Day 56: Bus 3

[rocksthecourt]

Waking carried a sense of disappointment along with it for the first time in a long time. Klavier actually sighed in irritation when he realized where he was. Damn it all. So they hadn't managed to move quickly enough to cover as much ground as they had hoped. It was a shame, really. Last night had actually proven to be relatively productive. If

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[doneinthree]

Kirk winced at the question. He wasn't sure if he'd really expected to receive a status report without having to discuss everything else which had happened, but of all the items on this morning's impulsive to-do list, somehow "tell Uhura that her boyfriend(???) is still unaccounted for and that we also might down one CMO" hadn't made it all. This was probably why starship captains had yeomans. If only he could talk a nurse into donning a short red dress and fussing over his itinerary for activities beyond mealtimes and macaroni necklaces...

Well, too late for him to crawl off for another seat. Not that Kirk wasn't man enough to deliver some bad news (not bad, he corrected himself, Spock might be fine, they might both be fine, mostly, sort of, you can't jump to conclusions), but someone ended up crying or getting hysterical, then he didn't know what- Wait, was he talking about Uhura here? Terrifyingly efficient ice queen Uhura?

"You haven't seen anyone else this morning, have you?" Really, Jim? Of course she hadn't, or else why would she be sitting here alone right now? Kirk rolled his eyes at himself and continued on without waiting for an answer: "Never mind. You saw Spock's note yesterday, about getting taken tonight for observation. Bones and I went looking for him, but we... didn't get the chance to find him. I know he has to be around here somewhere, though."

[xenolingual]

Kirk read like a book most of the time. At least, Uhura was pretty sure she could understand the things he wasn't saying by his body language by now. And just then all she could read was 'bad news' (but maybe trying to convince himself it wasn't that bad), which... wasn't exactly ideal once he brought up Spock. She turned in her seat, just enough to look at him properly, and although her expression stayed even her eyes narrowed, just a little. And for once it wasn't because of something he said.

"I read it, yes, but I wasn't allowed to respond at the time. Apparently our rank seems to have an effect on more things than I realized." But she wouldn't get into that, lest she rant. Although really, she-

No, wait. No. Focus.

She took a slow breath, trying to sort through the implications of Spock being... lost. He knew he was going to be taken for a study, whatever that meant, but for how long? She could ask Kirk about the usual chain of events for this type of procedure, but for once in her life she only wanted to know the bare minimum. Just enough so she could figure out where she needed to be to make sure that Spock was okay. And of course they were stuck on that bus with no way of seeing if he was on one as well.

"Okay. What do we do now? What can we do?" There was a sense of urgency to her tone, maybe edging along what could be considered panic, but it was suppressed as much as she could manage, because there was no chance in taking action any time soon. Was there? Uhura knew how to be patient, and to lay out all the cards before making a decision, but this was different. It felt different.

"Do you think he's going to be headed the same place we are now, or is he still inside? We can't leave if he's still in there. I don't know how this works, Kirk, talk to me. Please." Ah, there was the slip of panic she was trying to avoid. Her lips thinned, eyes shifted, and if it was possible, her posture seemed to straighten even more. Kirk didn't need this, not from her. "I'm sorry."