Title: Darkest Memories
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Gene Roddenberry, Reboot to JJ Abrams. Doom belongs to whoever owns it. Everything else is probably mine.
Warnings: Crossover (Doom), Slash, Language, Violence, Medical ickiness, Spoilers (Doom, Star Trek)
Summary: McCoy is forced to face a certain dark part of his past and his feelings for Kirk-all at the same time.
Author’s Notes: This is the first in a series.
Chapter One: Return to Sender
Chief Medical Officer’s Office, USS Enterprise
McCoy was not happy when he found out that Starfleet had decided to continue UAC’s research on C-24. Of course, there wasn’t much he could do about it at this point, now that the Enterprise had been sent off to check on Olduvai II, which had gone silent.
The doctor had a pretty good idea as to what had happened.
“Bones, are you alright?” Kirk asked, concerned by his friend’s reaction (or non-reaction, which was probably a more accurate term).
McCoy shook his head, in a vain attempt to get his dark thoughts out of his head.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Jim,” the doctor lied. “Just thinkin’ ‘bout what all I’ll need to bring with me.”
Kirk wasn’t fooled, but he didn’t call McCoy on it.
“I was planning on having a small security team go down first, to secure the base,” Kirk informed him.
“I want to go down with them, Jim,” McCoy insisted, surprising Kirk.
“Are you sure, Bones?” the captain asked.
“Dammit, Jim,” McCoy growled. “I’m a doctor, and there will likely be people down there that need my help.”
“I know, Bones, but it will be dangerous,” Kirk warned.
“So?” challenged the doctor. “That’s never stopped either one of us before!”
“Bones, I’m not even going down to the surface with the security team,” Kirk admitted.
McCoy was pleased to hear that, but at the same time, the doctor knew how difficult it would be for Kirk to send down a security team into certain danger and not accompany them.
Especially if McCoy accompanied the team.
“Spock has finally convinced you to stay on board during an away mission?” McCoy asked aloud.
Kirk shook his head.
“Admiral Pike outright ordered me to stay on board, in front of the entire Bridge crew.”
“And you’re worried that if I go down there, I won’t be coming back?” McCoy guessed.
Reluctantly, Kirk nodded.
“Jim, you have my word, I will return in one piece,” McCoy promised.
“Bones, don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” begged Kirk.
“Don’t worry, Jim,” McCoy confidently replied. “This is a promise I know I can keep.”
~*~
Transporter Room, Olduvai II
“Jones, Grant, take point,” directed Lieutenant Ryans, the security officer in charge of the security team. “Matthews, Smith, cover our backs.”
“Aye, sir!” acknowledged all four security officers before taking their positions to the front and rear of the group.
~*~
Bridge, USS Enterprise
Everyone on the Bridge could feel Kirk’s poorly suppressed concerns for his friend.
”Ugh! What is that smell!?” one of the security officers exclaimed.
”That would be rotting flesh, Lieutenant Grant,” McCoy coolly replied.
”Rotting flesh?” inquired Lieutenant Grant, not quite believing the Chief Medical Officer. ”Like a dead body?”
”Yes, Grant,” replied Lieutenant Ryans. ”I think it’s EXACTLY like that.”
The sound of several people throwing up followed that statement.
“Lieutenant? Bones?” called Kirk, concerned.
”We’re fine, Jim,” McCoy answered. ”Lieutenant Ryans just found what’s left of one of the scientists.”
“Can you tell what he died of, Bones?” Kirk asked.
”Something has been snacking on him, but from what I can tell, it looks like a mountain lion got him,” McCoy replied.
”What was that!?” shouted Matthews suddenly.
Kirk wasn’t sure, but it sounded like McCoy swore under his breath.
”Jim, I don’t think we’re alone anymore,” observed the doctor, as Lieutenant Ryans directed Jones and Grant to investigate whatever Matthews had seen (or heard, Kirk wasn’t sure).
~*~
Corridor outside Lab 14, Olduvai II
McCoy wanted to go back to the Enterprise, but Lieutenant Ryans insisted on investigating the sound Matthews had heard.
“It could be a survivor in need of medical assistance, Doctor,” the Lieutenant had observed.
Personally, McCoy didn’t want to meet up with any surviving members, especially as his “Reaper sense” (his twin sister had come up with the name) was screaming DANGER! THREAT! GET OUT NOW! at him.
”Sir, we’ve got a live one!” called Jones. ”We’re bringing her back with us.”
As the two security officers returned, McCoy took a deep breath through his nose. Mingled with the familiar scents of Jones and Grant was something new, something not quite right.
“We need to get out of this place!” the woman exclaimed.
McCoy agreed with her, but he didn’t want to bring anyone who smelled “off” on board the Enterprise. But then, nobody ever listened to him.
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