Torture
by Starsinger
I know how this is going to end. It will end in death and destruction, uh, not for our intrepid band of explorers on board the USS Gagarin and the IKV Metark, but it will leave them heartbroken. Thank you Emberka-2012 who came up with the name of the man who gave his to this ship, Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space. I appreciate yours and everyone who reviews my stuff. Still don't own any of them.
Kirk's Physical Therapist was 4'9", and she was expecting to pick his six foot frame up out of the wheelchair and put him on the wooden platform where he'd start his physical therapy. "All right, Captain, this belt I have around your waist will help me stabilize you as we pivot toward this platform. Is it okay if I call you Jim?" Kirk nodded apprehensively. "Jim, trust me, I've done this with guys bigger than you. On the count of three we're going to stand up and pivot toward the platform and you will sit back down. Just try to help me stand." She sighed, "Jim, there's nothing wrong with the nerve connections between your brain and your feet, those muscles are just weak from illness and disuse. We can do this." She put her arms around him and began to rock them back and forth, "One, Two, Three," and they were standing up and moving in one fluid motion. Jim quickly found himself sitting on the platform.
What followed was an hour of grueling torture as Amber, the physical therapist, and Kirk worked on building those disused and abused muscles. Weights, a gigantic ball, everything but the parallel bars over in the center of the room that he saw many using. "Don't worry, Jim, you'll be using those soon enough." Came the not quite comforting answer to the unspoken question. He was exhausted by the time he got back in the chair. One of the many aides wheeled him back to his room and helped him back to bed. Naturally, Kirk started his afternoon nap soon afterwards.
"So, how'd it go?" Jim peeled back an eyelid to discover McCoy standing there.
"You mean the newest way you've found to torture me?" Kirk asked. Bones opened his mouth, "Bones, spare the lecture. I'm well aware that this is needed. I'm just in need of a nap right now."
McCoy nodded, "Good, at least you still have a sense of humor."
"How are our friends doing?"
McCoy scratched his head, "I got the strangest call from Spock…"
"…Doctor, do you remember a woman named Emony Dax?" Spock asked.
McCoy couldn't help the grin that crossed his face, "Yeah, a Trill, a joined Trill, Jim would've appreciated her…flexibility." Confusion wreathed Sarek's and Spock's faces, "Look, this isn't well know, and I would appreciate it if it didn't go beyond us. The Trill are in fact two separate species. The humanoid you see and a symbiont that lives inside them. Not all of them become hosts, but the select few who do are a definite change. Emony is the host, and Dax is the symbiont."
Spock nodded as if things were starting to make sense, "So, say in another hundred years, Dax will still be around."
"If it survives that long, accidents do happen, yes, Dax will be around."
Spock closed the connection and looked thoughtfully at his father, "We could…" Suddenly, the red alert klaxons sounded, "Red Alert, Red Alert! Unknown and possibly hostile fleet heading into the system. All personnel to battle stations. Ambassador Sarek and Commander Spock please report to the bridge."
"I knew it was too good to last," Spock said, borrowing one of Kirk's favorite expressions.
Okay, I'm mean, a cliffhangar, the way this is writing itself, it should be done in a day or two, or three. Wish me luck!