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Oliver - Chapters 5-8

Some scenery and dialogue are direct from or have been inspired y Star Trek TOS. I do not own Star Trek TOS. The information on carbon fiber was found in an article on Google. No copyright intended.

WARNING: Death and Depression

Chapter 5

"Dr. McCoy!" Scotty yelled. He was still trying to get a hold of the ship's surgeon. He'd been trying ever since the reception was interrupted. "Lt. Uhura, you're in charge." Scotty declared standing up.

"Yes, Sir," she said, and left her post for the big chair.

"Where are you going?" Sulu asked.

"I'm gettin' The Galileo n' goin' down there after 'em," with that he entered the turbolift. "Floor F." The turbolift moved down until it came to a smooth stop. He stepped out and made his way down the hall.

He pushed the button on the wall panel and the doors opened exposing The Galileo, one of the Enterprise's shuttlecrafts. He hopped in and closed the door.

"Alrigh' ol' girl, let's go save the Captain, Mr. Spock and Doctor McCoy." The Galileo started to hover and the big doors at the front of the room opened. It started to move forward with Scotty at the wheel. He flew out into open space determined to find them, and prayed that they were OK.

Chapter 6

"Is everyone OK?" Bones asked as he got up.

"I have suffered no significant damage," Spock replied rising from the ground and pulling his Captain up.

"I'm fine," said Kirk. "Except for my ankle." Bones helped take Jim.

"So much for a relaxing shore leave," Bones commented

"Why isn't there a fire?"

"What'd ya mean, Jim?"

"That thing was on fire. If it hit the ground, then why isn't anything else burning?"

"I don't know, unless it landed in..." McCoy slowly raised his head to look at Jim directly.

"The water..." Jim finished. He turned his head to his right to look at Spock. "What'd you think, Spock?"

"Considering the size, coordinates and velocity, there would seem to be a fair possibility of the projectile landing in the water."

"Go to the river," Jim said, and Spock and Bones helped him hop the distance. The sound of running water eventually got louder. Soon enough, the river was in view. "Look!" Jim pointed to the top of the waterfall and there it was, flames out and all. It floated closer and closer to the edge until it went over the edge.

Kirk, Spock and McCoy were soaked.

"Get it," said Jim.

Spock and Bones set him down on a near-by boulder. Bones and Spock walked into the river and walked further until they had to swim.

"I will retrieve it, Doctor," Spock said. "Vulcans are three times stronger than humans."

"Now wait just one minute, you green blooded-!"

"Doctor, before you continue, ask yourself this question, 'are you thinking scientifically or emotionally?'” The First Officer swam to shore with the object at hand before Bones could. It was a lot lighter than Spock had predicted and easily brought it to Kirk. That's when The Galileo landed. Its doors opened and out came a very grateful Scotty. Bones swam out of the water and set foot on dry land.

"Aw, thank Heaven yer all alrigh'. Wet, but alrigh'... What's that?" He asked pointing to the object.

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Kirk replied.

"Well bring it aboard and we'll investigate." Spock lifted the object and took it inside. Jim grabbed onto Bones and Scotty for support.

"Twisted ankle," Bones explained as they got in. They sat him down in front of Bones. Kirk looked over to the object examining it, as Bones wrapped an adhesive wrap around his ankle. Once McCoy was finished, Kirk asked for the object and Spock brought it closer to him.

Scotty took the pilot's position at the front and took off. The planet got a little smaller as The Enterprise grew a lot bigger. He noticed something as The Galileo smoothly landed back inside his ship.

"I don't believe it," Kirk said. "This is from The Exploration."

Chapter 7

"It is indeed from The Exploration," agreed Spock back in the Sickbay. Bones ordered Jim to rest on a bed while they examine the object. "It appears to be a hand-made escape pod."

"You think anyone could be in there?" Jim asked. McCoy had no hesitation in attempting to pry it open. Spock, on the other hand, stared at McCoy as he switched a lock and the door slowly opened on its own.

There was someone inside. He was in a blue uniform (nothing was on his sleeves) with his head down. Doctor McCoy took out his medical scanner and ran it over the person inside. McCoy's eyes widened.

"You're not gonna believe this, Jim, but ... he's alive!"

"What?!" exclaimed Kirk.

"He's in a coma, but he's alive! Spock! Help me get him into a bed!" When they lifted him, they realized how short he was and that he had a backpack on. Kirk, who was sitting on a bed and being the only one who was not lifting him, gently took it off. Spock and McCoy placed him down in the bed next to Kirk "Look!" McCoy exclaimed and instantly set up his ratings.

Spock and Jim turned their attention to the unconscious man and discovered that it was no man at all, but a boy! The rumored child on The Exploration! "No permanent damage. Only a few broken bones," he took note. He grabbed a stockinet, cast padding and plaster cast and wrapped them around his right arm and left leg. Then he put on a brace on his ribs.

"Spock," Kirk said. "What is that escape pod made of?"

"It appears to be today's carbon fiber, Captain. Fire proof, water proof and extremely strong, but also weighs little, enabling it to protect the being inside upon impact. Logical for use as an escape pod."

"So you're saying that's how he survived with little damage?"

"Precisely, Captain."

"But then, why is he in a coma?"

"The impact, Captain. The carbon fiber kept him alive, but failed to completely protect him."

"No brain damage either," McCoy suddenly added. "Lucky, very lucky."

“Mr. Spock, since his brain isn’t damaged, how about a mind meld?” Spock walked to the head of the boy and placed his hands on his head. After a minute, Spock removed his hands. “What is it, Spock?” Jim asked.

“He is dreaming he is still on the ship. He is seeing everyone he has ever known and is constantly thinking about one man and one woman in particular.” Jim decided to start searching the bag. He put his hand up as a signal for Spock and McCoy to stop what they were doing when he found a zipper hidden in its side. He unzipped and pulled out a recorded tape.

"Spock," he said putting down the bag. "Play this."

Spock took it from Jim and slid it into the 3-sided computer. When it started there was a man with a woman next to him and in her arms was a sleeping baby wrapped in a blue blanket. The blanket matched the adults' shirts. Their sleeves had designs in them symbolling they were of rank. The man spoke first.

"I 'm Robert Codmar; Chief Medical Officer of the Starship Exploration." Jim felt bittersweet seeing his dead friend on screen. he wished he could stop time and reminisce about his childhood best friend, but the tape continued.

"My name is Gianna Codmar; First Science Officer of the Starship Exploration. Robert and I are married and this is our son, Oliver."

"If you're watching this, it means that our starship has been destroyed and you found our son in one of the escape pods my wife made. It also means my wife and I were unable to escape and are dead."

"We are begging you, please take care of our baby! Don't let Starfleet know! Just take good care of him, please!" Gianna started to cry. Upon hearing his mother cry, Oliver also began to cry. Gianna rocked her baby, trying to stifle his tears as Robert made a soft shushing sound.

"It's OK Honey; hopefully no one will ever have to see this," he said gently hugging her and his boy. The tape stopped there.

“Captain,” said Spock, “the man and woman in the tape were the man and woman that he was thinking of.” Kirk reached over and took the boy's hand.

"Spock, how long ago did The Exploration take off?"

"Thirteen years ago, Captain."

"Bones, how old is he?" McCoy pulled out his medical scanner again. He scanned for what felt like ages as its whirring filled up the room.

"Eleven. He's eleven-years-old."

"Then Gianna wasn't already pregnant when the Exploration took off. He was born and conceived on that ship."

"An illegal child, it would be logical to give him to Starfleet."

"You pointed eared hobgoblin! This has never happened before! Who knows what Starfleet would do?! Besides, we'd have to stop the mission."

"Not necessarily, Doctor," Spock argued. "We have been in space for approximately twenty-eight-point-three-nine days. The child would be able to survive in a shuttlecraft for that long, under supervision, of someone we can afford to lose, until taken to Starfleet where he or she will reside with him until told to do otherwise by The Federation."

Jim wasn't sure how to respond to all this. If they took him, it would cause chaos in The Federation, as they'd be searching every ship for children. On the other hand, Spock was right. It would be, as much as Jim hated the word, logical to turn him in, concerning their five-year mission. Although he didn't want to deny Robert and Gianna of their last request either. He needed to think.

"Mr. Spock, you may report to the Captain's chair for duty." Spock and McCoy stopped their arguing.

"Yes, Sir," Spock replied after a moment and left.

* * *

Later on that night, after Jim was asleep, Bones gently took the bag and looked through it. He found two things: a big green book that said, "FAMILY" on the cover in golden letters, and a stuffed lion toy. McCoy took out the stuffed animal and wrapped it in Oliver's arm. He thought he saw the boy smile slightly at this. Bones smiled back and gently tussled his chocolate-brown hair.

"Goodnight, Oliver," he whispered and quietly crept back to his quarters for some sleep.

Chapter 8

Days earlier, The Exploration had been a well and healthy ship. It was more than a ship to young Oliver though, it was home. He was born and raised on that ship; he had never even seen earth in person. He came running into the bridge passing the Captain.

"Hey, Buddy," Captain Neilson, his godfather, said to him. He just turned, smiled and nodded at him.

"Hey, Mom," Oliver greeted the First Science Officer.

"Hi, Oliver," replied the brown- haired woman turning around in her chair.

"Wanna play chess?" He asked eagerly. Gianna frowned.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I’m too busy right now. How about you go ask your father if he can do something with you."

"Oh," Oliver sounded disappointed. "Can we play later?"

"I promise." Oliver lightened up at this and went to the turbolift.

"Sickbay," he said and it started moving down. He really hoped his dad could do something. He didn't get to spend as much time with his parents as he'd have liked with them being key officers and all; but when he did get to do something with one of them, those moments were some of the happiest of his life.

The doors slowly opened and he ran down the hall.

"Hey, Dad!" Oliver said walking into Sickbay.

"Hey, kiddo! What'cha up to?"

"Well, Mom's busy so I thought we could do something."

"Well, I'm free until someone shows up; for once this place is empty. What'cha wanna do? Chess?" It was at that moment the red lights blinked on and off and the "Red Alert" alarm went off. "Oliver, go to your quarters."

Oliver left and ran for his room. He knew these battles never lasted long and they always won. His ship might be the least famous ship in the galaxy, but his ship could fight. And that, he was proud of.

Throughout the halls, crewmen were reporting to their battle stations. Oliver just watched them as the doors to his quarters closed behind them. He sat on his bed wondering how long the battle would last. He fell asleep, holding his stuffed lion, Gabriel, in his arms. He'd had the lion since he was a baby and his parents named it Gabriel because it meant "strong."

He woke again just in time to hear the announcement from Captain Neilson.

"Attention! This is Captain Neilson." Oliver listened for the word of their victory. "Aliens have boarded this ship, they will destroy it. Many of us are already dead. We will-!"

There was a loud crunching sound accompanied by his scream. Dead silence followed. Captain Neilson was dead.

Oliver, afraid, ran to his desk and pulled his backpack off it. He remembered what his parents had always taught him; if the ship was ever going down, to get his backpack. He never knew why though.

He unzipped it at the bed and stuffed Gabriel in; they never said he couldn't pack anything. When he was about to zip it back up, something caught his eye. A big, green book with the word, "FAMILY," written on its cover in golden lettering. His photo album. He grabbed it and stuffed it in. He put on the bag and ran for the door.

The halls greeted him with chaos. People were running, screaming, hurt and dying. Not to mention those already dead. He forced his way in, running right; fighting against his crew members.

"Mom?!" He called. "Dad?!" Nothing except for loudening screams. And that's when he saw it: a huge, scaly, green, monstrous, lizard-like Gorn. Gorns also had ships, so if there was one here, there was more throughout the Exploration. Oliver didn't know the creature he was staring at and didn't care what it was. All he cared about was that it was on his ship. It was killing people. The Gorn stared back at Oliver's eyes and charged.

"Aaah!" He turned and ran; the Gorn followed behind. His heart raced and his breath became shallow and fast as he dodged his crew members. He panicked and sprinted and panicked some more. He nearly had a heart attack when he felt arms wrap around his torso and pull him into the Sickbay.

"Oliver!" His mother cried, but he was in his father's grasp.

"We're getting you outta here! We have to stay and fight."

"No!" Oliver squirmed. "You can't! You'll die!"

"We have to Oliver," his mother said.

"No!" Oliver yelled, being passed to his mother's arms so Robert could prepare a hypo.

"There's no other way," his father replied calmly.

"No! We can make it," Oliver cried, angry yet sad tears in his eyes.

"We're sorry, Oliver," his mother said sadly as his father walked over to him with a hypo in his hand.

"But it has to be this way," Robert finished and stuck the hypo into Oliver's arm. Oliver screamed in protest, but soon was unconscious. He was like a dead weight in Gianna's arms. The CMO threw the hypospray to the ground and helped his wife pick up their only son, lifting him over his shoulder. They ran out.

"We have to get to the escape pod! It's in Engineering," she shouted. They looked at their friends and knew that soon they too would die, but not Oliver; Oliver would survive.

"We have to get to the escape pod! It's in Engineering," she shouted. They looked at their friends and knew that soon they too would die, but not Oliver; Oliver would survive. "Robert!" she screamed as a Gorn pulled her into a long, dark hall.

"Giana!" He yelled getting ready to attack the alien with Oliver on his shoulder.

"Robert! No! Don’t worry about me! Save Oliver! You hear me?! Save- AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!" she screamed as the Gorn crushed her. Robert could hear her bones breaking.

“No,” he said as a tear fell down his cheek. “No.” As much as it pained him, he started running again.

They reached engineering. There was no one in there except for dead bodies. The whole room was destroyed. The Gorns had already been there. He hoped that the escape pod Giana made was OK. He made his way over to the lock on the wall, and punched in the code: five-one-eight-two-zero-one-five.

A door appeared on the wall at the activation of the code. It slowly opened, revealing an untouched escape pod; big enough for just one person. He flipped the switch by the pod's door and it slid open.

Robert lowered Oliver inside, sat him up on the seat and buckled him in. He punched in the coordination of the nearest planet. It was only discovered a few months ago, but the atmosphere was breathable and it was out of Gorn territory. He looked at his son and whispered his goodbye.

He pressed the activation button, closed the door and locked it. The floor beneath the escape pod opened and it fell down a tube that would lead the pod and Oliver into space.

Robert heard a Gorn come in and turned around to face it. “Do your worst.” The Gorn picked large scraps of metal and threw it right into the matter-anti matter unit. Oliver was already flying away in his escape pod when The Exploration exploded.

#WARNING: Death and Depression #Oliver #non tickling #OC

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deforrestdraper · 7 years

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Remember when I said all my faves are alcoholics?

(Takes place before Mirror, Mirror.)

Drowning

Leonard McCoy knew he was functioning about as well as could be expected for someone who had absolutely no business being in space in the first place. He knew, logically, that the only form of transportation statistically safer than space travel was beaming from one location to the next—and wasn’t that a laugh. There simply wasn’t anything in space to collide with, no vehicles that weren’t operated by highly trained personnel. He had a better chance killing himself walking the halls of the corridors tripping over his own two feet than he was to die in some horrific accident out in the vacuum of space. And yet—

And yet, he knew what the vacuum of space could do to a body, what kind of radiation was out there, what kind of disasters could result from a little bit of trouble with the warp core. He had to know about them, because he was the one expected to undo the damage and save lives should they ever happen to anyone on the ship.

So he managed about as well as anyone else who had gotten this far out before realizing that space probably wasn’t the best line of work for them. At his age—and anyone else on the ship with a similar problem, but he kept those safely and confidently in his own medical files—there wasn’t much option by the way of career choice. He’d worked too long and too hard to be a doctor, and he was in the service now whether he liked it or not.

Sometimes, he needed a mild tranquilizer to push back the dread, or a light stimulant to force his mind to focus on the work, but never more than he prescribed anyone else, never more than strictly necessary, never enough to qualify as a problem when he tallied and submitted the monthly inventory report. Never enough that it couldn’t be chalked up to the regular needs of any surgeon who was technically on-call 24/7.

Which is how it came to be that when he needed to relax on his off-duty hours, he poured himself a glass. One was usually enough, two if his mind wouldn’t let it go that they were in the macro equivalent of a tin can screaming through space—don’t think about it, Len, don’t think about it. Sometimes, though, something would just set him off, like the ensign today who had come in with a minor exposure injury after “forgetting” to wear a pressure suit beneath his walk suit—and Leonard would be tearing Scotty a new one later about enforcing basic safety procedures—when he’d set out in a space walk to repair some minor damage that had caused a bit of buckling in one of the bulkheads.

Leonard had been fine, at first, safe in his Med Bay far from any of the outer layers of the ship, but later, alone in his cabin, with a view straight to the stars through a porthole he really wished hadn’t been put there, not knowing what section the damaged bulkhead had been in, not knowing when the last time his may have been inspected, not knowing if any moment now, a fissure that had been invisible to the naked eye would rupture and he’d be blown out into space like so much debris and Leonard caught himself pacing his cabin like he was trying to put off weight, that he set aside a hypospray charged with a chemical that would counteract the alcohol’s effects should something happen and his services were required, and knowing that he had been scheduled the next two days off, he drank.

It should have been fine. They were sitting in a starless expanse, even by the massive scales set by space itself, studying what existed in vast swathes of nothing. They were deep in Federation space, lightyears away from anyone or anything else. It was the kind of mission where you expected more injuries from boredom idleness than anything else.

4 hours and one Romulan encounter later, Leonard was swaying in his quarters, administering a second dose of the antihol because one wasn’t working well enough this time, and waiting for the effects to fully register in his system before, without changing back into his uniform, he was back in the business of saving lives. His hands were steady, his decisions correct and competent, his reaction times superb, and his breath smelling of moonshine from the amount that was still trying to digest in his gut.

It wasn’t the first time, and Leonard knew it probably wouldn’t be the last, but it was obvious enough that after everything was secure again and no one was fighting back the dark curtain of death, that Jim came down to speak with him. At least he had the grace to see him in Leonard’s office with the door shut.

“Bones,” Jim began, tentatively, struggling in and out of captain-mode in such a way that Leonard wasn’t sure if he was here in an official capacity or not.

Leonard kept his back to his “medicinal” liquor cabinet and decided to give the conversation a small push. “Jim, is this about what I was doing before I came back to sick bay?”

A kind of relief pushed at the corners of Jim’s face, perhaps at knowing they were both on the same page without having to say it, without having to push the damning question. “I’m told this wasn’t the first time.”

“Need I remind you that I was also off duty?” Leonard asked easily, always feeling lighter after a successful shift, scheduled or not. “A man’s entitled to a little drink now and then.” The words felt like a misstep before they’d even left his tongue.

“A little drink? Christine said you were smashed.” Christine, not Nurse Chapel—the talk was off the record, and Leonard intended to keep it that way.

“And I was also supposed to be off for two days! If it were anyone else—”

“It wasn’t anyone else, Bones!” Jim proceeded with the argument Leonard had started. “It was my Chief Medical Officer, who I might need in an emergency at any time—”

“Exactly!” It was the point he’d hoped Jim would make. “No one else on this ship is expected to be fit for duty at any given moment, just the Chief Surgeon. Everyone else has someone in the chain of command who can take over in an emergency, but medical personnel are expected to be ready to go at the drop of a hat.” Jim looked like he hadn’t considered so much, and Leonard made a show of rubbing a hand down his face. “Look, Jim, I’ll admit I had two days off and I had no reason to believe I’d need to be called in, so I let myself get a little drunk. But I was also ready to come in when you needed me. I did do my job and I can do my job, but you can’t expect me not to relax once in a while if you’re not going to hold the rest of the ship to the same standards. Does that sound fair?”

Leonard thought it was nothing short of a miracle that Jim had let him get it all out like that without challenging him on any point, but the bigger miracle yet, was the understanding smile. “That sounds fair,” Jim conceded. “I’m sorry, Bones.”

Relief spread through Leonard’s body almost as quickly as the impending hangover was. “And I’m sorry, Jim, for putting you in this position in the first place.”

“It happens to the best of us.” Jim took two steps toward the door, stopped, pivoted. “Just to be sure, I want to hear you say it. Do you have a problem?”

The look on Jim’s face was so gentle, so kind, that Leonard felt the regret deep in the pit of his stomach even as he kept every hint of deception clear from his face. “I don’t have a problem.”

A couple hours of paperwork and a looming headache the size of Jupiter later, Leonard made it back to his cabin, exhausted and hoping to be unconscious before the last of the moonshine finished metabolizing in his system and his hangover could begin in earnest. He could always counteract the effects medicinally, but he felt that would be taking it one step too far. Negating the effects of the liquor to save lives was one thing, canceling out the resulting hangover for his own comfort was something else entirely. He’d made his bed, and he was determined to lie in it—face-down this time, apparently.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d laid like that—not long enough to drift off to sleep, that was for sure—before a chime rang through his quarters. He ignored it; it came again, and a minute or so later, again.

Leonard groaned and pulled himself into a sitting position. “Enter.” The door slid open to reveal Spock, who stepped through immediately and allowed the door to shut behind him. Of course it was Spock. No one else would just stand there for who knows how long ringing the bell without backing down but Spock. Leonard scrounged up the last of his patience. “Listen, Spock, I’m exhausted, and I’m off duty. Whatever it is, it can wait for tomorrow.”

If Spock got the hint, he ignored it. “Doctor, I have received some disturbing reports about your health as of late.”

Leonard let out a slow breath, forcing his brain to kick back up into a gear that could handle this conversation. If Jim had been aware of his problem, then of course Spock would be. As First Officer, in charge of all crew and command issues, and being Spock of all people, Spock would be aware more than Jim should have been. “Is this on the record?”

“No, not as of yet.”

“Alright, sit down, Spock” Leonard pressed a hand against a temple and rubbed briefly. Off the record was something at least. His official reputation remained in tact, no matter what rumors circulated about him. “Then about those disturbing reports?”

Acknowledging the invitation and the fact that Leonard had no intention of leaving his bed entirely, Spock sat next to him on the bed, and both of them stared forward, determined not to look at each other. “Doctor, it has come to my attention that you may be suffering from an illness.”

Leonard could never tell if sticking to titles without names meant anything when it came to Spock, but he didn’t intend on making things easy for the Vulcan. “And what illness would that be?”

“Substance abuse disorder, specifically alcoholism.” Hearing it stated so plainly when Leonard had been lying to himself about it so far, gave him enough pause that Spock was able to press on unchallenged. “While this disease has not affected your medical ability to any measurable degree at this time, it has impacted your interpersonal relationships with both friends and shipmates. I have observed that not only have you have become increasingly reticent as of late, but that your temper has become shorter as well. It is my intention to address this problem before it becomes a matter of record.”

There was that magic word again: problem. It was a problem, and Leonard knew it no matter how much he tried to sweep it under the rug. In the beginning, it had been manageable, most likely. Thinking back on recent months, he had been hanging back from the rec room in favor of his own quarters, he had been taking a sip when nerves had started getting to him, he had let slip a xenophobic insult or two Spock’s way when he hadn’t been totally up to snuff. As usual, Spock’s logic was damn near bullet-proof.

Spock continued: “Judging from the apparent cycle I have observed, it would seem that your urge to imbibe is in response to a trigger. I have correlated these instances and they seem to most align with high-stress incidents, specifically those that affect the ship as a whole. Would I be correct in assuming that this is in response to feeling overwhelmed in the medical bay? If so, I may be able to request the addition of another surgeon to the staff in order to decrease your workload.”

It dawned on Leonard that Spock was trying to be considerate in his own way. Instead of seeking a replacement, he was offering additional support. Instead of condemning him for a drinking problem, he was offering assistance in understanding and correcting it. “No, Spock, I’m not feeling overwhelmed in sick bay. If I had my way, I’d be spending more time there than here in my quarters.”

Spock folded his hands in his lap. “If work is not the stressor, may I inquire as to what is?”

Leonard took a deep breath, held it, released it. “It’s space.”

“Space?” Spock parroted.

“Yes. I’m terrified of it, Spock. I keep thinking one of these days, something’s going to happen, and I’m going to just die blown out into space—that my body’s going to be drifting lost in that damn vacuum for the rest of eternity.”

“Doctor,” Spock’s voice sounded very patient, “Surely you are aware that space travel is safer than any form of ground travel available on earth at this time.”

“I know that, Spock,” Leonard caught his temper rising and cut it off, “But knowing that and getting over my astrophobia are two entirely different things.”

There was a pause as Spock considered Leonard’s words. “If you are indeed suffering from astrophobia, why did you pursue a career as a doctor in Starfleet?”

“It wasn’t this intense at first,” he admitted with a little defeat. “I feel like every time we have an incident—a battle or an accident—it gets worse.” It sounded logical to Leonard at least.

Spock adjusted his hands so they were laced together in front of him. “Doctor, if you are experiencing a fear of space to this degree, then perhaps—”

“No, Spock,” Leonard cut him off before he could finish the thought. “I want to be here. I can do the most good here. I’m just not adjusting well, that’s all.” Adjusting well was probably not the word for it, considering they had been out in space for over a year now, but if Spock took issue with his wording, he didn’t say as much.

“Then you are determined to stay here on the Enterprise?”

Leonard nodded. “I am.”

Spock sat still—thinking, considering—long enough to make Leonard more than nervous. Then without warning, Spock straightened even more than before. “I may be able to provide assistance for the psychological aspect of your disorder, and I am willing, so long as you address the physical aspects accordingly.”

Leonard frowned a bit. “If you mean talk therapy, I’ve already—”

“No, not talk therapy, Doctor. You have already admitted that your aversion to space goes beyond your rational processes, and that despite that, you are determined to remain here on this ship. This leads me to believe you would have already attempted to encourage your mind to accept the logic of the facts, to no avail. As you are a skilled physician and it would take considerable time to arrange a replacement and acquaint them with a new ship and new patients, I am averse to recommending your discharge at this time if it can so be avoided. When putting these things into consideration, it is of my opinion that a mind meld may be the most appropriate course of action.”

“A mind meld?” Leonard said with a start. “You really think you’re going to be able to solve this mess by poking around in my head?”

Spock brought his hands in front of his face. “No. I am aware that this will be an ongoing struggle for you. I do not expect you to achieve sobriety overnight, nor am I dismissing the possibility of experiencing setbacks.” Spock pulled his hands back down and turned, facing Leonard for the first time since the difficult conversation began. “However, I do believe the best results will be achieved by first correcting the underlying aberrant thought processes, and that continuing success depends strongly on building on a strong foundation of logical thought. I would also prefer to avoid watching you become increasingly ill or facing the prospect of losing your services on this ship. A mind meld is the most logical solution at this time.”

It was about as emotional a confession as he was going to get. Leonard brought a knuckle to his chin and turned over all this new information in his head. He couldn’t argue that the idea had merit, and he didn’t relish the thought of possibly facing a discharge or having his problem turn into a more permanent issue. Everything Spock said sounded right, and if Leonard was being honest with himself, the proposal felt like the saving grace he’d been looking for all these months. Mind made up, Leonard addressed Spock again. “And this will all stay off the record?”

If Leonard didn’t know better, he would have thought Spock looked relieved. “So long as progress is being made, I am reasonably certain your treatment can remain confidential.”

“Even from Jim?”

“The Captain need not be informed.”

Leonard propped his foot on a knee and considered once more, giving himself one last chance to back out. He could trust Spock to be discrete. He believed him when he implied that this would be between just them so long as some progress was being made. He knew for a fact that Spock could handle the job with all the tact the situation deserved. All that was left for Leonard was to decide if he was really ready.

Leonard turned and faced Spock cross-legged on the bed. “Alright, Spock, let’s do this.”

Leonard closed his eyes and felt fingers press lightly against his face. “My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts….” Then Leonard’s mind was both one and two and space suddenly was not so very vast.

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Oliver - Chapters 1 - 4

This was a fanfic that is not yet completed, but I started writing it years ago. Please note that in TOS, Kirk and his brother were OK with each other as far as I know.

WARNING: Death and Depression

Some scenery and dialogue are direct from or have been inspired by Star Trek: The Original Series. I do not own Star Trek the Original Series. The information on carbon fiber was found in an article on Google. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED!!!

Chapter 1

"We have to get to the escape pod! It's in Engineering," she shouted. They looked at the blood splattered on the floor, walls and ceiling. They stared at their friends and knew that soon they also would die, but not Oliver; Oliver would survive. "Robert!" she screamed as a Gorn pulled her into a long, dark hall.

"Giana!" He yelled as he pulled out his phaser, set to kill, with Oliver still on his shoulder.

"Robert! No! Don’t worry about me! Save Oliver! Save-" Robert could hear her bones breaking as the Gorn murdered her. As much as it pained him, he started running again.

They finally reached engineering, luckily unharmed. There was no one in there except for dead bodies. The whole room was destroyed; the Gorns had already been there. In fact, the only thing that was untouched was the matter-antimatter unit. If anything happened to that, the ship would be destroyed; it would even kill the Gorns.

He hoped that the escape pod Giana made was OK. Making his way over to the lock on the wall, he punched in the code: five-one-eight-two-zero-one-five.

Robert lowered Oliver inside, sat him up on the seat, buckled him in and punched in the coordination of the nearest planet. It was only discovered a few months ago, but the atmosphere was breathable and it was out of Gorn territory. Besides, he knew that since it was new, some starship had to be there, or at least close by. He looked at his son and whispered his goodbye.

He pressed the activation button, closed the door and locked it. The floor beneath the escape pod opened and it fell down a tube that would lead the pod, and Oliver, into space.

Robert heard a Gorn come in and turned around to face it. “Do your worst.” He reached for his weapon, but it wasn’t there. It fell on his way to Engineering. The Gorn picked up large scraps of metal and threw them right at him. The impact was so great that Robert sailed through the air. When he realized where he would land, he smirked; the Gorns would be stopped. Revenge.

His body bashed into the matter-antimatter unit.

Oliver was already gliding through space in his escape pod when The Exploration exploded.

***

"Jim, you're going down to that planet!"

"No, Bones. I'm fine," Jim said getting up. Bones gripped his shoulder and stopped him from walking away.

"But you're not fine!" He pushed Jim back down. "Listen, Jim, Starfleet requires that if any crew member, even the Captain, is showing signs of distress or illness that are affecting his duties, he is subject to the ship's surgeon's prescription. And I prescribe a shore leave!"

All Jim Kirk could do was stare at his Senior Medical Officer, Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy. His depression made all his skills needed to command a starship decrease in quality...a little…significantly...dangerously...

He was fully aware of Starfleet Regulations, but that didn't mean he was willing to follow all of them. He was the Captain of the Enterprise; the most famous Starship in space. He had to take care of his crew and of his ship. He dropped his head, but slightly rose it again when he heard his Second-in-Command speak.

"Captain," Spock began, "your distress, has, as you humans say, 'taken a toll on you'. I must agree with the doctor. Getting some rest is the logical solution. The planet is incredibly similar to your earth, so you may enjoy yourself, Captain."

“Ya see? Even logic is on my side.” McCoy gently placed his hand on Jim's shoulder. "You need something to get your mind off things, and staying here isn't gonna help." Bones was right. And Jim knew it. He’d been feeling down since he had heard of the destruction of the Starship Exploration.

Jim had only one friend on that ship, and he was Sam's best friend, but since Kirk and his brother were very close, they often shared friends. His name was Robert Codmar and neither Spock nor McCoy knew about him. Kirk never told them; he hadn’t had a reason to. It never came up. Robert’s ship was one of the least, if not then the least known Starship in Starfleet even though it was on a twenty-year mission rather than the Enterprise's five. Over four hundred men were lost on that ship when the Gorns came into the picture. They invaded and destroyed it. All crewmen were killed in the explosion; all of the Gorns on the ship died too.

Not a human soul was spared. This attack was what finally made the ship known; nothing like that had ever happened before.

Between the few who knew about it, a rumor was started that said that there was a child on board. Jim, being one of the few, knew that that probably wasn't true since Starfleet had rules about children on starships, but just the idea of lost kids bothered Kirk all the same. He lowered his head once more.

"Spock and I'll be there, Jim. It's not like you'll be alone. Besides, I could use a bit of a shore leave myself." Jim looked up.

"You?" McCoy nodded. "Why?"

"Why don't you take over my job and see for yourself," he responded. Jim had to smile at his answer, but it was a small and short-lived smile. Spock was watching with his usual emotionless expression. One could come to believe his face was frozen like that were he not able to raise his eyebrows.

Then, when he saw that his Captain was staring at him, he raised his eyebrow. Spock's face made Jim smile again, but not as big as he normally would. And McCoy noticed this.

“Take a break and get better; or stay with your crew and ship and try to function,” said McCoy. Jim sighed and made up his mind; he did have priorities after all. He stood and walked over to the intercom on the wall and pushed the button.

"Kirk to Engineering."

"Engineering room, Scott here."

"Scotty, meet Spock, Dr. McCoy and I in the Transporter Room. Three to beam down." McCoy smiled at Jim's decision, Spock was still expressionless. "Stay in orbit of the planet until told to do otherwise. When we beam down you have command of the Bridge until we come back; understood?"

"Aye; understood, Sir. I'll meet ya there in fifteen minutes."

"Good. Kirk out." He hung up. "I'll meet you in the Transporter Room," he said looking to Spock and McCoy. Then he left the Sickbay and headed for his quarters. Once he was gone, McCoy smiled and looked at Spock.

“Well, what do you know? I finally got the last word.”

Chapter 2

"Captain's log star date: four-one-three-two-point-five. My First Science and Chief Medical Officers and I are going on a medically ordered shore leave to a planet that seems to be like earth. Only plant life has been detected. Until my return, Chief Engineer Scott will oversee the Bridge. Kirk out." He stopped recording, left his quarters and started to make his way to the Transporter Room.

On the way, he passed several crew members who gave him concerned looks. Kirk tried to ignore them. He knew that they knew he was upset, but didn't want to be pitied.

When he passed Yeoman Rand, she placed her hand on his shoulder. He stared at her, then looked down to her hand and eventually dropped his head again. She placed her other hand on his chin and gently pushed his head up so she could look him in the eye.

"It'll be OK, Captain." He gently pulled away and continued his walk towards the Transporter Room.

* * *

Once the doors opened, Kirk walked into the Transporter Room. Bones and Spock were already there and Scotty was preparing to beam them down.

"Captain, your communicator," said Bones.

"Why?"

"So you can't think about the ship while we're away." Jim sighed, but handed over his communicator. That was when he noticed McCoy was bringing his medical equipment.

"Alright, Doctor, I gave you my communicator, what's your excuse?" Jim pointed at the strap around the doctor's shoulder.

"In case somebody needs it."

"And yours?" He asked Spock. "Why do you have your tricorder with you?"

"Research, Captain." Sighing, Jim gave Spock permission to do his research.

"Transporter ready, Sir," said Scotty. The three of them stepped up to the platform and prepared to be Transported. Why couldn’t we have taken the Galileo? McCoy thought to himself. Kirk nodded at Scotty.

"Energize."

Chapter 3

Suddenly, their molecules were separated, sent through space and they became three again on the planet’s surface. Kirk gaped at his new surroundings. There was green grass as far as the eye could see, a never-ending abundance of trees and plant life and even a waterfall that lead into a clean river that seemed to go on forever.

Upon seeing this, he had completely forgotten about the Exploration, the Gorns, the child and Robert. He was in total awe...until his train of thought was broken.

"Captain, why are you so amazed with this planet's surface? I have already told you it is similar to earth."

"Never mind, Spock. Never mind." Kirk said as he smiled and began to walk. Spock held up his tricorder and started exploring. Kirk stopped and turned to face the half-Vulcan.

"Why don't you come with me, Spock? You can still do your research."

"If that is what you prefer, Captain."

"Jim, Spock. We're on shore leave, call me Jim. And yes, that's what I want. I could use someone to talk to." Spock stepped forward towards Jim. "Wanna come with us, Bones?"

"Nah. I've got my own things to do on shore leave, thanks. Just meet me here by the waterfall when you're done."

"Alright, Bones. C'mon, Spock." Before they knew it, they were lost among the miles of plant life.

"Fascinating," Spock said kneeling and holding up his tricorder to what appeared to be Poison Ivy. "It is an exact replica of your earth, even the molecular structure of the plants mirrors your planet's."

"Spock! Get away from there!" Jim yelled seeing how close Spock was to the toxic leaves. "That's Poison Ivy!"

"The exact reason why I am refraining from touching it, Jim. It would be illogical to do so as it would give me severe Dermatitis." Spock said as he followed his superior officer's order and stood.

"Don't do that again. I thought I was supposed to relax on shore leave, not worry about my First Science Officer," Kirk joked. His depression was diminishing. Spock just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. When Jim noticed this, he asked, "Shall we continue?"

"Indeed," they started walking once more.

"You know, Spock. I think you and Bones were right. I think I needed this." They kept walking and Spock kept scanning different species of plants shortly followed by a 'Fascinating.' Jim smiled. He knew that, even though Spock would never admit it, that he was having a good time. Nothing could ruin their day on the second earth.

Meanwhile, Bones was laying down on the grass with his hands folded behind his head.

"Sure are beautiful," he said to himself. "Yep, Leonard, this is exactly what you needed. A nice, relaxing day looking at the clouds. Hey, a dog!" He said, as the cloud above him took the shape of a dog. "And there's a cowboy one! And that one's a-!"

"Scott to Captain Kirk. Scott to Captain Kirk." The communicator spoke. McCoy picked up.

"McCoy here. I have Jim's communicator. Is everything alright?"

"No!" Scotty exclaimed. "Somethin's headn' for that planet!" On the ship, they were desperately trying to figure out what it was, but the Enterprise wouldn't let them.

"Our technology!" Chekov shouted. "It is being affected by ze planet!" He had been drowned out by static on the communicator.

"What is it?!" McCoy asked.

"We don' know, Doctor! It's close enough to see it on the screen, but we can't get-!" Static. Silence. Lost reception.

"Scotty?!" McCoy called. He grabbed his med supplies from the ground, stood up and ran as fast as he could to find Jim and Spock.

Chapter 4

Back in the forest, Spock held up his tricorder when he got a strange reading on it. "Captain,"

"Jim, Spock," Kirk reminded.

"Jim, I am getting a strange reading stating that there is something sailing at a great speed and will impact on this planet."

"What is it, Spock?"

"A-" his tricorder shut down. Spock tried to get it back on but couldn't. "It was something from another Starship. That was all I could make of it before the tricorder malfunctioned."

"We gotta get Bones." Jim said and they started running. Spock pulled out his communicator.

"Spock to Dr. McCoy. Come in Dr. McCoy."

"Spock?! Where are you, you pointed eared hobgoblin?! Where's Jim?!"

"There seems to be an object traveling towards the planet at great speed and will be making impact in a matter of minutes."

"I know! Scotty called and told me. What is it?!"

"I do not know, except for the fact that it is from another ship. My tricorder has malfunctioned. It would seem that technology cannot withstand this planet for long amounts of-"

"What?! " Bones shouted into his communicator. He had lost reception with Spock.

"Doctor?" Spock asked. Jim swept the communicator from his hands and shouted into it.

"Kirk to McCoy! Bones?! Bones! Come in Bones!" No answer. They started to run back the way which they came. They ran faster with each passing minute, fighting the plant life while trying to avoid more poisonous plants. The sound of the waterfall began to get louder.

"Spock?! Jim?!" McCoy yelled into the communicator as he ran. "Lost 'em!" He put the tiny radio away and kept running. The sound of the waterfall got softer.

Kirk, Spock and McCoy kept running; until finally Kirk saw McCoy out of the corner of his eye. "Bones!" McCoy turned and ran to Kirk and Spock.

"Jim! Spock."

"Doctor."

"Are you two OK?" Bones asked.

"We're fine. Are you?"

"Yeah."

"It is illogical to discuss current conditions when the object is in plain sight," Spock said as he looked up. There it was, an object flying down to the planet's surface. With the shape of a half-oval, it exhilarated as it got closer. It was faster than a shooting star, but smaller than a shuttlecraft. It was on fire.

"Run!" McCoy screamed. They all took off running for dear life, except for Spock who still ran, but kept his cool.

"It is illogical to -."

"Shut up, you green blooded - AH!" McCoy screamed as he looked back at Spock, only to see the object getting bigger.

"Fascinating." That's when Jim tripped and fell, his leg caught in a root and it twisted his ankle. Bones and Spock turned back to him.

"Go! Keep running! That's an order!" Kirk yelled to them, but Bones and even Spock disobeyed his direct order. Spock ripped the root in half (Vulcans were three times stronger than humans) and Jim was freed. Spock and Bones grabbed one arm each and helped Jim waddle away as fast as they could. Jim turned his head and looked back.

"GET DOWN!!!" He cried. Spock and Bones gently, but quickly placed him on the ground and laid down on either side of him. They buried their faces in their arms and their backs were facing up. Jim lifted his head up for a split second. "BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!" And covered his face again. It hit.

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