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Warning: Trigger Warnings (same warnings from part 1)
This is the second chapter in my longer Spock x Laâan story.
Laâan quickly got changed into a new uniform after sheâd read the message. Sheâd tried to trace it but the messenger had been prepared and had taken steps to hide the location of where the message had come from. Truthfully, Laâan didnât want to think about it anymore given its implications. Perhaps it meant the assailant would come after her next, or intended to attack others of the crew, or perhaps it was simply psychological warfare designed to throw her off balance.
Laâan brushed all those thoughts from her head as she met up with Spock at the crew lounge. Security had blocked off the room and the corridors for her and Spock to investigate and the crew present at the time of the attack were all secured and being questioned by security.
âLieutenant.â Spock asked in a low voice. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine Spock.â Laâan lied putting up her professional mask as they both walked together into the crew lounge and beyond it into the maintenance tunnels where Jenna had been attacked. Power had been restored to the deck so most of the lights in the tunnel were on though some still flickered.
The pair stopped right in front of the formally busted relay, now recently repaired. âThis was the relay LT Mitchell was assigned to repair by Hemmer.â
Laâan nodded silently as she observed the relay. Her eyes stopped at a dried blood stain just at eye level. âAnd the location where Jenna was first attacked.â
âIndeed.â Spock replied. âThough she was found deeper down the hallway by LT Kirk. Why do you suppose that would be if she was attacked here.â
âMaybe she tried to escape, and her attacker caught up to her deeper down the hallway.â Laâan theorized.
âWould she not have run in the direction of the crew lounge then?â Spock countered causing Laâan to stop and think.
She hated to admit that Spock was right. Jenna had run deeper into the corridors and away from help. The smart choice shouldâve to run in the nearest direction of help. Laâan could see Jenna having panicked and just run off without thinking but it still didnât make sense.
Laâan walked down the hallway to the location Sam Kirk had pointed to her as the location to where heâd found Jenna. When they arrived, they found the location hadnât been disturbed since Pike, Sam and Chapel had rescued Jenna and rushed her to sickbay. Laâan felt a knot in her throat as feelings of both revulsion and rage filled her heart.
The floor was covered in a mess of what was left of Jennaâs uniform. Laâan observed the damage finding mostly ripped off pieces of Jennaâs red uniform top and black undershirt. Sheâd also took notice large pieces that Laâan theorized were the remains of Jennaâs pants. But one item brought sadness to Laâanâs heart. Under the tattered shift remains was Jennaâs Starfleet badge. The badge had bene dented in the struggled and looked like a shadow of its former self. The badge had meant many things to so many people. For many it was a promise of protection. A promise, Laâan bitterly admitted had failed to protect her friend.
Looking up from the mess on the floor, Laâan could see Spock scanning the wall and floor where a significant trail of dried blood was affixed. âThis was the location where Jenna was⌠raped.â Spock croaked out clearly finding it hard to say the words out loud.
âThis attack was vicious.â Laâan mumbled. âWhy would someone commit such a horrid act?â
âIndeed.â Spock replied. âIt is hard to imagine a member of the crew committing an act like this. The entirety of our crew is the best of Starfleet. For one of them to commit such an act, it is⌠illogical.â
Laâan wanted to yell at him. An assault like this was more than illogical, it was damn evil. But she kept her temper in check. Sheâd noticed Spockâs own reactions to the news of Jennaâs rape. While his reactions had been muted, she knew he cared and that he also shared the revulsion she felt. He just didnât always show it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Spock calling her over to him. Spock bent down and reached under one of the relays to find the remains of a tricorder, most likely Jennaâs. Spock stood up while silently observing the screen. He wordlessly gave the device to her.
Laâan silently observed the device. The screen was cracked and obviously broken but the deviceâs screen still displayed the last task itâd been running.
âSCANNED OBJECT: DAMAGED RELAYâ
"ANALYSIS: DAMAGE NOT CONSISTENT WITH OVERBLOWN FUSES. 95% LIKELYHOOD DAMAGE CAUSED BY DIRECT PHASER FIRE.â
Laâan breath hitched in concern. âSpock, I think Jennaâs assault was premeditated.â
âI concur.â Spock agreed giving her nod. âOur assailant likely damaged the relays in order to lure out their victim.â
âBut was Jenna the actual target or just a convenient victim?â Laâan asked.
âIt is difficult to say with certainty.â Spock answered. âOutside of Hemmer, few officer would have foreknowledge that a specific officer was assigned to the repair detail. The attacker couldâve just been looking for a victim but not a specific crewmember in particular.â
âUnless they were waiting for Jenna to be alone.â Laâan countered. âWeâve been having power issues across the ship. Given that this relay was sabotaged, could others have been as well?â
Spock was following her logic. âThe attacker would not have known who would have been assigned until they arrived. Perhaps they sabotaged relays in the hopes of luring LT Mitchell into a place where she would be alone and vulnerable.â
Spock continued. âBut this is still speculation at this point. We still do not have any great deal of information on this case, let alone a suspect or motive.â
âThen we should speak to Jenna.â Laâan announced.
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When the pair had arrived in sick bay, theyâd discovered that Jenna had regained consciousness and was currently awake. Though Nurse Chapel and Dr MâBenga were reluctant to allow the two to speak to her.
Chapel had bene the most insistent. âSheâs still processing what happened to her and I really donât think its fully sunk in yet.â
âWe understand your concerns Nurse Chapel but LT Mitchell could possibly possess critical information to help our investigation and catch her assailant.â Spock replied diplomatically.
âShe doesnât remember much of anything.â MâBenga jumped in. âShe took two successive strikes to her head. Her memory is foggy at best. And to be honest, I donât think she wants to remember it anyways.â
âLook, I know Jenna.â Laâan added. âSheâs tough and I know she can help up.â
Chapel shot back. âShe woke up screaming less than an hour ago. We had to administer a lot of anesthetics just to calm her down enough for treatment.â
âNurse Cha⌠Christine.â Laâan softened. âI want to help her. I donât want to cause her more pain, but we all need to know who her attacker was.â
Nurse Chapel sighed, having lost her resolve. âAlright, but please be gentle with her.â
Spock put his hand on Laâan shoulder. âPerhaps it would be best of you were to question her alone.â
Dr MâBenga nodded. âI concur. Mr Spock, perhaps I can show you the DNA evidence we uncovered during our examination and treatment.â
The two men walked away as Nurse Chapel and Laâan walked over to the private medical booth, the booth that had previously held the Doctorâs daughter. Chapel went in first gently speaking to Jenna before gesturing Laâan to enter.
Laâan had tried to mentally prepare herself for seeing her friend, but it still hit her hard. Jenna was laying slightly elevated on the bio bed, her tattered uniforms having been exchanged for soft grey shirt and sweatpants, the common patient attire aboard ship. On what little skin Jenna had exposed, Laâan could see several medical bandages, deep cuts and bruises. Furthermore, Jennaâs right arm was in a sling, the clear indication a bone in her arm had been badly broken.
Laâan quickly noticed Jena shy away as she pulled the blanket closer as if trying to hide under it. âPlease donâtâŚâ Jenna whispered.
Laâan shook off her stunned look. âIâm so sorry.â She whispered. âHow are you doing?â
Jenna just shook her head and didnât say a word. Chapel then spoke. âJenna, Laâan wants to ask you some questions. Now you donât have to answer them if you donât want to and if at any point you want this to stop, let me know.â
Jenna still pulled the blanket closer to her chest but her grip on it relaxed. She quickly nodded to Laâan.
Laâan took the nod as her cue to begin. âJenna what can you tell me about what happened?â
âI was in the maintenance hallways repairing a broken relay. I remember fixing the relay and I was about to turn the power back on when my tricorder beeped at me. I went to took look at but right thenâŚâ Jenna stated her story but paused as her breath tightened. âSomeone attacked me from behind. I tried to fight back but⌠I couldnât.â Jennaâs last sentence barely came out as her voice cracked.
Laâan carefully thought through her words before she said them aloud. âWhat do you remember, about your attacker?â
Jenna shook her head quickly. âI donât remember! I never saw them. They came out of nowhere and it was so dark! And when I hit them with the tool I grabbed, it was if it just made them angrierâŚâ
Laâan had heard the words sent her mind forward. âYou managed to hit them!?â She said louder than sheâd anticipated.â
âWhat tool did you hit them with? Howâd you manage to get the drop on them?â Laâan began bombarding her with questions.
It only took Laâan a moment to realize sheâd gone too far. Jenna quickly began hyperventilating and mumbling out a bunch of mixed words and chopped sentences.
Nurse Chapel quickly stepped in. âItâs ok! Itâs ok! Your safe now. Youâre not alone with them anymore. Yourâe with us and youâre safe.â
Nurse Chapel continued to sooth Jenna hoping her words would calm the young woman down. But as Jenna kept hyperventilating, Chapel reached for a hypospray, loaded it and gently injected it into Jennaâs neck. The womanâs panicked words died away as she lapsed back into unconsciousness.
Laâan was about to speak. âNurse Chapel, IâŚâ
But she didnât let her speak. âI think this interview is done now.â She spoke in a tone that left no room for interpretation or debate.
Laâan knew sheâd gone too far. She gave Chapel an apologetic nod and quickly exited the private medical room.
Spock was standing outside waiting for her when Laâan exited. Again, Spock noticed Laâanâs changed attitude. âLaâan, it is clear to me that you are clearly not fine as you state earlier.â
Laâan sighed. She didnât bother hiding it this time. âYouâre right. I pushed Jenna too far in my interview. Nurse Chapel had to step in.â
âIâm sorry.â Spock state sincerely. After a short pause, he continued. âI understand LT Mitchell⌠Jenna is you friend.â
âYeah.â Laâan sighed. âShe was one of the first to help bring me into many of our crewâs fun after work activities. Helped me make a few more friends among the crew. And I repaid that by sending into hyperventilating mess.â
âKnowing you, I doubt you did such an action intentionally.â Spock offered. âYou simply were trying aid her by finding her attacker.â
âBut I got too aggressive.â Laâan replied. âJenna let me know that sheâd managed to hit her assailantâŚâ
Spock then interrupted her. âJenna managed to hit her attacker?â
âYeah.â Laâan stated. âShe mentioned that sheâd grabbed a nearby tool and managed to strike him with it.â
âDid she say what kind of tool?â Spock asked.
âShe didnât get the chance before Chapel put her to sleep.â Laâan answered. âWhy do you ask?â
âLT Kirk mentioned finding a tool that supposedly had blood stains on it before he found Jenna. But no one else was able to find that tool.â Spock provided.
Laâanâs eyes went wide. âIf both my security team and the two of us couldnât find it, maybe her attacker came back and took it before we could!â
âThe attacker may still have the tool.â Spock said. âThey mustâve been someone with access to enter the maintenance tunnels. If we review the records, we might be able to narrow our search down.
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By now, the news about the attack on LT Mitchell had spread to the crew. Many crew had been present at the crew lounge when the Captain and emerged with an unconscious Jenna in his arms shouting for everyone to make a path. Those present had told their friends and by now, the entire crew knew what had happened even without an official announcement by the command crew.
Since the news had spread, the tension aboard ship had risen to a pitch. Starfleet was hardly a place where crime ran rampant and not the place where sexual assaults happened. Plus, for a such an act to occur on the flagship, the pride of the fleet, it was completely unheard of.
The crewâs interactions had also become more tense. Interactions between departments were more intense and lacked the same zest that they normally did. Many of the younger crew even formed their own unofficial squads. These âsquadsâ often spent most of their time together when off duty and theyâd always insist on ensuring no teammate was walking alone in the corridors.
Ensign Zier had managed to join her own squad with three other ensigns. She, Christina, Shankar and Lance had all formed their own little group. Right now she and her squad, san Christina were all in the lounge nursing drinks after their shift ended.
The group had been quiet for most of the time theyâd been plump down at one of the tables. Finally, Lance managed to ask a question. âHear anything about Mitchell, Zier?â
âYou do know this blue uniform isnât a medical one, right?â Zier joked.
Lance smiled back at the good-natured jab. âI know. But youâre always going down to Sick Bay to drop off or pick up experiments.â
âPlus, youâre always working with Nurse Chapel too.â Shankar added. âSurely you mustâve heard something.â
âYouâre one to ask.â Zier chuckled. âArenât you a Comms officer? Isnât hearing things your job?â
Shankar scoffed. âTouchĂŠ, but no. All I know is what you both probably already know. That Spock and Laâan were assigned to the position of investigating this case. As far as I know they checked the maintenance hallways looking for evidence and they might be interrogating some crew soon.â
âHave they spoken to LT Mitchell yet?â Lance asked. âIs she even awake?â
Zierâs smile disappeared. âI think so.â She gestured the two men to get closer. âEarlier today I was dropping off some samples at Sick Bay when I noticed Spock talking with the Doctor.â
âWhat were they discussingâ Shankar asked.
âI donât know but Doc didnât let me stick around long.â Zier admitted. âI⌠I mightâve overheard when Jenna first woke upâŚâ
The two men leaned in closer, their minds both enthralled and terrified for the story their friend was telling. âI heard a lot of noise before Spock showed up⌠Guys, when she woke up, she was screaming so loud I could hear it from outside Sick Bay⌠It was scaryâŚâ
Lance put his arm on Zierâs shoulder and gave it a soft rub. Zier gave him a small smile in thanks. She then got up from her seat. âWell I should probably go wake up Christina for her shift on the bride.â
âWeâll come with you.â Shankar said and he and Lance got up and followed Zier out of the lounge.
When the group arrived at Zier and Christinaâs shred quarters, they found the room pitch black. Zier was somewhat surprised by this. Christina was usually up by now and getting ready for her shift or sheâd already left. Instead, a figure was lying face down on the bed, her body covered in the sheets and comforter on her bed.
âCome on Christina.â Zier yawned as she tried to coax her friend awake. But Christina wouldnât budge.
Sighing, Zier ordered the computer to turn on the lights hoping that would rouse her friend but just like a minute ago, Christina still lay motionless on the bed.
Zier sighed even louder and grabbed the comforter and proceeded to yank it off the bed. âCome on Christina, sleeping in wonât make you shift go byâŚâ
But Zierâs words were caught in her mouth as she observed the sight before her. With the comforter removed and the lights on, Christinaâs state was plain to them all. Her nightgown had been torn open and her back was marred in scratches, bruises and cuts. Plus, a pool of blood of blood had formed and dried on the bed at around knee level.
âHelp me!â Zier screamed to her friends. The two men rushed to their friendâs side as they turned her onto her back.
Lance put his hand on her neck and listened for breathing. âShe still has a pulse! But her breath is shallowâŚâ
âGet help now!â Zier screamed as she began administering CPR.
Shankar quickly went to the communicator on the wall panel. âMedical emergency on deck 6!â
Zier continued to administer CPR till Christina took a deep breath and began coughing. Zier and Lance tried to help her turn to her side so she could breathe but she resisted. Christina, her eyes closed began thrashing against them both screaming bloody murder.
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Back in Laâanâs quarters, she was preparing herself for the next phase of the investigation when a message came onto her screen.
When she checked it, she quickly realized it was from the same anonymous sender who sent the first message after Jenna had been attacked. Just like before, the message sender had disguised the location of where the message was sent from.
She took a deep breath and opened the message. Like before, the message was on a repeated loop using the same broken computerized voice as before. âThatâs two. They got their due. But thereâs more to pursue. When Iâm through, maybe I come from you.â
Laâan took a gulp at the speakerâs words. Truthfully, Laâan wasnât scared of someone coming after her. After Spock, she was probably the best fighter on the ship. Hell, she wanted this guy to come after her. Better her than the crew.
But that was what the attacker had done. Gone after the crew. If the attackerâs words were to be believed, then another crewmember had suffered just as Jenna had. Laâan took off out of her room and sprinted down the hall raising her communicator and contacting Spock.
WARNING: Possible Triggering Content in this Story
So Iâve had this idea for a multi part Laâan/Spock story for a minute and Iâve now decided to write it out. FYI this story will be dark and might contain content thatâs triggering for some people so just be warned.
Jenna Mitchell usually liked the calmer missions. They gave her time to catch up on her reading and they werenât getting shot at, boarded or drawn into complex drama. But the quiet ones always came with a catch. Usually that catch was boredom or a surprise shooting battle at the worst time. Today it was worse though. Power was fluctuating across the ship, internal sensors were down across entire decks and engineering was having a hard time keeping up with all the malfunctions.
That had translated into two problems for Jenna. First, it meant doing anything on her off hours that required power impossible. The lights would keep going off at the worst moments meaning she couldnât ever enjoy her book. Second, the cascading level of the issue had meant that Chief Hemmer had drafted anyone whoâd scored higher than an 80% on their engineering exams to aide in keeping up with the busted relays. And of course, Jenna had scored an 83% in Engineering which meant sheâd been one of the unlucky draftees.
That was what lead to her to her current predicament. Stuck in the access tubes at 2300 fixing a relay that had knocked out power to the crew lounge. Sheâd been sent there after a mountain of complaints from the crew there had annoyed Hemmer enough to send someone down to fix it.
Sheâd arrived with a tool kit to hear the constant gripes of the crew about spoiled food or drinks without any buzz to them. She silently cursed them as she walked behind the kitchen and climbed the tube into the service tunnel that fed power into that section.
The light was out in that section of the tunnels as she walked around looking for the bad relays. She hoped that she could find the damaged one quickly. Repairing a busted relay or replacing it was a simple job but finding it was often more luck. The damage to the relays sheâd seen hadnât all be done the same way. Sometimes the damaged relays were obvious with sparking and fried wires. Other times the wires looked no different that the good ones and sheâs had to check each relay to find the bad ones, which would take hours.
Today she was lucky though. She saw the broken relay quickly, since the relay was sparking and adding some small illumination to the hallway. Jenna quickly shut off power to the relay. Behind her in the lounge, she could hear the groans and gripes of the crew no doubt annoyed that their lounge was dark on top of not able to serve them food anymore.
With the power offline, she extracted the busted relay from the wall and put it down as she picked up a fresh one from the tool kit. She inserted the new relay into the wall and ran a final check with her scanner to make sure sheâd installed it right before she turned power back on.
The scanner reported that all was good, so she put the scanner on her hip as she prepared to reengage the power. Just then, her scanner beeped loudly causing her heart to skip a beat. She looked at the scanner results.
âSCANNED OBJECT: DAMAGED RELAYâ
"ANALYSIS: DAMAGE NOT CONSISTENT WITH OVERBLOWN FUSES. 95% LIKELYHOOD DAMAGE CAUSED BY DIRECT PHASER FIRE.â
Jenna had to reread the report to make sure sheâd seen what she thought.
âWhat the hell-â Jenna began before she felt something grab her from behind and slam her into the wall. The hit disoriented her and messed with her vision. She then felt herself get thrown again. The second throw caused her shoulder to impact on the hallway before falling to the floor. Jenna thought sheâd felt something break as she tried to recover and crawl away. Her attacker straddled her, pinning her body and head to the ground so she couldnât move nor could she see her attacker.
But one of her arms was still free and close by, was one of the tools in the kit. Using all of her remaining strength she swung the tool and felt the item make contact with what she assumed was her attackers head.
But her attacker barely flinched and within seconds was back on the offensive. Her attacker backhanded her hard cutting her lip in the process. Disoriented, Jenna could barely put up any resistance as her attacker grabbed her neck and lifted her to her knees. With both hands, her attacker slammed her head into the bulkhead, hard.
Jenna was slumped against the bulkhead wall, blood trickling from her head. She could feel the pain in her body numbing as she slowly started to lose consciousness. She started to feel her body move without her input. It took a great deal of energy for her to realize her attacker was dragging her. Eventually the attacker stopped dragging her, leaving her sprawled out on the floor. By now, Jenna ability to remain conscious was waning. The last thing Jenna remembered as her vision went black was a hand raising up her shirt, and the feeling of utter revulsion.
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Captain Pike had just finished his shift on the bridge and had left Ortegas in the Chair while he got some sleep. As he made his way down the hallways to his quarters, he noticed that there was a rather large and angry crowd handing around the crew lounge, which was now in pitch black.
As he marched inside, he saw that some of the crew were using their own flashlights to create some kind of light for the room. He spotted LT Sam Kirk sitting down with Cadet Uhura and Nurse Chapel having a chat.
âHey guys.â Pike smiled as he approached them. All three got up from their seats in a sign of respect. Pike gave them both a hand indicating they could sit back down again. âWhatâs going on?â
âPowerâs been intermittent for a bit now.â Sam answered. âThe complainers finally irritated Hemmer enough that he sent someone down to repair it.â He then gestured to the room. âBut as you can see, they havenât finished yet.â
âYeah.â Pike admitted having figured out where the annoyance was coming from. âWho did Hemmer send.â
âLT Jenna Mitchell sir.â Uhura added.
Pike frowned. Mitchell was competent at repairing relays since sheâd been drafted to help. Plus, she wasnât an egoist. If the job was above her skill level, sheâd have asked for help by now.
âShe has been down there a minute, hasnât she?â Chapel added. âWhat could be taking so long?â
âHow long has she been down there?â Pike asked.
Sam looked at his watch and frowned too. âOver an hour.â
The four officers all shared a look of concern. âMaybe we should check on her?â Uhura offered. âMake sure sheâs good?â
âOfficer thinking Cadet.â Pike smiled. The group got up from their seats and went to the back room where the access tube was.
Pike pressed the button to the hatch only to find it wouldnât respond. He gestured to Sam as both men pulled on opposite ends to the door leading into the service hall, finally opening it up.
By now, the crowd had gotten angry. âWill someone light a fire under that dumbass engineering sent to fix this place?â Someone had whined out.
Christine and Uhura both nodded heads at each other and went into straight crisis management mode. âHey, take a breath guy.â Chapel began. âWeâre all have the same goals here. Fix the problem so life goes back to normal. Yelling at a fellow officer wonât get it done faster.â
âPlus, I know the officer they sent.â Uhura added. âif itâs taken this long it must be a serious issue. Iâm sure sheâs doing her best.â
Pike nodded back at Chapel, smiling at her skill as defusing situations. He and Sam headed into the hallway confident that Chapel and Uhura could hold the masses at bay till they found out what had happened.
The pair walked into the hallway until they found Jennaâs toolbox on the ground. âWell, this must be the relay she was working on.â Pike state.
âLooks finished too.â Sam remarked as he pulled up the damaged relay sheâd removed. âSo why didnât she turn the power back on?â Sam pointed to the nearby relay that had been turned off.
Pike rubbed his chin in confusion. âNot sureâŚâ Pike started observing the relay closer, trying to see if there was something in it that might explain where Jenna was. âIâd say she went to repair another relay but the why did she leave her tool bag?â
âSirâŚâ Sam said softly pointing to a section of the wall. When Pike looked there, he saw something that made his tension rise. Right on the wall at eye level was a red stain. He put his fingers up to it feeling the soft liquid. He could tell instantly the liquid was blood⌠human blood.
The pair silently turned down the corridor raising their lights to shine a path down the dark passage. Nearing a corner that led into two separate paths, the pair each decided to take a different direction and remaining at full alert.
Sam had gone left and was shining his light down the hallway when he noticed something out of place. Hidden hastily in the wall panels was a tool Sam recognized as one belonging to an engineerâs kit, but this tool had blood on its head. Sam was eyeing the tool when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. It took him a second to comprehend that what he saw was indeed the truth and not a nightmare. It was Jenna.
She was lying flat on the floor, unconscious. Samâs cursory examination informed him that she had been attacked. Her uniform was in tatters and barely hanging off her body, having been torn in several places exposing large portions of her chest, back, hips and legs. In each location where her skin was exposed, her skin was marred with scrapes and bruises. Finally, her head had a terrible gash on the back and side covered in dried blood and there were thick bruises on her neck.
âChris!â Sam yelled down the hallway. âI found her!â
Chris sped down the hallway less than a minute later. He too stopped in his tracks when he saw what Sam had. âShe barely has a pulse.â Sam breathed out.
âMEDIC!â Pike screamed down the hall at the top of his lungs.
The two men rolled Jenna onto her back searching for signs of life-threatening injuries. They had just finished examining her when Chapel showed up, clearly having sprinted the whole way there. Chapel took quick stock of the situation and got to work assessing the wounded officer.
She dropped her head down by Jennaâs head to try and hear her breathing then moved her hands along the wounded officerâs body. âAirways not obstructed. No signs of major bleeding. But this head wound worries me. We need to get her to sick bay.â
âThe malfunctions have been messing with the transporter.â Sam admitted. âWeâll need to take her straight there.â
âSam, run ahead and see if you can find something we can cover her with.â Chapel ordered, hoping to ensure they could protect her modesty as well.
Sam nodded and sprinted off while Pike pulled out his communicator. âPike to Bridge. Send security personnel to lock down the crew lounge and all routes into the service hatch on that level.â
âYes sir.â Ortegas replied, her voice not hiding the shock of the request.
Sam was back within a minute with a blanket that had been draped over one of the couches in the lounge. Chapel quickly covered Mitchellâs unconscious body with the blanket and secured it to her so whoever carried her wouldnât trip.
Pike then gave his comms to Chapel as he gently lifted Jennaâs unconscious body up, careful to avoid moving her head too much.
âChapel to sick bay.â Chapel called into the comms. âWeâre got a seriously injured crewman on deck 3. Head trauma, significant lacerations and blunt force trauma. Weâre coming to you.â
The group exited the service corridor and began a breakneck sprint to sick bay, ignoring the looks of shock in the crew as they ran by.
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Spock and Laâan were together aboard the shuttle Galileo as it made its final approach to the Enterprise. The pair had been off ship aiding a Federation outpost in getting their defense grid established by helping them work through several bugs that had caused the grid to short out.
âLast time I agree to help anyone set up defense grids.â Laâan groaned, her impatience with their completed mission evident.
âPerhaps next time we take part in such an operation we will remember to ask the staff how many experiments they are running and how much power they are draining from the grid.â Spock replied back.
âNext time?â Laâan gasped. âOh no. I am never taking part in any mission where I have to teach officers whoâve never even held a phaser how to set up remote phase cannon turrets and shield generators.â
âYou are the shipâs chief of security.â Spock pointed out. âIs there anyone else on the ship with you knowledge of weapons and defensive systems?â
âYou know you couldâve set the whole grid up by yourself.â Laâan offered.
âPerhaps.â Spock stated âBut Captain Pike does not like sending officers out alone on away missions. If you refused to accompany me. The Captain wouldâve insisted I travel with LT Ortegas or perhaps even Nurse Chapel.â
The thought of Spock flying off alone with Christine Chapel sent a feeling Laâan couldnât describe into her head. Since their mind meld when facing the Gorn, Spock had been on the forefront of her mind more often than she liked to admit.
She was pulled from her thoughts when Spock spoke. âCurious. We have been within range of Enterprise for several minutes now and they have yet to respond to my hails.â
Laâan immediately adopted a serious expression. The crew was usually on top of their game and not responding once in range was red flag in Laâan mind. Sheâd hoped theyâd just caught Uhura or Christina asleep at the comms but she knew that was wishful thinking.
Spock reached out on comms again and this time he got a response. Before he could even speak, a hard voice came through. âShuttlecraft Galileo, proceed to docking immediately. LTs Spock and Noonien-Singh, proceed to sickbay upon arrival.â
The pair looked at each with similar expressions of confusion before they piloted the shuttle into the docking bay.
Once on board, the pair had rushed to sickbay to find Captain Pike, Nurse Chapel and Doctor MâBenga huddled around engaged in a deep and tense conversation. In the back, Spock could see that one of the private patient suites was active and likely occupied.
âCaptain.â Spock announced himself as he and Laâan came to a stop by the group.
âSpock, Laâan.â Pike sighed, his voice tight with tension and grief. Spock recognized this as the same tension that dominated his mind whenever theyâd learned about the loss of crewman. âWeâve got a serious situation here, one that is going to shake the crew when the scuttlebutt gets loose. LT Mitchell⌠Jenna⌠She was raped.â
Both Laâan and Spock, though normally stoic and hard individuals were shaken by this announcement. While outwardly, they appeared only slightly more tense than usual, those who knew the two officers could see the tension, anger and sadness displayed in their subtle actions. Spock, who normally stood at perfect parade rest started shuffling on his feet and the clasp hands behind his back had tightened. Laâan meanwhile had balled her hands into fists and her facial muscles tightened as her anger rose to the surface.
âDo we know who was responsible?â Laâan asked, her voice tight in anger, waiting for a target to unleash it on.
âNo.â Doctor MâBenga whispered. âShe was brought in unconscious a few hours ago and she has yet to awaken.â
âPlus her attacker didnât leave any DNA behind.â Chapel added.
âWhere did the attack take place?â Spock asked, his focus trying to shift to solving this brutal act.
âThe conduit tunnels that connect to the crew lounge.â Pike answered. âSecurity is currently holding all the entrances to the conduits sealed along with all personnel present at the lounge.â
Laâan looked at Pike seeing where he was going. âSir, are you looking to make us the primary investigators for this case?â
Pike nodded. âWith internal sensors crashing ship wide, I need someone to investigate who is bot someone I trust and had an airtight alibi, which both of you have.â
Pike pulled out his PADD and handed it to Laâan. âThis investigation takes priority over everything LTs.â He explained them. âPass off your other tasks to your teams. The crew wont sleep easy till this case is resolved.â
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Laâan had returned briefly to her quarters in order to change into a fresh uniform and grab a quick cup of coffee before she went right back to work.
As Laâan removed her uniform, her shirt got briefly stuck in her hair as she removed it. In frustration, she slammed the shirt into her couch.
Laâan could already tell this investigation was going to be a hard one. Not because of the difficulty of the case but because how close to home it would strike. Laâan didnât have many friends on the Enterprise but sheâd recently counted Jenna in that list. At first, the two hadnât gotten along. Jenna was always too optimistic for Laâanâs taste but overtime the pair had developed a friendship. As Laâan had started to open herself up to the crew, Jenna had been one of the first to include in group get togethers including those involving Chapel, Ortegas and Nyota. To hear that such a kind soul had been violated in such a horrid way was crushing to her.
But her anger stream was broken was the sound of an incoming message on her console. Not bothering to put on a new shirt over her sports bra, Laâan walked over to the console and pulled up the message.
The message was a repeating spoken sentence, in a voice that sounded like a busted computer. But the words sent a chill down Laâan spine.
âThatâs one. More to come. When Iâm done, I think youâll be fun.â
So after having rewatched Season 1 of Strange New Worlds and the Season 2 Premier, Iâve gotten inspired to write stories based on my ideas of post episodes scenes that I cant get out of my head! So, hereâs my idea based off the Season 2 episode The Broken Circle.
To say Admiral April wasnât pleased with the Enterprise crew when they came back was an understatement. Most of his annoyance was due to the fact that he himself would have to be responsible for handling the disciplinary measures for the crew. Normally a shipâs Captain or First Officer would handle internal discipline for crewmembers who stepped out of line, but Captain Pike was off looking for a lawyer for Una and Spock⌠well Spock was today the cause of the discipline issues.
So here he was, stuck in his office all night trying to come up with an appropriate disciplinary measure for the Enterpriseâs command crew before they returned to Starbase One tomorrow. Initially heâd promised Spock that his only punishment would be his Klingon sized hangover, but recent events had pushed him to consider Admiralâs Mast.
This wasnât the first time the Enterprise and its crew had gone off the reservation or butted heads with official orders and regulations. Plus, with war on the horizon, he needed everyone in the fleet to learn how to work together.
Just then, an idea came to him. April stood up and smile as he keyed the comms. âComputer send a recorded message to LT Spock on the USS Enterprise.â
The computer chirped in acknowledgement, waiting for him to compose his message. âLT Spock, upon arrival at Starbase One, I want to see you and your command crew in my office at 0900 sharp, April Out.â
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When Spock had learned he, Noonien-Singh, Mitchell, Uhura, MâBenga Ortegas had been summoned to speak with the Admiral when they returned to base, it had put him on edge. The admiral had indeed been furious with him when heâd reported back in with his hangover no less, but heâd logically assumed that the hangover would be their only punishment.
And now here they all were, sitting outside the Admiralâs office for several minutes waiting for the proverbial hammer to drop. Each member of the crew was displaying telltale signs of nervousness. Jenna kept fidgeting with her uniform, Erica kept trying to find a comfortable way to sit but couldnât sit still, Nyota kept talking under her breath, Spock theorizing that she was prepping her defense if asked.
Only MâBenga and Laâan didnât display outward signs of concern. MâBengaâs eyes followed each of the nervous crewmembers taking stock of their ticks. Laâan meanwhile sat at attention like she normally did in briefings though he did notice a slight tension in her jaws, something he noticed sheâd displayed more than once during other trying situations. He started wondering why now he was noticing this in her, theorizing that his lack of emotional control might be making him more aware of her.
Before he could theorize further, the Admiralâs aide informed them that the Admiral was ready to see them. The group nervously walked into his office to see Admiral April sitting down by his desk. âPlease sit down.â
They complied silently. The Admiral got up from his chair and circled around to stand right in front of them all. âYouâve all created quite a mess for us to deal with. Somehow in the course of a single day, the six of you managed to disobey my ordersâŚâ Spock bit his lip.
He continued â-fake a warp core breachâ causing Jenna and Nyota to rub their necks in embarrassment.
â-steal a Federation starshipâ Ortegas grimaced.
â⌠And yet somehow you all manage to rescue a member of your own crew and stop a war from breaking out between us and the Klingons.â He finished as the crew waiting with bated breath too concerned to even breath.
After a minute, Spock finally ventured making a remark. âSir as I said before, the responsibility for this event is entirely mineâŚâ
April interrupted him. âAs Captain it is indeed your responsibility however you definitely couldnât steal the Enterprise without help. Everyone here played a role in the events of the past few days.â
He took a breath and grabbed his PADD. âThe Enterprise is the flagship of the fleet and represents the best of Starfleet. But this little stunt isnât the first time the crew has balked Starfleet rules. The Kiley 279 incident, flying into unaligned space without authorization, plus all the complaints Iâm fielding from Operational Support about this crewâs resistance to the technical upgrades.â
The crew all quietly grimaced and shuffled their feet in discomfort. April continued. âIâd like to nick this trend before it becomes a serious issue. So, hereâs whatâs going to happen. All of you here will have your shore leave revoked and youâll spend the rest of your time in space dock taking part in a series of team building exercises.â
April passed his PADD to Spock to read. âThis is a very extensive list sir.â Spock choked out, his dismay evident.
âSir, with all due respect.â Ortegas interjected. âWeâve proven ourselves time and time again. Why do we need to take part in these ridiculous exercises?â
April smiled. âBecause your ability to work with others inside Starfleet is also important. As is your ability to work within the rules. You may not like some of our regulations, but they exist for a reason.â
Laâan raised her hand slowly. âUh⌠sorry donât mean to be that person but why am I involved in this conversation? After all, I didnât actually steal the EnterpriseâŚâ
âBut you have been gone from the fleet for months now. Consider this a chance to help reintegrate yourself back into fleet life.â April replied before turning to everyone.
âSir if I may.â Spock added. âWhen we spoke, you state our only punishment would be my hangover. What may I ask changed your mind?
âOh this isnât punishment Mr. Spock.â April countered. âThis is a team building exercise intended to help this crew work better together within Starfleet regulations.â
âI fail to see the distinction.â Spock admitted.
April then sighed. âYouâre all dismissed.â
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Spock had been correct in his initial statement that the team building event was quite extensive. April had arranged for them to take part in several exercises over the course of the next two weeks. The first of those events being a mindfulness meditation workshop in one of Starbase Oneâs biomes.
The event had proven to be a complete failure. Spock had found the event completely useless since Vulcan had taught him everything he needed to know about meditation. Heâd spent the entire event ignoring the counselorâs words and indeed trying to put himself into his own meditative state. Though the actions of other crew members made that harder.
He was currently sitting in the back alternating between trying to find his own center and observing the actions of the crew.
Ortegas couldnât sit still for very long without having to readjust and move around. Jenna, sitting next to her wasnât doing much better. Spock had observed that Jenna just looked exhausted, and she kept dozing off while trying to center. One time, Ortegas had accidently knocked Jenna on the head while readjusting her seat and had woken up the other officer. Jenna had responded by stealing one of Ortegaâs pillows.
Uhura and MâBenga at least were trying to get something out of it. Spock could see that Uhura had tried to engage in the meditation and had succeeded for a few minutes before it seemed that something and had entered her mind and distracted her. By now, sheâd looked bored. MâBenga had actually been in a meditative trance before heâd been interrupted by Jenna and Ericaâs antics. Annoyed, heâd picked up the book beside his station and smacked both young women on the back of the head eliciting soft owes from both.
His voice just above a whisper but filled with the paternalistic tone heâd no doubt used before. âBehave children.â
His words having an immediate silencing effect on the two women who both silently went back to trying to meditate.
Laâan sitting next to Spock and having just as hard of a time focusing stifled a laugh at the event she just saw. She noticed Spock eyeing her. âSorry.â She whispered.
âDo not worry.â Spock replied. âMy focus is not on my meditation.â
âSo where was it?â Laâan asked.
âI must admit my focus was on returning to duty on Enterprise.â Spock admitted.
âAlways the workaholic.â Laâan smiled.
âNot exactly what I meant.â Spock admitted.
âOh?â Laâan asked, intrigued by Spockâs admission as well as the fact that heâd offered this up so freely.
âI must admit, seeing you back with us now fills me with hope.â Spock said.
âHope for whatâ Laâan asked?
âMy time on the Enterprise has been very⌠agreeable. And while at times the crew can be exasperating.â He nodded his head in the direction of Ortegas and Mitchell who had gone back to their antics though slightly quieter than normal. âI would not have it any other way.â
Laâan smiled. âSpock are you saying that you missed me?â She smirked and moved her hand from her spot to rest on Spockâs leg.
Spock tensed up a bit before responding. âI supposed I did.â
Just then the bell rang indicating that the session was over and the crew was released for the day.
âOh thank God.â Ortegas remarked as she quickly stood up.
âI donât know about you guys but I could definitely use a drink.â Jenna admitted as Erica nodded emphatically in agreement.
MâBenga smirked his voice dripping with sarcasm. âMr Spock Iâm not sure if these two should even be considered old enough to drink. What with them acting like five year-olds all day.â
The two women looked between each other. âFirst rounds on us?â Erica offered.
Everyone smiled as Nyota commented. âSounds like a plan to me. Would you like to join us sir?â Nyota turned to Spock.
âMe?â Spock asked, surprised to be getting an offer to socialize with the crew.
âYeah, I mean we all stole a ship together. Creates a bond.â Nyota smiled.
âPlus, we can workshop your captainâs chair thing.â Erica added as everyone began walking out of the biome and towards the bar.
âWhat is wrong with my thing?â Spock asked.
âNothing at all.â Jenna admitted. âBut it could always use some improvement.â
âSpock has a thing now?â Laâan asked shuffling closer to the science officer. âLike how Chris always says Hit It?â
âOh yeah.â Nyota said stifling a laugh.
âThis I got to hear.â Laâan smiled.
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The 602 Club crowd had arrived in force just before the Enterprise crew arrived. The music was blasting through the club with patrons dancing on the floor, huddle around the bar for a drink or sitting down at a booth.
The crew had taken the time to change into more appropriate club attire before regrouping at the bar that night. Now they were all sitting down at a booth at an elevate level that oversaw the dance floor. Erica was the last to arrive with two very large bottles of something Erica only referred to as liquid courage.
Spock had initially resisted the drink when it was passed to him, his mind still remembering the hangover from Cajitar Four. Though Laâan coaxing convinced him to just nurse the drink for the night.
The night had gone off quite well. Christine had stopped by to pay homage to those in the Admiralâs Doghouse as she called it. The girls had all gone out onto the dance floor a few times to dance the night away. During some of the slower songs, Erica and Christine had gone out to the dance floor together. Uhura had taken those times to ask MâBenga if he could show her how to dance as well. Heâd graciously done so much like how a father might teach a daughter before her first dance. Jenna had spent most of time going back and forth from the bar getting everyoneâs drinks. Sheâd been offered to dance with others but had politely declined stating that she wasnât a great dancer.
Spock had sympathized with her and had stayed at the booth most of the night watching the rest of the crew have their fun. That was until Laâan had dragged him out to the dance floor. Spock had tried to refuse but the alcohol had dulled his resistance.
The pair got on the dance floor as the next song, a romantic one played. Spock followed the songâs beat content with a simple eight count step. Laâan followed his lead gracefully.
âI didnât know you could dance.â She admitted, surprise in her voice.
âI have never claimed to not know how to dance.â Spock replied as he continued the dance.
âI guess Iâm just more surprised you agreed to come let alone actually come out on the dance floor.â Laâan replied.
Spock, now confident in the basic eight count now began spinning Laâan out in step before pulling her in. âAfter Valeo Beta V, Iâve had a difficulty controlling some of my emotions. Perhaps that loss of control is part of the reason I agreed to come out tonight.â
âDoes that scare youâ Laâan asked, some concern in her voice. She knew how important his emotional control was to him, to all Vulcans in fact.
âI will not lie, it does.â Spock admitted as he moved to dip Laâan just as the song neared its end. âBut I will not let my fear control me. I will face this experience and face this fear.â
Laâan smiled at the bottom of the dip and cupped his face. âI believe you will.â
As the song got to an end, the pair walked off the dance floor feeling an energy they hadnât before. As they neared their booth, that euphoria turned into concern as they saw the events unfolding.
Three very drunk patrons were standing on opposite sides of Jenna Mitchell boxing her into her seat. âHello there beautiful, how bough you and I share a nice dance tonight at my place?â
Jenna, still somewhat drunk though guarded tried to let the man down gently. âNo thank you. Iâm here with my friends, Iâm not here looking for a hookup.â
But the man didnât let it go. He closed the gap with Jenna and pushed her back into her seat. âCome on now you tease. Donât you go turning me down yet.â
âI believe she said she wasnât interested.â Spock announced in his command voice, getting the attention of the two men.
âWhy donât you butt out man!â The second man yelled. âThis ainât your business.â
âOh?â Laâan growled. âYouâre both accosting our friend. So that makes it our business.â
âI suggest you leave this be girly.â The third man state showing the grip of a phaser pistol in his belt. âUnless you want trouble.â
âYou all will be in deep trouble if you threaten a Starfleet officer once more.â Spock threatened.
âIâm done with this shit.â The first man said as he grabbed Jennaâs wrist and attempted to pull her out with him. Jenna kneed him in the groin and twisted his arm behind his back. The second man whirled around to face Jenna and managed to lay a solid punch to her face, knocking her to the ground and causing her to release her grip on the first man. The third man grabbed his phaser and tried to level it at Spock but the Vulcan acted fast twisting the manâs wrist and ripping the weapon from his hand.
The fight had caused at the music to stop as a crowd formed around the fighting. The first man recovered fast and charged Laâan knocking her into the nearby table. Laâan threw the man off her so she could get back to her feet. The man grabbed a broken bottle and swung it at Laâan but she effortlessly dodged it. After a few strikes, she was able to wrap her arm around the arm holding the broken bottle, immobilizing it. She then kept striking harder and harder at the manâs head and gut hoping to knock him out while trying to block his hits from his free arm. But her strikes were more precise than his drunken swings and her hits eventually caused the man to pass out.
Spock meanwhile was facing down his attacker. With the manâs phaser busted, the man had tried a series of strikes only for Spockâs superior reflexes to catch and reflect them. Growing frustrated, the man charged Spock intent on taking him down. Spock flipped the man over his head and threw him down on a table nearby causing it to break under the force of the manâs weight.
The pair both realized their opponents were down and turned to face the final opponent whoâd been attacking Jenna, only to find that the last man too was unconscious on the floor. Based on the liquid on the manâs head, the shattered glass around his and the broken bottle in Jennaâs hand, the two surmised that Jenna had smashed one of their bottles on the manâs head to knock him out.
As the adrenaline seeped from their bodies, the rest of the crew had made their way through the crowd to the scene before them.
By now, with the fight over, the crowd had dispersed leaving the officers and few onlookers and the only people there. Dr MâBenga and Christine each took a second to access the damage done as their friends were each sporting a few injuries themselves. Jenna had a bruise under her eye where sheâd been sucker punched. Laâan had a few scrapes on her arms from behind thrown to the floor. Spock however looked no worse for wear.
âOw.â Jenna grimaced as MâBenga applied a makeshift icepack to the womanâs head.
âWell maybe next time you get into a fight.â The doctor said jokingly. âTry not to block closed fists with your face.
Christine meanwhile was pulling out a few glass shards from Laâan back. âWe leave you three alone for a few minutes to get drinks and you all start a bar brawl.â
âYou know whatâs gonna come next right?â Erica asked rhetorically.
Nyota nodded. âYeah, The Admiral is going to kill us.â
âPerhaps not.â Spock offered drawing the attention of the others. âThe point of this exercise was to teach us teamwork while still obeying Starfleet regulations. An investigation will clearly show we were not the instigators of this conflict and that we only fought back to defend ourselves, well within Starfleet rules.â
The group was stunned into silence at Spockâs explanation. Laâan then had a wide smile. âOh I canât wait to see you make that explanation to the Admiral when he finds out.â
Oh I love this idea! It could be like the DS9 baseball episode and have the Enterprise crew fighting a team of Klingons.
Imagine Laâan and Spock working together like a real power couple, taking out one Klingon after another, and then after winning they go for another round of bloodwine with them!
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Ok so this one took a absurd amount of time to finally write up and post but its finally up and ready. Like the first part, I took a lot of inspiration from several older shows I used to watch to help build this plot. Hope you like how it came out.
The trek back to the nearest Federation Starbase was becoming very tense. The revelation of what the away team had discovered on the Shran had spread through the ship like wildfire. The news had put everyone on edge. Despite numerous investigations by the science team and several security sweeps of the Shran, nothing came up that could shed even the tiniest hint as to what happened.
And without a cause, the crew had turned to paranoia. Theories had ranged from the unplausible like Klingons having poisoned their food supply to the deranged like a new Romulan weapon designed to curb aggressive behavior.
Normally Spock wouldâve found the human proclivity towards these ideas to be fascinating, but it was slowly becoming dangerous. Spock had noticed that anytime the lights even flickered, any nearby crew he saw grew severely agitated. Heâd even had to intervene when two Andorian and Tellarite crewmembers had nearly come to blows with mutual accusations.
âNumber One to Spock.â Spock stopped his march to the science lab to answer his communicator.
âGo ahead sir.â He replied.
âEnsign Lance hasnât shown up for his shift on the bridge yet and heâs over half an hour overdue.â Una stated.
âThat is the twelfth crewmen who has been late for their shift in the last two days.â Spock added, a small amount of irritation present in his voice. He quickly shut his annoyance down. He had to remind himself to keep his temper in check. While lateness to a bridge shift was wholly unprofessional, it served no purpose to allow his irritation to be so obvious. âI am close to junior officer crew quarters. Would you prefer I retrieve him?â
âPlease do Mr Spock.â Una said. She continued though a great deal softer. âHe better have a good reason for his tardiness. Ensign Christina looks like sheâs about to pass out at her console right now.â
âI will endeavor to hurry then. Spock out.â He closed his communicator and followed the corridors till he found Ensign Lanceâs quarters.
Spock pressed the ring and waited. After a minute with no response, he rung the door again. When no one came, he used his security override to open the door. Inside he found Ensign Lance, laying flat on the bed, still in his uniform from yesterdayâs shift.
Spock could feel the anger rising in himself. Taking a sigh of exasperation, he turned to the matter synthesizer and requested a glass of water. He walked over to the sleeping Ensign and threw the water on the manâs face.
Ensign lance sputtered to life as the water hit him. Sluggishly, he rose himself from his bed muttering a dozen human curses until he saw Spockâs face.
âSir.â Ensign Lance stammer out. âWhat⌠What are you doing here?â
âEnsign, you are over thirty minutes late for your shift on the bridge.â Spock said, trying to sound professional while keeping his annoyance in check.
âOh shitâŚâ Lance said as he looked around his room. âI must have slept in.â
âThat much is obvious.â Spock snarked at him. Taking a breath before his continued. âPlease take a minute to put a clean uniform shirt on then head up to the bridge to replace Ensign Christina.â
Spock then departed and headed for the bridge. Within a minute, he could hear what he presumed was Ensign Lance fast walking in order to catch up. The two took the turbolift in silence to the bridge.
Once they were on the bridge, Spock turned to sit at his own console whilst the two Ensigns began their swap off. As Ensign Christina departed from her seat, she âaccidentlyâ smacked her shoulder into Ensign Lance.
âOw! What the hell?â Lance complained.
âOops.â Christina said, no sympathy at all in her voice.
âLook Iâm sorry Iâm late. Iâm just so tired.â Lance said.
âSo am I!â Christina retorted, getting the attention of nearly everyone on the bridge. âBut at least I wasnât the one almost an hour late for his shift.â
âEnough you two!â Una ordered as she pinched her brow.
âGiven how youâve been nodding off at the console the last two days, I donât think youâre in the best place to complain.â Lance countered closing the distance between them. âMaybe if you calmed down, you wouldnât be acting like such bitch!â
That sent her over the edge. Christina slapped him, hard. There was a moment of dead silence on the bridge as Lance and Christina book took in what had just happened. But when that moment ended, all hell broke loose. Both Ensigns started attacking each other with full fury. For Spock, it was like watching two Klingon warriors trying to rip each other to bits. Una and Laâan stepped in to grab and extract Ensign Christina while Spock and Ortegas subdued Ensign Lance.
âGet them off the bridge!â Pike ordered. Two security officers arrived a minute later, grabbed the two ensigns and escorted them off the bridge. Once they were gone, Pike led Una, Spock and Laâan to his ready room.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â Pike asked to his officers.
âEveryone on this ship is on edge sir.â Laâan sighed loudly. âWithout answers, people are starting to panic as paranoia and fear take over.
âFurthermore sir, LT Hemmerâs report of lighting and other power issues throughout the ship is fueling those fears.â Spock added. âPeople are starting to fear that what happened to the Shran might happen here.â
âAre we in danger of that happening here?â Una asked, poorly disguised worry in her voice.
âI am uncertain.â Spock admitted. âWe simply do not possess enough information as to the cause of the Shranâs losses. Without more information, we have no way of knowing if our own misfortunes are cause for greater concern beyond simple low morale.â
âIâve seen ships with low morale, never ones where crewmembers repeatedly late and picking fights on the bridge.â Laâan started to lean against the table. Spock could tell just looking at her that she was exhausted.
âMaybe we can do something to raise their spirits.â Pike wondered aloud. âSomething to keep them from killing each other till we make port.â
âMovie night? Large banquet?â Una offered.
Laâan gave a small laugh. âYeah I can see it now. Distracting everyone with an episode ofâŚâ
But she didnât finish that sentence. Laâan lost her grip on the table and started to fall to the floor. Spock was there in record time to catch her before she hit the ground, letting her brace herself on his chest, he helped her back to her feet.
âYou ok Laâan?â Una asked in her motherly voice that Laâan had known far too well.
âIâm fine.â Laâan said avoiding eye contact as Spock lowered her down to the nearby chair. âI just⌠lost my balanceâ
Una took a seat next to her cupping her face in her hands. âLaâan, when was the last time you slept?â
The question seemed to puzzle Laâan for a second. âUmm⌠IâŚâ
Una sighed. âDid you stay up all night again? Oh Laâan.â Una said the last part with the same tone a mother might use when gently chastising their child.
Laâan turned away sheepishly. She felt bad for having upset Una. The woman had been like a second mother to her, and it never sat well with her whenever Una was disappointed with her actions.
Spock interjected to save her. âPerhaps LT, now would be a good time to take a sick day and recuperate?â
Laâan nodded silently. She tried to stand up but her feet felt like jelly and she just about collapsed again. Like before, Spock was there to catch her and help balance her. âCan youâŚâ She began.
âI will assist you back to your room.â Spock answered tenderly as he readjusted his grip on her to make her more comfortable. The two then exited the conference room and began the trek back to Laâanâs quarters.
The walk back was abnormally solitary. Given Laâanâs slower pace, the trip was taking a great deal longer than normal. After several minutes of awkward silence, Laâan finally spoke. âI served on the Shran once.â
âYou did?â Spock asked surprised by her decision to reveal such information. âDid you know any of the current crew?â
âNot many. Most had transferred out after I left.â Laâan answered. âBut I did know one of the shipâs security officers. LT David North. He took over my position after I transferred out. But I knew him from before.â
âBefore?â Spock inquired.
âWe were students at the academy together.â Laâan answered. âI didnât have many friends at the academy, but he and I were still close.â
âWere you two everâŚâ Spock asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Laâan gave a small smile. The concept that her big, tall logical Vulcan could feel an emotion like jealousy was unexpected but extremely funny to her. âNo. We bonded over shared loss. Heâd lost his family to the Klingons during a raid before the war. I guess we both bonded over our loss.â
Spock nodded as the pair continued down the hallway until they neared sickbay. As they arrived, they saw two of their fellow officers, LTs Mitchell and Ortegas having a rather heated discussion. âLook I donât want to talk about Erica.â Mitchell said, her tone showcasing her evident frustration.
âIâm telling you it canât have been that bad.â Erica joked. âCome on we all do embarrassing stuff here. Did I ever tell you about that time at the academy when IâŚâ
âYou have.â Mitchell said with more annoyance in her voice. âMany times.â
âWhen then you know.â Erica smiled and continued her argument as if she hadnât been interrupted. âWe all mess up and do funny stuff.â
âWhat happened wasnât funny Erica.â Jenna countered angrily. âWhat I saw there was downright terrifying, and I donât feel like laughing about how pathetic I mustâve looked. Everyone else has done enough of that.â
âCome on you canât let what everyone else is saying get to you. Erica remarked, a new measure of kindness in her voice. âYou want people to stop bugging you about it then youâve gotta roll with it.â
âI really wish YOU would stop bugging me about it.â Jenna said through gritted teeth. Spock and Laâan and stopped their match to her quarters after having seen the tension in Jenna escalating, and Erica apparently being completely ignorant of it.
âLook Iâm just trying to helpâŚâ But Erica couldnât finish her sentence. Jenna had grabbed her and slammed her friend against the bulkhead.
Jenna stared over her friend as Ericaâs mind caught up to what had just happened. âStay the hell away from me.â Jenna yelled at her before stomping down the hall in the opposite direction that Spock and Laâan were in.
The pair in turn had been frozen to their spot, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Jenna Mitchell and Erica Ortega had been very close friends. Jennaâs aggression at her friend had come as a surprise. Once they got over their shock, the pair moved to Erica and helped her to her feet.
âAre you alright Lieutenant?â Spock asked as he helped Erica up.
âYeahâŚâ Erica began as she looked down the hallway her friend had left down. âWhat the hell just happened?â
âIt seems the events on the Shran have affected LT Mitchell more so than she had led us to believe.â Spock theorized.
âNo kidding.â Laâan commented then turned to face Erica. âHas she ever been this way before?â
âNo. Jennaâs always been one of the kindest people Iâve ever met. She loves flying ships and musical theatre. Sheâs not a violent person.â Erica replied defending her friend.
âSo what do you think we should do now?â Laâan asked tensly. She hated where this line of questioning could go but she needed to ask it. Mitchell had assaulted a fellow officer and that was indeed a court martial level offense. Laâan hated having to put her own people on trial but as Chief of Security, it was a necessary duty that sheâd sometimes had to perform.
But thankfully Erica Ortegas was not in the mood for such an act. âNo please donât push this any further. Iâll give her a few days of space and talk to her once we make it to the Starbase. She doesnât deserve to have her career ruined over this.
Erica then removed herself from Spock and Laâanâs hold as she departed. Spock and Laâan meanwhile continued their trek towards Laâanâs quarters. Once inside, Laâan thanked him for the escort as she went about removing her uniform and changing into her pajamas.
Meanwhile, Spock took note of the decorations that made up her quarters. Laâanâs quarters were remarkably spartan compared to most of the senior officers on the ship. There were a few decorations that he recognized as certificates of achievement and medals from bravery. What he did notice was a low volume of any decorations regarding family. He charted a small picture by the bed of a large group of humans outside a starship that Spock theorized was the S.S. Puget Sound. Another picture he saw contained Laâan with LT CMDR Una Chin Riley. Given the background of the academy, Spock suspected this photo was taken on her graduation date. The one that drew the most attention was a small picture on the wall was of a young Laâan, perhaps a teenager beside a pair of adults and two teens that he couldnât identify. Unlike the previous picture where Spock saw either a familiar face or family resemblance, the group in the last photo shared no physical resemblance to her.
Laâan had fully changed into a silk black nightgown. She quickly noticed the attention Spock paid to the photo. She walked over to him.
âThis group of humans is not anyone I am familiar with.â Spock observed. âAre you friends with them?â
Laâan nodded slightly. âOf a sort. They were the family that took me in after I was rescued.â
Spock turned to her with a look of surprise. âI had assumed that you had been raised by CMDR Chin Riley, given the closeness you share.â
âShe was around a lot growing up, but she was just starting her own career. She couldnât take care of me full time, but she made sure I found my way into a good home.â Laâan explained.
âWhat were their names?â He asked.
âPaula and Lenoard.â Laâan said softly, as if saying the words would cause something to break.
âYou do not mention this family often.â Spock observed.
Laâan took a step back from Spock and walked over to the bed, putting a bit of distance between them. âYeah⌠I know.â
âMay I ask why?â Spock inquired.
Laâan sighed. âI guess itâs because I donât talk to them often.â
Spock gave his classic quizzical eyebrow move, clearly expecting her to continue. âDonât get me wrong Iâm grateful to them for taking me in, but I was trouble. Always getting into fights, creating trouble where none existed.â
âClearly it must be more than that.â Spock observed.
âSpockâŚâ Laâan began as he walked around the bed sheâd put between them and gripped her hands in his.
âYou clearly care about this family and are grateful to them.â Spock observed. âIf not, it is unlikely you wouldâve kept a picture of them in your room. So why is it they are causing you such anxiety?
Laâan took a shaky breath. âSpock, I was never their true child. They had real children of their own. I was just an obligation they had to fulfill.
Realization dawned for Spock. âIs that why you never changed your name?â
Laâan gave a quick nod. âPartly. But also⌠I didnât want to forget my family. My parents, my brother. The name might have a stigma but as long as I kept it, at least a part of them would live on in me.â
âThat life they gave you isnât worth much if you refuse to allow yourself to live it.â Spock delivered as softly as he could.
Laâan turned her face to him in mild shock. She wanted to argue with him but the fight in her was already gone, because she knew he was right. âIsnât that what Iâve been doing with you the past few weeks? Plus are you really the best person to judge when it comes to terrible life choices?â
Spock gave her a soft nod of agreement as he helped her lay down on the bed. âPlease get yourself some adequate rest. I will see you in the morning.â
As he walked out of her room, she spoke to him. âHey Spock, you make sure you do the same.â
The next day however didnât seem to bring the rest any of them needed. Spock had been tossing in his bed for hours, but sleep hadnât even come. By morning, heâd given up and went to his closet to change into a new pair of clothes
When he arrived in the conference room, everyone looked extremely ragged. LT Hemmer began his brief one everyone was there. âSir, weâve been having some power issues throughout the ship.â
âYou talking about the annoying light flickering?â Una asked, annoyance evident in her voice.
âThatâs only a symptom of the problem.â Hemmer continued. âSeveral decks are now experiencing power flow problems. The only problem I canât pinpoint where its coming from. Weâve got plenty of power for this ship, but several decks appear to have been cut from the EPS network.â
Spock look up with concern. âThat appears to be very similar to what LT Mitchell reported on the Shran.â
âPossibly.â Hemmer continued. âBut Iâm worried my crew is too exhausted right now to conduct such repairs. Since the Shran, the crewâs been having difficulties sleeping and theyâve been getting into more fights than ever.â
Spock looked to Laâan in concern. âFine whatever.â CPT Pike replied.
Hemmer, Spock and Laâan looked at Pike is disbelief. âSir?â Hemmer asked.
âAs long as we make it to port intact, I donât care if you resolve it not or when weâre back.â Pike said as he picked up from the table along with Una and Ortegas, all of them looking annoyed and tired.
âThat was⌠unexpected.â Spock said as they watched their fellow officers depart.
âThatâs an understatement.â Hemmer added.
âIâve never seen CPT Pike behave so flippantly before.â Laâan admitted.
âLaâan, Hemmer, I am concerned that what happened to the Shran couldâve spread to Enterprise.â Spock admitted. âI also can theorize that if it has, I believe we have also been infected.â
âHow would that be possible?â Laâan asked. âWe scanned for biohazards when we entered and left the shuttle both times.â
âUnless it doesnât affect a person physically but psionically.â Hemmer added in.
âYou suggest weâre dealing with a telepathic presence? Can you sense it?â Spock asked.
âNo, but I have been feeling off since we encountered the Shran.â Hemmer admitted. âPsionics is the only thing I can think of that would make sense.â
âWhatever the source is, we need to find it.â Laâan said. âIs there any way we can protect ourselves from whatever this
âI believe myself and LT CMDR Spock have been able to block out the effect due to our telepathic training. You, LT seem to have some form of resistance already.â Hemmer answered.
âPossibly a side effect of the mind meld.â Spock added.
âAlright then, we all need to work together to get out of this.â Laâan declared. âI scan Enterprise and the Shran for anomalies. Hemmer will keep working the power problem and SpockâŚâ
âI will be reviewing the Shranâs logs. Perhaps an answer lies there that we havenât discovered yet.
An hour later, Hemmer had reported in, calling the senior officers to Deck 8. However only Spock and Laâan arrived within a few minutes, the others believed to be lagging behind.
âWhat did you find?â Spock asked looking up from the PADD that contained the Shranâs logs.
âThe main source of the EPS malfunctions is down here on Deck 11, Section 4.â Hemmer explained. âEither of you find out anything?
âIndeed.â Spock said showing his PADD. âThe logs have proven to be quiet fascinating. The ones that offer the most promise appear to be those of the shipâs Chief Science Officer. I found several hidden personal logs of his going back weeks. I have been reviewing them.â
âWhat have you learned about him?â Laâan asked.
âThe man appears to be a very ambitious and mischievous individual. He always had some kind of scheme planned to deal with whatever troubles came his way. His studies might hold the key to explaining why our crews are behaving the way they are.
By the time in their conversation the other officers arrived, the trio could tell they all looked horrid. Their movements were ragged, slow and they were aggressively sniping at each other the entire way or they looked like theyâd pass out where they stood.
âWhy are we all here LT Hemmer?â Pike asked rubbing his temple.
âI believe I found the source of our technical problems.â Hemmer answered.
âGreat.â Ortegas said with biting sarcasm. âYou know blue man group this was the kind of conversation that couldâve been done over comms.
âWe got dragged all the way down here for this?â Christine sighed.
Spock leaned into Laâan. âI truly hope when we resolve this technical issue that the crew with return to their normal selves.â
Laâan gave a nod of approve to Spock but she stopped hallway as her eyes were drawn to something in the dark corridor. She walked past the group, the snark session between them ended as all their eyes were on the Chief of Security as she silently and carefully edged her way closer to the dark corridor, her eyes trying to focus on whatever it ways sheâd seen a moment ago.
Just when she was about give up, a pair of bright red eyes appear in the corridor, causing Laâan to recoil in fear.
âSomethingâs down there.â She managed to get out.
âWhat was it?â Spock asked, the same fear evident in her voice.
âWho cares?â Erica retorts.
âLaâan, your eyes were probably playing tricks on you anyways.â Christine sighed.
âSheâs probably right Laâan.â Una chimed in.
âNo, I swear I saw something!â Laâan countered, anger growing in her voice along with her fear.
âLook, letâs forget all this and just get back to Starbase OneâŚâ Chris tried to say.
âIâm not leaving till we check out whats down there!â Laâan yelled at the top of her lungs, drawing everyone else in the corridor into a stunned silence.
âIf I may.â Hemmer interjected. âThe conduit we have to fix is down that hallway anyways. If weâre going to keep the ship from more blackouts, we should fix it.â
âSpock and I will clear the halls.â Laâan ordered. âOnce its clear, Hemmer, you can come down and fix the conduits.â
The trio nodded as the now lethargic crewmembers just sighed in exasperation and sat down in the hallway. Laâan and Spock pulled out their personal phasers along with tactical lights as they began the trek down the dark corridor.
As they walked down the corridor, Spockâs mind was still partially focused on his PADD that contained the records, specifically those of the Chief Science Officer TâRan. The pair had arrived at one of the blown EPS relays when Laâan noticed that Spock was paying additional attention to his PADD.
âSomething of interest for you on it?â She asked, her rifle still pointed down range.
âThe records of Scientist TâRan are fascinating.â Spock admitted. âI believe his experiments may hold clues to understanding our current dilemma.
âYou said that a few hours ago, find anything since?â Laâan asked, somewhat curious.
âPerhaps. He was conducting some kind of research on an unknown specimen he brought back from the borderlands. Apparently, this research wasnât authorized as I can find no records of it in the ships data logs. Furthermore, these particular records have been encrypted and they donât match the official records submitted to the shipâs command team.â Spock answered as he continued to tap at the PADD.
âIllegal experiment.â Laâan clenched her teeth. âHasnât that destroyed enough Starfleet ships? Didnât this scientist hear about what happened to the Cabot?â
âI suspect he was aware, but it didnât concern him. Perhaps, in his arrogance he believed that his experiments wouldnât result in the same catastrophic failure.â Spock theorized, saddened to see that perhaps several Starfleet officers had died because of the ego of a scientist.
Laâan got up from her perch and turned to Spock. âIâm going to check the next junction. Form up with me when you finish tagging this one.â
The pair nodded as they got back to their business. Spock ran through the junction once more, tagging the panels in need of repair. He was about to depart and form up with Laâan when his eyes noticed something on the PADD, he turned to the PADD and kept reading.
By then, Laâan had arrived at the next EPS junction at a corner in the hall. She still felt tense as she approached it. She knew something was out there but as of now, she hadnât encountered it.
Spock eyes quick sped through the pages of the encrypted reports till he found what he was looking for on the last page. It was a drawing, one clear enough for Spock to know exactly what it was. His eyes went and his voice had an audible gasp. Spock dropped the PADD and sprinted down the hallway.
Laâan was bent over observing the next EPS conduit when she felt a presence staring down at her. She slowly rose her head up lifting the rifle to shine the light. And when she did, Laâan felt something she hadnât felt since the Gorn had taken her family; terror.
Above her were several creatures that she could describe as nothing less than monsters. A pitch black ooze covered their skin, in some cases dripping off their bodies like molten tar, their arms, bent unnaturally in several places hung at their side swinging like meat hanging on a hook. Their heads were humanoid but severely misshapen with the jaw hanging from skull loosely allowing the creatures mouth to extend to a disturbingly long amount. But it was how they carried themselves that send the deepest shivers down Laâanâs spine. They were hunched over in several places with the torso leaning heavily forward or back and the head looking like it had been twisted to bend until it was almost resting on one of its shoulders.
And then they saw her.
They let out a screech that shook the halls. Laâan found her head getting heavy as she tried to raise her rifle. She fired and the shot went wide, grazing one of the creatures causing it no harm. She dropped the rifle and ran as fast as she could back to Spock.
Seeing him down the hall, she ran right to him. âSpock, we have to run!â She shrieked.
âYou saw them?â Spock managed to get out, his fear somewhat calmed knowing she was alive.
He got his answer when he heard the noise down the corridor and saw the creatures slowly lumbering to them. The pair ran at full sprint down the corridor and back to where Hemmer and the others were keeping guard.
Pike and the others had nearly become catatonic by this point, even Hemmer was feeling the oppressive weight of lethargy take him. All that was undone when they heard Laâan and Spock screaming down the hall. The sound of their friendâs panicked voices woke Chris, Una and Ortegas from their stupors to see the pair run out of the darkness.
âWhat the hellâs going on?â Una asked.
âNo time to explain!â Laâan coughed out. âWe found the cause of our problems and theyâre chasing us!â
âCaptain, we need to escape this deck.â Spock said. âIf they catch us, weâre all dead.â
The same blood curling screech came down the halls and everyone there bore witness to the horde begin their emergence from the darkness. Everyone took off in a sprint, hoping to make it to a Jeffries tube or a turbolift before they got caught.
The creatures let out another screech and the running officers all covered their ears in agony as unbelievable pain spread through their bodies. Everyone began to find their heads feel heavy as they found themselves falling to the ground. Some of them still tried in vain to drag themselves to safety as the monsters grew closer.
As Spock tried to do the same, his eyes caught sight of the airlock release console. The console allows instant release of a ship that was docked without going through undocking procedures. At the current state with no ships docked, the console would instead vent the entire deck. It was risky but as Spock could see, there were no other alternatives.
âEveryone hold on to something tight!â Spock yelled at the top of his lungs. He saw the crew all realize his plan. Chris, Erica, Una and Christine all grabbed onto the bulkheads tightly. A second later he felt Laâan wrap her arms tighyl around his torso and lock them in place. She gave him a quick nod as he pressed the console and the nearby airlocks opened, the sudden onset of that force quickly gripped the creatures and started to suck them all out into the darkness of space. They tried to hold on as best as they could, trying to strike their claws into the floor to gain a foothold but it was pointless. They all slowly lost grip and got sucked out into space.
But their crew wasnât going much better. The force had been so great that the crew was struggling to hold on themselves. Spock could see everyone straining themselves to the max to hold one. Laâan too was losing her grip. But there was still one of those creatures who was still hanging on.
It tried to scream but no noise came out. Meanwhile Spock could feel Laâanâs grip on him loosing. He couldnât risk readjusting himself since one hand needed to be on the console to close the airlocks. He just prayed that the creature lost its grip before Laâan.
The creature kept sliding more and more as it tried to readjust its grip but continuously failing. As it reached the edge of the airlock, Laâanâs grip broke and she flew away from Spock. Acting on instinct, Spock quickly closed the airlock down. The action crushed the creature spilling its blood all over the door as Laâan dropped out of the air and crashed down less than half a meter from the airlock entrance.
The crew all took a second to recover as Spock dashed from the console to Laâan. He rolled her over onto her back exhaling a breath of relief when he was that she was still breathing and conscious.
âPerfect timing Spock.â Laâan whispered out with a sweet smile, one that brought a similar smiled to Spockâs face.
Everyone had gone straight to sickbay to make sure whatever affects those creatures had done was gone. And to listen to Spockâs revelation of what they had just faced.
âThe Klingons have a word for these creatures. They call them soul takers. They are monsters mythically believed to inhabit the Klingon underworld Greâthor. They possess a strong psionic ability to influence those around them, causing them to turn on each other, become violent and eventually drain away their will to live.â
The crew continued to sit in silence listening to Spock. âAccording to Scientist TâRanâs logs, he bought one of these creatures from a trader in the Orion sector illegally. He began several experiments on it trying to figure out how to weaponize its abilities. And he succeeded. His experiment allowed the creature to reproduce until their numbers were so great that they overwhelmed the crew, causing them to all give up on life and lay down to die.â
âMy God.â Nurse Chapel whispered. âSo what happens now.â
âThanks to our encounter, we now know their bio-signature.â Una explained. âWe swept Enterprise and the Shran. There are no more of them left.â
âAnd now that this horror fest is over, I hereby order everyone to take the day off.â Chris smiled. âStarfleet is sending an escort and Iâll request a command crew to fly us in.â
Everyone mumbled in agreement as they all dispersed back to their own personal recovery. Spock and Laâan quietly made their way back to her quarters. The pair ended up laying down on the bed with Laâan tucked nicely into Spockâs chest.
âIâm glad thatâs over.â Laâan admitted. âNow that those creatures are gone, I feel better. Like a weight has been lifted.
âI believe I feel the same way.â Spock agreed. âThose creatures may not have been able to affect us as hard as the rest of the crew but the experience was definitely not pleasant.â
Laâan nodded silently and laid her head back down as Spock ran his hands through her now unbraided hair. âIs something else bothering you?â He asked.
âI guess⌠I canât stop thinking about my adoptive family back on Earth.â She admitted. After our conversation earlier today, my mind has been on them a while.â
âWhen was the last time you spoke with them?â He asked.
âMaybe a year or two before the Klingon War.â Laâan admitted. âWith everything that happened after the Battle of the Binary Stars, I just never found time to talk to them since.â
âWe have that time now.â Spock offered.
Laâan raised up from spot. âSpock⌠I havenât spoken to them in so longâŚâ
Spock didnât let her finish. âIf they are like any true parents, then they truly love you no matter how much time has passed⌠and no matter if you are their biological child or the one they chose to bring into their home as raise like one of their own.â
Spockâs words were the push she needed. Laâan went to her console and quickly checked them time back to her adoptive familyâs town. Seeing it was midafternoon, she took a deep breath, felt Spockâs reassuring hand on her back and sent the call request.
Within ten seconds, the line was open and Laâan adoptive mother appeared on the screen. She put her hand to her mouth in shock, tears coming out of her eyes.. âLaâan?â
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I was wondering if you will write a sequel to "apathy is death" And do you have any other upcoming Spock/La'an fics on mind?
Oh Im all good thanks for asking :) I'm definitely planning for a part 2. As for any other Spock/La'an ideas, I have a few I'm debating but I'm not sure which one I should work on.
So I was watching some old shows that I haven't for a while as well as rewatching all of SNW Season 1 when had this great idea for a dark Laâan x Spock storyline that i couldnât get out of my head. The idea behind this story is kinda of a follow up on the story I did where Laâan took Chapelâs place during âSerene Squallâ where an old enemy of the ship returns seeking revenge for their failed plan.Â
The Enterprise was currently at High Warp en-route to its next mission. A distress call had been received from the research vessel U.S.S. Shran a few days ago and Enterprise had been ordered to respond.
As the ship neared the distress signal, CPT Pike gave out his orders. âYellow Alert, raise shields and drop us out of warp.â
âAye sir.â Lt Ortegas acknowledged as she pushed a few buttons on her console and the ship reverted to impulse speeds, the viewscreen filled with numerous asteroids from the nearby field
âPull up the Shran, maximum magnification.â Pike ordered.
The viewscreen zoomed in to the Shran. From a cursory look, it was clear the vesselâs main power was offline and the shipâs thrusters had misfired, sending it into a slow spin.
âUhura?â Pike asked as the young cadet tried hailing them.
âNo response sir.â She answered. âTheir array is active, but I canât reach anyone sir.â
âAnything on scanners?â Pike asked to Spock.
âThe vesselâs main power is indeed offlin though her distress beacon is still active.â Spock said as he read through the sensor records. âI cannot detect any life signs from the ship sir.â
âNo life signs at all?â Laâan asked, a small hitch in her voice that only Spock seemed to pick up on.
âThere is some kind of interference affecting our life sign sensors.â Spock added. âI cannot ascertain the source but until we compensate for it, life signs detection will be unreliable. Furthermore, we will be unable to beam to and from the Shran until this anomaly is compensated for.â
âHow many personnel are listed as serving on the Shran?â
â26 sir.â Laâan answered before anyone else could. âStandard complement for her.â She added hastily.
âAny other vessels in range?â Una asked.
âI am not detecting any energy signatures within sensor range, nor am I picking any warp or ion signatures.â Spock answered.
âWe should head on over then and figure out what happened.â Pike commanded. âSpock, assemble an away team to recover any data and see if we can get the ship operational again.
âCaptain I recommend I take LTs Noonien-Singh and Mitchell along with two security personnel and two engineers.â
Pike nodded and Spock gave the same to the two senior officers heâd requested. Silently, they all departed the bridge and headed for the Shuttle Bay.
Spock had sent Mitchell ahead to prep the teams and make sure everyone was set for what they could possibly encounter.
Spock had waiting behind with the slower moving Laâan. He inched closer to her. âIs something bothering you LT?â He asked softly.
âIâm fine.â Laâan said in her typical cold manner but Spock could feel the tension radiating off her.
âLT⌠Laâan.â Spock said in a much kinder tone. âI know our relationship is somewhat new and perhaps you donât feel comfortable yet opening up to me. But I can feel your discomfort.â
Spock took a pause to find the right words. âIf you donât feel comfortable telling me I will understand. You and I are both very private people but if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.â
Laâan had wanted to snap at Spock for pushing on the subject. However, she quickly caught herself, took a deep breath and remembered her sessions with Dr Sanchez about keeping her anger in check. âYouâre right Iâm not interested in discussing this right now⌠But thank you for your concern. Perhaps⌠after the mission we can talk.â
Spock nodded in agreement as they kept walking, their minds now fully focued on the mission.
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The away team took one of the larger shuttles over to the Shran. The first thing they noticed was how dark the hallways were. The team turned on the lights of their phase rifles. Spock pulled out his tricorder and began scanning.
âAnything?â Laâan asked.
âUnclear at this time.â Spock answered. âI am getting some data but anyting further than a few meters gets corrupted.â
âAlright everyone, weapons at the high ready until we sweep the ship.â Laâan ordered. âLT CDR Spock and I will clear from the armory to the bridge. Mitchell, take the engineers and my security team. Check the Science Labs to Engineering. Make sure to check your targets before you fire. There may be survivors we still havenât found.â
The teams then split and headed off on their assignments. Spock and Laâan moved silently through the halls of the ship with their weapons on at the high ready as they swept the corridors.
Their first stop was the shipâs armory. While only a research ship, the Shran till had a small arsenal of Phasers, Torpedoes and enough small arms for the crew.
âWhat have you found?â Laâan asked as she started scrolling through the console.
âNone of these weapons have bee drawn.â Spock observed. âFurthermore none of them seem to have been fired recently.â
âThat matches with what Iâm seeming here.â Laâan gestured for him to come close. âSee here. None of the shipâs torpedoes have been launched and the phaser array hasnât been turned on in weeks.â
Spock took a second to assess the data before commenting. âThis seems to imply that whatever caused the ship to be disabled didnât come from outside.â
âI agree. Nothing weâve seen makes me believe the ship was taken by force.â Laâan concurred. âPerhaps the bridge might hold more answers.â
The pair then left the Armory and headed for the bridge, meanwhile Lt Mitchell was currently in Engineering, working with the away team to get the ship back online, though without much success.
âGod Damn it.â Jenna cursed as she smacked the console.
âWhatâs wrong sir?â Ensign Lance asked shining his light on the console Mitchell was working on.
âI canât get any power to flow through the ship. The drive is still operational and the shipâs got plenty of power but I canât route it anymore.â Mitchell explained. âBased on what Iâm seeing, it looks like the EPS grid has been cut in several places.â
âBut the EPS grid on a ship is massive.â Lance countered. âHow can you cut the entire network off.â
âThe entire network isnât down.â Mitchell answered. âBut certain relays have been cut off. I can shunt power to certain consoles, and we could easily open or lock doors. But getting main power online throughout the ship, thatâs not happening.â
Ensign Lance sighed as he left his superior to fiddle some more at the console. He kept sweep through Engineering looking for anything else but after a few minutes, heâd gotten bored. âHey sir, got a kinda off topic question for you.â
âWell thereâs not much I can do right now without the relays so shoot.â Mitchell said.
âYou notice anything different between LT CDR Spock and LT Noonien-Singh?â Lance asked.
âAnything in particular?â Mitchell asked.
âTheyâve been acting a little differently.â Lance commented. âLike⌠less intense.â
âLess intense?â Mitchell snorted. âEnsign, those two donât even know how to be anything but intense.â
âThatâs my point!â Lance replied. âI mean theyâre still terrifying but⌠But Iâve seen them spending a lot of time together⌠Off duty.â
âLance is right.â Crewman Zuniga jumped in. âIâve seen them together multiple times in the rec rooms.â
âOh really?â Mitchell quipped playfully; she was always a sucker for ship gossip. âAnd how many PADDs were strung out between them?â
âNone.â Zuniga answered with a smile.
The words put shock onto Mitchellâs face. And now she was not going to let this go. âWhen did this start?â
âShortly after we took down the Serene Squall.â Ensign Lance provide the answer.
This fit in with what Jenna had heard. From what sheâd gotten out of Erica following the Serene Squall mission, Spock and Laâan had been the only two crew to avoid capture and theyâd been pivotal in convincing CPT Angel to abandon the Enterprise and let their crew fall into Starfleet custody. According to Erica, the two had been somewhat loose on the details on what had happened on the bridge and why Spockâs (now former) fiancĂŠ TâPring had been present.
Jenna smiled as she thought of Erica and Chapelâs reactions when she told them this juicy bit of gossip. Those two girls had always had the leg up on her when it came to ship gossip. Today sheâd be the one with the juicy story.
She was pulled from her revelry when her communicator chirped. âTeam 1 to Team 2, how copy?â
âSolid copy Team 1.â Mitchell replied after opening the device, her professional persona back in charge.
âStatus of the shipâs power grid.â Laâan asked. âWould love to not have to tow this ship home.â
âWish I was a miracle worker here.â Mitchell responded with a sigh. âThe shipâs EPS relays are FUBAR. No way weâd be able to shunt power from the core to the impulse engines or nacelles. Looks like itâs a tow job.â
âAny sign of the crew?â Spock now asked over comms.
âNegative sir.â Mitchell answered. âWeâre about to move to the crew quarters and begin the sweep. What about you both?â
âNegative LT.â Spock replied. âWeâve yet to encounter any survivors nor have we found any bodies.â
âLetâs hope we find them in the crew quarters then.â Mitchell added and she slipped her bag onto her back and rounded up her team for the crew quarters sweep.
At the same time, Spock and Laâan departed the bridge to meet up with the second team. Laâan could see as they traversed the decks that Spockâs mind was not 100% with her.
âSpock.â She said to break the silence. âWhatâs bothering you.â
âThe fact that we havenât encountered the crew yet is⌠concerning.â Spock answered.
âBut itâs more than that.â Laâan continued for him, apprehension growing in their voices.
âNot only are they gone, but there is also no trace as to what happened.â Spock continued with his assessment but Laâan could hear the fear in his voice. âThe shuttles are still here, no record of transporter usage, no weapon signatures nor bodies.
Laâan felt herself shiver as she saw where he was taking her. âSomething hit this ship, something fast and something they werenât prepared for.â
Spock nodded in agreement. He began. âPerhapsâŚâ
But their conversation was interrupted by a blood curling scream. Laâan knew that voice. It was Jenna Mitchell. The two sprinted in the direction of the scream, weapons raised and set on fire.
They arrived to see Jenna Mitchell hyperventilating outside the door to one of the crew quarters, staring at what was inside.
The pair turned see what she had, and they felt their hearts go cold. Inside on the bed of the ship was one of the crew, dead. His body had partially decayed to the point that his skin had greyed, and his eyes were sunken. The sight was a terror to beyond but what truly scared Spock was this; how he was laid out, under the covers as if he was about to go to bed. It looked as if the man had gone to sleep one night and never work up.
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The crew had flown back to Enterprise on the shuttle with the full away team in tow. They had quickly head off to Sickbay in order to get Mitchell treatment. Spock had managed to calm down Mitchellâs hyperventilating enough to prevent her from fainting. The medical team gave her a sedative to calm her down but even still she was still shaking.
But it wasnât just her whoâd been affected by their encounter. The entire away team waited in dead silence at Sickbay, waiting for the news from Number One and her security sweep of the ship.
Eventually she returned with a somber look on her face. âItâs the same across the ship.â Una said.
âWhat?â Laâan said barely a whisper.
âThe entire crew is in their quarters, like they just laid down and died.â Una shuddered at the thought.
âAnd weâre certain there is no other probable cause for their deaths?â Spock asked.
Una shook her head. âWe scanned every crewmember. They all died from the same cause, terminal malnutrition and dehydration.â
âWhat will we do about the Shran?â Laâan asked. âShe canât fly on her own power.â
âWeâll tow her back to Utopia Planitia Shipyards. The crew there will repair her while Starfleet Security conducts the investigation as to the cause of the incident.â
After Una left, Spockâs mind became been preoccupied with his own investigation of the incident. His concerns focused what couldâve caused the crewâs death and if it was possible to have spread to Enterprise at all.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed Laâan sitting on the biobed staring at the floor. What stood out to Spock was how she reacted to the nurses. Normally Laâan was combative with medical personnel, refusing pain killers and any treatment that wasnât a vital necessity. But now she didnât even seem to notice them. She made no protest when they injected her with a hypospray and laid her down on the bed.
Spock waited until the rest of the away team was asleep and the nurses had left the room to approach Laâan. He stood beside her bed and softly grabbed her hand and squeezed it. The action brought Laâanâs focus back, and she turned her head to him, giving him a small smile.
âI apologize for such a public display of affection, but I can see that this mission has affected you severely.â Spock spoke softly. He knew Laâan wasnât a particular fan of PDA but he felt that perhaps some small touching might help calm her nerves down, and his own.
âIt shook us all up Spock.â Laâan sighed intertwining her fingers with his.
âIt is not a sign of weakness to acknowledge if something has affected you.â Spock prodded as he took a seat beside her.
Laâan silently nodded a few times. âI know.â She whispered. âWhen I heard Mitchell scream, I thought I was prepared for what I was going to see.â
âIndeed. It was⌠a very disturbing sight.â Spock said turning his head away from her for a second.
âYou know Spock.â Laâan began. âIt also doesnât make you weaker to admit that you too arenât do as well as you try and pretend.â
Spock closed his eyes and slide closer to her. âYou are starting know me better than many other have. What we saw has seriously affected my emotional control. I am⌠scared.â He whispered the last part.
âScared?â Laâan slide up on her bio bed a bit. âAbout what?â
âI have seen dead bodies before on battlefield but never like this.â Spock elaborated for her. âThe lack of reason for their deaths is a conundrum that I cannot fathom an answer to. And without one, we run the risk of what happened to the Shran affect Enterprise⌠and affect you.â
Laâan pulled Spockâs hand into hers and planted a kiss on his fingers. âWhatever happened hasnât spread to Enterprise yet. And if it does, weâll be ready.
Down in the Shuttlebay, all was quiet. After the away team had returned, the bay had been mostly deserted excluding the current on duty guards and the lights turned off. But at that moment, the shuttle the away team took to and from the Shran had one of itâs cargo hatches open up and slowly something began to crawl out of the opening. The bay was dark enough that the guards didnât notice the creature exit the shuttle and make its way to the Jeffries tubes.
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Out in the asteroid field as the Enterprise went to warp with the Shran in toe, a small transport emerged from inside one of the larger rocks, its signature having been hidden by the astroids.
Inside the ship was itâs sole occupant, CPT Angel. Angel had been monitoring the Starfleet crew since theyâd entered the asteroid field, having been witness to the initial and subsequent boarding as well as the taking of the ship into warp.
Angel smirked mirthlessly, contemplating the horrors that awaited the crew of the Enterprise. The Shran had been a wonderful test but now the real game was afoot and CPT Angel was certain that in short order, revenge for the loss of the Serene Squall and Sybok would be felt upon Spock and the entire crew of the Enterprise.
So I saw the two stories posted by @muchadoaboutstartrek and @tinderbox210â and I loved what they both did with the idea of Spock and Laâan forced to take a vacation, so of course I had to follow suit and make my own story as well.
âThis is really bad.â Pike admitted reading the report in his kitchen/office. âHow could this have happened without us knowing about it?â
âThose two have always been quiet about personal matters.â Una replied as she helped Chris clean up the plates from their dinner.
âHow the heck could those two have not taken a single vacation day in almost a year?â Chris wondered incredulously. âThe Admiralâs breathing down my neck about it.â
âHave you meet our Mr. Spock?â Una asked. âDoes the man every take a vacation.â
Chris nodded in agreement. âSame with Laâan, our two shore stayers absolutely need to take time off now.â
Una put the last plate in the sink and turned to face Chris. âDid the Admiral actually call you about this or were you just being melodramatic?â
Chris smiled. âHe actually did. Apparently Starfleet is getting more concerned with burnout since the Klingon War ended. Lot of fine officers and crewman have been dealing with issue and Command wants Captains to be more alert for the signs. And apparently having two of my senior officers not taking so much as a day of leave in a year is cause of concern now.â
âSo...â Una continued. âHow do we get them to actually take a vacation?â
Chris put down the PADD and started pacing. Una was right. Both Spock and Laâan were workaholics. Theyâd resist heavily any attempt to force them to take time off work. He remembered back a diplomatic conference and festival theyâd attended on the Xindi world of Azati Prime. Whist most of the crew had taken the time to enjoy the Xindi festival, both Laâan and Spock insisted on working throughout the entire trip, even after the conference had ended.
Theyâd both been pacing for a minute before Una stopped and smile slowly crept onto her face. âI know that look.â Chris smirked. âYouâve got an idea.â
âHow much do you know about Risa?â Una asked.
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Laâan and Spock had arrived on the surface of Risa for their latest mission. According to Captain Pike, Risa was experiencing several glitches with itâs weather control systems and theyâd asked for Starfleet help to fix it. However both of them had to admit this mission was odd. First, Risa had several scientists and engineers who helped maintain the tropical weather so why did they need Starfleetâs help. Second, both Chris and Una had already packed them go bags for their mission. Third, Laâan was wondering why she was a part of this mission. She was security officer not a scientist, unless of course there was more to the mission than had been revealed.
As they walked in to the main resort, Laâan felt like she and Spock were seriously out of place here. In their formal uniforms, they stuck out in comparison to the skimpy swimsuits and leisure attire that the locals wore.
They quickly made their way to the summer resortâs main office. âExcuse me.â Laâan spoke to the Risian woman at the desk. âOur commander told us to check in here. LT CDR Spock and LT Laâan Noonien Singh from the Enterprise.â
âGive me a second.â The woman said as she typed the names into her PADD. âAh yes I have you both listed right here.â She reached into her desk and pull out two electronic keys. âHere are the keys to your rooms. Please enjoy your stay.â
Spock gave the woman a quizzical look. âIâm afraid you must be mistaken. We are not guests here. We were supposed to meet someone from the Risian Engineering Corps here in regards to weather controlâ
The woman gave an equally quizzical reply. âWe did have some issues with the weather control a few days ago that caused some storms but it was fixed. Not to worry your reserved room is perfectly functional.â
âRoom?â Laâan blanched.
âYes... a room reservation made for a Mr Spock and a Ms Noonien Singh. The reservation was made though the Starfleet comms network.â The receptionist continued.
Laâan looked away for a few seconds and Spock could almost see the gears shifting in her head. A second laters he turned back to face the receptionist. âIs there a subspace communicator somewhere here?â
âThereâs one in your room.â The receptionist answered.
Laâan quickly grabbed the keys as the two of them departed from reception and headed for their room on the third floor. They both entered the rather large and festive room. Laâan eyed the room till she found the communicator. She dropped her bag and keyed the comms on. âLaâan to Enterprise.â
The video turned on to see Chris and Una in the ready room. âWhatâs going on here sir? The Risians seem to be under the assumption that weâre here for vacation not to repair their weather control.â
âDid they?â Chris said in the most fake tone possible. âDid I forget to mention that during my briefing to them?â
Laâan quickly figured it out. âYou lied to us.â She said in a dark tone.
Una raised a finger. âTechnically we didnât lie.â Laâan just gave her a look. âWell sure we forgot some stuff.â Una continued. âLook you both haven't take a day off in almost a year. This leave time is an opportunity to decompress and relax.â
âI dont believe this. We donât need a vacation.â Laâan said. âWeâre heading back sir.â
âThatâs gonna be a problem.â Chris said. âEnterprise already left orbit for Drozana Station. We won't be back for at least a week.â
Laâan just sighed and leaned back in her chair feeling dejected. âThink of it this way, you finally get to experience Risian culture for the first time. Itâll be a blast.â Una said as she cut the comm.
Laâan briefly considered Unaâs words but she was still upset that theyâd been deceived in order to get them here. Feeling a little petty, she decided to forgo her mentorâs works open her go bag and pull out her PADD.
âI see they thought of that.â Spock commented as he looked through his bag. âAll of my equipment is no longer here. It has been replaced by several articles of clothing one might wear on this planet.â
Laâan opened her own bag to confirm Spockâs words. Her bag no longer contained her PADD and spare uniforms but had been replaced with a yoga mat, several swimsuits and sun dress. Chris and Una clearly had thought their plan through. âWhat now?â She asked.
Spock pondered the question for a moment. âPerhaps we utilize our situation to our advantage.â
âOh?â Laâan asked, clearly intrigued.
âThe Captain and Number One clearly believe that we do not take enough time to relax given the lengths to this deception of theirs. If we attempt to avoid this leisure time they will perhaps resort to officially ordering us to take leave. Perhaps if we show them that we are capable of relaxing, they may decide to no longer go to extreme lengths to force us to take leave.â
Spock had outlined his points very logically in Laâan opinion. But still it surprised her. Spock was as much of a workaholic as she was and to hear him making a logical argument in favor of actually taking a vacation surprised her. âPerhaps you're right. At the least this will get them off our backs when it comes to our accrued leave days.â
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Inside their bags had been a sheet of paper with several different activities that apparently Chris and Una had done whist on Risa before. Given that the Captain had apparently reserved adjoining rooms, they decided it would be more efficient if they partook in the activities together.
The first few days included a few hikes into the mountains and a day with a few of the Risian rental floaters to observe the island from the air. One of the most memorable days had to be the day they decided to do powerboarding. The Risians had invented a surfboard with a small engine on the back that would propel the user forward. It had become so popular that Risa even had occasional races around the island.
Today the two of them were out preparing to give the activity a try. Spock had gone ahead and rented them two boards. He set them down just outside the resort as he waited for Laâan to come down.Â
When she finally emerged, he felt his face flush as he observed her. Laâan was currently wearing one of the swimsuits Una had given her, a blue bikini that seems to cover very little of her skin held in pace by a very thin string.
Laâan noticed that Spock was staring at her and she started to blush. âThis was the least revealing suit that was in my bag, a bag Una packed.â Spock said sheepishly.
âI did not say anything.â Spock defended. âCome on now. Let us head for the water.â
The power boards turned out to be a lot of fun. They had an adjustable speed that could be set for anything from a snails pace to racing speed. The pairs had coasted out onto the ocean. Theyâd cut the engine and were now just floating in the water, relaxed and without care in the world.
At least until another pair sped by on their boards. The wake theyâd created had disrupted Laâan and Spockâs calm as it threw them off their boards and into the water.
Spock emerged from the water feeling very annoyed. He saw the pair, two Cardassians as they continued to buzz other beach goers. He briefly contemplated ways to get back when he heard panicked splashing behind him. His first though was that Laâan was drowning and he moved to try to help her back onto the power board only to face her resistance when he felt her soft skin agains his chest
âWhat is it?â He asked feeling perplexed.
âDont look!â Laâan exclaimed as she turned to face away from him. âMy... my top is gone... Do you see it?â
Spock realized then that the skin heâd felt had probably been her breast. He turned his body to allow her to preserved her modesty. As he did, his eyes fell on a blue fabric that he realized was her top. Silently he handed it to her and stayed facing away as she tried to get it to stick.
âSpock, can...â Laâan began. âCan you please help me?â She asked.
âOf course.â He said softly as he swam to her and helped her retie the knots in her top. Once he was sure it was secure, the two remounted their boards and headed back to shore.
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After their last meal at the Captainâs table, theyâd thought that no one could beat Pikeâs cooking but this Risian dinner cruise was providing to be a true challenger. The Risians had built a restaurant on a small cruiser ship that would go out on the water and serve them food caught right off the deck.
The pair had gotten a seat on the deck and theyâd made a meal out of sampling all the choices available. âI find it very fascinating that now in three different cultures, in spite of the invention of matter synthesizers, a great deal of emphasis is still placed on cooking and preparing meals.â Spock commented.
âThree cultures?â Laâan asked as she took a bite of squid-like creature on her plate. âHumans, Risians and the first two. Whose the third?â
âVulcans.â He said. âWhen one is a guest in a home, it is tradition to be the one that prepares the morning meal.â
Laâan smiled as she listened to Spock. The man had usually been very reluctant to speak about his home and culture but after a few days together, heâd opened up a lot and been very willing to share numerous anecdotes about Vulcan life.
She shivered as a breeze rushed over the deck. Tonight sheâd chosen to wear the sundress that Una had packed her. It was a beautiful red with a floral pattern and she was slightly jealous that her mentor actually owned something so pretty but right now she was more jealous of Spock who in his Vulcan robes seemed completely unaffected by the cold.
Spock noticed her shiver and stood up from his chair. He slipped the outer layer of the robe off and wrapped it around Laâan. She smiled at him. âThank you but you didnât have to do that. I imagine as a Vulcan, the cold wind affects you more.â
âThat is true but the under layer of my robes will keep me sufficiently warm. That's dress you wear however doesn't seem to provide any protection.â Spock explained. âFurthermore, my understanding on human culture is that in such a situation, it is expected of a man to provide warmth with his jacket or any other kind of garment.â
Laâan lowered her face to suppress a blush. She thought about mentioning how that culture trend really only applied to couples who were dating but thought better of it. Spockâs robes were very comfortable and if she was honest, she really appreciated the gesture.
She noticed that their plates were empty and she got up and headed back to the buffet line to fill them up again. As she worked to fill her tray, she noticed two figures approach. She recognized them as Cardassians. Given how they stumbled their approach, she imagined they were drunk.
âLook at this one Macet.â The first Cardassian said as tried to approach Laâan. âShe looks like sheâd be fun.â
Laâan did her best to ignore them as she departed with her food and headed back to their little corner of the ship. However the second Cardassian blocked her path. âI think youâre right Mvek.â The second Cardassian said as he leaned into her, so close that Laâan could smell the Kanar on him. She tried to back up only to feel the first Cardassian.
âLets see what kind of fun she it.â The first one said as his hand moved down her back. Before it could get lower, Laâan threw her plate at the Cardassian in front of her then slammed her elbow into the manâs chest sending him to the floor.Â
The noise attracted the attention of other patrons including Spock who rushed forward to aide his colleague. Both Cardassians recovered quickly from the attack with the first wrapping his arms around Laâan as the second took the opportunity to land two smacks to her face.
By then Spock had closed the distance and grabbed the man who punched Laâan and threw him across the deck. Laâan then head-butted the man holding her.
As Spock approached the man heâd thrown, he was caught off guard when the Cardassian sent a kick into Spockâs face. He quickly recovered, grabbing the manâs leg, pulling him in close and landing a final punch that knocked the first Cardassian out. Laâan had followed up her head-butt with a hard right hook that send the second Cardassian to the ground, unconscious.
After the ship docked back the the resort, the pair had returned to their quarters where Spock began the work to clean up the mess that was their faces. Spock had a large bruise above his left eye where the Cardassian had kicked him. Laâan meanwhile had several scrapes along with her own eye bruise. Spock had taken one of the rags, dipped it in cold water and was currently wiping off the blood from her face.
âWell that was an interesting dinner.â Laâan said.
âIndeed. Perhaps next time we go out we can take effort to avoid interacting with drunk Cardassians.â Spock replied.
âNext time?â Laâan asked. âTonights our last night here. Enterprise returns tomorrow morning for pickup.â
âThat is true but...â Spock started, taking a breath before continuing. âBut I must admit your presence here has made this vacation very enjoyable. I would very much enjoy the opportunity to try new experiences with you. Perhaps the next time one of us takes leave, the other should accompany them.â
âThat idea has real merit Mr Spock.â Laâan replied. âI must admit I too was nervous about this encounter but I have too enjoyed our time together and would gladly do it again.â
By now Spock had completed cleaning up her face. He stood and prepared to leave. âGoodnight Laâan.â
Before he could leave, he felt her hand wrap around his. âDo you want to stay the night?â She asked, her voice filled with hope that sheâd read him correctly.
His answer came when he crashed his lips down on her.Â
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When theyâd beamed back aboard, their bruises hadn't fully healed letting Captain Pike and Una get a full display of the damage done during the fight the night before.
âSo was the vacation restful?â Una asked worriedly.
âIt was quite refreshingâ Laâan smiled as if her face was covered in bruises and scrapes.
âA very successful vacation indeed.â Spock added, he too ignoring the similar gashes on his face.
The pair walked out of the transporter room and they headed for their quarters to change leaving their bewildered commanders behind trying to figure out how bruised faces and restful vacation could cohabit the same plane of existence.
If you're still taking requests, how about the one where you tell us how that scene in ep7 "serene squall" would have turned out if La'an was in Chapel's place? (@muchadoaboutstartrek here)
Spock stood on the bridge silently seething. T'Pring was about to release Sybok to Angel and right now there was nothing he could do. Even with La'an at his side they both were outnumbered on the bridge and unarmed. Fighting back would be pointless and he hadn't been able to convince T'Pring to destroy Enterprise. He took a glance at La'an and for a second really started to notice her beauty. She'd always kept herself prim and professional, like him but now she looked different. The fighting on the ship had knocked several of her braids loose and they let her dark brown hair cascade down her shoulders.
Suddenly an idea popped in his head. He needed to give T'Pring an out and La'an presence gave him that option.
He turned to face La'an and spoke. "I apologize in advance for any liberties I take, please follow my lead."
He turned back to T'Pring as La'an face filled with confusion. "What the hell was Spock planning?" She wondered.
"Wait T'Pring." Spock said turning to his fiancĂŠ. "You were right. I owe you an apology."
"Right, about what?" She asked, her vulcan face still as inpassive as ever but with a tiny hint of confusion.
"I have been giving into my human side, more so than I wish to admit." He said sounding more honest than he had planned. "I cannot deny the emotions in me anymore."
"Spock you are failing to communicate effectively." T'Pring remarks trying to get her fiancĂŠ back to speaking logically.
Spock turned to face La'an and started to feel a great deal of guilt for what he was about to say. "LT La'an and I..."
La'an caught on to where Spock was going. "He's trying to say we've been having an affair." She couldn't believe this had been Spock's plan. It was so outlandish. The idea of a Vulcan having an affair seemed completely illogical. Even more so, the idea that she and Spock would be together?! That was even more outlandish.
"What?" T'Pring asked, her Vulcan calm shattered by this news.
"We're in love." La'an added trying to sound convincing. "I'm sorry.
Captain Angel meanwhile was cracking up in the background. "You're kidding, you really expect her to believe this. Obviously its a ruse to convince you not to make the transfer."
"No! I..." Spock began before he realized words would not be adequate for this. He took La'an's shoulders and squared them up with his before he pulled her in for a kiss.
For a second La'an was shocked. Spock was kissing her and passionate at that! She tensed due to the initial shock especially when she felt his hands wrap around her waist and neck. However she just as quickly relaxed and allowed herself to be drawn into Spock's embrace as she too wrapped her arms around his neck. All her previous thoughts about the absurdity of this scheme went out the window as she too kissed Spock letting the passion of their encounter visible for all to see.
As they broke from the kiss, La'an gave Spock a small smile as she refused to fully disentangle herself from the embrace she and Spock were currently in.
"You guys are fun." CPT Angel commented, clearly still not buying their story. "T'Pring feel free to beam over here I'm sure you could resolve this in a minute."
"Given this new information Spock." T'Pring replied, some bitterness in her voice. "It is only logical that we terminate our mating bond."
"I understand." Spock admitted, feeling somewhat guilty for having to do this but also somewhat relieved as well.
He raised his hand in Vulcan fashion. "T'Pring parted from me and never parted."
"Never and always touching and untouched" She continued.
"I sever what was." He continued.
"With these words Spock, you are free of our bond." She finished, her bitterness replaced with evident sadness.
"I hold it broken." Spock finished letting himself feel the sadness of the end of his relationship with T'Pring finally come to pass.
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CPT Angel hadn't been happy and had tried to order the pirate crew to fire on T'Pring's ship but CPT Pike showed up in the nick of time to shutout the crew from the ship's systems.
The crew was taken into custody after Angel escaped, the Enterprise's original crew came back aboard and they were now heading back to Federation space.
La'an was currently on the Bridge working on her console. The pirates who'd taken over had messed up her console settings and she was working on reseting them back to her standard. As she looked up from the controls, she'd realized that Spock's console was currently occupied by female Trill she'd seen on the night shift, in fact she'd been occupying that console since T'Pring departed with Spock nowhere in sight.
She got up from her console and quietly approached Number One listening to her sigh at another one of Pike's poor pirate impressions. "Una, where's Spock at? I haven't seen him since you all came back aboard." She whispered
Una turned to her friend and whispered back. "Spock requested the rest of the day off. He said he wasn't feeling well."
La'an was perplexed. Spock never took time off work. Hell, Pike had been forced to order him to take leave the last time they'd been on Risa. "That not like Spock."
"No kidding." Una agreed. "Maybe you should stop by and see what's bothering him." She suggested in a tone that La'an couldn't place.
"Why me?" She asked feeling suspicious.
"Oh no reason." Una smiled.
La'an wanted to continue pressing on Una's motives but she decided against it. Her mentor had always been somewhat unreadable for her, something that irritated her to no end. So instead she decided to depart the bridge and head for crew quarters.
Spock's quarters were only a few rooms down from her own. She pressed the chime on the door and Spock answered it a second later.
"Lieutenant, is there something I can do for you?" He asked.
La'an opened her mouth but nothing came out. She'd agreed to come down to his quarters without the slightest idea what she was going to say. Adding to her distraction was that Spock was not wearing his uniform shirt anymore, having replaced it with a tight fitting undershirt that clung to his muscles tightly. Eventually she settled with something. "I wanted to check in with you after the mission."
"I am quite fine." Spock lied and La'an could tell. "I don't not see why you felt the need to ask me this."
La'an pressed. "Our last mission was definitely... different than previous assignments.
"Indeed." Spock replied dryly.
La'an sighed. "That kiss was... something else." She admitted, both to him and herself.
"T'Pring felt so as well." Spock said ruefully. "We officially terminated our mating bond."
La'an eyes went wide. Even with how charged their embrace had been, she never expected T'Pring would act this way. "Why?"
Spock took a breath before speaking. "She told me that she didn't believe the passion I showed was fake. That I could only commit to the kiss that I did if on some level I truly did... have feelings for you."
He paused. "And I believe she was right."
La'an was in shock. "Oh..." Was all she could say.
"I apologize if my admission has caused you any distress." He quickly added.
She moved closer to him and put her hand on his chest. The act seems to stop his words before he began rambling. "Spock I think she might have been right."
Spock gave her one of his classic vulcan looks and this seems to cause her to ramble. "I mean, I can't say I haven't considered such a thing before now especially after that kiss I mean I was thinking about it for..."
She was cut off by Spock bringing his lips down on hers and kissing her again. She let herself be pulled into the embrace.
Eventually they broke it apart. "Perhaps we should find out together if what we shared on the bridge was real."
"I'd like that." La'an smiled and this time, she pulled him in for the kiss.
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So I started rewatching Stargate SG-1, specially the episode Window of Opportunity (again) and I got this amazing idea for a Spock x Laâan story where the crew gets stuck in a time loop and of course, hijinks ensue. Hope you all like it!
If someone had told Spock heâd eventually get tired of scientific missions heâd have said they were being illogical but now he was certain theyâd been right all along.
Some time ago, the Enterprise had picked up a chroniton surge from a planet near Deep Space K-7, subsequent investigation of the ruins on the planet hadnât revealed much until Erica Ortegas accidently activated the altar at the center of the settlement. Theyâd failed to disable it and as a result, the two of them had been stuck in a time loop, one that recurred every 12 hours.
Each loop was always the same. Theyâd attempt to explain the situation to the crew, Doctor MâBenga would be called in to assess if they were both insane or not before Captain Pike eventually acquiesced and allowed them to try and undue the loop through translating the ruins. Unfortunately, the templeâs dialect was complex and even Uhura could only translate a small amount in each loop and most of their time was spent trying to recall what theyâd learnt in the previous loops and writing it down.
The constant repetition had broken Erica several loops ago and Spock was close behind. They were now about 2/3rds of the way through what seemed like their thousandth loop. Spock finished adding the last data he recalled and passing off to Ortegas. He took a seat and let out a very audible sigh.
Una gave Spock a surprised look. Sheâd known Spock since heâd first come aboard the ship and this was the first time sheâd seen him exhibit a very obvious display of exasperation. âHow many loops have we been though?â She asked.
Spock sighed. âI stopped counting after about the eightieth loop.â
âI canât imagine how bad that must be.â Una grimaced.
âIt is indeed very frustrating.â Spock replied.
âBut it might be an interesting opportunity.â Uhura added.
âWell if you know everything is going to reset every 12 hours, you could do anything for as long as you wanted and never have to be worried about the ramifications of your actions.â Uhura explained.
Suddenly an idea popped in Spockâs head. He turned to face Ortegas whom it seemed shared the same idea. They both quietly put down their PADDs and walked out of the room without a word to anyone as the two officers pondered what they should do first.
At first theyâd separated to partake in their hijinks. Ortegas had taken a shuttle out on several loops to practice the Kolvoord Starburst maneuver, a dangerous flight maneuver sheâd attempted while at Starfleet Academy. Whilst Spock had decided to use the time to catch up on reading the books on human sex that TâPring had mentioned.
When the two decided to spend a few loops having fun together was when the real craziness happened. The pair had decided to prank every senior officer on the ship. Ortegas had to admit that she was surprised by how creative Spockâs pranks had actually been, his logical mind evidently just as skilled and finding ways to mess with people as it was with analyzing the mysteries of space.
 Theyâd stolen Dr MâBengaâs tribble and let it multiply to the point that the ship was overwhelmed trying to contain them. Another loop theyâd called Red Alert during the night shift, enjoying the sight of the entire command crew fumbling onto the bridge half dressed or in pajamas. Her favorite had been shaving off Captain Pikeâs hair in the middle of the night leaving him completely bald. Sheâd even convinced Spock to wear it as a wig on the bridge just as the loop was about to reset.
However even hijinks got boring and Ortegas was ready to get back to undoing the loop. âYou want to loop again?â She asked incredulously.
âThere is one final activity I wish to use the loop for.â Spock admitted. âOnce it is complete I will return to assisting with the translation.â
Erica shrugged and let him go about his business. Spock turned and headed straight for the nearest turbolift. He was relieved she hadnât tried to follow. For he was absolutely certain if she knew, sheâd never let him live it down.
 âComputer time?â He asked.
âThe time is currently 0827.â The computer replied.
âThree minutes left.â He whispered.
âBridge.â He called and the turbolift began its movement upwards.
When it opened a few seconds later, he scanned the bridge for the person he was looking for and within a moment, he found her. Laâan.
She was currently pacing around her console as one of the engineers was working on repairing it. Even now Spock couldnât deny how beautiful she was. She radiated confidence and strength matched with incredible grace. Never since their mind meld following the Gorn attack, heâd been much more aware of how attractive she was and he imagined she wasnât blind to notice the different way he looked at her.
He in turn had noticed that she too had noticed a change in her since the mind meld. Their relationship was always professional before the attack but now Spock had felt... something. But he couldn't put a finger on what it way. The interactions between them had become softer, with more emotion but neither of them had taken the next step.
He quickly realized his time was running out. Deciding it was now or never, he confidently walked over to Laâan, his added presence getting hers, as well as the entire bridgeâs attention. âLaâan.â He spoke, getting her to turn around.
âSpock...â Laâan began but she stopped when she felt his hand behind her head as he pulled her in her in for a kiss. It took her a second to realize that yes, Spock was indeed kissing her, in public and in front of the entire command crew. Her shock quickly gave way as she melted into his arms and decided to kiss him back. In that moment, she didnât care that the entire command crew could see them. She was just happy the man she was falling for felt the same way about him. They continued to kiss for the few seconds remaining till the loop reset.
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It took a few more loops but they eventually figured out how to shut down the machine. The answer had actually been remarkably simple and Spock was somewhat annoyed it took so long for them to figure it out.
He was currently sitting at the mess hall reviewing the notes they compiled on the site when he noticed Una, Erica and Laâan walk up to his table and sit down.
âSo Spock we need you to settle a question for us.â Laâan asked.
He put down his PADD. âGo on.â
âHow many loops do you think we were in?â Erica asked. âIâm guessing we did at least a few hundred but Laâan thinks it couldn't possible have been that many.â
âI cannot say for certain.â Spock admitted. âI myself lost track by the eightieth loop. Though I doubt we were stuck for more than 150 loops.â
Laâan smirked at Erica clearly pleased her assessment was the one Spock supported.
Una then chimed in. â150 loops. Thatâs incredible. In all that time, were either of you ever tempted to do something crazy?â
âDefine crazy.â Spock asked hesitantly.
Una shrugged. âHey no judgement. But you were stuck in a loop where everything reset every 12 hours. You couldâve done anything you wanted and never have had to face consequences.â
Spock took a sip of the water he had been nursing praying that Erica hadnât said anything. âTo use such time for hijinks instead of resolving the loop wouldâve been illogical.â He answered, dodging the question.
Erica just smirked and stood up, walking behind Spock. âYes and we all know Mr Spock is so logical. He would never take advantage of a situation like that. Like say by timing the end of one of the loops to plant a pretty passionate kiss on someone special.â
Spock nearly choked on the glass of water heâd been drinking at the moment. âShe saw.â He though as Erica chuckled and walked away leaving Spock alone with two fellow officers staring at him incredulously. He knew that look on their faces. The two of them were not going to let him leave till heâd told them exactly what Erica was talking about.
And if history repeated itself, theyâd find out.
The Roci was burning towards the Ring Gate. With the Free Navy conflict ended, the crew had begun taking up security contracts for the new Transport Union, mostly to protect supply ships from pirates. Currently the'd gotten a contract to escort a fleet of colony ships to a new world in the gate network.
Currently it was night time aboard the ship and most of the crew was asleep except Amos whom was on the night shift. After making sure the radar was working properly and would alert them of inbound ships, he'd taken to spending time running some maintenance to keep awake.
As he worked he noticed the distinct sound of magnetic boots clanking up the stairs to the bridge. He turned from his work to see Clarissa Mao, her hair untied and cascading down her shoulders.
"Peaches, you're up late." Amos commented.
She sighed. "My mind won't let me sleep tonight. I figured I'd at least get some work done in the interim."
Amos gave her a smile and handed her a wrench and told her to get started on some of the repairs. He knew better than to pry into what was keeping her up. He never really knew the best way to broach those subjects and Clarissa usually would open up on her often, when she was ready.
They'd been working on repairs for over an hour with very few words between them until finally Clarissa put her tools down and said something that got Amos' attention. "I was dreaming about Julie."
Amos stopped his repair work as she continued to speak. "The last time we spoke was just after her last racing tournament. She and dad got into a big fight before she told us she was leaving for good. I chased her outside."
Tears started to flow from her eyes. "I was so mad at her and I said so many horrible things to her."
Amos walked to her and gently wrapped his hand in hers. He then led her to the nearest chair. He sat down and led her to sit on his lap.
She curled herself up in his chest and kept speaking. "I wish I'd never pushed her away. She died thinking I hated her"
Amos wrapped his arms around her. "But you didn't. And you don't. Plus she was your sister. She knew you loved her"
"She was such a good person. She was the best person in our family." Clarissa said.
Amos began rubbing circles on Clarissa's back. "And if she could've seen what you've done now, she'd feel the same way about you."
Amos could feel the tension in Clarissa's body drop. She continued to rest her head against his chest. As Amos looked down, he could see that her eyes were closed and a small smile was on her lips. He smiled and brought a small kiss down on the top of her head. Maybe in an hour when she was deep asleep he'd move her back to her quarters but for now he was perfectly content to let her stay where she was. Besides, she looked pretty comfortable anyways.