to help the next patient. Jim watched him walk away before looking back at Claire and giving a heavy sigh. He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Damn…"
Claire wasn't sure when she became aware of her surroundings, but she did. Her eyelids were heavy and she was tired, but she was aware. The cheap cotton sheets from sickbay were all she could feel under her fingertips and the tender spot of her neck. After what felt like forever, she slowly opened her eyes. At first, she snapped them shut as the blinding white lights caused her eyes to feel like they were burning.
"Sleeping beauty is awake!" Slowly, Claire opened her eyes back up to see a smiling Liam starring down at her.
"Five more minutes…" She mumbled, closing her eyes again. She wanted to turn over and place a pillow over her face to block out the light, but she couldn't find the strength. She heard someone walk over to her, but ignored them and tried to go back to sleep.
"Claire, you up?" she heard Alex ask. She shook her head.
"No," she muttered. Alex sighed and sat on the bed.
"Claire, you've been sleeping for almost a week now, you have to get up," he told her. She sighed and begrudgingly opened her eyes.
"There, that wasn't so hard," Liam said. She rolled her eyes and let Alex help her into a sitting position.
"What happened?" she asked. Liam glanced at Alex, but he simply took hold of her hand.
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked. She looked to the bed, trying to think of the last thing she could remember. The first thing that came to mind was a pair of bright, caring, blue eyes. She thought back further and remembered Pam.
"Pam…" she muttered. Part of her said that she wanted to cry, but the other part of her wouldn't let her shed anymore tears.
"Claire, you alright?" Liam asked. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair.
"She's dead. She's dead and it's all my fault," she whispered.
"It's not your fault Claire, there was nothing you could've done that would have made her change her mind," Liam said. Alex just watched her carefully, making sure she didn't pass out again. Claire took a deep breath and leaned against the bed.
"But she-"
"Just breathe Claire. You couldn't have helped her even if you wanted to, and there was nothing you could've done that would have stopped her. Just be thankful that you are alive, she would've wanted you to be happy, at least," Alex said. Claire paused before reaching forward and engulfing him into a hug, dry sobs escaping from her lips. Liam wasted no time moving forward and hugging her as well.
"It'll be alright, Claire-bear," he said softly. She clung to both men as the guilt began to set in.
"If I had… then she… it's all my… oh god…" she whispered in-between sobs. Alex's strong arms held her tight while Liam's hands gently rubbed her back in a soothing manner. She felt horrible, the pain felt like it was tearing her up inside, but at the same time, and she felt safe and loved.
"Shhhh, it's okay. She lived her life as a hateful bitch, but she died as your savior. No more crying, she wouldn't want that," Alex whispered to her, trying to calm her down.
"That's deep, man," Liam said, glancing at Alex who shrugged.
"My mom died when I was younger and it's taken so many years for me to come to terms with it. Claire, you'll probably feel guilty about it for awhile, but the pain will lessen. Time heals all wounds." Liam snorted at Alex's last sentence, but Alex ignored him and continued to cradle Claire's shaking body. She was so confused on how she should feel; happy to be alive or depressed because Pam lost her life.
"I think that phrase is copyrighted," Liam mumbled, causing Alex to move his elbow back into his ribs.
"Shut up, Liam," he snapped, going to elbow him a second time. Before bone met tender flesh, Claire's hand shot out.
"Boys, stop. I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or smack you both," she said with a smile, even as the tears continued to roll down her face.
"Good to see the old Claire is back," Alex said with his own smile as she cuddled into his arms. It wasn't sexual, it was comforting. Sometimes their friendship was all about pudding, but there was more to Alex than he would let anyone know. Even now, she could see the determined face he was wearing in front of Liam. He was like a big tough teddy bear.
"I never knew that you could be so deep and emotional, Alex." Alex rolled his eyes.
"Don't get used to it. This is a once in a blue moon type of thing," he said. Claire pulled away and wiped away her tears.
"I appreciate it either way, thanks guys," she said. They both offered her a smile.
"Of course, that's what we're here for," Liam said. She nodded and they sat in a silence for a moment.
"What's happened since I was asleep?" she asked.
"Not a whole lot. Kirk called Starfleet and they sent someone to come take care of the base. They also awarded us with a promotion, congrats," Alex said. Liam rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, now instead of Junior Lieutenants, you're just regular Lieutenants, big deal!" Alex ignored him and continued to look at Claire.
"Other than that, things really haven't been that interesting. Well, except for the fact that Oliver lost his meds and got the captain's chair to beep every time anyone sat in it," Alex said. Liam chuckled.
"Oh yeah, that was hilarious. I'm pretty sure I've never seen Kirk so mad. Except the time that Rocky whizzed all over it," Liam said. Claire's eyes went wide.
"Rocky! Is he alright?" she asked. Alex nodded.
"Liam and Colleen have been taking care of him, I'm pretty sure the dog is now spoiled rotten," Alex said. She nodded and glanced down at her wrist, frowning when she saw it in a cast.
"How long will I have this thing?" she asked, remembering that she had busted it pretty bad on the mission.
"Just a few more days, then you should be able to head right back to work." She nodded and leaned against Liam.
"That's it? Life seems so boring when I'm not awake," she admitted.
"Well… captain Kirk came down to visit you a few times," Liam told her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at him.
"Jim?" Claire asked, her ears perking up as her heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, Kirk… That's what he said," Alex reiterated as he leaned back next to her on the pillows. Liam glared down at him, realizing that there was no room left.
"You could have made some room for me," he snapped, folding his arms angrily. Alex didn't even bat an eyelash as a nasty glare was shot in his direction.
"We only need one girl here and Claire is enough, thanks."
"Okay, seriously. Stop. Or get a room!" Claire snapped as Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"I don't swing that way," he stated simply, gesturing to their somewhat intimate pose.
"You guys fight like a married couple, so I wouldn't doubt it," Claire countered, removing Alex's arm and running her uncasted hand through her hair. It was kind of greasy and tangled, just like it would have been after two long days of working in sickbay.
"I wouldn't mind repopulating the earth with Alex," Liam said with a flirtatious grin and a wink sent Alex's way. Alex blushed.
"Dude, we're both guys. That couldn't happen," he stated, turning away from Liam's gaze that resembled that of a predator looking at its prey.
"I wouldn't mind fucking until we did," he breathed out, licking his lips causing Alex's face to go redder. Claire wanted to keep watching because Alex's uncomfortable face was enough to erase the guilt she felt from Pam's death.
"Okay seriously, enough. Back to Kirk, please," she said.
"Not much to say, he stopped by to make sure you were alright a few times," Alex said. Liam rolled his eyes.
"A few times is an understatement. The man was down here three times a day. He never made it to the bed; he just bothered me or Alex constantly." Claire looked at Alex who just shrugged.
"Yeah, it was a little depressing," he admitted.
"He… really?" she asked. Liam nodded.
"Yup." She looked down on the sheets, trying to figure out what his being so worried about her meant. Alex watched her stare at the sheets, the wheels in her head already turning.
"Did you have sex with him and not tell us?" Alex asked. Claire looked up at him and glared.
"No, I didn't have sex with him. You would know if I've had sex at all," she argued.
"Why? Are you a screamer?" Alex asked. Claire turned red and smacked his shoulder with her good hand.
"Shut up! I'm just saying that I'm usually in a much better mood after having good sex. I don't know why, I'm just much more chipper afterwards," she mumbled. Alex rolled his eyes.
"Well, it's not like we could really see a difference." she shrugged and leaned against Alex.
"That's because none of you are all that Fuckable," she muttered.
"Ouch, Claire," Alex muttered. She gave him a goofy smile, and giggled.
"I still love you Alex, I just wouldn't have your sexy babies," she told him. Alex watched as she was sent into a fit of giggles and looked over to Liam, who turned around and turned a bit red.
"Crap," he said.
"What?" Alex asked.
"I accidentally hit her morphine button, she's going to be a bit loopy for another hour," Liam told him.
"Would it be wrong if I tried to get with her now?" He asked with a quick glance in Claire's direction, who was busy staring at the ceiling and giggling.
"Morally, yes. Legally, yes. By your standards, probably not," Liam muttered as he picked up a tissue and wiped at the drool that was forming on Claire's bottom lip. Claire smiled at the gesture and grabbed his hand.
"Well thank you, Mr. Fairy. Are you going to take Mr. Pudding home with you tonight and make pudding fairies together?" Liam shot a seductive grin at Alex.
"I wouldn't mind trying…" He mumbled to himself as Claire latched on Alex.
"Mr. Pudding is my best fran…" Claire giggled as Alex blushed.
"Mr. Pudding? I should get a name more like Mr. Sexy Beast or Mr. Big Dick or…" Alex suggested, posing for Claire who continued to giggle like there was no tomorrow.
"Mr. Cum-In-Liam's-Mouth?" Liam offered. Claire began howling as Alex jumped up from the bed.
"You know what? I'm going to go check on Riley," Alex sputtered, his voice cracking like a little boy hitting puberty. He ran off and left Claire and Liam alone for a little while. Liam rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed.
"One day, that boy will be mine," he told her. She patted his lap and smiled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fairy, you shall get him. Love always triumphs over evil," she said. He laughed and rolled his eyes.
"I really wish I had this recorded. I'll just have to make fun of you like crazy later."
Two weeks later, Claire was back at work. Thankfully, McCoy had not put her back to the simulations, and let her actually become a doctor again. She now found herself working a ton of graveyard shifts, and she hadn't seen Captain Kirk around either.
"Doctor Conaway, do you wish for Mr. Kline to be taken off the sedative?" Nurse Chapel asked.
"Just a bit. I believe Doctor McCoy is going on an away mission soon, it would probably be best to take him fully off them then," Claire said. Chapel nodded and Claire checked his stats, taking a moment to frown at him.
"Doctor?" Chapel asked. Claire shook her head.
"Such a shame, the poor guy has to be kept like this. If it wasn't good for his health I would take him off of them," she said. Chapel shrugged.
"He will be. And when he is, we can only hope for the best." Claire nodded and went to the medical station where she saw Liam working at the computer.
"Hey, what are you up to?" Liam looked up at her.
"Checking out some Gay porn," he answered. She scrunched her nose and began writing a few things in her patient chart.
"That is so gross," she whispered.
"You have any idea what McCoy is going on that away mission for in a few days?" he asked. She paused before shrugging.
"I think they are doing reconnaissance, it's a new planet and they need to see what's on it," she told him.
"Hmmm, Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and a few members of the science department going on a camping trip. Can you say massive orgy?" Claire just shook her head as Liam gave her a toothy grin.
"Can't you think about anything else except men?" She snapped as his eyes slightly glazed over. He looked like he was happily emerged in a daydream, his features as sharp and alert as a predator. He grinned as he licked his lips, hungrily.
"Kirk, Spock, and McCoy are pretty good looking, you can't deny that. Just imagining them sharing a tent together… washing each other before bed… Kirk running his rough hands over Spock's…" Claire lunged forward and covered Liam's mouth with her hand, causing Liam to giggle like a little school girl. Claire glared at him, but pulled her hand away as if it had been burned when she felt Liam's tongue dart out to lick her hand.
"Liam, stop now. I don't ever need to think about Kirk and Spock doing the nasty. Or McCoy for that matter," Claire stated, turning away from the gay man at the computer only to come face to face with Alex.
"Your boy toy is gay? Man, I never knew. It makes sense I guess, I mean have you seen the way Spock looks at him?" Claire suddenly had a sudden urge to smack her palm to her face as Liam giggled behind her.
"I know! It's the perfect gay couple ever, well, except for me and you, course," he added, causing Alex's face to go red. This occurrence happened a few times a day and Claire was really getting sick of it. Liam obviously wanted to jump Alex and Alex wasn't saying no anymore, he was just running away.
"Okay, Alex, you're kind of starting to sound like a gossiping girl. And Liam, stop thinking about your superior officers have a secret gay affair," Claire scolded and Alex immediately turned away.
"I have things I should probably go do. I'll see you guys at dinner," he said quickly as he headed off in the direction of the main lobby of sickbay.
"I think you scare him, Liam." Liam smiled.
"He's just afraid of commitment," he said with a smile as he turned back to the computer.
"I'm not going to get any answers about this away mission, am I?" Claire grumbled to herself as she headed back to her daily rounds.
"Conaway!" Claire jumped and turned around.
"Doctor McCoy?" she asked.
"While I'm away, I want my sickbay to stay in one piece, am I understood?" He asked. She paused and nodded.
"Yes sir, is there anything else you need?" she asked. He shook his head.
"No, just make sure Peterson and Chambers don't cause this place to fall to the ground," he said. She nodded and put down a patient chart, just as the door opened and Kirk and Spock walked in. Even across the room she could hear Liam giggle insanely.
"Bones, you almost ready to go?" Kirk asked. McCoy rolled his eyes and injected him with a vaccine, causing Spock to raise an eyebrow.
"You you ill, Doctor?" he asked.
"No, just taking precautions to make sure I don't get sick. While I remember, Spock… come with me, I need to just scan over you and make sure you are healthy enough to make the trip," McCoy said.
"Doctor, I assure you that-"
"Oh just move, you damn hobgoblin." The two men left, leaving Claire and Kirk alone at the medical station. She continued to go over her patient charts, all the while aware that his eyes were focused on her. After a brief silence he was the first to speak.
"How is your wrist?" he asked. She looked up and gave a small smile.
"Fine, thank you. Are you feeling better yourself?" she asked. He nodded and moved a bit closer to her.
"I've been better. My heart still aches around you if you were concerned," he told her, a flirtatious smirk plastered on his lips. She chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"You've lasted this long, I'm sure you'll live," she told him.
"Aw, now what if I didn't come back from the away mission? Wouldn't you want to know how my lips felt against your skin?" he asked his voice now low and sultry. She turned bright red and looked back to her charts.
"I-I'm pretty sure y-you'll be coming back, Captain." He laughed at her shyness, and nodded.
"I'm sure I will too. But still… wouldn't you like to know?" he asked.
"C-Captain, I'm not sure t-that-"
"Haven't we been over this? Call me Jim, Claire. Captain makes it sound so formal, and we're way beyond being formal here," he told her, slinging his arm over her shoulders. Claire's face went red and her stomach felt like it was trying to do a summersault, but she didn't move.
"H-How is your side, Jim?" Claire asked, trying to force her stutter to go away. She ended her question sounding a lot more confident than she really was.
"Better, thanks to the magic touch from this really sexy doctor who handled my surgery," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her spine. She wanted to fling herself at him and take him there, but it was just her hormones talking. She could resist it, she'd been doing well so far.
"Jim, step away from my doctor. She's going to be in charge while I'm gone and I don't want her haven't any hormonal distractions," McCoy snapped as he and Spock reentered the room. Kirk just smiled and removed his arm from around Claire.
"I was just trying to get a goodbye kiss from this lovely lady here," Kirk said, gesturing to Claire who resembled a tomato at that point. Everyone in the room was staring at her and the memories of her hot and heavy dream about the Captain were resurfacing.
"I know what you were doing and I want you to stop. I don't know how many times I have to say it before you listen!" McCoy snapped, picking up more hypo-spray canisters from the table.
"I am listening, it's just that-"
"No, no excuses. Just get in the back room so I can check you out before we leave," McCoy ordered as he motioned Spock to leave. Spock nodded and left without any words goodbye. Kirk whined as he took a step towards McCoy.
"Do I have to?" He asked, giving McCoy the most pathetic look he could muster up. McCoy's intense gaze didn't falter. After a moment, McCoy reached out and grabbed Kirk around the collar.
"Yes, now get back there. Conaway, get back to work!" He called over his shoulder as he began dragging Kirk into the back room. Liam walked up next to Claire who hadn't moved since Kirk pulled his arm away.
"Oh, that threesome just sounds better and better the more I think about it. McCoy is his demanding voice ordering the Captain to suck his-" He whispered, but Claire's hand was over his mouth again before he could say another word.
"Liam, just shut up!"
The bridge was almost completely empty, except for Jim, who was sitting in his chair and staring out of the screen. He was tired, and frustrated. The away mission had even started out boring. They landed and began to stare at plants and rocks, and when they finally did set up camp, McCoy almost demanded him stay on his side of the tent and shut up. There was no action, no fighting, just staring at plants and writing shit down. Which meant Jim was bored out of his mind, and was constantly getting yelled at by McCoy.
He desperately wanted a drink, and a nice blonde on his lap, or a particular blonde to be exact. He heard the doors to the lift open and he turned his chair around, his eyebrows disappearing in his hairline. She simply walked in and leaned against the railing. He was sure her skirt was even shorter than usual, and the smile on her face was definitely something he hadn't seen before. Not that he was complaining.
"Claire… what are you doing up here?" he asked. She shrugged and took a few steps toward him.
"I heard you had a rough away mission, I wanted to know if there was anything I could do for you?" she asked. Even the sultry tone of her voice was strange, though his groin couldn't seem to tell the difference.
"I can think of a few things," he said, his smirk growing wider on his lips.
"Oh really? Care to share?" she asked. She was now barely two feet away from him, her long pale legs tantalizing him even further.
"I don't think you'd be up for anything I'd suggest," he told her. She smirked and took a step closer.
"Try me," she whispered. Before he could say anything else, she straddled him, causing her short skirt to ride up further and expose her white lace panties. Jim wondered for a moment if she had a matching bra.
"What are you doing?" he asked. She moved her hands slowly up his chest, causing a shiver to erupt through his body. She smirked at the reaction and let her hands rest at the base of his neck.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly. The statement caused a rush of blood to go straight to his groin, and he almost groaned in response. It had been far too long since he had sex, and her offering her to him was all the encouragement he needed to get a rise.
"Claire…" his voice was strained, and he couldn't find a way to make the words he needed to speak. She didn't reply as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. The moment their lips touched, he felt a bolt of electricity shoot through his lips and fall all the way down to his 'little Captain' and he gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to him. Their lips moved in a fluid motion, and she raised one hand to run through his hair, letting her other hand drop to the hem of his shirt.
His own hands inched up, pushing the hem of her dress further up, and letting the cold air hit her sensitive skin. She pulled away from his lips and pulled his shirt above his head, and placed her lips against his neck and began working her way down to his sensitive nipples.
"Fuck," he hissed when she hit a sweet spot, and he felt her smile onto his chest. He pulled her head up from his chest and placed his lips on her own, one hand on her cheek to keep her in place, the other inching up to the zipper of her uniform and pulling it down. She pulled away for a second to remove the dress and throw it aside, letting Jim get a view of her white lace bra.
"Matching set," he whispered. She chuckled and began to kiss his neck once more, while his hands reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out of their restraints in front of him, and his hands began to gently massage them. She practically purred as his fingertips caressed her nipples and they went hard as his palm brushed against them. She titled her head back and breathed out his name, causing Jim's privates to painful push against his pants.
"Someone's a little happy to see me," Claire moaned as she ran her perfectly manicured nails across the soft skin of his back, causing him to let out his own moan of pleasure. It felt as if someone had cranked the heat up over one hundred degrees and Jim needed to get out of his pants, his member pressing painful against the fabric.
"Claire… I need…" But Claire was already reading his mind as she slowly slid off his lap, making sure to let her hands caress every sensitive spot she could find on the way down. Just as her hand reached his bulge, she let her delicate hand grab the zipper and pull it down as painfully slow as possible. Jim's eyes rolled back as she continued her teasing, gently tugging his pants down around his knees.
"Claire… please…" Without a moment's hesitation, Claire yanked Jim's underwear down, which was hiding his "little captain". Claire smiled as the captain stood at least eight inches and appeared to be throbbing. Jim couldn't hold back the groan that came to his lips as Claire's hand cupped his balls, giving them a light squeeze. She leaned down and let her tongue dart out, giving the head of Jim's penis a light lick before taking all of him in her mouth. He shuddered as her tongue swirled around the most sensitive spot on his body.
"Oh god… Claire!" Jim cried out as her head began bobbing up and down on his pelvis, her hands still paying special attention to the "twins". He grumbled in protest when she pulled her mouth away to lick his length and blowing her cool breath against him, causing him to arch his back.
"No more play time," Claire said as her mouth returned to his crotch and she resumed her previous actions, sucking on his cock. Jim arched his back as a pressure began to build up in his lower abdomen. He was so close now, he could feel it as her tongue continued to stroke the head of his member. Jim's skin was on fire as all the muscles in his body contracted and his pulse raced. Claire's mouth was so hot and wet, he could barely hold out any longer.
"CLAIRE!" Jim cried as his whole body stiffened and he felt his cock empty its load in Claire's mouth, but his mind was a jumble and he couldn't think clearly.
"Jim…" A voice cut in, clear as day. He looked down and Claire was gone, causing him to look around in confusion.
"Jim…" the voice said again, and everything began to grow fuzzy…
… His eyes shot open, and the first thing he saw was the back of a man's head. It took him a moment, but he soon realized it was Spock's head, and another moment later, he realized his arm was draped over Spock's waist and pulling him close to him.
"Wha…"
"Jim, I believe that you are currently trying to insert your genitalia into my anal cavity," Spock said. Jim just blinked, his mind still buried in the dream.
"I'm what?" he asked. Spock looked at him, and he was sure that if the Vulcan weren't trying to mask his emotions, he would be annoyed.
"Jim, in simple terms, you're junk is in my trunk." Jim got the meaning and scooted away as far as possible. His pants were still a little tight, and a light layer of sweat was still on his forehead.
"Are you done being all Brokeback mountain over there?" he heard McCoy ask. He gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand over his face.
"I wasn't trying to… it's not what you think. I wasn't thinking that it was actually Spock," he said, trying to defend himself.
"Believe me Jim, we know who you were thinking about," McCoy told him.
"Ugh, this is embarrassing," Jim muttered. Spock sat up and looked at Jim.
"Jim, in light of the very recent events, I strongly urge you to ask Doctor Conaway out. It is obvious your infatuation with her is more than a passing affiliation, and perhaps there is more to the prospect of a relationship than you wish to believe."
"There isn't more to it, I just want to get her in bed," Jim argued. McCoy scoffed.
"For Christ's sake, when is the last time you've gone after a girl for more than five days? Let alone almost five months?" Jim was silent as he tried to think. He soon came up with nothing and he glanced over at McCoy, who was giving him a knowing look.
"Okay, so I really want to have sex with her. What's the big deal?" he asked, trying to defend himself.
"I believe that there is more to it than that, Jim. Your obvious attraction to her greatly surpasses any other romantic encounter you have experienced. You cannot deny the relationship you have is more than you say it is," Spock said. In the back of his mind, a part of him agreed with the two older men. The more prominent part of him, wanted to disagree all together.
"It's just the chase," Jim muttered, turning over and trying to ignore the looks of his two best friends.
"Yeah, sure…" McCoy mumbled, turning over and going back to sleep. Spock did the same, but had scooted farther away from Jim. Jim sighed and fell back onto his pillow, a tent still visible around the middle of his sleeping bag.
"I need to get laid…" He muttered to himself as he closed his eyes, trying to will the bulge to go away.
Raxsah:
So, we have some lovely reviews, though I have a feeling we might get more for this one… at least some interesting ones. We'd like them a lot. Spread the cheesey bread love!Jeck: Mmmmmmm… cheesy bread. Any reviews are appreciated. Reviews of love are like sex. Criticism works too, but we're almost done the story. Hate reviews? We'll hunt you down and stab you in the eye with whatever we can find. :D
Raxsah: We'll do that after we figure out how to set Zach on fire without getting caught.
Jeck: Simple, blame Alex. That's what we did for global warming. Anyway, onwards to the review section!
WhatsGoingOn
Raxsah: Yes, the couple is quite cute together. I promise there will be more of it in the future.
Jeck: Indeed, indeed. We know what our readers like. lol
Hayley's Happening
Jeck: That's what we thought. We didn't really know much what Ryan was going to do in the beginning, but we knew that Claire and Kirk were going to be together from the start. I was thinking to put Ryan with Uhura… but she's kind of an ugly bitch…
Raxsah: I'm glad you think thy fit well together, I was a little worried that they wouldn't at first. But thankfully the reviewers are happy with the match.
Aiko
Raxsah: It totally is. I love Rocky, we need more of him in the story. Though, I never really noticed the breast nudging thing until you mentioned it. In my defense, I didn't write that part.
Jeck: That'd be me. :3 I just thought it'd be funny and make the dream more realistic for Claire. And we're working hard on the battle scenes, so I'm glad you're enjoying it.
SWfangirl21
Jeck: Thanks for your review. For the record though, Raxsah has had me censoring myself. I have an extremely dirty mind and I was not against bestiality in this story. Just saying. lawl
Raxsah: Ugh, yes… I remember that conversation. It was not pretty. Believe me, though I have no doubt your friend has a dirty mind… some of the things Jeck thinks of are disturbing alone. We're glad you liked the story though. Hopefully you'll keep reading it.
Raxsah: So… hopefully you liked the chapter. I think the ending was by far my favorite. :D
Jeck: I think the whole story is my favorite. Oh wait, that's just cause we wrote it. Still, we find ourselves quoting this story in real life. Is that sad and pathetic? :D
Raxsah: A little… but it's okay, because we are awesome like this.
Jeck: That goes without saying. We're like mad freakin' awesome, even if we're the only ones who think so. But we're not, obviously. You guys have made that clear.
Raxsah: True, true… anyway, hope you guys enjoyed our non-profit story, donations are accepted though.
Jeck: Please send all donations to my wallet. Sexual favors can be returned by me if you're a lady, and possibly by Raxsah if you're a hot man with a nice ass, buy her lots of chocolates, and take her out for a lobster dinner. She's not cheap, my friends.
Raxsah: Damn right I'm not cheap, you better be paying me good money. Fuck, if I'm going to be whored out, I expected to be treated like a lady.
Jeck: That's right, you heard it here. I'm whoring myself and my best friend out. Need a douche bag? I'm the douche to your bag. :D Btw- stop eating corn and nuts. They come out in your douche and I don't appreciate it.
Raxsah: Yeah, I'm stopping it here. Reviews are nice! Till next time!
Jeck: Bye-bye! :3