The metal craft lifts of the ground, groaning and creaking. It bit on my nerves, like the clawing of a kitten when it was frightened.
"Steady there." Bones puts a hand on my shoulder, I shy away. "She may be old but she's trustworthy."
She must be the craft. I nod even though I was not very sure of the safety of us flying. Spock, who I gathered was not of this world either, was quietly conversing with Uhura. The blond man, Kirk, flew the craft. Bones tinkered around, checking my blood pressure and oxygen levels.
"Are you a healer, Mr. Bones?" I ask quizzically.
He chuckles. "Where we come from, the job's known as a doctor."
I freeze... Doctor who? I thought.
My head cocks to the side like a confused puppy.
"It's pretty much the same." He turns to me with... What is it... A device to hear your heart beat I'm almost sure.
"This is a stethoscope." He informs me, picking up my questioning look.
I can't see any windows but after half of an hour, the craft stops.
"Miss Torah, welcome to the Starship Enterprise."
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Pray To Forget
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