Yay second chapter - and thank you to all everyone who gets here - I know first chapters really aren't my strong point - if I get round to it i'll re-write it! I think this one is much better - let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Despite all my wishes - I will never own Star Trek.

John Denogar's office was a comfortable one. A large, airy room with a soft carpeted floor and several large, squashy chairs surrounded a desk, which was bare except for a few pieces of equipment on one hand side. The walls had a few decorations scattered here and there, but there were some large windows down one wall, which were currently being lashed with rain.

Kirk, Spock and McCoy, seated themselves in some of the chairs, whilst the two security stood behind, as John settled himself behind his desk - a slightly disgruntled look crossing his face as he glanced out the windows.

'Typical,' he muttered softly, before focusing his attention back onto his guests.

'Now gentlemen, the matter which I wish to discuss with you has been quite a problem with us for a long time. And if you aren't pressed for time, I will go back to the beginning and try and explain things best I can.'

Kirk nodded, 'No please continue - any information will be helpful.'

'Well now lets see, when my people arrived here we discovered that this was not an uninhabited planet, as we had been told. So, naturally, although shocked we did our best to co-habit peacefully with our new neighbours. However, the were some complications,'

'What sort of complications?' voiced Kirk quickly.

John paused and sighed slightly, clasping his fingers together and resting them on the desk. It was very clear to Kirk that he didn't know how to go about this.

'You must understand, we were all under the belief that this planet was deserted! The locals were, well, different to say the least.'

'Different? Surely they were not so different from yourselves if you both wished to inhabit the same planet?'

'They were humanoid Captain, but that is the only thing I can say.' John added, his voice colder and harsher now, with a bitterness that hadn't been there before, 'They were barbaric, cruel and destructive. Each in possession of a monstrous power they used to turn the land against us!' with this he rose to his feet, anger emanating through his voice, 'in the end we had no choice but to destroy them!'

The was silence.

Kirk looked left, to Spock, who sat impassive except for one eyebrow that was slightly raised. To his right, McCoy sat with his mouth open slightly.

John Denogar looked around at them, his anger abating as he resumed his seat. He breathed deeply before he continued,

'What must you think of us? Still it was the only solution - but we were not that cruel. We took in their children, cared for them as our own and attempted to raise them in society. That is where the problems started.'

'What sort of problems?'

'Well we soon realised that these children were developing these powers - just like there parents - and no matter what we did they insisted on reeking their revenge on us!' John took another steadying breath, 'we tried so hard Captain, but in the end we failed. Most of them have left us - they have fled over the years. However there is one - who insists on remaining to torment us all!' His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his teeth. 'We have tried everything and this is why we need you.'

'Alright,' nodded Kirk, 'I'm sure there must be something we can do to help.'

Evident relief flooded John's face, and he beamed at them,

'Excellent' he said cheerily, 'Now I'm sure…' he began to add, but his voice failed when the office began to tremble.

Immediately, he dropped to his knees and scrambled under his desk and the tremor increased and the whole room shook and rocked. There was a crash as something fell of the desk, and a thump as Kirk and the crew hit the floor, sliding across the carpet like it was ice.

Then it stopped, almost as suddenly as it had begun.

Kirk looked around from his position on the floor and noticed John Denogar was already on his feet again, a wicked and cruel smile on his lips.

'Its her…' he whispered, turning to look at Kirk, who was currently trying to untangle himself from his chair, which had travelled with him.

'Captain, if you and your crew will come with you - you can deal with our problem sooner rather than later.' he added maliciously, turning on his heels and hurrying out of the office.

~*~

When they caught up with him, John was already halfway out of the entrance hall, pushing open a massive pair of dark double doors and hurrying down the steps beyond. Kirk could see the rain was still falling heavily, creating massive puddles all across the rocky street.

Halfway down the street he'd stopped, and was stood in the middle of the road, staring malevolently at something that lay some 5 foot away.

'There it is Captain.' he said softly, stretching out his hand and pointing.

Kirk stepped forward, raising his hand to shield his eyes against the downpour. When he got closer he realised just what it was.

Lying crumpled on the floor was a small figure.

Curled up into a sort of protective ball, with thin legs and arms was a girl.

Kirk heard a sharp intake of breath beside her,

'Jim,' came McCoy's voice, 'what've they done to her?'

'I… I don't know.' He was shocked himself. Immediately he turned back to John, and marched towards him. 'What have you done?'

'Done?' he replied curiously, 'Why Captain, we have done nothing but protect ourselves. Isn't that right?'

From the shadows of the street emerged at least 12 men, all large and imposing. Every single one was carrying a long, heavy staff made of dark wood or iron. Slowly they closed in around them, forming a tight circle.

'Perhaps you would like to meet her? Bring her here!' he cried, his voice no longer worried or pompous but cruel and malicious.

As he spoke, 2 of the men stepped forward and pulled the figure roughly up onto her feet and dragged her towards the party.

They could see her more clearly now. A small, thin body, clothed in a sodden robe that was ripped and torn, with long, muddy hair which seemed to be very pale underneath the thick layer of dirt. Her skin was covered in cuts and bruises.

'Jim… this is wrong.' muttered Bones quietly.

'Now men, surely she can stand?' came John's cold voice again. At this the two men, smiled darkly and let go of her arms. With a soft moan of pain, the girl crumpled again, one arm wrapping around her waist. A wave of cruel laughter rippled round the circle.

With this Kirk leapt forwards, McCoy close behind, bending down over the figure to see a pair of half-open, white blue eyes gazing up at him.

'Its ok,' he murmured softly, 'we're here for you.'

'She's definitely broken something,' Bones added, 'she needs proper care.'

Kirk looked up and realised the men had gotten closer, and that his crew had all reached for their phasers. Glancing round, he saw that Spock, Jones and Smith had formed a small defensive circle around McCoy and the girl.

'What do you think Spock?'

'Captain, I think it would be unwise to engage with these people. However, we might find that it is necessary to ensure release of the girl.'

'Alright,' added Kirk, but before he could say any more the men attacked.

They leapt forwards, swinging their heavy weapons from side to side. Immediately, Jones and Smith began to fire whilst Spock and Kirk, began to fight back using a series of well aimed blows.

Spock ducked as blow from a staff as Kirk served the attacker with a hefty punch. But as he swung round, a heavy hit caught the top of his right arm, causing pain to shoot all the way down the arm and across his shoulder.

'THAT'S ENOUGH!' came a voice over the scuffle. Glancing round, Kirk noticed it was John Denogar, his eyes flashing dangerously. 'Now men, we must allow the Captain to rid us of this problem.'

Kirk heard Bones beside him,

'Jim we need to get back - Jones is out cold and the girl, well she's slipping out of consciousness fast.'

Kirk nodded and turned back the surrounding mob, anger beginning to boil up inside him as he saw again the small, broken figure on the ground.

'How could you? She's just a child!' Kirk found himself shouting, 'an innocent child, not a demon! Look at yourselves - torturing someone just because they're different!' His rage was growing, he could feel it coursing through his body. He bent down, and tried to pick her up, but his arm was sore where one of the men had battered him with a staff. 'To think that such prejudice still exists, you should all be ashamed!'

He paused, anger still pounding in his heart

'Mr Spock,' he called, looking around for his first officer, who appeared almost instantaneously by his side, 'you will have to pick her up, I can't manage and she won't be able to lift herself.'

With a nod, Spock reached down, gently scooping her off the ground and holding her close a you would a baby. Spock could feel the gentle fluttering of her breath on his neck as with one hand he placed the girl's arms around his neck for more support.

Kirk watched, surprised at this more human gesture from the Vulcan. It was caring and kind, he supported her as if she weighed no more than a leaf and was a delicate as fine china.

Reaching for his communicator, he muttered darkly under his breath, his eyes roaming around the room, watching the movements of the other men carefully.

'Kirk to Enterprise'

'Scott here.'

'Ah Scotty, prepare to beam us up, and just so you know, Mr Spock is carrying a visitor aboard.'

'Aye Captain.'

When Kirk heard this, he shut the communicator, and waited. Hopefully, he thought, we'll be just in time.

To be continued! Please review ^_^