Day 11 ll Mission Post

[thevulcanfirst]

Commander Spock made his way to the transporter room to ready himself and the away team for their mission to the planet of Bacchus II. Starfleet had ordered the Enterprise down to this planet to study the annual mating cycles in connection with a plant whose pollen is believed to be responsible. The mission was one that Spock had been looking

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[thevulcanfirst]

Anderson went off in all the wrong ways, he was running straight into a trap. If Spock had an emotion at that moment it would be concern and anger but he didn’t so he sprinted after Anderson and tried to catch him before whatever got Sky got him. “Lt. Anderson!” He called after the hot headed boy. “You’re running into a trap!” But it was too late.

A large purple alien jumped from behind a bush and took a swing at Anderson with what looked like a bat. The bat contacted hard with the boys head and he was down in seconds. Spock’s eyes widened but he stopped running and grabbed at his phaser. “Stop or I will be forced to shoot!” He yelled at the purple person but then someone was behind him making contact with his back which sent him flying and his phaser lost. Spock quickly regained his foot and attacked his attackers, the fight didn’t last long with two against one plus they had bats and Spock was weaponless but he still fought.

The Vulcan took a hard hit in the ribs via bat and then an elbow to the face splitting his lip. Spock straightened, ducked and slammed his right fist into the others gut and turned to elbow the others nose. A crack was heard from the purple alien and pink blood flowed from his nose. This only angered him more and that sent him over the edge as he slugged Spock in the left eye and tripped him as he staggered backwards. The Commander fell onto his back and the other alien was on top of him punching him.

[my_god_man]

An internal monologue -- studiously cataloging the inanity of prejudicial Starfleet officers, transporters, Vulcans with x-ray vision, and the goddamn tenth bug to bite him so far -- was keeping Leonard fairly well entertained as he scanned a bush. Then a tree. And another bush. Good lord, this was gonna be a lon--

He heard the scream. And despite the distance, knew it was Sky. Then all hell broke loose as... was that Spock? Yelling? And Anderson took off like Scotty on a sandwich. Had everyone lost their minds?

"Anderson! Get the fucccCCKING SHIT!" Out of nowhere purple men appeared. They were so kind to inform him that he wasn't suffering from transporter psychosis but pummeling him from all sides. At once.

That was a little excessive for one doctor. Especially one who almost failed the Academy's combat training.

Leonard was only too happy to black out after the second round of ass-whipping.

[neat_science]

Sky thrashed as Anderson, Spock and Leo went down. Anderson didn't get up again but Leo and Spock were fighting, and then Leo went still. That did it. She sunk her teeth into the purple hand, gagging as pink blood flooded into her mouth. The man swore and dropped his hand and instantly she was yelling. "Stoppit, stoppit!" She screeched at the purple humanoids, "You'll kill them! STOP!"

To her shock, they actually did stop. The figures turning to look at her, and then look at her breasts. THey then hauled up the unconcious Leo and checked his vitals. Alive. Thank god. Spock too, he was still concious. Sky was still trussed up, but for some reason, she wasn't being bashed up like the others, and they had listened to her.

Strange.

"Spock can you bring Le- Doctor McCoy around?" Sky said, eyeing the purple people who stepped back to let Spock move over to the Doctor.

[thevulcanfirst]

As soon as the man got off of him Spock crawled away, he wasn’t able to get up right away and once he stood he didn’t make it too far before he sank to his knees but he did managed to get to McCoy. The aliens had done a major number on the doctor witch, even thou he didn’t show it, worried Spock. He reached out with his less damaged hand to find the pulse on the other mans neck. His knuckles green from blood and bruised and pink from the other alien’s blood, moving any which way hurt but nothing showed on his face.

Spock placed his middle and index finger on McCoy’s carotid artery to feel the heart beat when he was pulled in by the feelings and thoughts that turned in the doctors head even in his unconscious state. Spock hadn’t meant to meld but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away just yet as he felt what McCoy felt, heard what he thought.

[my_god_man]

McCoy's thoughts and feelings were neatly summed up with: Go the fuck away. Busy bleeding here.

Occasionally, Leonard imagined the psyche as a large room where all sorts of shit happened. If that was the case, then that made his current state of mind a lone, pathetic figure curled and shivering in a neglected corner. He didn't want to come out from there -- he was old friends with that corner, having first been introduced to it with his father's illness and thoroughly becoming friends during the divorce -- to face reality. Reality was an evil bitch right now.

He could sense a... presence, though. Something new and alien standing around in the room. Something all precise and no-nonsense and really damn warm. That was peculiar. He might have ignored it in favor of a no-pain existence, but he did feel pain. Not his own, he realized as he began uncoiling some. Damn him and his doctoring ways, sometimes. He didn't want to come out of his corner, where he didn't feel the bruised ribs, the swollen jaw, the possible MTBI -- god, he hoped it was just a concussion and not a cerebral contusion, or worse a laceration... or a herniation or...

Right. This wasn't helping the person hurting in his head.

But in order to help that person -- Spock... but why the hell was he thinking of the Vulcan at a time like this? -- he also realized he needed to come out of his head completely. He couldn't do that from this side. On some sort of instinct, Leonard focused hard on the image of his medkit and what was needed from it to treat him. What was needed to revive him enough to get him back to being a doctor again, damnit.

[thevulcanfirst]

Seeing the doctor in his own corner of his mind made Spock uneasy and on edge, they weren’t the best of friends or really friends but no one should look like that all huddled in a corner in their own mind. The Vulcan wanted to turn his back to give the other man the privacy that he should have but even in the meld he was in pain and moving was too hard.

Spock wanted to reach out to help the doctor but hung his head hoping that he wouldn’t be angry for the intrusion of his mind. Doctor he spoke eyes still cast away as the rest of his words died before he could even say them. Spock took a step back ready to break the meld as soon as he could.

[my_god_man]

Well, he wasn't sure if he'd gotten the point across. Or if he even had a point. Maybe he did have a MTBI and this was all just tissue swelling and synapse misfiring. It'd been a while since his last hallucination. Maybe he was getting rusty.

Except he still didn't know why he'd hallucinate about the First Officer calling for him.

This was all seven kinds of Jungian craziness, but what the hell? No one here to see him talking to his delusions. And if by chance there was... well, maybe he was worse off than he thought.

Yeah.... Spock? You've gotta revive me. Right? They were still in the middle of a mission gone wrong? Leonard tried imagining a hypospray, what sequence of buttons to push and what to load into the matrix. Tried to tell Spock how to be a doctor long enough to get his head back into the painful, ugly world out there. Help me help you.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock listen carefully making sure he had it all memorized. The Vulcan had made his way painfully and slowly over to the doctor and kneeled in front of him to show he had his undivided attention. His face was blank of all emotion but his own mind was surging, though Spock wasn’t sure if McCoy could feel him the way he could the doctor since he wasn’t in a good state of being. Since the doctor was foreign to mind melds Spock didn’t think he’d register what he could feel from him. But even with everything happening everything the Doctor was envisioning and telling him made sense.

I will follow your instructions Doctor, Spock’s words rang out with time, strong as his voice normally would be in any normal day. Before I leave…my I inquire after your own well being? The first officer tilted his head slightly to the side to look McCoy in the eye. The shock of the beating he’d just taken and now a mind meld was a lot to deal with and Spock wanted to make sure that he had not caused any damage to the man’s psych.

[my_god_man]

Even the Spock in his head was moving painfully. The man outside had to be hurting. Well, again, unless this all crazy brain injury thinking. As things were surreal enough, the instinct to reach out and touch his delusion seemed strange but par for the course. Leonard grasped Spock by the forearm, sensing that he should avoid the hands right now. He felt that strange awareness of another's pain and this time didn't shy from it, pursued it.

Give yourself a low dosage of melanex for the pain, before treating me. Only a cc or two, or you'll pass out. He paused to feel his way around this strange awareness. The rest I can treat once I'm conscious.

Leonard let go of the man... hallucination... whatever, at the question. Fine time to be asking that. He had retreated into the far corners of his mind -- maybe -- to hide while he ached and bled. It had to be obvious the condition of his condition. But he tried going with this... reaching out with the senses thing again, feeling around his own perimeter. Instead of the white room archetype, a red haze invaded his vision. Fuck, did it ever hurt too. He felt himself want to pull away from it again, go back to that peaceful little corner. It would be a step in the wrong direction, though. He had people depending on him. So Leonard forced himself to be a doctor again, to try to diagnose from the inside.

I, it... I'll live. It was strange. He no longer had a neat little manifestation of his mind, but he could still feel the presence of Spock. And could swear that on some existential level, the Vulcan had just nodded in his usual fashion of acknowledgment.

This is why he'd never gone into Psychiatry full-time.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock didn’t flinch at the contact but he definitely moved back lightly before letting the action lay. He could tell the doctor wanted to leave again, go to his hiding place but he move forward. Spock respected him even more for the move now. McCoy had taken a beating worse than his own and still had the heart to do his job. He made sure he remembered every word the other man sad so he didn’t miss treat himself or worse the doctor.

As the doctor searched his Spock felt he should help him but knew that that path would lead him and the doctor nowhere. So instead he moved away in the moments only a Vulcan could display with such injuries but then again moving in one’s mind was much easier. One could say he dreaded to feel what he felt on the outside. But never the less Spock moved away and stood back up. Very well doctor, he spoke softly. I will be departing then. Spock closed his eyes and prepared himself for what was to come and then ended the mind meld. The safety that McCoy’s mind had given him was pulled out from under him as he fell back into reality with a small intake of breath. Once he’d blinked a few times he turned back around to look at Sky.

[neat_science]

Anxious blue eyes looked back at him from where she was still being held by the purple beings. Seeing Spock come back to himself, she licked her lips, anxiety making her throat dry and said softly, "Is he alright?"

Then the xenozoologist in her took over and she ran her own eyes over his form. He too had sustained injuries and she tugged a little in her captors hold. "You need to look after yourself too Spock." she said, unaware of the inner discussion between McCoy and the Vulcan, and feeling concerned about the men she respected so highly.

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock moved over and grabbed McCoy’s med kit as he did so he tensed in pain. The purple people started walking up to him but Spock spoke to them before doing anything else. “It is only medication that will prevent the death and discomfort of Dr. McCoy and myself.” He told them and they stopped advancing. “The Doctor will be fine Sky,” he used her first name thinking it was logical to try to comfort those who felt what humans did in times like these. Spock pulled out a hypo and started to fill it with Melanex like he had been ordered to for his own wounds. The Vulcan look at the hypo and set it aside as he went to work on bring McCoy back to the land of the living. “It would be illogical to neglect my own injuries,” he pointed out in that very Vulcan way that made people wonder if he was a computer.

Spock pulled out another hypo that he made sure was fill with Masiform D and made another of Melanex for the doctor once he woke up. The Vulcan didn’t want to give it to him since he was not yet awake. Before doing anything for the doctor Spock picked up his own hypo and jabbed it in his neck and winced. It was illogical to have such fear of needles, that’s what he told himself but his heart rate still sped up and his breathing only for a moment became faster. The fist officer calmed himself down and moved to work on the doctor. He placed the hypo filled with Masiform D against the others neck softly and injected him.