Jones, A Star Trek Soap

18 Air Vents

Meanwhile Jenny had discovered she could fit inside the airvents and crawl to just about anywhere on the Enterprise.

Her ankle was still a little sore, but she was used to pushing through pain.

~slight trigger warning~

"Again!" I couldn't think of the name of the Klingon that was beating me.

It hurt.

'I can't. It's impossible!' I gasped out. Everything hurts. I can't move.

'Nothing is impossible. You are weak!' The Klingon aimed a vicious kick at my ribs, and it felt like a truck.

'How am I supposed to finish this when you're nearly breaking my ribs?' I cried out pathetically.

'Do it!' The Klingon stopped, and dragged me back to my feet.

I felt like vomiting. I could feel the bruises forming already. But there was nothing to do but to go back to the start and take the course all over again.

Jenny blinked the horrible memory out of her mind.

She had learnt that day to keep going. That was the object lesson the Klingons had taught her. No matter what pain, no matter what fear.

She supposed that was a blessing and a curse.

Now Jenny had made it above the Medbay, and peered down.

I wonder why Bones looks so cold.

Scotty usually filled her in on all the away missions etc but because he was working he didn't have a chance to tell her.

He looks So tired. He needs some sleep. He slept for two days solid when he was poisoned. He looks like he could do with that now......

Oh McCoy. I don't know if I'm in love with you or just needy because of my trauma or what. I miss just talking to you.

'Bones?' Jim's voice came through his tricorder.

'Here.' Bones sighed tiredly and put down his coffee.

Angela had come back to work, but in tearful silence.

His other nurses were working hard, but with 6 whole villages to cure, everyone was off their feet.

He felt bad for just sitting in his office, but he was so cold, and so tired.

Maybe if I just put my head down.....

He fell asleep with his head on his desk.

Jenny leaned over the grille of the airvent precariously, looking at Bones.

He looked worried, his brow crinkled. His hand was slowly letting go of his coffee mug. His dark hair was ruffled.

I wonder what it would feel like if I gently ran my hand through it....

Jenny pulled herself together. What am I doing here? I should be helping Scotty.

She sighed and sat back. Unfortunately back on the grille. It popped open and she nearly fell through, clinging onto the edge at the last minute. Jenny made to swing herself back up but miscalculated.