Okay, so this is the first real action-y chapter, and it will have more adventure in it. For those of you who haven't watched the original series, the idea for this chapter came from the episode "Plato's Step Children." If you haven't seen it, it doesn't really matter, so you can read the chapter without watching the original series. If you have seen it, you'll notice it isn't a lot like the episode. I simply took the plot line the telekinetic people and their culture, and mashed it with my own character, imagination, and thoughts for my story line. I hope you like it! I do not own Star Trek, or the characters in it. I only own Stella.

I opened my eyes in wonder, completely awestruck by the earth-identical scene unfolding in front of me as the gold swirls cleared from my vision. If I could talk, I would probably be speechless. What a bitter sweet joke.

That I soon wouldn't have to use!

Kirk came up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. A grin was on his face, and mine was unmatched to his. It was like he was more excited than I was, but once again, my ocean of happiness was plagued by that tinged of fear, nervousness, and... Regret? No. I couldn't feel regret. I wouldn't allow it. I had searched my voice, but I never could find it. Now I finally could.

Kirk led me through the brush, and after a few minutes, I questioned whether or not we were lost. Every now and then, I would glance over my shoulder to see Spock and Doctor McCoy, trailing behind us. They didn't question Jim, so neither did I.

Eventually, we reached a large, concrete door, with ivy vines twirling up it. I could see symbols carved into it, but I had no clue what they meant. I was just about to ask Kirk why we were there, when the door opened, small dust particles puffing in the sun lit air.

He was average height, maybe a bit on the short side, with salt and pepper hair and eyes fringed by goldish lashes that glittered slightly. He bowed, and walked slowly to me, smiling brightly. He might have Kirk and I both beat in the smiling contest.

"Hello, hello, welcome! You must be the girl we have heard so many great things about! Please, please, come into our palace!"

I was shocked by his overzealous hospitality to a stranger he had just met. And the fact that he claimed to know stuff about me. I didn't have time to think about what things had been said about me, for he had gestured for me to walk forward.

He led us into what appeared to be a giant throne room, where a tall, (gorgeous, if I may add) curvy woman sat on the arm of the large chair. She wore a dark green dress that matched her dark hair nicely. She was tall and confidence radiated off her like a sun radiates light. I felt a twang in my stomach but I quickly suppressed it. Jealousy? I immediately felt embarrassed for such a feeling for a woman I had just met. She smiled, standing up and extending a delicate hand. I looked back at Kirk, who nodded.

I met her hand, which was much softer than mine, decorated with several bands of gold on her wrist and fingers. She was several inches taller than I, but probably due to the fact she was wearing heels, a dark ebony black that seemed to ooze out onto the floor like in. Her smile revealed a row of pearly white teeth that matched her clear silky skin.

She released my hand and gestured to the man that had lead us in.

"This is Parmen, and I am Sarila." She smiled widely as Parmen slid his hand around her waist and held her close.

"We are the king and queen of this wonderful society.", he said grandly, obviously holding a sense of pride in said society.

I then realized the decor of the room. It reminded me of ancient Greece, with the ivy leaves slinking around the pillars of the room, and the white toga that Parmen wore. Studying the time period of the ancient Greeks at the academy was amazing. Several different facets composed the culture and society, and it was fascinating to learn about I suppose the olive leaf crowns that he and Sarila wore were a dead giveaway of their connection to Greek heritage.

Parmen grinned at me.

"I'm sure you are excited, are you not?"

I nodded slowly, and his grin widened, if possible.

"We should begin as soon as possible. Please, take a seat."

He sat me down on a nearby chair and then turned to look at Kirk.

"To make sure the control is as successful as possible, there must be the least amount of people in the room. Please, please, you must leave."

Kirk immediately stepped forward.

"I am sorry but we can't just leave her alone." He said calmly.

Parmen seemed torn for a moment before his grin returned, not faltering at Kirk's skeptical tone he had seemed to take on.

"Sarila, please, take Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy out of the room to the visitors quarters."

Bones was about to protest angrily before Parmen held his hand up.

"Mister Spock can stay in the room. Seeing as he is Vulcan, his emotions are better controlled, and therefore will not interfere with the telepathy.", Parmen explained, and Kirk nodded reluctantly.

"Take care of her Spock." Bones muttered under his breath as he and Kirk were escorted out of the room by Sarila. Before I could contemplate his meaning because quite honestly, I was fully capable of taking care of myself, Parmen looked at me intensely.

"Now, I am going to manipulate your vocal cords, so it might...tingle."

He looked at my neck, concentration on his face. At first I didn't feel anything, but soon I did. I felt a buzzy feeling inside my throat, like there were butterflies in it rather than in my stomach. My mouth then opened, without my consent. I could feel it- like words about to come flowing from my mouth and I was going to speak. I felt vibrating excitement in my stomach as I began to mouth a word. I could feel it, I was going to-

One second, I was about to mouth the word that was sitting in my open mouth; the next, I was thrown- no, catapulted- from my chair. I went air borne for a second or two, but who's counting? I landed with a painful thump on the ground, my world spinning before I tried to piece together what had happened. It was like I was a glass cup on a table and someone yanked the cloth from beneath my feet, causing me to tip over and break. I felt a dull ache in my head, and I could feel a bit of warm liquid around it. I knew it wasn't bad; it wasn't much blood. But it was enough to hurt like a bitch.

"Stella!" I heard Spock's voice fill my ears, and I struggled to find where it was coming from. I yanked myself up, to a standing position easily. But it wasn't me. I hadn't controlled myself because if I could, I would still be on the floor, struggling to move through the blurry thoughts in my head.

I was facing Parmen, whose hands were up like a zombie, like he was holding an invisible puppet. A smiled was on his face, but not like the one before. It was malicious, teasing, like he was controlling me, and then it hit me.

He was.

He was telekinetic, how stupid could I be for that to hit me now?

I glanced at Spock, which was standing nearby. Judging by his posture, which was extremely rigid and forced, he was being held in place by Parmen. His eyes met mine, calm and controlled, but I could see emotion- concern, worry, and the stress to concoct a plan quickly- swimming beneath the surface of his eyes.

"Stella, are you alright?" His voice sounded restricted, as if he had to force his voice through a closed passage. I nodded slightly, despite the buzzed feeling in my head as I felt myself losing blood slowly.

Spock turned to face Parmen slowly.

"You betrayed us." he said calmly but tight but Parmen didn't react, "Release us now and Star Fleet can arrange a peaceful negotiation."

Parmen didn't release us, but he did step closer, his head cocked at an angle.

"Now why, why would I do that?"

The next moment, blackness filled my vision, and I hit the ground once again.

I cringed as the light filled my eyes and my head ache returned. I could vaguely hear a buzz of chatter and feel a cool hard surface beneath me. A harsh whisper yanked me from my drowsy state.

"Stella!" I heard the captain's voice in a low, rushed whisper, "Stella, wake up!"

I sat up slowly and saw Kirk, wearing an orange...toga? He had an olive leave crown atop his blonde hair, and his icy blue eyes sparkled less than usual. worry was pulled across his face, and his eyes were glancing around nervously before settling on me.

"Stella, I need you to snap out of it!"

I nodded quickly and he let out a sigh. His hands were in cuffs behind his back, and I could see a tiny cut on his upper cheek bone. He was sitting on the floor next to me, in a disheveled position. The sound of several people talking was slightly overwhelming.

"They have us here, in front of an audience, and they are planning something.", he explained in a quick breath, and I nodded to show him I understood, "Spock and Bones are over there, and Parmen and Sarila are sitting over there. Spock is probably thinking of something right now, so stay-"

I watched in horror as he was thrown across the room in a similar fashion as I before. He landed on the opposite side of the room, and I stood shell shocked as I realized what he meant by audience. A small audience, but enough to cause me to hyperventilate. Men and women, all wearing togas and olive crowns and eating like they were seeing a play or at a sports event. Some were looking at Kirk, like he was the main event of a show that could be laugh at or clapped for. Others were laughing with each other or talking merrily. I would have been extremely angry if not for the fact I was petrified.

"Damnit Stella, clear your head. You got to focus!"

A southern voice took me once again out of my reverie. I whipped around to see Bones, also wearing that ridiculous toga, sitting near me with his hands in shackles. Spock was nearby, his eyes closed. A smile barely poked at my lips when I realized he was wearing a dark blue toga, his chest exposed slightly and an olive leaf crown decorating his dark hair. It was comical to see such a professional man look like he did. However, his normally pristine put together mien was not disheveled and off. He was clearly trying to think, but that was hard. The small room was buzzing with chatter and it was hot and my head was swimming and foggy.

I saw Bones' eyes, filled with worry for the captain as he struggled to stand.

Parmen's voice broke through the chatter and fogginess.

"Welcome, Welcome! Welcome to today's main event!"

I frowned. Were we a show to all of them? Just an event to watch as they ate popcorn like at a theater?

"Please, give a round of applause for our actors and actress in our show!"

He gesture widely to us, and Bones growled. He was more irritated than usual. Scratch that, he was extremely tick off.

"Damnit Spock, got a plan?"

Spock opened his eyes calmly, but said nothing.

"I am currently trying to calculate the odds of them letting us go free or killing us. I cannot devise a suitable plan in the current situation."

Spock looked at me, and then my forehead.

"Lieutenant, you are injured. Are you feeling alright?"

I was not in the mood to try and figure out what emotion had ghosted his face for a moment before he disguised it. I reached up to touch my forehead, feeling the blood that had dried around the wound.

I nodded quickly, glancing down to see if I was injured anywhere else. I cringed inwardly as I took in my...outfit. It was similar to a toga, but I was grateful it fully covered my chest. At least they were kind enough to allow me some of my dignity. My disgust for these people was growing. The outfit was a bit short for my liking, a couple inches shy of my knee. It was a dark purple, with black and silver stitching in it. I saw no more cuts and bruises on my body, so I resumed trying to figure out what was going on.

Parmen raised his hands, and simultaneously, the shackles that bound Bones', Spock's, and Jim's hands fell to the ground. Kirk, still on the opposite side of the room, looked like he was about to strangle whoever came near him. He struggled to keep from punching Parmen, which I also craved to do.

Bones stood up, before offering a hand to me. He pulled me to my feet and steadied me.

"Okay, it looks like we're in a bit of trouble." he muttered sarcastically, and I nodded in agreement. Spock stood up, causing the crowd to erupt into a cheer as we had all stood up. I twitched nervously next to Bones. He seemed more grumpy than usual, but I could see he was nervous. He didn't know what to do.

"Go ahead, Captain. Join your friends and prepare for a splendid show!" Parmen clapped loudly and reclaimed his large throne, with Sarila sitting on the arm as I had seen her do several times. She grinned widely at me, and I fought the urge to slap her face. Her perfect demeanor I had seen in her before had vanished. I felt like I was being constrained by invisible chains and binds.

Kirk jogged over to us, trying to ignore the cheers he heard behind him. His voice was a low whisper.

"Jim, damnit, there treating us like animals! What are we going to do?" Bones growled, and Spock frowned ever so slightly.

"Doctor, it would be wise to remain calm." Spock advised. I nodded in agreement, but no one seemed to notice.

"Okay, I don't think they want to kill us. But we have to think of a plan, quick." Jim's icy eyes were closed in thought, and I didn't have time to think before we were yanked away from Spock and Bones.

What was with these people, can't they just tell us what to do instead of pulling us apart like rag dolls?

I was forced into a military like position, legs and arms straight and my head cocked higher than usual. Kirk was in a similar form, and I heard him struggled to break the control.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, there shall be two teams facing off today! But there is a different set of rules!" Parmen face a confused crowd. Obviously they didn't know as much as we did. I was just curious about what the rules usually were. And what game they applied to. Parmen continued.

"There shall be no weapons being used today!", the crowd made a collective sound of disappointment, "but there shall be an interesting brawl indeed!" Parmen turned to face Kirk and I.

"Team one! Captain Kirk and Stella!"

Against my will, my hand slipped into Kirk's and was raised above our heads. I could feel my heart begin to beat almost painfully in nervousness, and I fought hard to keep my head clear so I could think. But it was becoming increasingly hard to do.

Parmen then turned to Spock and Bone's, and they performed a similar gesture. I became angrier and angrier as they clapped. We were just entertainment! Like they didn't even see us actual people! I was struggling between what to feel, nervousness, anxiety, anger, fear. They were jumbled up in a ball, confusing me.

"Let the fight," This time it was Sarila's voice, a low sultry voice dripping with and over sweet tone, "Begin!"

I didn't have even a second to process what that mean when Spock stepped forward, clearly without his control. His jaw was clenched, and soon he was standing about a foot away from the captain and I.

"Captain, I do not have control over my body. I do not know if-"

Spock was cut off by his fist connecting with Jim's face. I covered my mouth in horror as he wrestled Kirk to the ground. Jim struggled against his grip as I looked on in petrified. I immediately crouched down and tried to wrestle between them.

Spock grunted as he continued to struggle against Jim.

"Stella, I advise you to get away." His voice was strained as he wrestled Jim. "I cannot control myself and I do not wish to hurt you."

I shook my head, ignoring Spock's order. I was about to pull Spock away when Kirk stopped me.

"I can handle this Stella. Just,"

He grabbed Spock's shoulder, "just stay as far away from us as possible!"

I relented, standing up and backing away. I was helpless, I couldn't do anything. As Spock and Jim continued wrestle against each other, I looked to McCoy, who met my gaze.

I ran over to him, but he held his hand up.

"Stella, wait, don't-!" His fist connected with my face, right below my eye. I staggered backwards, almost falling but managed to steady myself before a wave of nausea hit me.

My face pulsed and I could already feel it swelling. I tried to fight off the pain but it was overwhelming, and I saw spots fly across my vision.

McCoy's face was angry, but not at me. He was clearly mad at Parmen, for making him do that, and himself, for not being strong enough to stop.

"Damnit, Stella, I can't control it!" His brown eyes were full of anger and I shook my head. The real worry came from when I turned around to see Spock in front of me, and a very unconscious Jim a few feet away, slumped against the wall. I swallowed.

"And Stella is the last remaining member of her team! Who shall she face off against?" Parmen laughed gleefully as the crowd cheered. McCoy growled, his voice gaining volume as he spoke.

"Spock, we have to do something. Or Stella is going to get-!"

Okay, I'm going to take a quick second to explain just how pissed I was for them interrupting us every single damn sentence.

McCoy landed with a sickening crash on the ground.

"Doctor McCoy!" Spock called out, still looking strained from the unwelcomed control on his body. I felt my body shake, with fear or nervousness, I had no idea. Doctor McCoy didn't move, and I felt my heart stop, freezing my blood. I wanted to speak out, call to him, but nothing came out. I opened my mouth to speak, but as usual, it was empty. I turned around to Spock and signed as quickly as I could.

Is he alright? He can't be dead, please he's alive?

My signing was sloppy and hard to read, and I was sure Spock wouldn't be able to read what motions my hand had made.

Spock watched. He seemed to have understood my hands, for he nodded slowly, his eyes going behind me and looking at Bones. I did the same and the tension dissipated when I saw his tanned hand twitch and his fingers clench slightly. I exhale loudly, relief flooding through me. He wasn't dead, he wasn't dead. I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Whoops, it seems like I was a bit too playful with our competitors!" Parmen laughed, and the crowd joined in. He had done this. I fisted my palm, suddenly so infuriated I thought I would lose control and rip the eye brows off his smug face.

"Lieutenant, remain calm."

I heard Spock chide, his sooth voice like an ice cube for my thoughts. But it didn't do a lot, for I still felt rage and fear sit beneath the surface of my thoughts.

Parmen turn to face Spock and I.

"Down to the final two, are we? This is the most fun of all, isn't it?"

The crowd erupted into a cheer, deafening almost for such a small bank of people. I swallowed again. Spock was strong. Maybe they would let him be easier with me? Like, not beat me to a pulp or knock me out like he had to Jim? Spock glared at Parmen, his dark eyes dangerous.

Spock was suddenly thrown towards me like a rag doll, landing on me like a ton of bricks. He let out a grunt of pain as our heads bounced against each other, pain once again erupting in my forehead.

His chest was pushed against mine, and I swallowed thickly. He was straddling me forcefully, and I writhed under him, discomfort from my previous injuries surfacing in an explosion of dizzying pain. I opened my mouth to speak again, but nothing came out. His normally straight bangs were ruffled and his dirt was smudged on his lower cheek.

"I am sorry Lieutenant, but I cannot control my body's actions." His eyes met mine and I spied the cut above his lips. He seemed to wince as the pressure between our bodies increased. I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to hyperventilate.

I was stuck between a concrete floor and my first commander. And I couldn't decide which hurt more, my forehead or my cheek. It was an awkward situation, probably the most awkward one I had been in since I had walked in on Gaila and a fellow crew doing things I wish I could purge from my mine with bleach.

Suddenly, the gap between our faces lessened decreased a centimeter, and I realized how hard Spock was fighting against Parmen's telekinesis.

"Lieutenant, I do not know how much longer I can fight against his ability. You must understand, I cannot control my body." He rasped, his struggling voice centimeters away from me.

I nodded the barest bit, my eyes widening as he got closer, close enough for me to feel his panting breath on my cheek. I felt him, his chest against mine, his legs holding mine between him, his mouth so close it was like I could steal his words and make them come from my own lips.

For the thousandth time that day, I had no idea what was happening. I was torn away from Spock, or rather, he was torn from me, and the sound of phasers being shot filled my pounding head. Screaming, screaming everywhere, from all different directions that bounced around my skull.

I was yanked up by a rough arm, pulling me to my weak feet and tugging me. It was almost like an out of body experience, except I was in my body, trapped in it. I remembered falling back to the ground, struggling to stand, and a firm hand still guiding me. Shortly after the gold flashes filled my vision, the whole world shut off like a light bulb being shot by a gun.

Okay so there you have it! The next chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it, and the change of pace with some action. There will be more action and fighting in the future, so just wait if your into that stuff. Please review and rate, seriously, I need the feed back. As an aspiring writer, the feed back would be the best thing in the world for me right now! Especially if you aren't happy with the way I am writing the characters. I really hope I am portraying them in the right way.

If you don't know where the last line (about shooting the light bulb with a gun) it was from a sketch that cracked me up.

Thanks so much!