'The Desert Sun' Parts 4+5
Title: The Desert Sun (continued) *Parts 4 & 5*
Author: spockish_girl
Characters: K&Mc&S
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of The Desert Sun
Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for 'The Desert Sun Part 1+ 2 + 3
Disclaimer: Paramount owns 'em of course. I just borrow them once and a while.
Author's notes: Here's Parts 4&5. Enjoy. Read. Comment. xD
The Desert Sun, Parts 4 & 5
McCoy awoke to blazing light. God…I must be dead. He tried to move, hitting his head on a rock next to him. "Nope, I’m alive…" He groaned putting his hand to his head. He muttered curses to himself. "Still in the blasted Vulcan desert." He picked up his medkit, tricorder, and Jim’s canteen.
He kneeled next to the Captain. "Jim…Jim, come on. Wake up, damn it!" He shook his friend.
Jim groaned and put his hand to his head. "My head…feels…like hell." He grumbled. "Not to mention my shoulder."
McCoy handed him the canteen. "Drink," he ordered.
"Don’t you say please anymore, Bones?" Jim asked with a grin, putting the canteen to his lips.
"I stopped asking you to do things a long time ago when I realized that you were the kind of fool who needed to be told to take care of himself." McCoy grumbled waving the tricorder over the Captain.
Jim chuckled, "Oh, I see." He looked at the tricorder, then at McCoy. "So what’s the prognosis, Doctor?" He asked smirking.
"You’ve gained a couple of pounds since your last physical." McCoy muttered.
"That’s not what I meant and you know it," Jim snapped.
Bones cast him a disapproving glance. "You’re a helluva lot worse than you should be." He studied his tricorder. "And the worst part is, I don’t even know where to begin to treat it!" He stood up, throwing his hands up.
Jim tried to stand, using the rock for support. "Then…we should find someone who does," He said grunting. Waves of vertigo hit him, he clutched his head and his legs gave out. His whole body felt numb. "Not the best way to start the day," He grumbled.
McCoy came to his side and helped him on to the rock.
"Bones…I can’t…stand. Numb." Jim gasped, trying to catch his breath. The doctor moved into position to carry him, fireman style.
"Bones, don’t. I don’t think carrying me to the city is…such a good idea." Jim said.
"Shut up and put your arm around my shoulder!" McCoy shouted. He was very concerned about his friend; he didn’t know how much longer Jim could last in this heat with that injury. Hell, he didn’t know how long he could last carrying Jim in this heat. But he refused to leave Jim here.
At least I can see where I’m going now…
***
McCoy was trudging on when he spotted a blue clad figure ahead. Sitting against a rock. He gently lay the unconscious Captain down on the ground. The Captain had lost consciousness an hour ago, much to the dismay of a concerned McCoy.
McCoy ran over to the rock, or tried to. He was exhausted after carrying the Captain. He turned the figure over…it was…Spock!
"Spock!" McCoy yelled. He quickly knelt next to the Vulcan and found a pulse. It seemed like Spock ran into an unfriendly animal as well. His uniform was torn and he had a cut on his forehead. Dried green blood caked the side of his face. McCoy went back to the Captain and brought him to the other side of the rock. He then took his tricorder and quickly scanned Spock. No poison. Good. McCoy took out a stimulant/antibiotic and administered it.
Spock was not waking up, however. "No…come on, Spock. Spock!" McCoy yelled shaking the Vulcan. Then he remembered about the Vulcan healing trance that M’Benga told him about. Yes…that must be it. He struck the Vulcan, then again and again. A strong hand caught his next attempt.
"Doctor," Spock said, blinking.
"Spock…are you alright?" McCoy said surprised, removing his hand from the Vulcan’s grasp.
Spock was silent for a moment and then spoke. "I am functional. The healing trance was most refreshing."
Spock thought a moment, steepling his fingers. "I was attacked by a wild sehlat, shortly after we were separated. I was trying to locate you, but due to the intensity of the storm, was unsuccessful."
Spock’s left eyebrow raised an inch, "Jim," he murmured.
"I found him, Spock." McCoy said quickly. "Well, actually he found me, I had blacked out. He got in a little trouble with a sehlat too. Minor injuries. We were trying to find you, but he was attacked by some poisonous creature." McCoy said sitting next to Jim. Spock followed and knelt down next to the Captain. His eyes softened.
"A le-matya. Their claws are poisonous." He stated turning to McCoy. "What is his condition?"
"Not good," McCoy sighed, checking Jim’s pulse. "He needs immediate medical attention. I don’t know how to treat this, not to mention, I don’t have the medication." He said standing. "His canteen is empty," McCoy said tossing the useless canteen aside.
Spock said nothing but picked Jim up in his arms, gently, and started off to the city.
"Spock, what in blazes are you doing!?" McCoy yelled starting after the Vulcan.
Spock turned to face him, "You said the Captain was in need of immediate medical attention, did you not?"
"Well…yes. But, Spock, you’re in no shape to carry him all the way to the blasted city!" McCoy yelled.
"I am functional, Doctor. The Captain is not. Your energy reserves have been severely depleted by carrying him this far. The logical conclusion is that I carry the Captain to the city. This is no time for heroics, Doctor." Spock stated with a firm, authoritative tone. He turned around and continued on.
"Who’s talking about heroics?" He yelled after Spock. "You said there are always alternatives! Surely there’s got to be another option. Can’t you-"
"Doctor, the other option would be to leave the Captain here. An option, I would prefer not to take." He said interrupting the Doctor.
"Agreed," McCoy muttered. And with that both men continued on to the city.
Author: spockish_girl
Characters: K&Mc&S
Rating: PG
Summary: Continuation of The Desert Sun
Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for 'The Desert Sun Part 1+ 2 + 3
Disclaimer: Paramount owns 'em of course. I just borrow them once and a while.
Author's notes: Here's Parts 4&5. Enjoy. Read. Comment. xD
The Desert Sun, Parts 4 & 5
McCoy awoke to blazing light. God…I must be dead. He tried to move, hitting his head on a rock next to him. "Nope, I’m alive…" He groaned putting his hand to his head. He muttered curses to himself. "Still in the blasted Vulcan desert." He picked up his medkit, tricorder, and Jim’s canteen.
He kneeled next to the Captain. "Jim…Jim, come on. Wake up, damn it!" He shook his friend.
Jim groaned and put his hand to his head. "My head…feels…like hell." He grumbled. "Not to mention my shoulder."
McCoy handed him the canteen. "Drink," he ordered.
"Don’t you say please anymore, Bones?" Jim asked with a grin, putting the canteen to his lips.
"I stopped asking you to do things a long time ago when I realized that you were the kind of fool who needed to be told to take care of himself." McCoy grumbled waving the tricorder over the Captain.
Jim chuckled, "Oh, I see." He looked at the tricorder, then at McCoy. "So what’s the prognosis, Doctor?" He asked smirking.
"You’ve gained a couple of pounds since your last physical." McCoy muttered.
"That’s not what I meant and you know it," Jim snapped.
Bones cast him a disapproving glance. "You’re a helluva lot worse than you should be." He studied his tricorder. "And the worst part is, I don’t even know where to begin to treat it!" He stood up, throwing his hands up.
Jim tried to stand, using the rock for support. "Then…we should find someone who does," He said grunting. Waves of vertigo hit him, he clutched his head and his legs gave out. His whole body felt numb. "Not the best way to start the day," He grumbled.
McCoy came to his side and helped him on to the rock.
"Bones…I can’t…stand. Numb." Jim gasped, trying to catch his breath. The doctor moved into position to carry him, fireman style.
"Bones, don’t. I don’t think carrying me to the city is…such a good idea." Jim said.
"Shut up and put your arm around my shoulder!" McCoy shouted. He was very concerned about his friend; he didn’t know how much longer Jim could last in this heat with that injury. Hell, he didn’t know how long he could last carrying Jim in this heat. But he refused to leave Jim here.
At least I can see where I’m going now…
***
McCoy was trudging on when he spotted a blue clad figure ahead. Sitting against a rock. He gently lay the unconscious Captain down on the ground. The Captain had lost consciousness an hour ago, much to the dismay of a concerned McCoy.
McCoy ran over to the rock, or tried to. He was exhausted after carrying the Captain. He turned the figure over…it was…Spock!
"Spock!" McCoy yelled. He quickly knelt next to the Vulcan and found a pulse. It seemed like Spock ran into an unfriendly animal as well. His uniform was torn and he had a cut on his forehead. Dried green blood caked the side of his face. McCoy went back to the Captain and brought him to the other side of the rock. He then took his tricorder and quickly scanned Spock. No poison. Good. McCoy took out a stimulant/antibiotic and administered it.
Spock was not waking up, however. "No…come on, Spock. Spock!" McCoy yelled shaking the Vulcan. Then he remembered about the Vulcan healing trance that M’Benga told him about. Yes…that must be it. He struck the Vulcan, then again and again. A strong hand caught his next attempt.
"Doctor," Spock said, blinking.
"Spock…are you alright?" McCoy said surprised, removing his hand from the Vulcan’s grasp.
Spock was silent for a moment and then spoke. "I am functional. The healing trance was most refreshing."
Spock thought a moment, steepling his fingers. "I was attacked by a wild sehlat, shortly after we were separated. I was trying to locate you, but due to the intensity of the storm, was unsuccessful."
Spock’s left eyebrow raised an inch, "Jim," he murmured.
"I found him, Spock." McCoy said quickly. "Well, actually he found me, I had blacked out. He got in a little trouble with a sehlat too. Minor injuries. We were trying to find you, but he was attacked by some poisonous creature." McCoy said sitting next to Jim. Spock followed and knelt down next to the Captain. His eyes softened.
"A le-matya. Their claws are poisonous." He stated turning to McCoy. "What is his condition?"
"Not good," McCoy sighed, checking Jim’s pulse. "He needs immediate medical attention. I don’t know how to treat this, not to mention, I don’t have the medication." He said standing. "His canteen is empty," McCoy said tossing the useless canteen aside.
Spock said nothing but picked Jim up in his arms, gently, and started off to the city.
"Spock, what in blazes are you doing!?" McCoy yelled starting after the Vulcan.
Spock turned to face him, "You said the Captain was in need of immediate medical attention, did you not?"
"Well…yes. But, Spock, you’re in no shape to carry him all the way to the blasted city!" McCoy yelled.
"I am functional, Doctor. The Captain is not. Your energy reserves have been severely depleted by carrying him this far. The logical conclusion is that I carry the Captain to the city. This is no time for heroics, Doctor." Spock stated with a firm, authoritative tone. He turned around and continued on.
"Who’s talking about heroics?" He yelled after Spock. "You said there are always alternatives! Surely there’s got to be another option. Can’t you-"
"Doctor, the other option would be to leave the Captain here. An option, I would prefer not to take." He said interrupting the Doctor.
"Agreed," McCoy muttered. And with that both men continued on to the city.