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Chapter 5
Half of the four man crew was waiting safely inside the shuttle while the other half had left the safety and comfort of the shuttle for an important part of the mission. These two needed to find a way to route any lingering power on the ship to the shuttle bay doors. They had shot a grapple hook to the hull of the ship and used it to guide themselves over.
The remaining two occupants of the shuttle waited in silence for the companions to return. The coldness of space had seeped in when the two had left causing.
"I thought you should know I promised your brother that I would look after you while we were on the Explorer," Kirk had spoken up, his voice filling the silence.
"I can look after myself; thanks," she snapped at him.
"Can you predict the future? Because I can't and I don't think you can either," he practically yelled at her. They stared at each other for a few minutes and turned away.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"What?" he asked, unsure of what she had said as they both turned back toward each other.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you," she replied softly.
"I'm just trying to look out for you. Your brother was completely against you even going," he told her.
"Then why isn't he here instead of me?" Emily questioned him.
"Because I needed him back on the Enterprise. If something goes wrong then I have him there to take care of it," Jim explained.
"Oh," was all she was able to say.
"I promised him that you would come back alive. I know we don't get along, but while we're on the Explorer we need to," he explained. She stared at him, studying his face. He had sounded so sincere, so truthful she had no choice but to believe him.
They sat there in the shuttle as the silence before returned. About ten minutes later the other half of the crew returned, successful in their side mission. Once the shuttle was sealed it flew into the shuttle bay and landed. They still remained in there suits, as it equipped them with the necessary oxygen needed to survive.
Once inside the USS Explorer Spock and Sulu had wired the emergency generator to operate. The shuttle bay doors closed and flood lights had barely illuminated the corridors of the ship. The four man crew had split off into twos, armed with phasers; just in case. Sulu and Spock had left towards the bridge to obtain as much as they could there while McCoy and Kirk had left towards the Medical Bay.
They moved as swiftly as they could and kept their eyes from the ground if possible. A few times she had tripped over the masses on the floor. It seemed forever until The Captain of the Enterprise had stopped and opened the Medical Bay doors. Once she was inside the doors had shut and Jim finally was able to get a good look at his female companion. She stood shaking, trying her hardest not to cry from the horror she just witnessed. He looked at her, wanting so badly to comfort her, but couldn't remembering the urgency of the mission at hand.
She looked around the room and noticed a few masses causing her to tear up. This had always been one of her fears, the ship she was on would loose power and the oxygen levels on the ship would be depleted. She carefully walked around the Kirk and collected a few datapads from a cabinet. Kirk had watched her the whole time, admiring her. He knew she had wanted nothing more than to just have Scotty beam her back to the Enterprise, but instead she stayed on course.
Once her bag had all the datapads it could hold she walked over to the patients lying, breathless on their beds. As she was looking over one of the patients she noticed a finger twitching. The finger belonged to a man who had been connected to an oxygen apparatus that was separate from the ship.
"Captain!" she called over. He appeared within seconds on the other side of the man. Jim looked down at the man and noticed his chest was rising and falling ever so slightly.
"He's alive! We need to get him back to the enterprise," her captain stated urgently.
"We can't take him off of this. He needs oxygen," she informed him, motioning towards the tubes and cylindrical device next to his bed.
"Is there anyway we can take him off? Even if for a minute?" he questioned.
"We don't know if he has a collapsed lung or what could even happen to him if we take him off of it. Can we beam this man and the oxygen tank back to the enterprise?" Emily asked him.
"I believe Scotty can," Jim replied.
"Let's check to see if there are any other patients that might have survived," she told him. They walked from bed to bed checking for any vital signs, any at all. This task had only helped to smother her innocence. After they had finished Kirk had called Spock for an update.
"How are things going Spock?" He asked the Vulcan through the communicator in his suit.
"Sir we have all the necessary information needed," He responded.
"Good. You and Mr. Sulu meet me at the shuttle. Ms. McCoy will be beamed back to the Enterprise with a survivor," Jim informed him.
"Yes Sir. We will be there momentarily," Spock said to him.
"Shouldn't you beam back to the Enterprise instead of me? You're more important than I am," she started to argue.
"And keep you on this ship any longer than you should? No, you are beaming back to the Enterprise and that's final! I promised you're Brother I would watch over you and make sure you were perfectly safe. This is the best way for me to keep you safe. Please, I need you to do this," Jim said to her. He had started out yelling at her and ended with his voice more calm and emotional. Emily stared at the man for a moment and came to her senses.
"At least help me get a hold of him. This guy is a lot bigger than I am," she said. The captain smiled at her and walked over with her to the side of the unconscious man. They shifted him so that he was sitting up with their help. He practically carried the man to the middle of the room as she carried his oxygen supply close by. Emily set the oxygen tank down right next to her feet waiting for Kirk to hand over the man.
"On three I'm going to hand him to you, ready? One . . Two . . Three!" he said as the unconscious man's body shifted from captain to doctor. The captain had slipped his arm through the strap of the bag that rested on her shoulder and lifted it away.
"You know, you could always beam back with me," Emily said to the man. The man tilted his head in question for it wasn't just what she said; it was how she said it. The young woman has sounded a bit unsure and afraid, like she was to be beamed onto a foreign planet.
"I need to regroup with Spock and Sulu and learn what they found out. You'll be beaming back to the Enterprise and you're brother will be waiting," he reassured the now timid doctor.
"Kirk to the Enterprise, I need you to beam up Ms. McCoy. Alert Bones she's bringing a survivor," he said into his wrist communicator.
"Aye Captain," his wrist spoke back. Within moments the young doctor appeared onto the Enterprise, her legs almost buckling from the weight of the man. Her brother had appeared with another doctor and a nurse and took the man to the sick bay. Emily took off her helmet, able to breathe freely. She ran over to where the suits were kept and quickly took it off. When she had placed it on its proper rack she was back into her regulated Starfleet uniform and on her way to help her brother