There hasn't been a storm on this planet since they've been here.

Maybe it was the fever talking, but for a place that supposedly saw frequent storms, it's been pretty quiet. It rained a few times, though not hard enough except to want to invest in a good umbrella. And this Klingon house itself, it was not built to withstand storms.

Something was going on.

Over the past few days Harrison had been... well, Kirk wouldn't go as far as saying he was 'nice.' Tolerable, maybe. Harrison kept an eye out, helped Kirk changed his bandages, gave him food and water. He wasn't overly friendly but at least he'd stopped bashing Kirk's face into the floor every time Kirk got mouthy.

At the moment, Kirk had no idea where Harrison was. Maybe he was outside, enjoying the trees. Or maybe he was trying to find a puppy he could kick. He could go either way, really.

With a small grunt, Kirk pushed himself up to a sitting position. After days of nausea, headaches, and the dull ache in his leg, Kirk's body was begging to move. He needed to get the kinks out from his back, the ache from his ass from sitting too long.

Quietly, Kirk got to his feet. He winced. The cut on his thigh was inconveneint, but it shouldn't hinder any movement. With a tiny limp in his stride, Kirk walked outside.

This was the first time he'd been outside in days. It felt good to breath fresh air instead of the weird musk smell the Klingon house held. It was bright and beautiful and for a moment, Kirk lost himself bathing in the sunlight.

A high-pitched bird call jerked him out of his thoughts and reminded him what he was looking for. He pressed forward.

It didn't take him long. The graves were only a few feet away.

He'd expected one. Just one. There were two mounds of dirt, sitting next to each other. Grimacing, Kirk went on his knees and using his hands, started digging. Harrison didn't bury them deep, just enough so the smell wouldn't seep through.

On the right was a male Klingon. On the left, as Kirk suspected, was the female. Husband and wife. They were not a young couple. Their skin tone was pale and wrinkles was etched into every inch of their faces.

Kirk heard footsteps coming from behind, stopping only a few feet away. He didn't bother turning around. "They didn't have to die."

"I needed shelter," Harrison said, unforgiving. "You needed shelter. If I had asked they would have tried to kill us both."

"Did you even considered asking? Or did you kill them outright?"

"Do not think you can inspire guilt in me, Kirk," Harrison said, his voice low and dangerous. "I did what I had to to keep you alive. Instead of kneeling there in the dirt, mourning the loss of two pathetic creatures you've never met, you should be thanking me."

Kirk surged to his feet, twisting around to face Harrison. "You bastard-!"

Harrison held the phaser in his hand, pointing it straight at Kirk's face. "I can keep you unconscious for the full duration of your recovery. Is that what you want, captain?"

"Why don't you tell me what you want, Harrison," Kirk snapped. He barely looked at the phaser. "What are you going to tell your crew when they wake up? How are they going to react knowing the lives you took, the families you tore apart, for them? Do you honestly think they would want the blood you spilled on their hands?"

Harrison gripped the phaser tighter. "Shut up."

"You keep saying you're doing this for your family. Stop lying. You're doing this for yourself at this point. You are a selfish man with selfish ambitions. If you had come to me, come to anyone, we could have helped you-"

"This is your last warning, Kirk-"

"I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY!" Kirk exploded. He surged forward until the phaser was digging against his forehead. Harrison jumped lightly at the sudden move, his finger nearly pressing down on the trigger.

Kirk was going to get his point across, so God help him. "These people were not your enemy. You need to stop. Now put down that fucking phaser before I get angry."

Harrison kept the phaser up. He didn't look angry, he didn't look annoyed or upset or disgusted. His face was like a blank canvas, so devoid of emotion it was almost alien. The phaser was pressed against Kirk's forehead for so long, he knew a bruise was slowly taking place.

The finally, amazingly, Harrison dropped his arm. He took a step back. "What do you want me to do?"

He sounded... small. Tired.

Kirk could have said several things. First give up the phaser. Give these two Klingons a proper burial. Have Harrison agree to an anger management course. He could have said any of those things when unexpectedly, the world around them exploded.