Re: Untitled Part 4/?pomme_noirApril 23 2011, 19:00:28 UTC
After two days of relentless searching Jim wasn’t able to find anything on Dr. Adams. He wasn’t discouraged, not in the least. No one was that clean-not even a Starfleet officer. The man was obviously hiding something, and it made Jim ten times more determined to find out what exactly it was.
He was having lunch, glaring at his PADD, when a shadow fell over him. It was Patricia Granville. She was on the accelerated command track with him, so they had practically every class together. She had been on the medical track, just about to graduate, when she had suddenly switched to command. She had a quiet, and competent manner and Jim was fond of her.
“Patricia, hi.” He kicked out the chair in front of him. “Have a seat.”
She hesitated and then took it. She obviously wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how. Jim started talking about their advanced aeronautical class before she finally blurted out, “I heard Dr. McCoy is having problems with Adams.”
Jim noted how she referred to Bones by his title, but not Adams. “Yeah, he’s finding petty reasons to single him out and criticize.”
Patricia was looking down at the table when she said, “Tell Dr. McCoy not to be alone with him.”
“Why should he not be alone-”
She abruptly stood up. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Just-tell him, please.” Her please was so frantic and earnest that Jim nodded automatically. She disappeared before he could ask any more questions.
His conversation with Patricia stuck with him for the rest of the day. He made a call to Bones’ study partner asking that, to the extent possible, she not leave him alone. Jim knew that he was going to hear about it from Bones about that, but he didn’t care. Patricia wasn’t prone to hysterics. If she said Bones shouldn't be alone with Dr. Adams, then Jim was going to listen. She had also given him the much-needed clue on what to look for.
Pulling up a list of Dr. Adams' past students, Jim started the task of trying to find others who had switched tracks and found more than he expected. He then narrowed down the search to those who seemed to have the most comments in their reviews. In the end he found one other female and one male student in the past five years who had both taken leaves of absence and then switched to other tracks-just like Patricia.
Jim hated to hack Patricia's file, but if what he suspected was true, he was saving Bones and others. Patricia had taken a four-month leave from the Academy, citing health reasons, before returning to start command training. The male student had already graduated and was serving on board the Olympus, and the other female student was stationed at Starbase VII. He sent her a message asking her to call him back. He didn’t have much hope of getting anything out of her. No one had spoken out against Dr. Adams before, and there had to be a reason.
He wasn’t comfortable pushing Patricia. For now he would continue to research; now that he knew what he was looking for, it was just a matter of time before he found something he could use. Until then he’d keep an eye on Bones, and when he couldn’t, he’d have someone else do it.
Re: Untitled Part 5/?pomme_noirMay 3 2011, 00:21:18 UTC
AN: A weak installment. I apologize.
Jim had just stepped out of the shower when his com unit beeped, alerting him to an incoming call. Figuring it was Bones, he didn’t bother blocking video access. But instead of seeing Bones he saw a unfamiliar woman.
“Hello,” he said stupidly.
“Hi. I’m Kayla Morgan. You left a message asking me to call you back.”
“Oh, yes. Could you hold on for one second?” She smirkingly agreed.
Once dressed, he returned. “Sorry about that. I have something to ask you. It’s a rather personal matter and I’ll understand if you’d rather not, but I’m desperate.”
She sighed. “I knew as soon as I got your message what you wanted to talk to me about. Has he propositioned you yet?”
“Not me, my best friend is the one having problems with him. As far as I know he hasn’t been approached yet. I wouldn’t even have known if another student hadn’t come up to me and told me to warn my friend to never be alone with him.”
“It’s only a matter of time. He likes to wait until you’re at your lowest point before he swoops in for the kill.”
Jim hesitated before asking, but he had to know. “What exactly are the term of his propostition?”
“Rather unoriginal, really. If you agree to sleep with him he won’t fail you. Don’t sleep with him and he’ll make sure you’re kicked off the medical track, if not out of Starfleet itself.”
“Please don’t think I’m judging, but why didn’t you report him?”
“Here’s the genius of it all. He picks at you until you feel like you’re nothing, like you really are as incompetent as he says you are. He makes you feel lucky that he’s giving you a chance instead of just failing you. He told me no one would believe me if I tried to report him-that they would just think I was trying to get back at him for being graded so poorly.In the end it came down the fact that I had nowhere else to go. I’m an orphan.”
“He’s begun phase one with my friend. I’ve asked a fellow medical cadet to not leave him alone whenever possible.”
“It’s only a matter of time before he moves in for the kill,” she said bitterly.
“You wouldn’t happen to have anything on him, would you?”
“His tastes run young. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of two of his past partners have been under-age.”
Jim nodded. “Thanks. I’ll look into it.”
“I work under a Commodore now. I’m not that scared girl with nowhere to go. I’ll send you my statement. Get your evidence, Jim. Make him pay.”
“I’ll do my best. Thank you,” he said sincerely.
“Good luck.”
It was late and Bones still wasn’t back. Jim decided to go to the hospital and drag Bones home. He stopped off and got a brownie-the kind Bones liked but Jim was allergic to. He arrived at the hospital just in time to hear Dr. Adams ask to see Bones in his office. Bones looked like he would rather do anything else, but started to follow him. Jim, thinking quickly, stuffed the brownie in his mouth. Bones was worth the pain.
“Bones,” he called out.
“Jim, what are you doing here?”
“I don’t feel so well.” As if on cue, Jim could feel himself start to sweat and break out in a rash.
Bones rushed over and started scanning him. “Dammit, Jim, I've told you before, you need to be careful about what you put in your mouth.”
If he weren’t finding it so hard to breathe, Jim would have made a comment. He only got a glimpse of Bones’ worried visage before the sting of a hypospray put him out of his misery.
He was having lunch, glaring at his PADD, when a shadow fell over him. It was Patricia Granville. She was on the accelerated command track with him, so they had practically every class together. She had been on the medical track, just about to graduate, when she had suddenly switched to command. She had a quiet, and competent manner and Jim was fond of her.
“Patricia, hi.” He kicked out the chair in front of him. “Have a seat.”
She hesitated and then took it. She obviously wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how. Jim started talking about their advanced aeronautical class before she finally blurted out, “I heard Dr. McCoy is having problems with Adams.”
Jim noted how she referred to Bones by his title, but not Adams. “Yeah, he’s finding petty reasons to single him out and criticize.”
Patricia was looking down at the table when she said, “Tell Dr. McCoy not to be alone with him.”
“Why should he not be alone-”
She abruptly stood up. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Just-tell him, please.” Her please was so frantic and earnest that Jim nodded automatically. She disappeared before he could ask any more questions.
His conversation with Patricia stuck with him for the rest of the day. He made a call to Bones’ study partner asking that, to the extent possible, she not leave him alone. Jim knew that he was going to hear about it from Bones about that, but he didn’t care. Patricia wasn’t prone to hysterics. If she said Bones shouldn't be alone with Dr. Adams, then Jim was going to listen. She had also given him the much-needed clue on what to look for.
Pulling up a list of Dr. Adams' past students, Jim started the task of trying to find others who had switched tracks and found more than he expected. He then narrowed down the search to those who seemed to have the most comments in their reviews. In the end he found one other female and one male student in the past five years who had both taken leaves of absence and then switched to other tracks-just like Patricia.
Jim hated to hack Patricia's file, but if what he suspected was true, he was saving Bones and others. Patricia had taken a four-month leave from the Academy, citing health reasons, before returning to start command training. The male student had already graduated and was serving on board the Olympus, and the other female student was stationed at Starbase VII. He sent her a message asking her to call him back. He didn’t have much hope of getting anything out of her. No one had spoken out against Dr. Adams before, and there had to be a reason.
He wasn’t comfortable pushing Patricia. For now he would continue to research; now that he knew what he was looking for, it was just a matter of time before he found something he could use. Until then he’d keep an eye on Bones, and when he couldn’t, he’d have someone else do it.
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AN: A weak installment. I apologize.
Jim had just stepped out of the shower when his com unit beeped, alerting him to an incoming call. Figuring it was Bones, he didn’t bother blocking video access. But instead of seeing Bones he saw a unfamiliar woman.
“Hello,” he said stupidly.
“Hi. I’m Kayla Morgan. You left a message asking me to call you back.”
“Oh, yes. Could you hold on for one second?” She smirkingly agreed.
Once dressed, he returned. “Sorry about that. I have something to ask you. It’s a rather personal matter and I’ll understand if you’d rather not, but I’m desperate.”
She sighed. “I knew as soon as I got your message what you wanted to talk to me about. Has he propositioned you yet?”
“Not me, my best friend is the one having problems with him. As far as I know he hasn’t been approached yet. I wouldn’t even have known if another student hadn’t come up to me and told me to warn my friend to never be alone with him.”
“It’s only a matter of time. He likes to wait until you’re at your lowest point before he swoops in for the kill.”
Jim hesitated before asking, but he had to know. “What exactly are the term of his propostition?”
“Rather unoriginal, really. If you agree to sleep with him he won’t fail you. Don’t sleep with him and he’ll make sure you’re kicked off the medical track, if not out of Starfleet itself.”
“Please don’t think I’m judging, but why didn’t you report him?”
“Here’s the genius of it all. He picks at you until you feel like you’re nothing, like you really are as incompetent as he says you are. He makes you feel lucky that he’s giving you a chance instead of just failing you. He told me no one would believe me if I tried to report him-that they would just think I was trying to get back at him for being graded so poorly.In the end it came down the fact that I had nowhere else to go. I’m an orphan.”
“He’s begun phase one with my friend. I’ve asked a fellow medical cadet to not leave him alone whenever possible.”
“It’s only a matter of time before he moves in for the kill,” she said bitterly.
“You wouldn’t happen to have anything on him, would you?”
“His tastes run young. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of two of his past partners have been under-age.”
Jim nodded. “Thanks. I’ll look into it.”
“I work under a Commodore now. I’m not that scared girl with nowhere to go. I’ll send you my statement. Get your evidence, Jim. Make him pay.”
“I’ll do my best. Thank you,” he said sincerely.
“Good luck.”
It was late and Bones still wasn’t back. Jim decided to go to the hospital and drag Bones home. He stopped off and got a brownie-the kind Bones liked but Jim was allergic to. He arrived at the hospital just in time to hear Dr. Adams ask to see Bones in his office. Bones looked like he would rather do anything else, but started to follow him. Jim, thinking quickly, stuffed the brownie in his mouth. Bones was worth the pain.
“Bones,” he called out.
“Jim, what are you doing here?”
“I don’t feel so well.” As if on cue, Jim could feel himself start to sweat and break out in a rash.
Bones rushed over and started scanning him. “Dammit, Jim, I've told you before, you need to be careful about what you put in your mouth.”
If he weren’t finding it so hard to breathe, Jim would have made a comment. He only got a glimpse of Bones’ worried visage before the sting of a hypospray put him out of his misery.
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