Chapter 9 – Red matter explosion
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! :D Also thanks to all my readers and reviewers! Next chapter probably won't be done for a week or so. I've got midterms.Chapter 9 – Red matter explosionSpace, Enterprise
“This is Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise
. Your ship is compromised, too close to the singularity to survive without assistance, which we are willing to provide,” Jim relayed to Captain Nero.
Spock turned around and whispered in Jim’s ear, “Captain, what are you doing?”
“His job-- to keep peace between us and the Romulans that are still out there,” Buffy responded, her Slayer hearing having picked up Spock’s question.
“It’s logical, Spock. Don’t you like that?” queried Jim.
Spock took a moment to consider it before answering, “No, not really. Not this time.”
“I would rather suffer the end of Romulus a thousand times, I would rather die in agony, than accept assistance from you,” Captain Nero responded.
“You got it,” answered Jim.
Buffy stared at the alien, not getting how anyone supposedly sentient could be so stubborn and foolish right till the end. She rolled her eyes at Nero's image on the screen. “Have a nice death. I hear Hell is pretty unpleasant.”
Jim looked her in the eye, wanting to ask her if she really knew or was just saying. He decided to save it for later and walked up to his chair. “Arm phasers, fire everything we’ve got.”
“Yes sir,” Sulu responded and began to press the buttons to do just that.
As the Enterprise
fired its weapons at Nero’s ship, they watched the ship begin to break apart and eventually crumple into the anomaly.
“It’s nice of him to at least clean up after himself,” Buffy said to no one in particular. Chekov and Sulu chuckled slightly at that.
As the last of the debris disappeared, a warning showed up on the viewscreen. “Sulu, let’s go home,” commanded Jim.
“Yes, sir!” Sulu replied and proceeded to turn the Enterprise
around to escape at warp.
However, the Enterprise
didn’t appear to be going anywhere. “Why aren’t we at warp?” questioned Jim.
“We are, sir,” Chekov responded.
“Kirk to Engineering, get us out of here, Scotty,” instructed Jim.
In Engineering Scotty yelled, “You bet your arse, captain! … Captain, we’re caught in the gravity well. It’s got us.”
“Go to maximum warp! Push it,” ordered Jim.
“I’m giving her all she’s got, captain!” Scotty shouted back.
Buffy looked around, hearing a cracking sound. “This is not good,” she mumbled to herself as large cracks began to form in the ceiling.
“Everything she’s got isn’t good enough. What else you got?” queried Jim.
Scotty raised his hands to his head, running them over his short hair as his brain tried to come up with something to help them. “If we eject the core and detonate, the blast could be enough to push us away. I can’t promise anything, though.”
Up on the bridge more cracks began to form. “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Jim yelled, and Buffy had to agree. Rather a chance to live than certain death.
“Clear the area, go!” Scotty shouted to his subordinates and quickly went to a console and got to work. Machinery securing the core clicked loose and ejected it from the ship.
Buffy watched the viewscreen, clutching her injury with one hand as she did. An explosion detonated, and the shockwave came right at them. Buffy quickly moved up next to Jim’s chair and clutched the railing for support just as the ship began to shake.
Gritting her teeth Buffy turned her face enough to look into Jim’s blue eyes. Then both turned their heads to the viewscreen just in time to see them leaving the shockwave behind them.
Jim looked around at his crew and gave each of them a nod, before a soft laugh escaped him. He turned back to Buffy, who let out a breath of relief and closed her eyes in turn. She opened them again, looking at him, and she gave him a warm smile. He smiled in return and Buffy stepped closer to him, then promptly sat herself down on his lap, too tired to stand anymore and deciding to rest right there.
Jim was a little surprised when Buffy dropped herself on his lap. However, he quickly realized she was injured by the bloodstain on her clothes. “You’re hurt.”
“Mm, yeah. Romulan heart not where human heart is,” answered Buffy tiredly.
“Kirk to Sickbay, I’ve-,” before Jim could finish his sentence Buffy’s hand was pressed over his mouth, muffling his words.
“Jim? What’s wrong?” McCoy’s voice came over the comm. system not long after.
Buffy let out a fake laugh. “Oh, uh, nothing, doc. Jim’s just overreacting to a little scratch I’ve got,” Buffy said, glaring at Jim while still keeping a hand over his mouth.
“Why don’t you stop by Sickbay and I’ll have a look at it, just to be sure?” Bones responded.
Meanwhile, Buffy’s actions had caused every bridge officer to look at her and Jim. Deciding to ignore them for now Buffy was about to try and weasel her way out of coming to Sickbay, when Jim used his own arms to push Buffy’s hand away from his mouth.
“What are you doing? You’re injured! You need to have that looked at,” Jim told the woman in his lap.
No matter how sweet it was for him to worry over her, Buffy did not plan on going near any sickbay or have a doctor fussing over her. “I’ll be fine: Slayer healing, remember?”
“Then you won’t mind having Bones check you out, just to be certain,” argued Jim.
Back in sickbay, Jim and Buffy’s argument could be heard easily over the open comm. channel.
“There is absolutely no need to have Bones check me out, I’m fine!” came the aggravated reply from the Slayer.
“You really should check the girl out, Dr. McCoy,” Pike told him.
“If you’re so fine, then why are you sitting on my lap, looking like you’re about to pass out from exhaustion?” argued Jim.
Bones looked over at Pike. “You know what kind of injury she’s got, sir?”
“Hey, what are you doing! You shouldn’t exert yourself too much!” Jim’s voice again came over the comm. system.
Pike nodded. “Stab wound from her own knife-- damn thing went all the way in. Still, she just pulled it out and kept standing, then carried me over to where Kirk was, and apparently managed to hide it when you came in with your people.”
“I’m fine! See, I can stand on my own two feet,” Buffy responded.
Bones motioned for Nurse Chapel to continue monitoring Captain Pike as he grabbed a kit and headed for the Bridge.
Back on the bridge, everyone was watching the two-- some in confusion, others appalled by the guts of the blonde to stand up against the captain. A few more were watching with genuine interest, and a number of officers were just amused by the whole thing.
Kirk was standing on his feet now, as well as the Slayer. He was staring at her with frustration and concern. “Will you stop saying you’re fine? You’re not fine! You’re injured, you’ve been hiding it since we transported back, and now you’re refusing to have it treated. After Bones has fixed you up, he can take a look at your head! Something has to be wrong with you, because you’re obviously injured badly and yet you’re refusing treatment!”
Buffy clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the urge to hit him. “I have fast healing. It’ll be just fine, without going to Sickbay or a doctor!” Her voice started calm and controlled but as she continued speaking, it rose in volume. Buffy moved to walk away, but only managed to take one step away from the captain before he grabbed her arm and spun her back around to face him.
“And what is the harm of making sure your healing is doing just that?” Jim shouted back.
“Because I don’t like hospitals or doctors!” Buffy yelled in return.
Jim was silent for a moment at that exclamation. He then noticed drops of red dripping on the floor. “You’re bleeding,” he stated.
Buffy looked down and watched her own blood drip down in wonder. “Oh.” Suddenly feeling lightheaded she began to sway on her feet.
Just before her legs gave out under her, two strong caught her small frame. Buffy blinked and looked into a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes. She liked the ocean. “Easy, Buffy. I got you,” a pleasant voice Buffy immediately identified as Jim told her as he gently sat her on the floor.
“Kirk to Dr. McCoy. Bones, you better be on your way up-” Jim broke off his sentence when Bones walked through the doors of the bridge.
Seeing Jim kneeling by a now sitting Buffy, Bones hurried over to the two. Immediately he got out a gizmo from his kit and scanned the blonde’s injury.
“She gonna be alright?” Jim wanted to know.
“We need to get her to Sickbay,” Bones responded, putting his gizmo back into his kit, and moved to pick her up. Before he could, Jim had her gathered in his arms, her head cradling against his chest.
“Mr. Spock, you have the bridge,” Jim told the half-Vulcan.
Spock nodded and went over to the captain’s chair while Jim followed Bones out through the doors, carrying Buffy.
“Continue working,” Spock ordered as he noticed everyone was barely if at all focused on their jobs.
***Space, Enterprise, Sickbay
Buffy awoke feeling a nice warmth pressing against her body. She smiled and snuggled closer against the warmth…. ‘Wait, where am I? Why does it feel like I’m moving? Someone’s carrying me…,’ then it came back to her and she snapped her eyes open just as whoever had been carrying her was moving her away from the warmth and laying her on a cold surface.
A pair of worried blue eyes were looking down at her. “Buffy?” Jim inquired.
Buffy looked at him and moved to sit up, but a hand pressed her back down. “Not so fast, Ms. Summers,” Bones told her.
Buffy groaned. “I really don’t need to be here. I heal fast, you see. Jim, help me out here?”
“You collapsed on the bridge,” Jim reminded her.
“I just need some rest… and food. A nice hot bath wouldn’t be too bad, either.” Buffy tried to convince the two men to let her get out of there, knowing full well there was little if any chance of that happening now. Bones was even scanning her with the same gizmo again.
“I don’t think that’s gonna work,” Pike told her from a bed away.
Buffy grumbled and settled for glaring at both doctor and acting captain. She winced, however, when Bones moved her shirt, the dried blood making it stick to her skin.
“You’re one lucky woman, Ms. Summers. It seems like the damage isn’t as severe as I first thought,” Bones informed her.
“See? I told you I would have been fine,” Buffy went on to say.
Bones shook his head before continuing, “But without treatment it could have gotten infected, and then you could have died.”
“See? It’s a good thing to have it checked out after all,” responded Jim.
“I would have treated it myself. It’s not like I’ve never been injured before. Hell, I’ve even been stabbed with my own stake before and still patched it up without going to a hospital,” Buffy shot back.
“Yeah, but you usually had help from other people patching you up, right?” questioned Jim.
Bones took that moment to interrupt the two and said, “Can’t you two give it a rest? You know my whole staff plus everyone on the bridge has been privy to your little spat.”
Buffy looked from the doctor to Jim and groaned again, this time from embarrassment. Jim didn’t seem quite happy with the realization either.
“Good, now I’m going to lift up your shirt so we can clean this wound,” Bones told his patient.
“Can’t I just get one of those big patches and do this myself somewhere private?” Buffy spoke up.
Bones just glared at her in response.