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They Are Going to Eat Us - Spock and McCoy

Character: Spock and McCoy
Genre: Gen
Author: iam_spock
Fandom: Star Trek
Word count: 981
Rating: G
Prompts: Meme #4 on the road again for a_muse_meme
Notes: No notes. No warnings. Just a little snarkfest between Spock and McCoy on an away mission.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light in the back of the wagon that Dr. McCoy and I were trust into. With my wrists tied together behind my back, I carefully settled on one side of the wagon on a battered wooden seat. Dr. McCoy grumbled and glared at our captors. His wrists were also tied.

“Sit down!” One of them said, pushing McCoy until he lost his balance and landed across from me. “You will do as you are told.”

“I will not. Do something, Spock!” He shouted at me as the guard drew his hand back and struck the doctor in the face. “Spock! Are you goin’ to just sit there!”

“Yes,” I said. There were a trio of guards standing in the wagon with us. Their weapons, while not energy weapons, were quite sharp, and we’d seen that they knew how to use them well when they’d captured our away team. Two of our crew, both in security, had been killed when we were attacked. “It would be illogical for me to attempt an escape at this time.”

“Illogical!” The doctor raised his voice once more, although it did seem to be his normal emotional behavior when confronted with my logic. “They’re going to eat us!”

“Doctor.” I raised an eyebrow at him, watching as the third guard left the wagon to climb upfront and start us on our journey. “I see no sign that the inhabitants of Crellorn are cannibals. Of course, considering that you and I are aliens, they may not consider us to be more than animals, which would make consuming…”

“Shut up, just shut up, Spock.” He leaned forward and locked eyes with me. “I don’t care if we’re on the menu or not. They killed two of our crew.”

“I am aware of that, Doctor, and if we are not careful, they will kill two more.” The pair of guards who were with us smiled when I noted that they would kill us if we weren’t careful. I hoped that they would accept that I was not a threat and relax their vigilance. Their attention was divided between the doctor and myself. While I was not acting in a threatening manner now that we had been captured, I had not made it easy for them to take us. In fact I had not surrendered until they had a sword to McCoy’s throat.

“Fine then.” He sulked. We were both injured. I could taste blood when I licked a cut on my lip, and the doctor’s face was coloring from bruises. I could see the pain in his eyes when the wagon hit a bump that jarred us both. He cast me another sullen look and leaned back in his seat, resigned to the fact that I had refused to attempt to overpower the guards. His anger was quite obvious as well.

Without our phasers, communicators and the doctor’s medkit, we would be at a disadvantage when I did decide that it was time for us to leave. While I wanted to see the capital city, I had no desire to arrive their as a captive. Anthropology is not one of my specialties, and I have no need to study the culture of these people from a cell.

I waited for the wagon to begin traveling at a good rate of speed. We had gone thirty-two kilometers from the beam down site, I had spotted our gear when they had stopped to allow us to relieve ourselves – an activity that I did not engage in – and the guards had relaxed their vigilance in watching us. I had also managed to work the knot free from my wrists, so it was quite easy for me to deliver the Vulcan neck pinch to one of the guards when he came close with water for Dr. McCoy. He would undoubtedly complain that he didn’t get a drink before the man collapsed at his feet, spilling the water on his boots.

“About time, Spock,” McCoy said, when I had grabbed the second guard and rendered him unconscious. “But you couldn’t have done that after I got a drink of water, and we were closer to the rendezvous point?”

Logically I should have assumed that he would also complain about the distance.

I gathered our gear, handing the doctor his medkit while I looped my tricorder over my shoulder. Then I pulled up the curtain that covered the back of the wagon. “After you, Doctor.”

“You would make me jump first,” he noted as he climbed over the tailgate and dropped onto the road, rolling to a stop. I leapt after him, rolled four times from the momentum and did my best not to consume a great deal of dirt from the road before stopping.

“Now what, Spock?” McCoy was standing over me as I climbed to my feet, dusting off my pants before ducking into the trees that lined the road.

“Now,” I said as I scanned the area. “We find out if we have a signal and ask for a beam out. If we do not, we will hike back to the rendezvous site where we can use the pattern enhancers to return to Enterprise.”

“You think of everything don’t you?”

“I do attempt to be well prepared and to come to logical conclusions, Doctor.” It would make my life easier if everyone did, but I enjoyed the illogic of humans too much to leave Star Fleet.

“Jim would’ve broken out a few miles back.”

“Yes, doctor. I’m certain that he would have if he was captured at all.” I turned to head into a thickly wooded area of the forest. Had the captain been with us, we would no doubt still be on our way to the capital. His curiosity would allow no other outcome, but I did not share my opinion with the doctor.
Tags: char - mccoy, comm - a_muse_meme, what - fic
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