Fic: Where I'm Going, You Can't Follow
Title: Where I'm Going, You Can't Follow
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied Character Death.
Fandom: Star Trek
Summary: It only takes one moment for your life to fall apart.
Author's Note: Not beta'd.
Disclaimer: Do not own Star Trek.
They should not have been there; they were not supposed to be within a hundred light years of where they were. But they were. The trees stood tall over the band of soldiers. The sun had set long ago and the only guide they had was the hidden moons. The stars burned mockingly above them as the forest absorbed the sounds of the crossfire. Of the screams.
They were surrounded. How the Klingons had known they were there, McCoy had no fucking clue. This was a simple rescue mission; none of the scans had shown anything resembling life besides the escape pod, two little girls huddled inside. They were the only survivours of the USS Manhattan. A small station, its mission had been to observe the effect of some kind of special radiation on the plants of an empty planet. But that did not matter anymore because the Klingons had found them and claimed the planet as their own. The station had not stood a chance.
“We are taking heavy fire,” McCoy heard Jim say from his position next to him. They were pinned behind a rock fall by four or five Klingons and McCoy could see across the way that Uhura and Spock were hunched behind a fallen tree. Spock's arm was wrapped protectively around his wife’s shoulders. On the other side of Jim McCoy could see Sulu and the two little girls. They elder one was holding her younger sister’s hand tightly and Sulu had them ducked into the riverbank they had fallen in to.
Jim shifted next to McCoy as he spoke fast into the comm. McCoy winced as a phaser shot a piece of the rock above him and it fell on him. He felt the edge catch on his cheek and tear it open, but he did not move. The sound of the comm clicking closed made McCoy turn his head and he took in the grim look on Jim’s face.
“So how are we getting out of this?” the doctor asked as he took a swipe at the blood on his cheek with his sleeve. Jim just shushed him, flipped the comm open again, and looked around McCoy at Spock.
“Spock, I need you and Uhura to make a run for the riverbed. Bones and I will cover you, do you copy?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“On my mark then,” Jim said as he turned and switched his phaser to kill. McCoy crouched on the balls of his feet and waited. “Three, two, one.”
Spock had Uhura by the top of her arm and they bolted for the riverbed. McCoy and Jim shot fire after fire at the Klingons huddled in the trees. It did not take long for Spock and Uhura to slide over the edge of the bank and out of sight. McCoy quickly ducked back down and pulled on Jim’s shirt to follow. They sat there, gasping. The air on the planet was much thinner than that of Earth.
“You need to run, Bones.” Jim’s voice was strong, despite the fact that he was having difficulty breathing.
“Ok, we’ll go in three-”
“You have to run.” McCoy stared at Jim with a mixture of confusion and dawning horror.
“No, we’re both going, Jim,” he said firmly. Panic was starting to cloud McCoy’s mind and he gripped Jim’s arm tightly. Jim shook his head though, and put his hand on top of McCoy’s.
“Where I’m going, you can’t follow,” Jim whispered. He slid up onto his haunches, pulling McCoy up with him.
“No, no. Jim, no-” McCoy said fast, but Jim had already thrown McCoy towards the riverbed and all his feet could do was keep running. McCoy stumbled and fell forwards, over the edge and into the rocks. He felt hands on his arms, pulling. He spins around wildly in time to see Jim take a deep breath and stand to his full height. He fires shot after shot as McCoy was dragged away and everything just seems to slow down. McCoy cannot hear anything but his own muffled screams and the Klingon fire.
Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of.
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied Character Death.
Fandom: Star Trek
Summary: It only takes one moment for your life to fall apart.
Author's Note: Not beta'd.
Disclaimer: Do not own Star Trek.
They should not have been there; they were not supposed to be within a hundred light years of where they were. But they were. The trees stood tall over the band of soldiers. The sun had set long ago and the only guide they had was the hidden moons. The stars burned mockingly above them as the forest absorbed the sounds of the crossfire. Of the screams.
They were surrounded. How the Klingons had known they were there, McCoy had no fucking clue. This was a simple rescue mission; none of the scans had shown anything resembling life besides the escape pod, two little girls huddled inside. They were the only survivours of the USS Manhattan. A small station, its mission had been to observe the effect of some kind of special radiation on the plants of an empty planet. But that did not matter anymore because the Klingons had found them and claimed the planet as their own. The station had not stood a chance.
“We are taking heavy fire,” McCoy heard Jim say from his position next to him. They were pinned behind a rock fall by four or five Klingons and McCoy could see across the way that Uhura and Spock were hunched behind a fallen tree. Spock's arm was wrapped protectively around his wife’s shoulders. On the other side of Jim McCoy could see Sulu and the two little girls. They elder one was holding her younger sister’s hand tightly and Sulu had them ducked into the riverbank they had fallen in to.
Jim shifted next to McCoy as he spoke fast into the comm. McCoy winced as a phaser shot a piece of the rock above him and it fell on him. He felt the edge catch on his cheek and tear it open, but he did not move. The sound of the comm clicking closed made McCoy turn his head and he took in the grim look on Jim’s face.
“So how are we getting out of this?” the doctor asked as he took a swipe at the blood on his cheek with his sleeve. Jim just shushed him, flipped the comm open again, and looked around McCoy at Spock.
“Spock, I need you and Uhura to make a run for the riverbed. Bones and I will cover you, do you copy?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“On my mark then,” Jim said as he turned and switched his phaser to kill. McCoy crouched on the balls of his feet and waited. “Three, two, one.”
Spock had Uhura by the top of her arm and they bolted for the riverbed. McCoy and Jim shot fire after fire at the Klingons huddled in the trees. It did not take long for Spock and Uhura to slide over the edge of the bank and out of sight. McCoy quickly ducked back down and pulled on Jim’s shirt to follow. They sat there, gasping. The air on the planet was much thinner than that of Earth.
“You need to run, Bones.” Jim’s voice was strong, despite the fact that he was having difficulty breathing.
“Ok, we’ll go in three-”
“You have to run.” McCoy stared at Jim with a mixture of confusion and dawning horror.
“No, we’re both going, Jim,” he said firmly. Panic was starting to cloud McCoy’s mind and he gripped Jim’s arm tightly. Jim shook his head though, and put his hand on top of McCoy’s.
“Where I’m going, you can’t follow,” Jim whispered. He slid up onto his haunches, pulling McCoy up with him.
“No, no. Jim, no-” McCoy said fast, but Jim had already thrown McCoy towards the riverbed and all his feet could do was keep running. McCoy stumbled and fell forwards, over the edge and into the rocks. He felt hands on his arms, pulling. He spins around wildly in time to see Jim take a deep breath and stand to his full height. He fires shot after shot as McCoy was dragged away and everything just seems to slow down. McCoy cannot hear anything but his own muffled screams and the Klingon fire.
Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of.