#spock on the planet’s surface alone preparing to do something that might destroy all the things about him that he values (his mind)

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Spock looking at the security team Jim sent to pick him up, realizing it’s overkill for one errant Vulcan officer and that this means the admiral (not Jim) must be extremely irked, and then for basically the first thing Jim says to be “this is just like the Vejur incident”.

How afraid was Jim, that he sent the literal scariest security team he could to bring Spock back, either trusting that Spock would get the message and come back peacefully or that the security team would be able to subdue him and bring him back to the ship if he decided it was more important to try his luck with the Guardian.

Spock disobeying his orders isn’t even the first thing on Jim’s mind, when Spock’s back on the ship. It’s Vejur and Spock almost dying again and this simple feeling because he can’t lose Spock.

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In another life

Fandom: Star Trek TOS (aka Star Trek)

Summary: Years ago a war completely destroyed the population of Freyeon V. Now, Commander Spock sends teams to the surface to learn more about the extinct people. Including Markus Weiss and his daughter Johanna "Joan" Weiss.

Tags: Drama, Family, Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Oneshot,  Original Character(s), Leonard McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock

Warning: Hurt / Comfort, Injuries, swearing

Words: 2524

Betas: @sternenfall96​ and @ambermondfisch​

Translated and Beta: by @dirajunara​

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A/N: This is my result of the 120-minute challenge that @fuckyeahtreknation posted.

I adhered to all the rules and had nothing planned in advance. As a starting sentence, I chose "I won’t leave you alone." And if someone wants to complain about the length, I am a fast typer but still had to correct a lot of typos.

For those who know "Up"/”In Richtung Oben”; don't worry about Joan's profession here, that was AOS, TOS here is quite different, including my own characters.

Inspired by: x    x    x     x

Enough talk: Have fun reading!

"I won’t leave you alone!", Joan cried out in despair and tried to somehow lift the steel beam with a metal bar.

"Fuck, it's better if you try to bolt."

Joan looked up to the gigantic heap of rubble and debris. Her father was buried up to his chest under the pile.

"Damn, I should have been a doctor, as Mama always said."

"No. It wouldn’t change a thing." Markus spoke softly, breathing shallow.

***

24 hours earlier

"The sensors have found traces of an extinct civilization on the fifth planet of this system. According to the first scans, they were in the atomic age when two different groups of people started a war against each other. The ignition of several hydrogen bombs led to the complete extinction of all intelligent life in this world. I suggest we send down an away team to find out about the lost people over the next few days," Spock looked to the captain, who nodded.

"I will organize teams that will look after specific areas. I've already put together a list of people I would like to discuss with you if that's all right."

"Of course, Spock. Go on."

"Ms. Paris and Lieutenant McGivers, as historians, will investigate, evaluate and summarize how the war could happen. I would be interested in architecture by Johanna and Markus Weiss. Lieutenant Uhura and Ensign Stojanović are expected to look over their language. Doctor M'Benga, Lieutenant Syl and Petty Officer Perf, I have used to find out everything about the physiology and personality of the breed, and Reynold's team is supposed to find out everything they can about culture and religion. Of course, the teams will also have to work together. Ensign Hong and I will deal with the lost science of this people. "

"That sounds very good, Spock, you can start the preparations. Tell me if you need anything else. "Kirk nodded contentedly.

***

Meanwhile, in the engine room: everyone was busy.

"Hey pa, can you give me the phase checker?"

Lieutenant Markus Weiss looked up and turned away from the console to take the required tool out of the box and hand it to his daughter, who was holding her hand out of the opening of a Jeffries tube.

"You're welcome."

"Thank you," said the muffled female voice, and the hand disappeared again.

Markus sighed with a smile and went back to work.

"Chapel to Weiss," a female voice rang from the communication system.

Markus sniffed contemptuously and went to take the call.

"Here Weiss, what's the matter?"

"You and your daughter are allotted for a physical exam. Both of you have to report at the medical bay for a medical exam today."

"I understand, I'll tell her," He let go of the Comm and walked over to the opening. "Jo!?"

"Yes?"

A head of shaggy hair appeared out of the opening. Markus repeated what nurse Chapel had said.

“Alright."

"I'd suggest you get up there right away, I'll get your work done, and then we'll swap places."

"Sounds like a plan. I can also inform Commander Scott on the way," She slid forward, then climbed out of the tube and wiped the coolant from her hands on her red overall. When she went to the door, her father called after her, still grinning.

"One more thing. Can you please not torment Doctor McCoy with questions again? Just let him do his job so you're done early and get back down here."

"Aye," Joan left the room.

***

The next morning at 0700 the participants of the away team  met in transporter room 2. All participants were briefed about the respective objectives and other necessary information.

The landscape of the planet was a spectacle. Buildings and ruins had been overgrown with plants over the years. Nature had reclaimed what civilization had taken from it. According to Spock's analysis, the radiation had fallen to a safe value over the years. To the north of the landing location a bridge had collapsed. It had broken in the center, between the pillars, and now the fragments rose like ramps.

"Okay, let's start with the city down there," Markus suggested.

Joan nodded and kept an eye on her tricorder.

The group parted and each team went to do their respective tasks.

The star of this system was a main star and was almost at its peak.

Markus and Joan began to climb down the hill only to find themselves in the overgrown streets of a former metropolis. Rusty vehicles were scattered all over. Most of the buildings were still almost intact. Evidently, in here the radiation had killed the beings because the damage had been caused by the disintegration. The air was mild and humid, birds and other creatures inhabited the thicket and the trees.

The two stopped in front of a high-rise, about 50-level high, which, apart from the vines on the walls and the trees on the roof, seemed completely intact.

Joan looked at her tricorder.

"What do you say, should we go in?" Markus asked, looking up from his readouts.

"The building is safe," Joan looked into the face of her widely grinning father

"Come on, my Vulcan," He took the front and went into the building through the missing windows.

"Pa, that was a little racist now," She followed him.

"It wasn’t meant to be, you just sounded like Spock," He looked around the former entrance hall.

From what they could take of the arches of the ceiling, everything had been round in form, round, just like the bar-like stone table, which seemed to have survived the time, even though he was clad with vines.

"This building consists of a steel core which is probably encased in concrete for fire protection, but also a metal is built into the walls, which has hexagonal shapes.”

"Like the honeycombs in beehives?"

"Yes, it is obviously a common behavior that intelligent species are copying from nature," He turned on his torch.

The two took the stairs to look for further reasons why the building was still so well preserved despite various weathering.

In the upper floors they encountered the first mortal remains of the former indigenous species, but after all these years they were little more than bones.

Joan was not a xenobiologist, but to her the skeletons looked similar to those of mammals on Earth. With a few differences, of course, but posture and walk could have been easily like that of humans, even though their skulls showed strange excrescences. But it was not Joan's job to examine these creatures, so she turned back to the building.

"Any idea what this building could have had for a purpose?" Markus asked.

"I have a guess. The distribution of the rooms and the large number of deaths as well as the remains of the furniture indicate that this might have been a kind of hospital. "

The furniture seemed to be mainly made of a kind of plastic, which needed a long time to rot, and here in the core of the building was not enough light for plants, so the rooms seemed to be still quite similar to their original condition. In the central core of the building was a spiral staircase, which seemed to enclose a kind of elevator shaft.

The two decided to go up to the roof, even if it would cost a lot of effort to do so.

On the roof grew trees, which had not reached high due to the lack of nutrients. The roof was spacious and there was something on it that seemed to be a separate building.

The view was exhilarating. The hospital was not the tallest building in the area, but one of the larger ones and the view was better than from the landing field. Looking around, Joan couldn’t help but feel wonder and, despite the destruction, amazement.

"I believe the stable construction supports my theory. You do not want the hospital to give in for a light earthquake. "

"Right. Now look at this, Jo,” Joan's father stood by a small house with a flat roof, that had been build on to of the hospital-roof, "According to the concrete used, this building was later erected as the building on which we stand. It is also completely different from the construction method and has only one floor. "

He ran his hand over the plaster and touched one of the plants tenderly, the leaves trembled, and the movement seemed to pass through the sprout axes and spread out in waves.

Carefully he entered the extra building through a round, door-like opening.

"Look at this,” he said.

Round windows pointed towards the city, an apparatus looking like a circuit diagram was built up, hundreds of plastic tubes connecting everything. Nevertheless, nature had spread here too, the ground was strewn with roots that had rattled in cracks.

Joan just peered through the door, then shrugged.

"You better come out. As we said: Not. Completely. Stable."

"Yes, on my way.."

He moved toward the exit and took a few more scans when he caught his foot on one of the roots. He shook his leg out of reflex to get rid of it, but this strong pull moved through the roots into the walls that began to crumble. Dust dripped from the ceiling. The plants seemed to amplify the vibrations unbelievably strongly, letting them echo again and again. A peculiarity of this world.

Precious seconds passed by before he had finally freed his foot and fled towards the exit. On the threshold he caught on again and fell to the ground. It was too late, the roof of the additional building broke and collapsed with a loud row.

Frightened, Joan had jumped back. Her father had found place under a steel beam and the two were wrapped in dust.

"Oh, shit." Joan fell to her knees before him to take a closer look on the situation.

The dust had settled quickly, and she spotted the extent. The beam was thick and looked heavy.

"Hey, mouse," he breathed with a forced grin.

Markus's face was unharmed except for a small laceration. Up to his chest he was covered in rubble. Except for the beam, who held him captive, but did not rest upon him with his full weight, it was only 'light rubble'; Stones and concrete from the masonry and roofing.

"Where does it hurt?" Joan asked.

"What are you doing" He countered, and Joan watched him grow paler.

She sighed, "You're in a shock. Again, where does it hurt? "

"Abdomen."

"Where is your com?"

"Belt."

But the belt was buried under the rubble. And if she moved the debris, more could follow.

Joan had to force herself not to panic, had to tell herself to stay calm, again and again, but her hands were already trembling.

"Go, leave. Who knows what triggered the vibration? Surely, you'll find another team that can call the Enterprise to catch the signature of my com and beam me up. "

"I won’t leave you alone!", Joan cried out in despair and tried to somehow lift the steel beam with a metal bar.

"Damn it, it's better if you try to bolt."

Joan looked up to the gigantic heap of rubble and debris. Her father was buried up to his chest under the pile.

"Damn, I should have been a doctor, as Mama always said."

"No. It wouldn’t change a thing." Markus spoke softly, breathing shallow.

"I'd think of something," Joan said, messing up her hair.  She began to move the debris from her father despite the danger of more rubble. She knew, if she’d run down the stairs and tried to find someone else in this huge city, it would certainly take longer. She was terrified, her hands trembled, the blood rushing in her ears. She had removed the last chunk and dug herself under the steel beam, and after about ten minutes of strategic digging she had pulled the Communicator out of the dust.

A moan of her father made her turn her head. She had increased the weight of the steel carrier by removing the substructure material.

To her relief, the Communicator still worked, he had been exposed to the least force.

"Weiss on Enterprise. Medical emergency."

"Prepare for transport," Uhura ordered.

No, shot through her head. "Wait! He might have internal bleeding, if you beam him, the blood can flow unhindered, now it’s still under pressure. "

"I'll give you McCoy," Uhura said, forwarding Joan.

Fuck, she thought.

"Joan, explain the situation," McCoy's voice came from the communicator.

"My father is caught a thick steel beam, he complains about pain in his abdomen, I can’t see anything else. Besides that, he seems to have a shock. "

"I think I have to throw up," muttered Markus.

"Prevent this, it can aggravate the condition," the doctor said sternly. "Can you scan his abdomen somehow?"

"No, he's buried up to his chest."

"Okay, it still seems that your feeling proves to be right. I'm preparing everything up here, keep him awake for two more minutes."

You could already hear him working away.

Joan put the Com to the side, but let it stay activated.

"Pa. I have a question.What do we really want to do when we are back on earth?"

"Oh, Joan, not now.."

"Come on, tell me!"

"I would go to Russia with you and your grandpa, what Chekov tells sounds fabulous. I would like to see that with my own eyes."

"Sounds good. But Russia is big, where would you want to go first?"

"To see the endless forests of Siberia, maybe see some wild bears ..."

He turned quieter and seemed to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come on, stay with me." She put her hand on his shoulder.

"No, I’d like to sleep, little one."

"Leonard, do something, he’s drifting away."

"Damn, be ready for transport."

***

After about four hours of waiting in her room and a half-hour second checkup, which was standard after missions on foreign worlds, McCoy ordered Joan into the intensive care unit of med-bay.

Markus was still asleep.

"Thanks to you, he's going to be fine. Seriously, if we would have beamed him up right away, he had died, because the preparation for such a procedure would have taken too long. You did good, you could have taken a medical profession," he said.

"Maybe in another life," Joan actually had to smile, because somehow she could imagine herself in this profession.

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