Night 48: Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi]

[doneinthree]

[from here]

The moment they were both inside, however, their radios blared to life again, although with less grating force than before. Kirk carefully set his flashlight on Kisugi's desk before taking out his out to listen to the message.

Finally, some real information, without cryptic riddles framing it. Of course, 'the dense part of the forest

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Chekov buckled a little under Kirk's hand, but recovered quickly enough. Quickly enough to offer a small smile born from the renewed confidence the captain had instilled in him. He probably didn't have to tell Captain Kirk how terribly this place was affecting him. Unable to find his stars, unable to grasp basic logic, watching people die and disappear... Chekov had been raised and had matured in a world of math, physics, and solid realities. And in the past few days he'd been introduced to time travel, reanimated human bodies, and spontaneous death and disappearance. He was completely out of his element.

And Starfleet officers were supposed to be prepared for anything. Apparently, Chekov realized with a private smile, he still had a lot to see and learn from. Setsuna might not be the last roommate of his to disappear, but he would be the last to disappear without Chekov picking up on subtle clues. He would learn, and he would regain his footing.

"Aye, Keptain," Chekov said briskly, turning to the bookshelf. It was fascinating, seeing so many books on one particular subject. It looked as though this doctor was interested in specific topics of psychology.

"She is wery particular, sir," Chekov commented, looking at the posters on the walls. "Zese are perfect ninety-degree angles," he said, gesturing from an enlarged print of the brain to the ceiling.

[doneinthree]

"Having met the woman, I wouldn't be surprised if she'd managed to do that by eye." Kirk panned his flashlight across the dust-free surface of Kisugi's desk, but he knew already that there wouldn't be anything remotely personal to see. He'd been in here before, and hadn't glimpsed any pictures or personal items or even an open roll of mints. The doctor was worse than a Vulcan - a robot, he might almost be tempted to say, if he didn't know the flesh-and-blood qualities of a woman so well.

Andrea, kiss Captain Kirk, said a voice at the back of his memory, and Kirk made a face as he realized exactly where it came from and what happened in that scene. Not to be deterred by memories of beautiful women he'd technically never met, he quickly opened and went through the desk drawers, finding their contents as precise and exacting as everything else in the room.

The second he looked in contained her patient files. His fingers hesitated over the folders before finally pulling out the one labeled with his false. It was slim - he hadn't been here long - and a quick read told him nothing he hadn't already known from William Shatner's memories in his head. In fact, the most suspicious part about it was how uninteresting the whole thing was.

"This place looks completely normal," Kirk said after a moment, "doesn't it?"