Sorry this took so long to get up, but my Internet was on the fritz all weekend.
I would like to point out that this is by far the most chapters I have ever managed to complete for a story I have written, and I am bound and determined to actually complete a fanfic for once. By the way, if you haven't watch any of the original movies I would recommend number 4. It's the best of all of them… and it's got whales!
Chapter 10
---Bones---
I stood on the bridge of the enterprise impatiently, at attention, waiting for everything to shift into place before we could strike. Jim wasn't fairing much better as he prowled the deck like a caged lion- pacing back and forth in front of the view screen.
After transporting back to the ship, Jim dove into planning a final strike on Sylar's gang. Back in his 'natural habitat' Jim seemed more of a captain than ever.
The Enterprise had been moved back and hidden behind one of Terran's moons. If we had any luck left, then they would think that we had left and we could catch them by surprise.
With the help of Spock we analyzed the map and started positioning teams at each of the entrances. The plan was to send in some stealth and try and seize the surveillance room and weapons storage before we were detected. Then the squads would be given the signal to move in and intercept.
However, getting to this point of organization was taking longer than any of us were comfortable with. It had already been 20 minutes since our arrival onto the Enterprise, and each passing second of inaction was making me more anxious. The odds that she was alive were getting smaller by the second, and I didn't like it.
I ran my hand through my wet hair in a vain attempt to get it to dry faster. In a general consensus between Spock and any other crewmember we came across Jim, Scotty and I were forced to clean up while Jim's orders were being enacted.
Needless to say it was one of the shortest showers in my life. I certainly hadn't been able to enjoy it either, and after a week of no bathing I am pretty sure I should have. I certainly wasn't going to take the luxury for granted for quite a while.
Reveling in the comforts of home would have to wait till later.
"Sir! We have control of the surveillance room and squadrons are in position, Captain," I heard Chekov's thick accent explain. "And ready to move on your orders, Sir!"
"Do it," Jim ordered. He then turned to me and gestured to the turbo-lift. "Let's go."
Spock intercepted us before we got there. "Captain, it would be unwise for you to get involved considering the circumstances. It would be best if you and the doctor remained here and recuperate first."
"Don't be such a party pooper, Spock." He grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. "Like I'm going to miss this!"
It wasn't long before Jim and I were standing on the transporter pad for the second time that day. I could feel that queasy feeling in my stomach that always proceeded beaming down.
Lord help me!
Hopefully my luck would hold out today and I'd make it down to the planet's surface without my molecules getting scrambled.
Is it too late to take a shuttle?
I didn't have to wallow in dread for long; it was only a moment before I heard the command.
"Energize."
Down at the entrance things were hectic with officers scrambling about executing their orders.
I think Jim was a little upset at not being a part of the action, however, Spock did have a point about us needing to stay back, and we had both agreed to wait here to supervise all the captives as they were through.
There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Jim would find some insane way of making up for it sooner or later.
We listened in on the comm channel as the reports pored in, and after what seemed like years the first of the squads returned with captives a plenty. However, after 10 minutes since the teams started returning there was still no sign of Sylar or the girl.
"That's it! I'm going in!" Jim headed for the entrance.
"Wait!"
"Bones, I can't just stand here and watch anymore."
I sighed, "I know. That's why I'm coming too."
He grinned at me, "Let's go!"
I squinted into the darkness of the hallway as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. We rushed together down the hallway passing crewmates along the way, Jim leading us to some destination that only he could know. So I just followed him.
Somewhere further off down the hallway I could hear a bit of a ruckus. Jim must have heard it too because he seemed to zero in on the action and bee-line straight towards it.
Sure enough, the hallway lead to a room where several security guards where fighting with none other than Sylar himself.
True to form, Jim rushed into the fray. Dodging under an officer being flung backwards he caught him by surprise with well aimed punch to the jaw. I heard the resounding crack as I tended to my fallen crewmate.
"I must say, Captain. You have a lot of guts coming back here to face me." Sylar glared at him as they wrestled with each other. He pulled a twisting maneuver and overpowered Jim with sheer strength- pushing him to the floor.
Jim practically growled, "Well, you know what they say. No guts, no glory!"
He managed to toss him backwards and proceeded to nail him with several well aimed punches. "Besides, I wouldn't dare miss out on the chance to wipe that smug grin off your ugly mug."
Sylar pushed back and away from him and took a moment to wipe some blood off of his lower lip; he grinned the aforementioned smug grin.
"What makes you think you can?"
"… 'Cause I'm James Tiberius Kirk!" And he swooped in faster than I'd ever seen him move and knocked Sylar off of his feet- he slid across the floor, unconscious.
Once I was certain he was down for the count, I started checking out Jim's injuries; he was already starting to form a nice shiner, but he didn't give me a chance to do much.
"I'm fine… forget about it." He brushed my hands aside, "You go find Keys and make sure she's alright. I'm going to stay here and make sure he gets a special escort straight to the Enterprise; I'll follow after you when I'm finished."
"Alright." He was right. I needed to find her, and I needed to find her now!
I pulled out the map of the Complex, and chose the only place I could think to check. By now most of the Complex will have been searched, but they probably hadn't gotten to the cell block yet- the last place I saw her.
My feet propelled me deeper into the Complex, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I wasn't sure how I managed to keep up this crazy pace; perhaps it was the fear tugging at my heart. It's true. The very thought of what I would find when I found her was unsettling. With my over active imagination I could almost see her body lying still in a pool of blood.
I shook my head to dispel such morbid thoughts. For once, I wanted to be positive; if only because I desperately wanted to be wrong.
The cell door was before me and I grabbed at the handle.
"Damn it!" I yanked on the door quickly realizing it was locked. Grabbing my phaser I blasted the lock on the door and it swung open.
I hesitated in the doorway. Walking tentatively into the room I switched on a lantern hanging on a hook by the door. I couldn't see anyone, and the room was even more silent than I could ever remember… without the soft sound of her typing.
Great! Now I'm starting to sound nostalgic. Somehow I've become a masochist.
I could see her computer still sitting open on the desk. It was rather small, so I managed to tuck it in to a free pouch in my med kit.
That was when I noticed.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the slightest of movements. She was lying on the floor in the very cell we had once occupied.
She was alive, but unconscious- the only movement she made was that of her labored breathing.
Melting the lock with my phaser once again, I rushed to her side- checking her vitals with my tricorder.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
She was in bad shape with cuts and bruises everywhere. Her arm was visibly broken and I could tell by my scan that I few of her ribs were as well. She looked like hell warmed over; however, amazingly, nothing vital had been injured.
She's going to be fine.
Granted, she would feel like utter crap, but I would have her fixed up in no time. I gave her a shot of pain killers before attempting to move her.
Heaven knows she's going to need them.
I tapped at my communicator and gave my report. "Jim, I've found her down in the cells. I'm bringing her up now."
"Need any help?"
"No. I've got it."
Gently, I scooped her broken body up off the dingy floor and cradled her in my arms. She seemed very small at that moment, and I felt a surge of protectiveness for her.
She let out a small groan of protest at the pain of being moved and her eyes fluttered open.
"It's you…" I heard her sharp intake of breath as she cringed when my movements jarred one of her ribs.
"Yeah," I said quietly. It felt like if I talked any louder she would break. "Let's get you out of here."
I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as she passed out once again.
If all goes according to the plan in my head then the next chapter will be the last one for this story. I also promise to clue poor Bones in on her real name so he doesn't have to call her generic names.
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