To Many 4: Sims Happen
To Many 4: Sims Happen
By: Wolfa Moon
Sum: Empathic McCoy
Dis: Own nothing. Just an idea.
Part 1 : Link
Part 2: Discovery
Part 3: Go For a walk
TM4
Sims are a part of life at the academy. Jim Kirk excelled at them. This was a rescue and retrieve op. They had stormed the front gates and were making their way inside. Several other explosions set by them or by the enemy blocked passageways and a quick shot to the hostage room. Things could never be simple. They had to find another way. Jim looked at the two who were under his command. He could go faster without them. This was a group event though. A sim that put him in command of the group. This boasted his ego. So far in so little time. They moved silent as Iowa night. Taking steps backward then forward. Tricorders blind in the structure. All on instinct. This particular skill, Kirk is gifted with an over abundance. He held up a hand to halt them. A sensation tickled his senses. So familiar yet dulled. It pulled to him. Yearned him to go down the passage to his right. It would lead them away from the room where the hostages were presumed to being held. One of the fellow comrades voiced that thought as he followed his gut. It had never steered him really wrong in the past. Why question it now. He ordered them to follow but keep safe distance.
Moving with renewed purpose he followed the inner light till it began to pour and warm him. Warmed in such a familiar fashion. He yearned for more warmth. Kneeling he looked around the corner.
The enemy was moving the hostage. A man was bound. Head covered. Dressed in royal regal attire. Robes floating and dragging on the ground around the person. Two men in front, 2 behind. One on each side. And one to lead the rope attached to the hostage. 7 enemies. He could do it. But at what risk? Motioning the others over. He came up with a plan. He would run straight at them grab the hostage while they covered him and fired their best not to hit the hostage. They still needed to get out of there. Phasers on stun. The hostage stumbled on his garments. The one on the lead rope pulled him. Making the hostage slip further on the ground.
“Get up.” He ordered. The hostage shuck his head. The hostage’s head hurt. He had been nabbed and tied up with no explanation. This was not a good day. But it gave Kirk the opportunity he needed. He ran out firing at the enemy. His two comrades taking down the others. Kirk landed in front of the hostage. He pulled the rope for their hands. Only to have them pulled back away. The hostage sat back on his knees. Kirk tilted his head. Something was off. His gut was kicking so hard. Something was desperately wrong with this scenario. Kirk reached for the head bag pulling it off the hostage. They needed to rescue the hostage and secure his safety. The bag off, blinking eyes focused on him. His head tilted.
Recognition.
Kirk's blood boiled. In his hands is his best friend. Mouth gagged. Ears plugged. And he was sweating. Something was wrong. The unwelcome kick kept kicking. With hurried knowledgeable hands Kirk removed the gag. McCoy took in a shacky breath. Kirk hurried on the rest of the travesties that adorned his friend. The ears open to hear. The mouth opened to breath. Hands free to feel. But that was not the main problem. McCoy was sweating bullets.
“Bones what’s wrong?” Kirk asked. McCoy tried to get moisture enough to speak. But his mouth was so dry. One of his fellow comrades handed him water. Kirk offered it to his friend. He made to grab at it but his hands shock terribly. Kirk held the bottle tight and lifted it to his friend’s lips. He drank slowly like they taught you to after a major event without water for a period of time. This only fueled his anger more. McCoy breathed as the water was pulled away.
His eyes blinking. Still trying to focus. He could see his friend. Yet felt nothing through the fog that engulfed him.
“Jim?”
“Yeah Bones.”
“They gave me something. Something to dampen me. I can’t. Don’t feel right.” Kirk brushed his hands over McCoy’s sweat soaked brow.
“Oh god.” They had to get out of here. This was still a sim and would not get help till they were out. Kirk lifted his friend up. He tried to use his side of the duo magic to sense what was coming. They had been going to some classes for a while to expand on this. It only worked with both of them. They tried with others. Only able to spark the mundane things to happen. But the real magic was when they are together. Always keep them together.
Nothing was going to stop Kirk from getting his drugged friend out of here. They moved through the structure with ease. When enemies came their way. The enemy seemed confused and walked the other way. Or simply didn’t see them as they passed. His two associates following in shock. Not questioning though. That could wait for later.
As soon as they reached the sim shuttlecraft. Kirk screamed for a medic. McCoy had grown weaker in his arms as they exited. Kirk realizing his friend was trying to help where he could. Exerting himself too much. Too much with a drug haze.
The medic who was attending him was tracking his reading.
“This isn’t right?”
‘What?” Kirk asked. Emotion in every letter.
“He’s having an adverse reaction.”
“What?” Another man came over with Captain Pike following. He was observing the whole sim. For he is the one who set it up.
“Doctor Puri,” the medic acknowledged. “He is having an adverse reaction to the suppressant.”
“Which one did you use?” Kirk asked. Puri answered.
“A simple Betazoid compound they use when they get to big for their mind.”
“But he’s not betazoid.”
“What?” Puri looked to Pike for guidance on this.
“McCoy is human with an exceptionally strong sixth sense.”
“Oh my.” Puri pulled out his med case and rifled through it. He kneeled down next to McCoy and injected a compound into him. Kirk watched. He wanted to attack this man. Wanted to rip him a new one. Bare his teeth and sink it into his neck. Yet he was the only one who could fix this. “There he should feel better soon. Take him home and get some rest.” Kirk growled at him. He lifted his friend into his arms. Looking to Pike. Pike nodded and hit his communicator. He owed them this.
“Sight to sight transport.”
Tm4
Kirk sat beside his friend. McCoy slept what seemed forever. Yet Kirk would not abandon his post. They had captured his friend right after getting done his shift. No time to rest. They had dressed him up in cloths he would never wear. Injected him with a drug to suppress him. Suppress his talents. Idiots. Jim ran his hand through Bone’s hair. Feeling the calm that it brought them both. McCoy stirred.
“Bones?”
“Jim?”
“Yeah.” He said with a smile. McCoy felt it and enveloped it with all his empathic grace. Smiling back. “You ok?”
“I will be.” Bones tugged him down. Universal sign: get in bed. The two had slept in the same bed before. Mostly to comfort. Mostly when the other was sick or injured. For they were the only family the two had. Kirk laid down. McCoy would deny later how he cuddled close to his friend. But in this weak state he accepted. Needed to feel his emotional anchor. Jim smiled as he felt his friend radiate his gift. Something only he mostly felt. Something subtle to others. A wreaking ball to him. He felt safe now. He felt at peace. And for the longest time misplaced. He felt home.
“Rest Bones. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
Music: Fountain of Life: Two Steps from Hell
Part 5
The Old Ways