Nightshift 49: Homeworld - U.S.S Enterprise

[hes_deadjim]

[From here]McCoy had just been thinking the same thing. They didn't have any proof that scent could travel through those doors, but there was no point in risking it. Exposed food and exposed, fresh blood was too tempting a target to just about anything with a set of fangs. If they could get beamed all over, just by going through an entryway, there

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[dual_worlds]

Upon stepping through the next door, Spock had expected they would either find themselves in another area within the institute, or, perhaps, another building in Doyleton. What they actually found was not something the Vulcan could have anticipated. Though he was quite certain he had never stepped into this particular room before, there was a certain familiarity about it that Spock quickly connected to his meld with Kirk. And yet that did little to provide any answers. Instead, it only created more questions.

McCoy slowly turned toward him, as if he could scarcely believe that Spock was still present. The science officer met his gaze before he took a few steps away and observed their surroundings. Was this truly the Enterprise of McCoy's universe? His behavior certainly indicated that he believed this to be his office, though Spock remained skeptical. After all, he had witnessed firsthand the lengths those within Landel's could go to in order to manipulate the facility's patients. It was highly possible this was yet another

[hes_deadjim]

That was odd. Usually he'd have gotten some response by now, even if it wasn't Jim. Uhura or Sulu or his Spock would have answered at least. He'd never gotten that kind of silence before. If the systems were down, or if there was interference, jamming, he usually got static. If there was no one to answer, for whatever reason, all of them usually bad, you'd still hear the beeping of computers in the background. He tried again, with the same result. Spock decided to speak up just then, saying exactly what he was trying its damnedest not to think of

[dual_worlds]

"Logic involves neither pessimism nor optimism," Spock reminded him. "I am simply taking into account the facts, Doctor." He took a few steps toward the door, briefly considering whether it would act as another transporter. Still, he decided it would be best not to chance it until they had further explored the room they were in, in case there were clues pertaining to what had happened.

"You cannot deny it is unlikely that our captors would send us to your universe unless it suited their purposes in some way," he added.

It was about that time that McCoy apparently decided attempting to reach the bridge from their present location was a futile effort. Unlike Spock, however, he did not seem to consider the possibility that the door could lead them back to the institute. Eyebrows faintly furrowing, Spock took a step after McCoy, but paused as soon as they both realized that they had not been separated.

He glanced over the door's frame. Aside from the fact they were on board the Enterprise, there didn't seem to be anything to

[hes_deadjim]

It looked like Spock had suffered the same realization moments earlier than the doctor had, because he'd paused before leaving his office, even as McCoy had started to go through that door. The Vulcan joined him as soon as it was clear they both weren't going to be carried off in different directions. That momentary pull at those eyebrows was there for an instant, the only flicker of emotion, and then it was gone, Spock's face easing back into that Vulcan tranquility.

"And you just happen to land on the sunny side of things often," McCoy couldn't resist saying. Spock was about as sunny as the dark side of a moon, but sometimes it felt like he'd prefer getting accused of being depressive over optimistic. At least he could always claim he was being 'realistic' with the first. Vulcans weren't a cheery lot in the first place