#thefallenmutineer

Away missions were generally his least favorite experience. He was forced to leave the ship which was statistically more dangerous than staying on the ship. He was forced to wear that ugly bulky EV suit or the tactical vest. Heavy, stupid tactical gear, a scientist shouldn’t need to wear that, a scientist shouldn’t need to be trained on 12 various ways to use a single phaser. He knew how to use his foraging knife, shouldn’t that be enough? 

Spock rarely left his quarters on the transport ship that was taking him to Earth. He was spending much of his time in meditation, when that was possible. When it was not, he studied what he thought might be necessary to prepare for Starfleet Academy. He had already been in contact with administrators at the Academy who assured him that he could finish an accelerated program in two years, given that he had already completed advanced studies on Vulcan. His concerns were less academic and more social. 

He’d visited Earth before, to meet the family of his mother. They had not liked him, and they did not keep contact with him afterwards. He did not wish to repeat that situation when he went to Earth this time, even with strangers.

He had been reading the history of the city San Francisco when he received an alert he was receiving a holographic transmission. He paused for a moment before checking the source of the transmission. It was his mother’s signature.

Something twisted inside of him. She was the only person on Vulcan that he had regretted leaving behind. He was not prepared to see her face again, but he could not ignore her call. He took a deep breath and accepted the transmission.

The person who appeared in front of him was not his mother. He narrowed his eyes and straightened his back, immediately defensive.

            If Michael is calling a day weird, Tilly wonders just how bad things must be. After all, she can’t recall the last time they had a normal day, if such a thing even exists. Sometime back before the spore drive was operational, maybe, life had been normal. But no, that’s as much nonsense as anything else. Tilly decides she doesn’t believe in normal days.

            ❛ I mean, weird by what standard? Like, are we talking ‘weird universes where we’re all our worst nightmares’ weird, or are we talking ‘drank too many expressos in the morning and aren’t really sure what’s real anymore’ weird? ❜    Okay, okay, so she might have a slightly skewed definition of weird, and it says a lot that this is her sliding scale.

        Glancing up at the Chronometer on the wall in his office, Leonard thumbs the off-button on his data PADD, sleeping the screen and rising from his seat. Scheduled quarterly physicals begin at 1300 hours, most of which will be handled by his capable team of nurses. But there are a few first-timers on this week's list, recent transfers or promoted cadets. And among them, a short-list of patients that Leonard would like to get a closer look at, either because he's flagged something in their medical charts or because his inherent curiosity urges him to learn more about their needs. 

         Of those distinctions, Science Officer Micheal Burnham is all of the above. 

        The woman's medical reports read like a book torn in half, half-written and sparse, as if the entire first half of her life was never recorded (perhaps never even existed). The furthest back any notes or treatment results appear align with a strange lab accident, wherein the young woman appears to have been harmed. No, McCoy corrects himself as he reviews the documented symptoms, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth. Not harmed.... Changed. 

         Burnham is human... at the cellular level, anyway. But her biology demonstrates characteristics far beyond that of an (un-enhanced) homosapien. Just reading the indicators on her eval tests sends a sharp jolt through Leonard, a sense-memory of alarm. Mysterious medical records and unnatural abilities.... it all reminds him a bit too much of Khan. 

        But, all the same, Micheal is crew. And as such, she's McCoy's responsibility. Spock seems to trust her presence aboard the Enterprise, and Len knows the Vulcan is even more suspicious of anomalies than he is. If the Commander is willing to vouch for her, he can give her the benefit of the doubt. 

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         “...Are you taking his side against me??” Leonard’s tone just blew past incredulous and is quickly approaching outraged. “---  Really??”