My story...continued
Title: The Desert Sun (continued)
Author: spockish_girl
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Characters: K&Mc
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of The Desert Sun
Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for 'The Desert Sun'
Disclaimer: Kirk and Co. are owned by Paramound. I just ask these two gentleman to dance in a while.
Author's notes: Hottest day yet. So as requested, it has been continued.
The Desert Sun
He woke up to bright light shining in his eyes. A shadow loomed above him.
"Spock?" He grumbled. Trying to get up on his elbows.
"Bones." The shadow answered with a gentle tone and turned the flashlight off. It was Jim Kirk.
"Jim." He settled back. "Jim, where the hell did you come from? Spock and I were out looking for you. And then Spock…Jim, Spock went off. We were separated. There was a bad windstorm and I lost my canteen. That blasted pointy-eared first officer of yours went to look for my canteen!" He tried to sit up, but Jim pushed him down. The doctor saw Jim was covered in bruises and cuts. "Jim, what the hell happened to you?" He tried to stand but his head spun.
"Bones. You’ve been out for a while. You’re suffering from heat stroke. Lie down." Jim said trying to steady his friend. He took out his own canteen and handed it to the doctor. The doctor nodded his thanks and took small swallows.
"I’m fine. But I can’t say the same for you. What happened to you?" He gestured at Jim’s cuts and bruises.
"Oh." Jim looked at his injuries. "I ran into a wild sehlat. And…I can’t say it was too happy to see me." He rubbed his arm.
Dr. McCoy was looking around. Finally, he spotted his medical tricorder. He picked it up and waved it Jim. "You sure do get into trouble Jim. When you didn’t come back to the conference room after you went off with that young lady, Spock and I decided to go out looking for you. We found the girl. But she had no idea where you were. Just said you wanted to look into something."
"I had…lost my communicator…I must of dropped it when…the other night." He sounded uncomfortable.
"When you went off with your lady friend. To her assigned quarters, I’ll bet." McCoy smirked. But Jim ignored him. He looked around.
"We better keep looking for Spock. He might need help." Jim said.
McCoy took his shirt off and ripped it up. "Not before I bandage you up. Your arm’s bleeding pretty bad." He bound the arm tightly. And then took another piece of cloth and dampened it with water from the canteen. He carefully studied the Captain’s head. "You’ve got a bad gash on your head." He patted at it with the cloth. The Captain, annoyed, took the cloth away from him.
"It’s not that bad." He continued to pat at it himself. McCoy took a hypo out and set it.
"How do you feel?" He said not looking up.
"A bit of a headache. But I’ll be fine." Kirk said turning around.
"The hell you will. Here, this should get rid of the headache for a while." McCoy said pressing the hypo against Kirk’s neck.
"Thanks, Bones." Jim said picking up the canteen. "We’d better get going. Do you think you can locate Spock with your tricorder?"
The doctor set his tricorder. "I’m not sure. It’s hard to pinpoint him. Wait- I think I have him. He's two kilometers away from here...That way." He pointed. "I can’t tell what his condition is from here." McCoy said almost frustrated.
Both men started to walk. It was getting dark. If they were going to find Spock, they better do it soon.
TBC