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The Enterprise Parasite	By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 6957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Looking at Kirk with an expression approaching disbelief, Spock hesitated before answering.
"There was a...a malicious being on board the Enterprise, Captain. It attacked several of the crew before turning on us. Do you not recall any of this?"
Kirk frowned, looking around him. What he saw corroborated Spock's statements, to be sure, but he had only the vaguest memories of events leading up to his arrival on the bridge, and then...nothing.
"I remember sending you down to check out that planet," Kirk said hesitantly, "And that there seemed to be something off with one of the fellows that went down there�he was from security, right, the red shirt�but...it's only impressions after that."
As Kirk tried to gather his thoughts, Spock fought hard to suppress his Human side�to hide any signs of emotional devastation. To have endured such abuse, to come so close to having an actual functioning relationship, only to be rewarded with this�he refused to think about it.
"Suffice it to say, sir," Spock said, once he had effectively calmed himself, "The alien carried out sexual assaults."
Kirk shuddered. "Don't know about reporting that to Starfleet!"
Inclining his head in vaguely patronizing acknowledgement, Spock gestured at the lift.
"I would recommend that you have yourself checked out by Dr. McCoy, and then see to the repairing of your ship. Perhaps you should take Mr. Scott with you," he finished, going over to the engineer and kneeling by his side. Kirk followed him, still dazed, and watched as Spock used those long, delicate fingers (they almost reminded him of something, but what?) to clean and wake Scott efficiently. Pulling him up, Spock arranged him and Kirk so they were supporting each other, and led them into the lift.
As they rode silently down, Spock's mind raced.
McCoy did not seem to be so bewildered when he awoke; could that mean he remembers more than Jim�no, the captain�does? If that is the case, I must...confide in him, he reluctantly concluded. If the captain could trust McCoy to be a confidant, then it stood to reason that he should be able to as well.
When the lift doors opened onto the hallway that led to the sickbay, Spock helped the two men out and, seeing that they were short of breath already, allowed them to rest against the wall as he went ahead to check on McCoy's availability.
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McCoy had cleaned up nicely, and seeing his taut back and exposed forearms in those tantalizingly tight scrubs�as opposed to the plainness of being naked�nearly made Spock wish that he were not biologically limited by pon farr. Surprised by this trace of Human weakness, Spock mentally chastised himself and, schooling his features before McCoy turned around, gave the doctor a brief update on the situation.
"You're telling me Jim has amnesia?" McCoy said skeptically, harrumphing when Spock raised an eyebrow in response. "Must have banged his head when he fell, because I..." He trailed off upon seeing the spark of interest in Spock's eyes.
"Am I to surmise that you have retained your memories of the parasite and its...attacks, Doctor? Because," Spock said with a gesture, "Mr. Scott does not recall anything either. Nor does, I presume, the majority of the crew."
McCoy's eyes widened. "Do you mean to say that the two of us are the only ones�"
"Correct, sir. Fascinating; how much do you remember clearly? That may provide the answer as to why nobody else seems to have their memory intact."
Looking away, McCoy tugged at his short sleeves as if to hide his body. After seconds that felt like ages, he answered, voice rough with embarrassment.
"Most. Not all the details, but enough. I knew what was happening and didn't try to fight it�didn't want to do something that would make it worse�survival one-oh-one."
"Interesting," Spock murmured. "It appears that those who resisted the least suffered fewer consequences. Logical enough."
"I remember Jim telling you he loved you," McCoy said abruptly, staring hard at Spock now. "How's that for logical?"
"Do not let your jealousy get the best of you, Doctor," said Spock coolly. As McCoy huffed with indignation, he pressed on. "It would be best if that, ah, incident was not mentioned to the captain. I do not know what it would do to him psychologically if he were to be told that he had done something so...life-altering."
"Life-altering?" McCoy laughed, though with incredulity rather than scorn. "If I didn't know better, I would think that you were in love with him!"
When Spock fell silent, McCoy felt as though he had been punched in the gut. After a few wasted minutes of trying to read the Vulcan's inscrutable expression, he was on the verge of asking the computer to get him some liquor when Spock spoke again.
"The captain trusts you, does he not?"
"Well, sure, but I don't see what that has to do with�"
"Reluctance aside, it appears that now I shall have to do the same."
McCoy searched Spock's face for a sign of what he was thinking, but there was nothing to be seen. Still, McCoy knew from experience the pain Spock must be dealing with; it was as though that first blossoming of his crush back in their Academy days, and everything since, had been to prepare him for this. "Oh, Spock," he said with a sigh. "I'm sorry."
"You do not have anything to apologize for, Doctor." Spock paused before continuing, taking his time with each word. "I know that, volatile as you can be, you have the potential to be more rational, even, dare I say, logical at times than our captain. This is, I believe, why he frequently takes you into his confidence. Therefore, it seems that I will require your assistance in dealing with certain things that I find...undesirable."
"Oh, Spock," McCoy said again, this time in a whisper�earning him a fierce look from the Vulcan. Clearing his throat, he attempted to resume his usual attitude in an effort to prevent further offense. "You know, what they say about keeping feelings bottled up applies to everybody, even green-blooded folks like you�"
"We'll save this discussion for a later time," Spock interrupted smoothly, and McCoy busied himself with gathering medipaks as Scott and Kirk staggered into the room.
Spock faded into the background while the patients began to flood in, but he continued to observe McCoy as the man tended to each crew member with the same gentle attention. Even given the emotions Spock had sensed in the doctor during the mind-link, McCoy gave Kirk the same level of care he would an anonymous security officer, and vice versa. This evident cool-headedness served as a counterpoint to his erratic history of hot-temperedness, and gave Spock a degree of confidence in his choice. All that remained was to rebuild the control that the parasite�and Kirk�had ruined.
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Once everybody had been treated and sent to their respective cabins, Kirk included, Spock moved to slip out�but McCoy grabbed him before he could vanish through the doors.
"Kindly unhand me, sir," Spock said, voice harsh.
McCoy shook his head. "You can't tell me what you did and expect me to just act as though everything's normal! Maybe you can pretend you don't feel anything, but I know that's not true, and I can't let you�"
Spock wrenched his arm away, his face impassive. Drawing himself up to his full height, he stared silently down at McCoy as the man shrank imperceptibly beneath Spock's cold eyes.
"If this is to be discussed, it will be under my own terms and conditions, Doctor. Please make yourself available for such meetings as there may be in the future," said Spock, his silky voice contrasting sharply with his expression. "Mr. McCoy, if there were time now�"
The intercom beeped. They both jumped away from each other, startled by this reminder of everyday life. Gathering himself, Spock went over to the wall and, after the slightest of pauses, hit the switch.
"Mr. Spock, this is the captain speaking. Please report to the bridge as soon as possible."
"Acknowledged, sir." Spock left his finger on the intercom a few seconds longer, like one who wants to say something but cannot summon up the courage to do so, then let his arm fall to his side.
McCoy reached out, as though to put a hand on his shoulder, but he had already turned away.
Without a backwards look, Spock departed, leaving McCoy standing there in the empty room. Suddenly feeling aged beyond his years, he told the computer to turn the harsh lights off, laid down on one of the beds, and closed his eyes.

The Enterprise Parasite: END.
(To be continued in The Heart in Interphase.)
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