Chapter Two
"Wake up, Doctor." Blue eyes opened, but McCoy didn't move.
"You are...a terrible alarm clock."
Spock would have rolled his eyes if he could. Each day offered little change in their routine and it was starting to wear on McCoy.
"Oh I am sorry Doctor," he said, allowing the faintest thread of irritation slip into his voice. "Would you prefer to wake up to birds singing?"
"Are you trying to be funny?" McCoy demanded.
"Never."
Ten minutes brought them to the hole in the force field. After cautiously establishing the boundaries, Spock waved McCoy forward. Slowly, his body tense, McCoy belly-crawled his way through the hole safely. Spock knelt on the ground when a bright red volley of weapons fire hit the field, forcing it to shimmer and close the hole.
Spock turned to see soldiers wearing the black uniforms of the Order running towards him. Swiftly, he dove behind a tree, glancing at McCoy as he rose.
"Run, Doctor. I will find you."
Eyes wide with panic, McCoy took off running down the hill that led towards the river. Spock listened until he could no longer hear his footsteps crunching on the leaf-covered ground before turning his attention back towards the Order.
McCoy had the phaser. That left him with the Kor'tal, useful only in hand to hand combat.
"Surrender, Bringer scum! We won't hurt you." The raucous, bloodthirsty laughter brought the taste of bile to Spock's mouth.
Bending down, he picked up a seed pod that had fallen from one of the many trees and hurled it as far away from himself as he could. The soldiers caught the noise and followed it.
Not one to waste time, Spock shouldered the Kor'tal and jumped. After a few tries, he had perfected the art of scrabbling up the trees here. It was a skill proving to be most useful.
Higher and higher he climbed, until he was shielded by the thick boughs of seed pods and branches.
Faintly he smiled, amused at the image of himself beaning the unsuspecting soldiers with the pods. An hour later, Spock finally deemed it safe to move. He opened the pouch that hung around his waist and plucked a few of the almost-ripe pods from the branch nearest him. While his constitution was very intolerant of the nuts, McCoy had taken a liking to roasting them over their nightly campfires.
Finally the pouch was bulging and Spock began to make his way down the tree. Almost two hours of night wasted. He shook his head at the loss and set off to find another breach in the force field and with it, Doctor McCoy.
All together now, let's laugh at the fact that Spock is giving McCoy nuts. Snerk.