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Chapter IV
Part 2
The
intensity of the turquoise sky made it appear touchable with its even,
unwavering shade. The blazing white sun that hovered high up seemed almost
embedded against the heavens. The
sheer magnificence of the horizon made it very difficult for Rand to tear her
attention away from it and back to the reason why she was outside in the first
place.
The landing
party had been split into three pairs, and Rand was paired with Mr. Spock. The two of them were conducting their
part of the search at the outermost tip of the site on the west side, while the
others searched on the outermost tip of the east and the south. The idea was to work from the outer rim
of the grounds and eventually conclude the search at the very center of the site,
where the excavations had taken place.
Because of the piecemeal method being used, the search would take a few
days to be conducted, giving the landing party plenty of time for a more
thorough investigation.
Spock, with
his tricorder in hand, walked around the area gingerly while watching the
readings on the monitor screen.
Nothing. Rand wasn’t having
much luck herself, as the pencil-thin rod that rotated, stretched, dipped, and
retreated from behind her monitor failed to show anything on her screen. No body heat, not even readings of corporal
remains were picked up.
Rand turned
and started to ask Spock a question, but hesitated, and then decided not to
pursue it. Her hesitation didn’t
quite make sense to her, but she couldn’t help it. It was a reflex, like when the patient’s leg kicks up after
their doctor hit their knee with a patella hammer.
It sat in
the middle of her shoulder blades, raw, blunt and clammy, ever since she’d been
alone on this search with Spock.
It spoke of an unease Rand had with him, his presence, and she couldn’t
pinpoint exactly why she had this feeling. All she knew was that she wished she’d been paired with
someone else. Hell, she’d even
clench her teeth and partner with Rose if she had to!
Partner with
Rose. Wow. It must be bad if she’d rather be with
Rose.
Well,
actually, she’d rather be with Khobran, if she really had a choice in the
matter.
Living on a
starship could be downright scary at times, much less beaming down on a strange
alien planet. Rand recalled many
times since they’d been together, during uncertain instances that the
Enterprise had faced, how Khobran was there to comfort her, make her feel safe
with a firm squeeze on the shoulder, pulling her close and holding her,
brushing her bangs aside so that he could kiss her forehead.
“Yeoman
Rand!”
Rand was
jarred out of her thoughts by Mr. Spock, whose trumpeting reprimand served as a
bucket of ice water to the warmth of her memories. With goosebumps covering much of her skin, Rand had almost
forgotten that she was under the brow beating rays of a mid-morning desert sun.
“It is
absolutely imperative that you are fully alert and reliable during this
search! I cannot be the only one
here who is doing the work!”
Spock’s voice was sharp, condescending.
Rand
flinched at the harshness of the first officer’s tone. It seemed so unnecessary and
over-the-top, especially considering the length of time spent and the lack of
progress made on this search. Damn
it, she was working! We’ve found
nothing, Oh Mighty Mr. Spock! Get
over yourself!
“I’m on the
task at hand, sir,” said Rand with a defensive weariness, fully aware of the
fact that the word ‘sorry’ didn’t enter into her response.
“The fuck’s
your problem?” she thought while visions of her laser gun searing off the tips
of Spock’s ears entertained her.
Well, a yeoman
could dream, right?
Rand heard
the communicator on Spock’s belt go off, and she was relieved. At least, for this short little window
of time, his attention wouldn’t be on her. Spock reached for his communicator and flipped it open.
“Spock
here.”
“Sc-Scott
h-here. Mmuu-me and R-Riley
h-haven’t p-picked up on aneee-any life at all, s-sir. B-But Riley stummmbled upon a p-packet
of re-recording wafers offff logs labeled b-by a Duh-Doctor Adruh-Adrienne
Ellisssss. Maaee b-bee they’d
g-give usss a-cluh-clue to w-what h-happened to the-them, ssir.”
While Spock
listened he glanced over at Rand, who promptly turned away. She didn’t like him looking at her with
those piercing eyes of his.
Or were they
dead eyes?
“This is a
positive turn for us, Mr. Scott, considering that no life has been picked up by
any of us thus far. I will contact
Dr. Begay. We will be heading in
now. You can give Yeoman Rand the
tapes for her inspection. Spock
out.”
“Wow. I can’t understand Scotty’s
stuttering. It seems to be getting
worse,” Rand thought.
She wondered
if she was the only one who noticed, but then again, she did turn away from
Spock, so she was not able to see how he reacted to Scotty’s new speech
impediment.
“We are
returning to the camp. Mr. Riley
will present you with these tapes he has found. You are to report on anything you believe may help us on
this mission.”
“Yes, sir,”
said Rand with her back to Spock.
Thank God, it’s
over!
As Rand
started to collect her gear, she swooned suddenly. It was as if she was spinning around without actually moving
from where she stood.
“Yeoman
Rand,” yelled Spock, running to her side and hoisting her up by her elbow.
“Are you all
right?!”
Rand took a
deep breath and gave herself time to steady her feet. She pressed her free hand onto her temple.
“Whoa!”
“Yeoman?”
“Yes, I’m
fine,” she said, clearly shaken.
Rand looked
up at the wide-expanse of sky where the white-hot sun loomed above the
desert. While it was true that the
sun’s temperatures were fierce at around this time, the visor and gargles she
was wearing should have been protection enough from the rays’ heat. She didn’t understand what was going on. Was she sick?
“Maybe the
sun is getting to me. We’ve been
out here for awhile,” she thought.
Maybe.
“I don’t
understand. Your headgear should
be able to provide adequate protection from the heat. This is most unusual.
Perhaps you should see Dr. Begay when we return to the camp…”
“No, Mr.
Spock. I’m fine,” Rand assured him with more firmness in her voice.
“Are you
quite sure, Yeoman?”
OH, MY GOD!
Is this guy deaf, or what?!
She could
feel Spock’s grip on her elbow get tighter. Was he even aware that he was beginning to hurt her?
Rand twisted
her elbow away from his hold. She
wanted desperately to get away from him.
“Yes! I’m fine!” She was surprised by how
abrupt and loud her own voice had become.
There was a
thick silence that permeated the air while she hurriedly gathered her
gear. She could feel Spock’s eyes
on her while he stood over her.
“Very well,”
he said with a quiet edge. “We
shall return to the camp and have a conference on our findings.”
Rand could
hear Spock’s footsteps recede as she picked up her backpack and flung it over
her shoulder. When her arms were
safely secured in the straps, she started heading back, walking as fast as she was able, leaving Spock
behind. The sooner she was
surrounded by the rest of the landing party, the better she’d feel.
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