warning- they make the crew bleed to prove they're not gods. nothing serious. idk if this is a trigger or not, but I'm putting it up just to be safe. :) if you think you're going to be affected by it PLEASE stop reading, because I don't want anyone to get hurt. ily xx

After me and Lisha... get ready... we go back outside, where everyone is waiting for us.

"Captain, I believe your shirt is on backwards," Spock comments.

Red alert!

"Well, Captain, you did get ready, didn't you?" One of the red shirts rolls his eyes, now dressed in Greek style clothes. A toga, I think. Or was that Roman?

"Oh. Right." I turn my shirt around quickly. "Thank you, lieutenant...?"

"Corcan, sir," he finishes.

"Kirk," Lisha began, "for the ceremony, you will wear what you have on. Spock and the others will wear our style of clothing, yes?"

"Okay." I smile, looking over at Spock. "How does this work?"

Lisha looks confused for a second. "You do not remember your own traditions?"

"My God!" One of the female red shirts, Carissa Maynard, rolls her eyes. "You don't think after a few millennia we would remember, do you?"

She is a good actor. I knew she had acted before (considering I had met her at the Academy), but I never knew what level. She does a good Bones impression.

"Um, uh, oh, right, your holiness," Lisha replies, bowing. "I am deeply in sorrow."

She just scowls and rolls his eyes. I wonder how she and Bones would get along...

"Anyways," Lisha begins, nodding to Maynard, "you walk over to where I stand. There we will sacrifice to you. Then we all bow down, and you may do whatever you wish. Excuse me, we must finish up our preparations."

After she leaves, Maynard turns to me. "How did Alana react?"

I laugh at the memory. Carissa had accidentally left her bra in my room, and Alana had been the first to find it.

Whose bra is this? she had asked. Because it's not mine. Fess up, Jim.

"She said, 'Whose bra is this? Because it's not mine. Fess up, Jim,'" I say, doing my Alana impression.

"Ha. Sorry about that," Maynard replies.

"That's okay. She didn't hold a grudge or anything." I chuckle.

"Is she used to it now?" she asks, smiling. She's extremely beautiful, if I do say so myself.

I just rolled my eyes, when suddenly, the door bursts open.

"FALSE GODS!"

"What?" Maynard glares at the one who spoke- Nataka.

She simply pushes one of the other red shirts, one I don't recognize, out. He's dead- some animal clawed at him.

"Gods do not bleed," Nataka snaps, pointing her spear at us. "If I am mistaken, and none of you bleed, I will be the sacrifice. If any of you bleed... you will be the sacrifice."

I go first. They cut my arm, and I can't think of anything useful to say, for once. My gaze shifts to Lisha, and she looks like a kicked puppy.

"How could you lie to me?" Lisha asks, looking hurt. "I trusted you."

"I am a god," is all I can reply with.

"You are now a sacrifice. If you truly are a god, you will not die and have nothing to fear," Nataka replies. "Move."

Spock is next. The natives all crowd around him, and I can't see anything. They're probably talking about how his blood is green and mine is red.

"You are one of us! You will definitely be a sacrifice." Nataka pushes Spock over by me. "Does anyone else have green blood?"

Luckily, the rest of the landing party is human. Carissa Maynard narrows her eyes, looking over at me right before they take her blood.

"When I ascend back into the heavens, I will curse you all," she promises. "There will be a time of no rain, a drought, and all your crops shall suffer, and your people in turn."

Did I mention how great an actress she is? And beautiful? Even in the shade, her brown hair shimmers brightly, and her brown eyes look fierce.

"Whatever. Put her with the others." Nataka turns to us. "You will be sacrificed when we are ready. Since we have no gods, there will be no proclamation to them in person. Come, Lisha. We must prepare you now. First will be you."

Nataka points at Maynard, who narrows her eyes. "Hell no."

"Not you, woman. Him," Nataka snaps, pointing at the red shirt I don't know. Before anyone can object, they take him away.

"Now what?"

I flip open my communicator. "Kirk to Enterprise."

All I get is some static, until Uhura picks up. "Uhura here. We saw what happened, and we can't beam you out. The structure you're in is made of something alien we can't beam through."

"Damn it," I mutter.

That's when I hear a scream and a thud. He's dead. All that's left is me, Spock, Manyard and Corcan.

"Captain, we... beam... fast," Uhura says.

"Enterprise, you're breaking up," I reply.

"I estimate the odds of us surviving this ordeal 1928 to 1, not in our favor." Spock says.

"Well, great." Maynard groans.

"JIM! Nope! This... it." Alana narrows her eyes.

"Cap... losing signal!" Uhura exclaims. "Spock... love... you!"

"I don't know if this is my last chance to say it, but Alana Pike, I-"

That's when the transmission shuts off. No more signal...

Alana Pike, I'm sorry I failed to protect you. I promised your dad if anything happened I'd be there... and I can't. Hopefully Bones will stick to his promise to me...

MUAHAHAHA. whovians, did you see what I did there? *evil cackle* I'm not even sorry whoops! you'll see what happens next chapter. whenever I decide to actually write... ily