I don't own anything related to the Star Trek Universe. This chapter is based on "Plato's Stepchildren." I know it was in season three of TOS, but I have no idea what episode. How's about I guess and say sixty-five? Did I get it right? Yes? I'm too lazy and bothered to actually check. I am a good nerd though, so I'll pretend I am correct. Oh, and there's going to be some nonconsensual stuff going on.
Hazina sat at the science station reading over the information flashing across the screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as her brown eyes moved evenly with the moving words. The planet they were approaching was documented in the Federation database, but there was little known about it other than the size, weight, and knowledge that life did exist on it. Her fingers brushed her forehead as she leaned forward and focused her attention on the screen. There was absolutely no knowledge beyond that, and it annoyed her to the point of apprehension that three of the most important men in her life were going down there. She looked at Kanshero standing with them. Captain Kirk had called him at the last minute in case they needed some kind of tactical support. She nodded to Kyleth when he looked at her. The corner of his lips twitched before he turned and followed the two men ahead of him.
Her mother walked over to her and placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. She looked up into her smiling brown face and was rewarded a quick kiss on the nose. Hazina smiled and blushed before quickly lowering her head and turning her attention back to her console. She waited patiently as she knew the group had to be beamed down then she would probably receive information. Her seat turned towards where her mother was seated. The woman appeared to be completely enthralled by whatever it was she listened to. She smiled and waved Hazina over. Her hands began to move animatedly as she described what the people were saying. It was a man on one ship talking to his wife on another. He was telling her about his last mission and how they had lost three men. Nyota pressed her lips together and sighed. Hazina tapped her mother on the shoulder before she returned to her console.
There were several images and instructions on the screen. Her father sent pictures of different plants and instructed her to classify them based upon the information and pictures provided. Her eyebrows rose as she stared a particularly beautiful purple flower that appeared to have small green spores in the center of it. She leaned forward and took out a writing PADD from the single drawer at the station and began to draw the flower. Her eyes remained on the screen as the pencil in her hand moved across the paper quickly. The pad of her index finger traced the outline of the petals. Her gaze darted to her mother quickly before moving back to the flower. The woman watched her with a large smile and wide eyes.
It was a while later when Hazina finally drew each of the six flowers and began to break them down. She stared at the text information that popped up on the screen. It was only information about the climate and the vegetation of the planet. Her father dutifully suggested that the planet be classified as M instead of its original N. The gravity there was almost identical to that of Earth's, and there was much water, although the large amount they encountered was not readily useable. She catalogued the plants and entered this information on the database. She knew her father would collect samples as proof to his statements. Hazina sent her attention back to the plants.
Most of them were of almost identical to poppies and other flowers commonly found in the Terran country known as Greece. Hazina made notes of her findings and turned to the large screen when her mother tapped her on the shoulder. David waved at her. He looked at her and continued to speak. His eyes darted to her mother as she signed everything he said.
"Do you think it is safe to be back in space so soon, David? I know you will say I am still here, but I have yet to make it back to Earth. Also, why would you return to that quadrant after what happened?" Hazina looked at her mother's hands with raised eyebrows. "I wish you much luck in endeavor then. Your father will not agree with this."
He is already in space. Jim can't make the ship turn around. Nyota appeared to chuckle.
"Brilliantly devised plan, David." She nodded to him.
He says that means a lot coming from you. Nyota beamed at her daughter.
"Live long and prosper, David." Hazina bowed to him when he responded.
She did not turn back to her station until the screen went black. Although she thought that going back into space so soon after the last battle, Hazina saw the logic behind David's thinking; he had trained almost all of his twenty-four years to work on a space ship. The last thing he wanted to do was waste his time on Earth when he could be exploring space. Her shoes brushed the metal floor underneath them as she pushed her chair away from the station. She nearly bumped into her mother.
Captain Kirk has requested you and Yeoman Butler beam down. Your father will probably be in the transport room when we make it there.
Her father was, in fact, materializing on the pad just as she, her mother, and a pale woman with shoulder length white blond hair entered the room. She gave him a look as she and the woman stepped on individual pads. He had his stoic expression, but his eyes looked confused and somewhat hazy. Hazina narrowed her eyes slightly, but remained immobile as the beam began. She was surprised to find that the place could have easily have been mistaken for Earth. The woman walked behind her with round eyes as they trekked down the slope towards a waiting man. Hazina stopped abruptly and stared at him. He motioned for them to follow.
The smaller man appeared to be uneasy about something. Hazina stopped walking a few feet away from him and gazed around the room they occupied. A man and woman sat on a throne on the north side of the room. People dressed as ancient Greeks littered the place on mats drinking or eating fruit. She looked at the smaller man to see him saying something to the two people in front of them. Hazina's attention moved to the right when she saw Jim, Kanshero, and Kyleth being led forth. She tilted her head at the strained look Kyleth wore. It looked as if he had, at some point, been crying. Hazina walked to him and touched him on the shoulder.
"What is wrong, Kyleth?" Her eyebrows lifted when he turned to her with a look of confusion. She read his lips perfectly.
"What are they doing here?" He gave the people on the thrones an impassive face, but Hazina could feel the anger pouring from him. Kyleth moved away from her slowly as if doing so would force the two to not bother her. He kept his face straight and is eyes glued to them.
"We thought they would be entertaining to watch." The woman smiled at them. "Alexander, take them to be changed."
Kyleth pressed his lips together and looked at Parmen as Alexander led both of the women from the room. "I have saved your life. I have also agreed to remain here. Let the innocent people return."
"She is important to you." The woman chuckled. "We will have a celebration once they return."
"Philana, you are a wise and giving woman." Parmen smiled at his wife.
They were the most annoying and arrogant people he had ever had the displeasure of coming across. Although Alexander wanted to help them, and they had promise to take him away with them if they managed to get away, Kyleth figured their actual chances of escaping were less than two percent. Also, the probability of the injection he had given himself and Kirk working was less than ten percent. Still, the use of the kironide mineral had increased their chances of escape by five percent. His dark eyes stared at the marble tiles. Would it take as long as he predicted for the serum to work? He glanced at Kanshero out the corner of his eyes. Perhaps he should have tried it on the other human as well. Ah. He could not help but be fascinated by the biological effects the mineral had on the creatures' bodies.
It was a little over ten minutes when both women returned looking rather annoyed and flushed. Hazina wore an ankle length green linen chiton that left her right shoulder naked. Her black hair was piled on the top of her head in dark ringlets with yellow flowers tucked in. The emotion in her brown eyes bordered wonderment. She took a hesitant step forward as her eyes darted between the three men standing before her. The servant Alexander said something to her. He obviously thought she was ignoring him; he wore a look of pure irritation as he grabbed her hand and pulled on it. Hazina flinched as she yanked her hand away from him and stared with wide eyes. The short man looked at Kirk and Kyleth nervously.
Hazina lowered herself until she was eye level with him. Her brown eyes searched his face for several seconds. Her fingers entwined as she allowed herself to give him ma smile so beautiful that Kyleth clenched his jaw. She tilted her head at him, and her eyes twinkled. "Yes?"
"The mistress wants to speak with you." Alexander motioned toward Philana.
Instead of turning to the woman immediately, Hazina took Alexander's hand and brushed it along her face. She stood and turned to the blond woman with one of the happiest smile anyone had ever seen her wear. Her eyes were glued to the woman's eyes, which means she had no idea what was being said to her.
Tell her yes. Kyleth almost frowned at the way she was acting. Surely…he looked around the room at the others. Several of the males were smiling and nodding towards them. He pressed his lips together and silently calculated the chances of them leaving.
"Why is she not answering?" Philana looked at Kirk with a small frown.
"She can't hear." Kirk shrugged at the glare the woman gave him. "You asked."
"She is looking at me. Can't she read my lips?" Philana narrowed her eyes at Kirk.
She turned to Kanshero and tilted her head slightly. He frowned as he walked over to Hazina and took her hands into his. Her eyes widened as his right arm slid around her waist but his left hand held her right tightly. Music from a harp disturbed the silence and they began to waltz around the room. Philana clapped and raised her hand as a signal for the music to speed. Kanshero moved away from Hazina as she and Yeoman Butler moved onto the floor in perfect unison. Her face became radiant with a smile as they moved in perfect synchronization with the music. Hazina laughed and twirled, causing her long hair to tumble over her shoulders. Kyleth took a step forward and instantly regretted it.
Yeoman Butler, blond with olive colored eyes and average height, sauntered over to him with a large smile. She dropped to her knees before him and moved her arms above her head as she leaned back until the upper part of her body was on the floor. Her eyes beckoned to him as she rose and twirled around him in a flash of pink. She was slightly aesthetically pleasing, but Kyleth had no interest in her whatsoever. His dark eyes move from her flailing frame to the more subtle movements Hazina made as she smiled at Kanshero. Her hands brushed his face before she turned away from with a slight blush. Her eyebrows lifted when she turned back to him and slammed into him violently.
"He will stay with us." Philana motioned towards Kyleth.
"We cannot leave him behind here. He belongs--"
"She will stay then." Philana nodded towards a confused looking Hazina. She laughed at the look of horror Hazina wore as Kanshero's lips crushed hers. "They both will stay here in his stead then. I think they look beautiful together."
Kanshero's fingers moved up Hazina's back until he cupped the back of her head as he leaned forward and deepened the kiss. Kyleth took a step forward but found that he was being held back. Of course he knew Parmen was the one doing this. All of his wife's attention was focused on ruining the beautifully imperfect Hazina he saw before him. His hand formed into a fist as Kanshero's lips lowered. Hazina made a sound and moved to push him away. Her eyes widened as his lips covered hers again.
"He will stay." Philana smiled at Kirk. It seemed the eagerness of the others forced her to continue what she was doing while she looked at them.
"I will stay." Kyleth nodded once but never took his eyes from the scene before him. "Please."
Kanshero's hands were all over her body. Kyleth thought the scene before him was slightly ironic. Had Hazina not accosted him for something similar the night before? His pulse increased by 5.83% as Kanshero and Hazina dropped to their knees in a loving embrace of limbs and lips. Kirk muttered several Terran curse words before closing his eyes and turning away. They were useless. Kyleth felt his teeth grinding one another as he tried to move. Hazina's hand was against Kanshero's chest for several moments before they were pinned above her head. He smiled and brushed his lips along her thigh. Hazina whimpered and shook her head. Kyleth closed his eyes.
Two seconds passed before his eyes were forced open, and he saw. He tried with every telepathic skill he had to not think of what was in front of him. Surely, these people of high intellect and telekinetic powers did not do things such as this on a regular basis. He wanted to crush him. Yes, the Japanese man was innocent in all of this, but was he not the one lying between her thighs? Hazina moaned and whispered one word in Vulcan, "no."
Part of his resolve broke. It was illogical to think that beings of justice could exist without intervening in this. He narrowed his eyes at Parmen before his head was forced downward so that his gaze was on the tow melding bodies before him. She was beautiful, and he was ruining her. He could feel the bewilderment and confusion that controlled her thoughts. Whether involuntary or not, her hips jerked upward suddenly and her eyes closed as the color disappeared from her cheeks. Kanshero groaned and collapsed on top of her. Hazina made a soft whimpering sound and pushed him away. She stood suddenly and ran towards the door, but stopped abruptly. Her body lurched forward as she vomited.
Kyleth's eyebrows rose as Alexander stood and placed several weapons on the floor. Philana laughed and looked at Hazina. Her lips were pressed together and her face impassive, but Kyleth felt the humiliation and anger burning through her like fire. She glared at the woman as her body moved closer to the weapons on the ground. Philana chuckled and looked at the three men. "Doctor, you are very angry. I think you want to hurt your fellow officer."
His body moved against his will as he lunged at Kanshero and pinned the man to the floor by the neck. Everyone in the room to be paying apt attention to two of them. Kirk Pulled on Kyleth's shoulder helplessly and looked up with a bewildered expression. The commotion was interrupted temporarily when Alexander gave a small scream from the front of the room. Parmen was having a stare down with Alexander, who appeared to have drawn a knife. Kirk narrowed his eyes and stared at the small man struggling to not stab himself. The shorter man allows the blade to fall from his hand as he looked to Kirk. Kirk laughed loudly and walks towards the leader of the strange group.
Kyleth felt the hold on his body loosen as he pulled away from a gasping Kanshero. He blinked and stood with his impassive face but clouded eyes. The pores of his skin opened slightly when he felt her gaze on him. Kirk and that silly man were battling over power, and he was trying to hide his embarrassment for having lost control of himself. He blinked and looked at the floor with his lips pressed into a thin line. His attention snapped back to the two men in the middle of the room. Parmen admitted that Kirk's power was superior to his own.
Kirk stopped Alexander from killing Parmen. The man agrees to be more pleasant to future visitors from the federation. Kirk does not believe this but simply reminds Parmen that it would be easy for future visitors to take advantage of the serum Kyleth created. The man pressed his lips together and sat in his chair in defeat. Kirk, the only member of their team dressed in a Starfleet uniform, tapped his insignia and told Scotty to beam them up. Alexander was beamed up with them.
The moment she appeared on the pad, Hazina turned her head away from the group and quickly left the room. She went straight to her room and stood in the middle of her bedroom where she crawled onto the bed and cried. Ws she crying because she did not understand what had happened or because she feared she had nearly enjoyed what had happened? She felt sick just thinking that the second suggestion could be true. Her legs felt weak as she hoisted herself from the bed and went into the bathroom. She threw up again before turning on the shower. Why couldn't he have chosen Yeoman Butler instead? Hazina pushed her dark hair away from her face and began to snatched the flowers from her hair. She tore the dress she wore and covered her face with her hands. Why would something like that happen in front of him? Why would he do that in front of her Uncle Jim? She inhaled quickly and sat on the floor on top of the torn dress. Her face felt hot underneath her palms as she continued to cry.
Gentle hands fell upon her shoulders. Her mother gave her a sorrowful smile and pulled her into an awkward hug. She ran her fingers over the back of Hazina's head and held her tightly. Hazina continued to cry until she was almost too tired to move. She turned off the cold water and stood in the steaming hot water staring at the wall. Her mother appeared in the slider door with a towel.
Hazina lay on the bed with her eyes closed as Nyota gently brushed her hair. She snuggled in closer to her mother and pulled the thick cotton robe she wore tighter against her frame. Inhaled deeply, she turned to her mother with red eyes and slightly puffy lips. Her brown eyes were glued to her mother's lips as she asked a single question, "why did this happen?"
Her mother sighed and suddenly looked much older. Her brown eyes were filled with tears. "Hazina, these things that happen to us in life are simply stairs that lead us upward until we reach the top where all those things will compile and shape us into who we should be. Kanshero is very sorry this happened as well. He would never have done this, Hazina."
"I feel dirty." She pressed her face into her mother's lap. "K-Kyleth was watching. They were all watching but Uncle Jim and Yeoman Butler. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. For a moment I think I enjoyed it. I am so disgusted with myself."
Nyota pressed soft kisses against her daughter's head and hugged her silently. Hazina looked at her and smiled. She gave her daughter a small smile. "Kyleth loves you. Just go to sleep for now. Leonard wants you to come down so he can have a look at you. Go see him tomorrow morning." She planted a kiss on her forehead and gave her one last squeeze before she left.
Hazina lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with round eyes. She lifted herself on her elbows and stared at her door when she saw movement. Her brown eyes widened a fraction when she saw Aziza standing in the door. Her friend left the room and returned pushing Kyleth in before her. She nudged him in the side and skipped towards Hazina with a small smirk. She moved around the bed and pulled her friend into a tight hug. Her thumb jutted towards the Vulcan standing in the middle of her sitting area. I've never seen a full blooded Vulcan look nervous.
"You should not have forced him." She turned towards the wall and felt a strong urge of regret when she sensed Kyleth's humiliation. Her brown eyes remained on the wall so that she did not have to see what Aziza had to say.
Sleep eluded her. She dressed in her uniform and left her room after putting her hair in a tight bun at the back of her head. Her boots made soft clicking noises on the floor as she made her way to the turbolift so that she could visit sickbay. The doctor present was not McCoy. Kyleth stood several feet away from her with a PADD grasped tightly in one hand. He simply blinked and stared at her. The nurse appeared from behind a dark blue linen curtain. She smiled at Hazina and motioned for her to take a seat on the cot closest to them. Her hesitation did not go unnoted by the man watching her from behind the silver table.
Are you sick? The woman was obviously mimicking the signs from the PADD she'd placed on the table.
"I am fine. My mother told me to come by to see Doctor McCoy." Hazina sat straight and stared at the wall.
The nurse ran her tricorder over Hazina quickly and shrugged. There isn't anything wrong. Your vitals are strong.
"Thank you." Hazina slid from the table and left the room as quickly as she could while maintaining the façade that everything was normal.
She pressed her head against the cool metal wall before turning and heading towards the botany lab. It would not hurt anyone if she started work early.
A/N: All errors are mine. This story is going slowly on my part. My bad! I'm trying to finish, but I stay in Mississippi, and school is about to start. I do a lot of running around to assist my cousin and aunt, but I am writing in my spare time. I'll try and post chapter three as soon as it's done. The fall semester starts for me on August 17th. I'm going to try and finish by then. This story will probably die if I don't.
