Star Trek – Love Triangle
In response to Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
“We have to get down there Spock!” Jim Kirk’s voice nearly inaudible in the frigid wind.
“Captain, she could not have survived that fall and if she did, her Valerian blood would not tolerate the cold. She’s gone Jim.” Spock’s ever pragmatic voice, usually a comfort, only irritated Kirk as he leaned further and further over the precipice.
“Captain, it would accomplish nothing if you also fell to your death,” Spock held tightly onto Kirk’s hard biceps.
“Damnit Spock!” Kirk ground out, stopping mid-sentence.
“Spock, what is it? Spock?” Now it was Kirk’s turn to grab Spock by the arms, shaking him.
Spock’s back had gone ramrod straight, his eyes glazed, his body unmoving.
“Jim, she is alive. She has asked permission to mind-meld with me in order to raise her core temperature.”
“Then do it man!” Jim’s voice cut through the wind.
“I am attempting to establish a connection now Captain.” Spock sank to his knees in the frigid snow and ice. “Jim, she is injured, she is shielding me from her pain.”
Kirk already had his communicator in hand. “Scotty, lock onto these coordinates. Beam Special Attaché Kyrie directly to sick bay, stat!”
“I’m sorry Captain, no beaming from down in the canyon. All three walls are solid iron ore, there’ll be no transporting from in there,” Scotty said. “We’ll have to do it the old fashion way with ropes and pulleys.”
Hours later, Kyrie lay in sick bay, her right leg immobilized, various scrapes, cuts and bruises tended to.
Above her stood the two men in her life. Both with their own degree of worry etched upon their faces.
Spock, “I’m still unclear as to how you fell Kyrie?”
“I didn’t fall,” she answered quietly “I was pushed.”