To Many: Part 3: Go For a Walk
To Many: 3: Go For a Walk
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TM3:1
Jim jabbed a hypo into McCoy's neck as soon as they hit the turbo lift. "Kirk, what did I tell you."
"He needs it." McCoy was practically leaning on Kirk. Pike watched them as he composed himself. "McCoy?" he looked up. "Did youu get anything before he gave you that?" He nodded.
"He’s anger. Rage. It overflows through him." He breathed and straightened. "There is something else. But I’m an empath right. Jim you get anything?"
"I’m not like that. I can only get hints and things."
"And what does that mean?"
"It means that I can't do anything." Pike took a threatening step toward McCoy. Kirk Stepped unconsciously forward.
"Threatening him won't get any response like that." McCoy stopped the turbo lift. "What are you doing?" He looked to all in the room.
"I'm a doctor. We have injured." The door opened. Spock stood there not moving. They both looked to Pike.
"Are you sure there is nothing else?" McCoy just glared at him like he was an idiot but his eye had pain around them. Finally easing with the drugs taking effect. Kirk winked to McCoy.
“See you soon.”
“You’d better.” McCoy ran off. Door closing Pike looked to Kirk who seemed to melt into the wall. The atmosphere was thick and tangible. Kirk was doing something. Either unconsciously or deliberately, Pike couldn’t tell. Pike breathed in a deep breath. What the hell? Then with a flick of a switch it was gone. Kirk’s eyes opened and looked around. Realizing he did something.
“Sorry.” Pike smiled. The doors opened to the shuttle bay.
TM3:2
People kept on pouring into one of the only surviving sickbays. McCoy entered into chaos. The drugs in full effect he jumped into the siege.
The outside world didn’t matter at the moment.
James T. Kirk was out there saving the day.
*
McCoy had just finished one patient and began to move onto another. A spike of lost ran deep through him. Toppling over a bed. He had several nurse running toward him. He tried to wave them off as he tried to regain some sense of decorum. What the hell? He thought. Closing his eyes he went over his breathing and focused on it. Three years of training to get better control. The best control was with Jim. But he wasn’t here right now. Focusing it. Following it through the ship. Through all the other pain that was around. This lost was so unique it intrigued him beyond the norm. Normally, he would lock his shields up iron tight. But this broke through all. Such a unique signature, an intriguing scream of anguish. His higher being found that it pulsed near another specific strand of emotional being. Someone he could read no matter where he was.
*
Jim Kirk was standing watching Spock reach out to thin air. The lost readable on his face. Then he felt the welcoming trickle of another presence. Bones he realized must have felt Spock’s anguish.
T3:3
Spock had just let Nyota walk back onto the bridge. He had secured the bridge and set a course. Now proceeding to go to sickbay and check on the captain and the remaining Vulcan High Council. The doors opened. Spock began to step out but was blocked.
“Pardon me.” But the figure didn’t move. His eyes looked up to see the new CMO standing before him. “Doctor, I was just coming to see you.” McCoy cocked his head to a side. He felt that the Vulcan was struggling before him. Moving his right hand from its resting point on his left elbow he pushed the Vulcan back into the turbo lift. Spock began to protest when the doors shut. Yet was stupefied when the brash, empathic, doctor hugged him. It felt different from the way Nyota did. Hers radiated emotion of sorrow. Feeling his pain and radiating it with her human heart. Yet when McCoy hugged him. It felt as if the emotion rolled on the waves. The man felt them, accepted them. Realizing that the man was welcoming his pain. No other waves trying to undercurrent his waves. His lost.
*
McCoy went on instinct. His mind wanted to reach in and fix the problem. There was no way to fix this. So many, too many, are feeling the days emotional escapade. He had upped the dosage on another round of blockers. Through it all the unique signature remained of lost. Confronting it now he let it sink into him. Vulcan’s really do feel. One final squeeze he stepped back from the Commanding officer.
“I grieve with thee.” Remembering his Vulcan tack. He wasn’t the first Vulcan he had to give bad news to today. McCoy realized he was the most important Vulcan right now. Spock needed this.
“Thank you doctor.” McCoy nodded. The two proceeded to sickbay.
You always say goodnight: Juliana theory
Part 1 : Link
Part 2: Link
TM3:1
Jim jabbed a hypo into McCoy's neck as soon as they hit the turbo lift. "Kirk, what did I tell you."
"He needs it." McCoy was practically leaning on Kirk. Pike watched them as he composed himself. "McCoy?" he looked up. "Did youu get anything before he gave you that?" He nodded.
"He’s anger. Rage. It overflows through him." He breathed and straightened. "There is something else. But I’m an empath right. Jim you get anything?"
"I’m not like that. I can only get hints and things."
"And what does that mean?"
"It means that I can't do anything." Pike took a threatening step toward McCoy. Kirk Stepped unconsciously forward.
"Threatening him won't get any response like that." McCoy stopped the turbo lift. "What are you doing?" He looked to all in the room.
"I'm a doctor. We have injured." The door opened. Spock stood there not moving. They both looked to Pike.
"Are you sure there is nothing else?" McCoy just glared at him like he was an idiot but his eye had pain around them. Finally easing with the drugs taking effect. Kirk winked to McCoy.
“See you soon.”
“You’d better.” McCoy ran off. Door closing Pike looked to Kirk who seemed to melt into the wall. The atmosphere was thick and tangible. Kirk was doing something. Either unconsciously or deliberately, Pike couldn’t tell. Pike breathed in a deep breath. What the hell? Then with a flick of a switch it was gone. Kirk’s eyes opened and looked around. Realizing he did something.
“Sorry.” Pike smiled. The doors opened to the shuttle bay.
TM3:2
People kept on pouring into one of the only surviving sickbays. McCoy entered into chaos. The drugs in full effect he jumped into the siege.
The outside world didn’t matter at the moment.
James T. Kirk was out there saving the day.
*
McCoy had just finished one patient and began to move onto another. A spike of lost ran deep through him. Toppling over a bed. He had several nurse running toward him. He tried to wave them off as he tried to regain some sense of decorum. What the hell? He thought. Closing his eyes he went over his breathing and focused on it. Three years of training to get better control. The best control was with Jim. But he wasn’t here right now. Focusing it. Following it through the ship. Through all the other pain that was around. This lost was so unique it intrigued him beyond the norm. Normally, he would lock his shields up iron tight. But this broke through all. Such a unique signature, an intriguing scream of anguish. His higher being found that it pulsed near another specific strand of emotional being. Someone he could read no matter where he was.
*
Jim Kirk was standing watching Spock reach out to thin air. The lost readable on his face. Then he felt the welcoming trickle of another presence. Bones he realized must have felt Spock’s anguish.
T3:3
Spock had just let Nyota walk back onto the bridge. He had secured the bridge and set a course. Now proceeding to go to sickbay and check on the captain and the remaining Vulcan High Council. The doors opened. Spock began to step out but was blocked.
“Pardon me.” But the figure didn’t move. His eyes looked up to see the new CMO standing before him. “Doctor, I was just coming to see you.” McCoy cocked his head to a side. He felt that the Vulcan was struggling before him. Moving his right hand from its resting point on his left elbow he pushed the Vulcan back into the turbo lift. Spock began to protest when the doors shut. Yet was stupefied when the brash, empathic, doctor hugged him. It felt different from the way Nyota did. Hers radiated emotion of sorrow. Feeling his pain and radiating it with her human heart. Yet when McCoy hugged him. It felt as if the emotion rolled on the waves. The man felt them, accepted them. Realizing that the man was welcoming his pain. No other waves trying to undercurrent his waves. His lost.
*
McCoy went on instinct. His mind wanted to reach in and fix the problem. There was no way to fix this. So many, too many, are feeling the days emotional escapade. He had upped the dosage on another round of blockers. Through it all the unique signature remained of lost. Confronting it now he let it sink into him. Vulcan’s really do feel. One final squeeze he stepped back from the Commanding officer.
“I grieve with thee.” Remembering his Vulcan tack. He wasn’t the first Vulcan he had to give bad news to today. McCoy realized he was the most important Vulcan right now. Spock needed this.
“Thank you doctor.” McCoy nodded. The two proceeded to sickbay.
You always say goodnight: Juliana theory