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The Captain and the Cadet

3 – A SHIPLOAD OF TROUBLE

With an epidemic threatening the Federation,

there’s no time for shore for the weary Enterprise

crew. Captain Kirk grudgingly follows order for a

new mission and beams up the dignitaries, who

immediately make outrageous demands. Kirk

can handle them, but he is hard-pressed to know

how to deal with their unwanted “baggage,” their

unruly young family members. The teens

consider the ship their personal amusement park

and disrupt everyone’s lives, especially the life of

one frightened young cadet, Jamie Kirk.

Chapter 1

Cadet’s Log, Stardate 2267.6

It doesn’t get any better than this. I finally got to see my dad for an

entire afternoon—just the two of us. His communicator never

beeped. He didn’t even call the ship. Not once! For the first time in

two months, Captain James Kirk of the USS Enterprise (the best ship

in the fleet) remembered he’s a father too. Best of all, he promised me

two more days exploring Starbase 23. This has got to be the

beginning of the best shore leave of my life. Oops! I’ve got to sign off.

I’m getting poked.”

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A SHIPLOAD OF TROUBLE

ut that thing away.” The whispered order was accompanied by a gentle

nudge. “The play is about to begin.”

Nine-year-old Jamie Kirk clapped the tricorder’s lid shut, slung it over an

armrest, and slid deeper into the plush, velvet seats of the Imperial Opera House

on Starbase 23. The auditorium lights dimmed.

Stifling a yawn, Jamie asked, “What’s the name of this play?”

“You’re asking me that now?” Captain Kirk said with a chuckle. “It’s called A

Comedy of Errors, and you probably won’t have a clue what it’s about. Are you sure

you don’t want to go back to the ship? It’s getting late, and I expect you’ll fall

asleep before the intermission.”

“No, I won’t,” Jamie insisted with a shake of her blond head.

She sat up straighter in her seat and focused on the stage curtain, which was

just going up. Her eyelids fluttered, but she forced them open. No way was she

going to fall asleep. Falling asleep meant bad dreams. Dreams about the ship’s

most recent patrol.

Two months was a long time to be continually jerked awake in the middle of

the night by the whooping of the red-alert claxon. It was no fun to scramble down

to sickbay—the best-protected part of the

ship—and huddle in a corner while the

Romulan scout ships took potshots at the

Enterprise.

Worse, days and days went by when

Jamie didn’t see so much as a passing

glimpse of her father. He spent every waking moment—and sometimes half the

night—on the bridge.

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Then after one especially fierce skirmish with a Romulan patrol, Jamie had

overheard the captain lose his cool. “A science vessel is one thing,” he said to ship’s

surgeon, Leonard McCoy, “but a battleship is something entirely different. I need

to get Jamie off this ship.”

That’s when the bad dreams got worse. What if she had to leave the

Enterprise? What if boarding school was the ship’s next stop?

Jamie shuddered at the horrible memories, even though she knew the mission

was over now. The whole crew had sighed in relief when the last Romulan scout

ship scurried back to their own side of the Neutral Zone.

The crew had welcomed their captain’s announcement of a one-week-long,

much-deserved shore leave on Starbase 23. But they had not welcomed it as much

as one small cadet.

At last. Here she was, snuggled down in an over-sized theater chair next to—

Beep, beep, beep!

Jamie jumped at the sound then immediately felt stupid for startling at the

communicator’s signal.

“Kirk here,” came his impatient whisper. “It’s late. Can’t this wait?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Lt. Kevin Riley’s reply was clear. And loud. Heads turned.

Kirk closed the device. “Come on, Cadet.”

When they were away from the crowd and stood in the opera house’s

immense foyer, he flicked open his communicator. “What’s going on, Riley?”

“A communiqué from Starfleet. Priority One.”

Jamie hung her head in disappointment. Her shore leave burst like a popped

balloon. Not again!

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“Somebody at HQ had better have a good reason for this,” Kirk

muttered, stepping down from the transporter platform. He turned to Lt. Riley,

who had met him in the transporter room. “The Enterprise is in no shape to take

on any assignments, priority one or not.”

“I mentioned that to the admiral, sir.” Riley

looked flustered. “He didn’t care about our

repair schedule. The admiral didn’t want to talk

to Mr. Spock either.”

Kirk winced.

“The orders have been cached and await

your perusal,” Riley offered.

“I’ll look at them in my quarters.”

“Yes, sir.” Riley hurried back to his officer-of-the-watch position on the bridge.

He looked relieved to have the big brass off his back.

Kirk headed down the corridor to the turbolift.

Jamie clasped his hand and jogged to keep up. “Mr. Scott told me we get a

two-week layover so he can repair the ship. Dr. McCoy says the crew needs a—”

“I know what the good doctor thinks about the crew’s health,” Kirk cut in.

“You’ll fix it up with the admiral, won’t you?” Jamie pleaded when the ’lift

stopped on deck five. “We’ve got things to do tomorrow. You promised.”

The door to Jamie’s quarters slid open. Kirk sighed. “I’m afraid I may not be

able to keep that promise, Cadet. Now, get to bed.”

Jamie stood in the open doorway and watched her father hurry back to the

turbolift. He paused at the ’lift and turned. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t help,” Jamie murmured. But her father didn’t hear her. The ’lift

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doors had already whooshed shut.

Twenty minutes later, in the privacy of his quarters, Kirk was still trying to

make sense of his new orders. Why was the Enterprise being assigned to this taxi

service? He rubbed his eyes and scanned the message once more.

CAPTAIN JAMES KIRK

COMMANDER USS ENTERPRISE NCC 1701

PROCEED DIRECTLY TO STARBASE 12—ARRIVE NO LATER THAN

0800 HOURS. YOU WILL TAKE ABOARD AMBASSADOR RANDLE

TRONIUS, FEDERATION HIGH COMMISSIONER LORNE THOMAS,

AMBASSADOR CHESTER FORTRAN, THE FEDERATION BIO-LIFE

TEAM, AND ANY OTHER PERSONNEL THEY REQUEST. AMBASSADOR

TRONIUS WILL BRIEF YOU ON THE NATURE OF YOUR ASSIGNMENT

AND WILL RELAY FURTHER ORDERS REGARDING THE NEEDS FOR

THE MISSION.

ADMIRAL BRETT KOMACK

STARFLEET OPERATIONS

STARBASE ONE

Kirk stretched, massaged his tired muscles, and sat down at his desk to wait

for the subspace call.

Ambassador Randle Tronius! The name rang a bell, but he wasn’t sure why. He

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only knew the name of this ambassador was associated with distaste. Toss in a

high commissioner—he hadn’t yet met one he respected—and a weary crew, and

the coming assignment jumped to a nine on his stress meter.

By the time the subspace call came through, Kirk was determined to keep his

ship and crew at Starbase 23. “Admiral Komack is waiting to speak with you,” the

gamma shift communications officer said.

“Pipe it down here, Lieutenant.”

The screen shifted, and Admiral Komack appeared, looking strained.

“Admiral,” Kirk jumped right in.

“These orders. I, well, the Enterprise

has just been through a very difficult

patrol. The ship needs repairs. My

crew needs time to unwind. I can’t

ask them to jump into another

assignment right away. Can you give

us a few more days?”

“No, Jim. I’m sorry. I’ve seen the

repair specs, and it’s nothing that can’t be done en route. I know Mr. Scott’s

reputation as an engineer. He’s your miracle worker.” The admiral smiled.

Kirk did not return the smile. “En route to where? The orders are vague.”

“Your final destination is the Delphini System. Are you underway yet?”

“No. My crew’s scattered from one end of the base to the other. I plan to break

orbit at 0600.”

“Not good enough, Captain. I need you at Starbase 12 by 0800.”

“The warp engines are below par. I have to recall my crew.”

Komack seemed to deflate. “All right, Jim. Best time to Starbase 12.”

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“Admiral . . .” Kirk tried one more time. “I’ve got a good crew. The best. But we

are weary, sir. The Romulans really took it out of us. I respectfully request that you

assign another ship to this run.”

“Denied.”

“The Yorktown is patrolling near Starbase 12.”

Komack shook his head. “The assignment is yours, Captain Kirk. Starfleet out.”

Chapter 2

irk had never met Ambassador Tronius, but he picked him out right away

when the first group of guests materialized on the transporter platform.

Tronius wore the black and gray of the Federation

Diplomatic Corps. His bald head was rimmed with silver hair

combed to perfection. An angry look covered his distinguished

features. Here was a man who knew he was important, and

everyone had best keep that in mind.

The ambassador sized up the Enterprise officers with one brief

look, picked out the captain, and turned his fury on him. “You are

late, Captain! How dare you disregard your orders.”

Kirk didn’t miss a beat. “My apologies,” Kirk replied smoothly, even though he

was not sorry at all. “The Enterprise was pulled off a desperately needed R&R for

this mission. It took time to—”

“Enough excuses.” Tronius cut him off with a wave of his bony hand. “This

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mission is of the utmost urgency. Lives depend on our haste.”

“What exactly is our mission, sir?”

“All in good time, Captain,” the ambassador replied. “Your superiors assured

me the Enterprise is fast. I hope they are correct in their assessment. I’ve no time

for diplomatic courier ships. Once my team is settled aboard, I’ll call a general

briefing to inform you and your officers of our urgent mission to Delphi II. I hear

you have excellent lab facilities on board.”

“The Yorktown is also a starship with excellent lab facilities,” Kirk countered

between clenched teeth. “The Delphini System falls within the Yorktown’s current

patrol. Pulling the Enterprise from our layover on Starbase 23 not only delays—”

“I will not travel aboard the Yorktown,” Tronius said. “I despise Captain Rivers.

Starfleet honored my request for the next-closest starship.”

Kirk eyebrows shot up. What had Ty Rivers done to alienate this man?

But the real surprise was that Starfleet had humored the ambassador.

Tronius turned on Lt. Kyle. “Well, what are you waiting for? Beam up the rest

of my team.”

The next few minutes passed in a blur.

The Federation high commissioner, Lorne

Thomas, beamed aboard and verbally

attacked the captain. “I’ve never known

Starfleet to be late before. It’s downright

insulting.”

The other ambassador, Chester Fortran,

stepped down and took his place next to Tronius. “Speed is of the utmost

importance.”

Diplomats! Kirk knew the type. He’d had more than his fair share of them. He

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only hoped they’d spend their time on this trip locked behind briefing room doors,

out of his hair.

His attention was brought back to the group when the transporter whined yet

another time.

“The ambassadors’ and the commissioner’s wives,” Tronius announced with

the first smile Kirk had seen so far. “And their families.”

Families? Kirk glanced at the arrivals. A couple of harried-looking women;

three youths. He barely listened to the introductions. Instead, he studied the

teenagers. He didn’t like what he saw, and warning bells went off in his head.

“I expect my boys to be treated as the sons of a high commissioner—with

respect and deference.” Thomas clasped his hands behind his back. “They’d like a

tour of the ship at your earliest convenience, complete with a look at the warp coil

and matter-antimatter pods. Also, they’ll require the services of an officer who

specializes in computers and—”

“Don’t forget the bridge, Dad,” one of the boys piped up.

“And the Jeffreys tubes,” the other boy interrupted. They stepped off the

transporter platform and flanked their father.

Kirk counted to twenty in Orion trader tongue. Then he counted backward in

Klingonese. His anger still hadn’t cooled, so he ignored the boys and turned to

Tronius. “Is this your entire party?”

“The science team has yet to come aboard.”

“Kyle, beam them up,” Kirk ordered.

The transporter whined, and the platform filled with men and equipment.

Dr. Reese Brainard, a tall black human, stepped down and gripped Kirk’s

hand. “Captain Kirk!” He smiled broadly. “You don’t know what a pleasure it is to

finally be able to catch a ride aboard the famous USS Enterprise.” He looked

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around the transporter room with genuine pleasure. “Now, let me introduce my

entourage.”

The introductions included entomologists, bacteriologists, and numerous

aides, who would be assisting the entire diplomatic team.

“This is my son, Jack,” the scientist finished. “I don’t go anywhere without

him since his mother passed on. He won’t be any

trouble aboard ship. He’s used to traveling.”

Jack shook Kirk’s hand with respect. “I’ve never

been aboard a starship before.”

“You’ll find there’s nothing quite like it,” Kirk

replied.

Tronius stepped forward. “I’m calling a briefing

for”—he glanced at his chronometer—“fourteen-hundred hours. That gives us

plenty of time to move in and get to know the ship.” He looked at his companions.

“It is at our disposal.”

Kirk blinked in surprise. “Excuse me, Ambassador. The crew of the Enterprise

is honored to have you aboard, but this is not a passenger liner. There are a

number of off-limit areas to passengers, no matter how distinguished.” He smiled

to take the sting from his words.

“Does that mean he’s not going to show us the warp-coils?” Denn whispered

to his brother. Kirk had no trouble hearing the comment.

“Captain Kirk,” Tronius said, “please understand that there is nothing more

important than our negotiations on Delphi. I am in charge of this mission, and you

are under my orders. Part of those orders include making things pleasant for my

team and their families.”

“Of course, Ambassador,” Kirk said tightly. He would deal with the man’s

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high-handed ways later. It was time to get underway. “I’m sure you wish to get

settled in your quarters. My first officer, Mr. Spock, will direct you there.”

He motioned to McCoy. “This is my chief medical officer, Leonard McCoy. If

Dr. Brainard’s team agrees, he can take you directly to the research facilities.”

“Very good, Captain.” Reese Brainard nodded.

“What about our tour?” Clark demanded. “I’d like to see the ship right now.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible at the moment,” Kirk said. “Lieutenant Tanzer is

the ship’s rec officer. He’s in charge of making the Enterprise’s guests comfortable.

However, because of the short notice of your arrival, he has yet to prepare an

itinerary. I’m confident a tour of the ship will be forthcoming within the next day

or two. Right now, he has his hands full assigning quarters.”

“A day or two?” Denn scowled at his father. “Can he do that?”

“If you’ll excuse me,” Kirk said, “I have duties on the bridge. However, my

officers and I would be honored if you would join us for the evening meal in the

VIP dining hall at nineteen-hundred.”

Tronius and Thomas seemed mollified. “Of course. Thank you, Captain.”

“Then I leave you to get settled. If you need anything, either Lt. Tanzer or I

will be happy to speak with you. Dr. McCoy, see to the needs of the science team.”

Kirk turned abruptly and exited the transporter room in ill humor.

Chapter 3


This is not starting out to be a good day. I was so tired I slept ’til

noon. Now I wish I hadn’t got up at all. We’re not orbiting Starbase

23 anymore. Instead, we’re on our way to Starbase 12. All shore

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leaves have been canceled. Can a day get any worse than this?

Cadet’s Log, supplemental

I sure hope our new assignment doesn’t have anything to do with

Romulans. I’ve never been as scared in my life as I was last

month. I thought the Enterprise would be captured or blown up

or . . . Well, I don’t like to think about that.

amie shut off the log she was recording and scowled at the message glaring at

her from the monitor screen in her cabin.

SORRY, CADET. ALL SHORE LEAVES CANCELED. SHIP EN ROUTE TO

STARBASE 12 FOR EMERGENCY DUTY. REPORT TO LT. TANZER IN

THE MAIN REC AT 1300 FOR ASSIGNMENT.

The smiley face at the end of her father’s message did not take away the sting

from the bad news that Jamie’s shore leave had fizzled away—barely before it got

started. She deleted the message and slumped onto her bunk to pout.

“It’s not fair! Why can’t he just say no for once?”

Because he’d be busted lower than an ensign, she answered her own dumb

question.

Jamie stared at the now-dark screen. Emergency duty, the message had read.

What kind of emergency? She shuddered, reached for her shoes, and slipped them

on.

Her father didn’t know how scared she’d been every time the ship buckled

under fire. She never told him. She couldn’t tell him. He had enough on his mind,

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just trying to hold his ship together.

Worse, ever since her father had found her cowering in the corner of Sickbay,

Jamie had been more afraid of being sent away to school than of being blown up.

She loved the Enterprise. She never wanted to leave. But it was hard to put on a

brave face when the red-alert claxon began to whoop. No, it gave her a bellyache.

And now, another mission. So soon!

A soft trilling interrupted her misery.

Jamie reached out and picked up K-7, her tribble—a beige-colored ball of fur.

“This always happens,” she complained. “Just when I’m

starting to have fun. Now, there’s nothing to look forward to.

No shore leave. No nothing.”

The tribble trilled louder. Jamie stroked its fur and

glanced at the chronometer. It read 1315, and she hadn’t

eaten breakfast yet.

Then she gasped. 1315! The e-mail message had told her to report to Lt. Tanzer

at 1300! “Yikes! I’m late!” She tossed K-7 on her bunk, snatched up her tricorder,

and raced out the door and down the corridor.

Technician Walters grabbed her by the shoulders as she brushed by. “Slow

down, Cadet. You nearly ran me down.”

“Sorry. I’m in a hurry.”

Walters chuckled. “Are you supposed to be running in the corridors?”

“No, but it’s an emergency.” She raced into the turbolift and gripped the

control. “Deck ten,” she gasped. “And make it quick.”

The lift started down while Jamie caught her breath. When the doors flew

open a few seconds later, she tore out of the ’lift like a photon torpedo. She hurried

around the corner and—

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Whack! Jamie collided with an old man.

With a grunt, the man fell backward. He stumbled, tried to catch himself, and

landed on the deck with a muttered oath. A small, clear cube sailed from his hand

and crashed against the bulkhead.

Jamie sprawled across the man’s stomach.

“Ooof!” He man coughed and sputtered.

Jamie scooted away and slammed against the bulkhead, panting. This was no

Enterprise shipmate she’d run into this time. It was a frail old

man, and she’d knocked him to the deck.

I am so in trouble! Her empty stomach clenched.

Two other men—important men by the cut of their

clothes—hurried over and steadied the man to his feet.

“Ambassador Tronius, are you injured?”

Tronius shook off the men. He leaned against the bulkhead

and wheezed, obviously in pain.

Jamie slowly rose to her feet. “I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “Are you all right?”

Her gaze darted from one man to the other. None of them looked familiar.

Not good.

“I am not all right!” Tronius rounded on her.

Jamie backed into the bulkhead.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” Tronius shouted. “I’m in pain. And”—his

face paled—“my artifact. What’s become of my artifact?”

One of the men held out his hand. In it lay the clear cube Jamie had seen

flying across the corridor. “The artifact is secure, sir. You must have activated the

containment field just in time.”

Tronius snatched the cube and waved it in Jamie’s face. “A moment sooner

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and you would have destroyed a ten-thousand-year-old artifact. What do you have

to say for yourself?”

Jamie stared at the shimmering object inside the cube and wondered who in

the world this grumpy old man was. “I said I was sorry.” She began to inch her way

along the bulkhead.

Tronius passed the artifact back to his companion and grasped Jamie’s arm.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He squinted at her. “You aren’t from our group.” He

turned to his associates. “This isn’t one of your children, is it?”

The others shook their heads.

“Good.” He turned back to Jamie. “You and your family will be put off this ship

at the nearest port. I will not stand by while an ill-mannered brat sabotages a life-

or-death mission.”

Put off the ship? Jamie’s fear rose another notch.

Tronius pulled Jamie along until he found the intercom. He punched the

button.

“Kirk here.”

“Captain, there has been a disturbance near briefing room five on deck ten.

I’ve been attacked, and my belongings nearly destroyed.”

“What?” Kirk’s voice was filled with alarm. “You’ve been attacked?”

“Get down here immediately.” He punched the intercom off and fixed Jamie

with a grim smile. “The captain will deal with you shortly.”

Jamie bit her lip and said nothing.

Captain Kirk alerted security then pushed out of his command chair and

headed briskly for the lift. “You have the con, Mr. Spock,” he told his first officer as

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the doors whooshed closed.

A few minutes later, accompanied by two red-shirted security men, Kirk

turned the corner and looked around for the cause of Tronius’s complaint. “What

is the trouble—” He broke off at the sight of the man holding a white-faced Jamie.

“What’s going on here?”

Tronius puffed up like a turkey-gobbler. “This child not only bowled me over,

but nearly destroyed an irreplaceable art object from Alda, an article I plan on

using when we begin our talks on Delphi II.”

He thrust the case beneath the captain’s nose, forcing him to see what looked

to Kirk like a perfectly good artifact resting quietly within a sophisticated

containment field.

“So? What’s the matter with it?” He spared Jamie a quick, puzzled glance.

“Nothing’s wrong with it!”

“Then what seems to be the problem?”

Tronius drew a deep breath. “I have been attacked and humiliated. I want to

file a formal complaint against this child, and against her parents, for allowing her

to run rampant around this ship.”

Kirk caught his breath. “You can’t be serious.”

“I most certainly am. I want the girl and her parents off this ship.”

“Come here, Jamie,” Kirk said.

Jamie scampered to his side and clutched his hand. “It was an accident,” she

whispered in a shaky voice.

Tronius’s eyebrows shot up. “You know this child, Captain?”

“I do. And what you ask is impossible. Jamie can’t leave the ship. She’s my

daughter. I’m sure she did not intend to run into you, Ambassador, and it won’t

happen again.” He lifted Jamie’s chin. “Will it, Cadet?”

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“No, sir!” Jamie promised.

Tronius’s eyes nearly popped from his head. “This is outrageous! I insist—”

“Excuse me, Ambassador,” Kirk said, “but no one insists anything on my ship.”

He turned to Jamie. “Report to my office. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jamie didn’t stick around to hear what the ambassador was no doubt going to

tell her father. She ran. Double-quick.

Chapter 4

amie shifted nervously in her chair while she waited for her father to arrive.

That ambassador must be someone very important. And mean. And bossy.

And—

The door slid open with a gentle hiss, and Kirk strode into the room. He took a

seat across from Jamie, folded his hands, and

laid them on the desktop. “Well?”

Jamie gave him her most innocent hazel

look. “Well what, Captain?”

Kirk frowned. “Don’t ‘captain’ me, Jamie.

This is serious.” He lifted a finger and pointed

it at her. “You were running in the corridors

again, disobeying my distinct orders.”

“I was late to meet Lt. Tanzer,” Jamie said in a small voice.

“There are reasons for orders, Cadet. Avoiding a disaster like this is only one of

them. The ambassador has every right to be angry.” Kirk paused and rubbed his

forehead. “You’ve made a powerful enemy today, Jamie, and put me in an awkward

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position.”

Jamie gulped. She knew she’d made an enemy the minute the ambassador

glared at her. But what did that have to do with her father?

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “The ambassador’s been aboard the

Enterprise for less than two hours, and he’s already put the captain’s daughter on

his blacklist. I’ve denied his group certain privileges they believe they have a right

to, so I’m on his blacklist too.”

“I said I was sorry,” Jamie said.

Kirk leaned forward and formed a narrow space between his finger and

thumb. “You came this close to disaster today. Our assignment is already a difficult

one. You know what we’ve all been through. The crew needs a rest. I need a rest.”

He dropped his hands on the desk. “The ship’s undergoing repairs. Not in a

docking bay in orbit around a star base, but en route. That’s hard on Scotty and his

technicians. I have enough on my mind without having to hear complaints about

you.”

Kirk stood up and let out a long, slow breath. “Ambassador Tronius agreed not

to file a complaint, so long as I keep you away from him. And that’s what I intend

to do.”

Jamie looked up. “How?”

“I’ll confine you to quarters if necessary.”

Jamie’s heart thumped wildly. “That’s not fair!”

“On this ship, Cadet Kirk, I decide what’s fair. If confining you to quarters

keeps Ambassador Tronius off my back, then confine you to quarters I will. I hope

it doesn’t come to that.”

“Me neither.”

Kirk made ready to leave. “I’ve got to check in with the bridge. Then I have a

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briefing to attend. I’ll leave you with a piece of advice: steer clear of our guest for

the next three weeks.”

Jamie gulped. “Three weeks?”

“I’m afraid so. We’re headed for the Delphini System, and it’s not just around

the corner.”

“May I go up to the bridge later?”

“Not today.”

Jamie wilted. “Please?”

It wasn’t the bridge she cared about. She missed her father and wanted to be

near him. The two-month Romulan patrol still gave her bad dreams at night.

But she couldn’t tell him that. Not now. Not in the mood he was in. It was

better to keep her mouth shut, at least until things calmed down.

The intercom on the desktop whistled. Kirk bent down and punched it. “Kirk

here. I’m busy.”

The familiar face of Dr. McCoy filled the small screen. “Sorry, Jim, but

regulations state that I’ve got to give our guests a medical checkup. Half of them

are refusing. They say they haven’t the time or the need. Some of them were

unnecessarily rude to my staff. I want—”

“I’ll be down after I stop by the bridge.” Kirk broke off the communication and

looked at Jamie. “As you can see, I’ve got problems everywhere. Do me a favor and

stay out of trouble for the next few days, will you?”

Without waiting for a reply, he whirled and left his office.

Jamie stared at the closed doors. Her father sounded tired, grumpy, and

frustrated. And it didn’t look like he’d be getting much rest on this assignment. In

fact, it sounded like he’d be busier than ever. Not again!

She gulped back the lump that had been building in her throat and slumped

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in the chair. Then she reached for her tricorder and flipped open the lid.

Cadet’s Log, supplemental. This is going to be a long trip.

Kirk checked in on the bridge then hurried to Sickbay, only to find the doctor

absent.

“The briefing, sir,” Nurse Chapel reminded him.

Kirk nodded his thanks and rushed to the briefing room. He checked his

chronometer—1422. His talk with Jamie and his duties on the bridge had taken

longer than he realized.

The doors to the conference room whooshed open, and Kirk slipped into his

seat next to Mr. Spock. The room was crowded with specialists and Enterprise

department heads.

“How nice of you to join us,” Tronius drawled.

Kirk had no intention of explaining his tardiness. In his mind, his presence at

this briefing was a courtesy, nothing more. He could read a transcript of the

proceedings later.

“You obviously take this assignment too lightly, Captain,” Commissioner

Thomas said.

“On the contrary, sir, I take all my assignments seriously, as soon as I learn

what they are.” He leveled his gaze on Tronius. “If you would care to enlighten us?”

Tronius shuffled his data disks and inserted one into the viewer. “Delphi II is

in the Delphini Cluster, right on the edge of Federation influence. The Delphians

have been engaged in a civil war for the past decade. At last, however, the more

democratic faction has managed to gain the upper hand and has a tenuous hold on

the government. The new prime minister has petitioned the Federation for

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membership and for aid in strengthening the fledging administration.”

“The assignment appears straightforward, Ambassador,” Spock commented. “I

see no logical reason to pull the Enterprise away for a courier assignment. The

difference in arrival times between a starship and a diplomatic courier vessel is six

days, eight hours, and twenty-two minutes.”

Tronius fixed the Vulcan with an icy-blue gaze. “Mr. Spock, have you ever

heard of expicoccus mengi?”

Spock’s eyebrows rose. “Indeed. Is there a connection between this bacterial

infection and the negotiations on Delphi?”

“They are intimately connected, Mr. Spock.” Tronius pulled out the first disk

and inserted another, which showed a graph of statistics and a holograph of a

coccus bacterium. “I turn the meeting over to Dr. Reese Brainard, the foremost

authority on this bacteria and others like it.”

Reece Brainard indicated the screen. “Expi is one of those highly resistant,

mutated strains of bacteria that thrive in our world of space travel. It is rare but

deadly. Once it finds a host—usually on a smaller spacecraft with close working

and living space—it spreads like wildfire.

“Without an antibiotic, the survival rate is less than five percent. No synthetic

antibiotic has been successful. The natural antibiotic is in the form of a toxin that

is found only in certain species of insects, all of which reside, unfortunately, within

the borders of the Romulan Empire.

“Up until recently, we have quarantined the infected ships and hope for the

best. We lose about a hundred people a year to this incurable and extremely

painful disease. However, we’ve recently heard rumors of this expi bug taking hold

in certain types of colonies—small, closed societies, under domes.”

“This is serious, Doctor,” Spock broke in.

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“Serious, Spock?” McCoy broke in. “It’s a disaster!”

“There is found on Delphi,” the ambassador broke in, “a large, insect-like

creature called a Scalla. It resembles the insects from the Romulan worlds enough

to make us think there might be a chance we could find a cure for expi from the

venom. It is vital we get to Delphi in time to do the research and come up with an

antibiotic. If expi is indeed now spreading to small colonies, then there is no way

of knowing when or where it could strike next. It is deadly and—without a

serum—incurable.”

“I see why you’re in a hurry,” Kirk said softly. “If this disease reaches epidemic

proportions—”

“That’s why the Federation has sent along its best research bacteriologists and

entomologists. It is my job to negotiate with the Delphians on the government

level, while Dr. Brainard’s job is to find a cure for expi.”

He smiled grimly at Kirk. “Your job, Captain, is to cooperate with us. Is that

understood?”

Kirk suddenly understood the priority one nature of this assignment. “Clearly,

sir. We’ll get you there as fast as we can.”

Chapter 5


I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, but I’m headed to the officers’ galley.

Daddy told me to stay away from Ambassador Tronius, and I intend

to. But I’m awfully hungry, and the food at the captain’s table is

always delicious. Besides, he never said I couldn’t have supper with

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him. Only that I should stay away from the grumpy ambassador. I’ll

follow his orders to the letter and hope the ambassador is sitting at

the opposite end of the table.

he doors to the VIP galley whooshed open. Jamie hesitated before entering

and glanced around the noisy, crowded room. She didn’t see her father

anywhere. Neither did she see the ambassador, so she took a few quick

steps and slid into an empty seat next to Mr. Scott.

The engineer smiled, and Jamie smiled back.

A few minutes later, Kirk, followed Ambassador Tronius, entered and found

their seats. Thankfully, the ambassador was clear at the head of the table, seated

next to the captain.

Jamie scooted closer to Scotty and tried to make herself small. Perhaps the

captain wouldn’t notice her presence. After all, it was a long table, and all twenty

seats were taken.

“Are you okay, lass?” Scott asked when the galley crew began serving them.

“Perhaps you’d like me to pass ye the salt?”

Jamie shook her head and glanced up. She caught her father’s look of surprise

and dismay. His look confirmed what she already knew.

This is one of my dumber ideas. I should not be here.

Kirk motioned toward the door with his chin.

Jamie’s heart sank. She had no trouble interpreting his quiet signal: Excuse

yourself and get out of here.

Instead of obeying, Jamie ducked her head. If I don’t look at him, I won’t see

him telling me to leave. She took a sip of her soup—and choked. Loud, hacking

coughs burst from her throat.

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Scotty clipped her on the back and handed her a napkin. “There, there, lassie.

Take a drink. Are ye all right now?”

Jamie was not all right. She reached for a glass of water. It tipped over, spilled

across the tablecloth, and poured into the lap of the girl sitting across from her.

The girl leaped from her chair with a shriek. “Look what you’ve done! My best

dress.” She burst into tears.

“What is all the ruckus?” Tronius peered down the length of the table.

Jamie slid down in her seat, face burning. But trying to hide did no good.

The ambassador’s eyes opened wide. “Captain Kirk! Would you care to explain

why this child is here? You assured me she’d be kept away, and here she is, causing

havoc all over again.”

An uneasy silence fell over visitors and Enterprise officers.

Jamie’s eyes welled up in tears of shame, but she clenched her fists and stared

stonily at the tabletop. I will not cry!

“What about my dress?” the teenaged girl demanded, sniffling.

“It’s only a bit of water, Miss Fortran,” McCoy said. “I suggest we all get back

to our meal. Captain?”

Jamie gave McCoy a grateful look.

“Of course,” Kirk quickly agreed.

Ambassador Tronius, on the other hand, was clearly unwilling to let the

matter go. “I cannot enjoy my meal with that child here.” His voice echoed off the

walls. “Remove her.”

Jamie heard the shocked intake of breath from McCoy, three seats away.

“Just a minute, Mr. Ambassador.” The doctor’s tone matched the annoyance in

the other man’s voice. “I don’t see why you need to be hasty.” He indicated the

three teenagers. “These other youngsters are enjoying the meal. Why not Jamie?

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Surely you aren’t making a fuss over an overturned glass of water. It was an

accident.”

Tronius ignored McCoy and turned to Kirk. “Captain, are you going to comply

with my request or not?”

For one hopeful second, Jamie thought her father might agree with Dr.

McCoy. The ambassador was pulling rank, and it might make her dad mad enough

to remind the old man just who the captain of the Enterprise was.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gave McCoy a watch-your-step look and said to Jamie, “I think it

would be best if you left. Find Lt. Tanzer and ask him to—”

“Jim!” McCoy burst out. “What in blazes is going on?”

Heartened by the doctor’s support, Jamie added, “You’re the captain, Daddy.

Why are you letting that ambassador boss you around?”

Kirk rose from his seat. In his dress uniform, he looked forbidding. First, he

glared at McCoy. “Doctor, you’re out of

line.” Then he turned to Jamie. “And you,

Cadet Kirk, are dismissed. Go to your

quarters.”

There was no mistaking the order this

time.

Jamie knew she’d talked back to her

father once too often today. But it was too late. She couldn’t back down. Not in

front of all these strangers. Besides, Dr. McCoy was on her side. He could see how

unfairly she was being treated.

Jamie clenched her jaw and pushed back her chair. Her father had no idea

how she felt. Her shore leave was canceled. She couldn’t sit and eat with Daddy

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and share funny stories. He didn’t want her on the bridge. No, things were grim.

And it was all that grouchy ol’ Ambassador Tronius’s fault. No fair!

Shaking, Jamie leaped up without thinking. “You are a

mean and horrible old man!” she shouted. “You and your

stupid mission ruined everything. I’m not sorry I ran you

down—not one bit. I wish you’d never come aboard!”

Gasps rippled through the important guests like shock

waves.

Jamie caught her breath. Did I really say those horrible

words out loud? By the astonished looks on the faces

around her, she knew she had.

Kirk reached Jamie in three steps. He grasped her arm and yanked her away

from the table. The doors whooshed open as he led her out of the officers’ mess.

When the doors closed, he spun her around to face him. “That was the worst

display of defiance and disrespect I have ever seen. I’m ashamed of you.”

Jamie gulped but said nothing.

“You get to your quarters on the double and stay there until further notice.”

Jamie blinked back tears. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She didn’t know how those awful

words had spewed from her mouth.

“Sorry won’t help you this time. Now, do as you’re told.”

Jamie backed away, crushed by her father’s angry look. Then she ran, not

caring that she was disobeying again. The corridor was deserted, anyway.

The turbolift doors opened, and Jamie’s headlong flight ended in a crash.

“Ooof!” She and another person hit the floor of the lift. The doors closed.

Jamie threw herself against the wall, drew up her knees to hide her face, and

sobbed.

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“Hey,” a friendly voice said. “What’s the matter? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Jamie shook her head but refused to look up.

“Then why are you crying?”

Jamie cautioned a quick peek at the newcomer. Looking down at her with

concern was a tall, handsome boy with a friendly smile on his dark face.

The youth fished out a handkerchief. “My dad always tells me to carry this

around. I never use it, but he said it might come in handy sometime. Never

thought I’d be offering it to a lady in distress. Blow your nose and stop crying.”

Jamie lifted her head. “W-who are you?”

“I’m Jack Brainard. I’m supposed to be at some fancy reception dinner, but I

had a few things to finish up first.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to eat with that

crowd, anyway. I’d rather eat in the galley with the crew.”

He gave Jamie a keen look. “I don’t remember seeing you when we beamed up

from Starbase 12.”

Jamie rubbed her eyes. “I just left that dinner. The ambassador kicked me

out.”

“Sounds like the ambassador, all right. He’s the biggest bully in the quadrant.

It’s a pity he picks on little kids.”

Jamie held Jack’s handkerchief to her nose and blew. The turbolift chimed,

and Jamie looked up. She reached out and locked the ’lift in place. “Now it’ll stay

put until someone gets really insistent.”

Jack grinned. “Great. Tell me everything.” He settled himself on the floor next

to Jamie and waited.

Jamie started with her collision that afternoon.

“Two crashes in one day?” Jack laughed. “I heard the ambassador ranting and

raving about some unruly brat running him down. He made it sound like a

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Romulan plot to disrupt his mission.”

Jamie continued with the ill-fated dinner. “Then I yelled at the ambassador for

ruining my shore leave, and that’s when my dad blew up and sent me to my

quarters.”

Jack’s eyes grew huge. “You yelled at Ambassador Tronius?” He raised his hand

in a snappy salute. “I salute you, little girl, for your daring. That took guts.”

“I was just so mad.”

“Obviously.” He grinned. “Maybe I’ll try it sometime, so I can get kicked out

too. Who’s your dad, anyway?”

“Captain Kirk. I’m Jamie.”

He stuck out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Jamie.”

Jamie grasped his hand. Together they stood up. “I’d better get going before I

get into more trouble.” She smiled Jack. “Thanks for being nice.” She held out the

slightly used handkerchief, but Jack waved it away.

“Hey, Kid, don’t spread it around—the part about my being nice. It’s not good

for my image.” With that, the ’lift doors opened, and Jack Brainard was gone.

Chapter 6

amie didn’t remember when she fell asleep, but a gentle shake roused her. She

gazed sleepily at her father, who sat down beside her on the bed. He wasn’t

smiling.

“Good morning,” he said.

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Jamie pulled the covers over her head. This is not a good morning! It’s a terrible

morning!

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He removed the covers and lifted her to a sitting position.

“I’m going on duty in a few minutes, and we need to talk.”

Jamie yawned and peeked at the chronometer. O-six-hundred. Way too early!

She closed her eyes and slumped, but her father shook her.

“Wake up, Jamie. I’ve no patience for silly games this morning.”

Jamie sighed.

“I’ll get right to the point. What on earth has gotten into you? You were told

to stay away from the ambassador. It’s a mystery to me why you didn’t follow my

instructions. But you blew it last night with your disrespect.”

Jamie hung her head. He sounded very angry.

“Until we reach Delphi, you are forbidden to eat at the captain’s table.”

Jamie’s head snapped up. “But I always eat at the captain’s table.”

“Not any longer. I’m also confining you to quarters for the next three days.”

“Why?”

“Because I refuse to confine you for three weeks, like the ambassador

ordered.”

Jamie paled and sucked in a frightened breath.

Kirk nodded. “Yes. Ambassador Tronius was adamant about keeping you away

from him. Worse, he’s threatening to lodge a complaint with Starfleet about how

you’re interfering with my command and with this mission.”

Jamie was completely awake now. Complain to Starfleet! This was bad news.

So far, red tape had kept Jamie from being shipped off the Enterprise, but if

someone important like the ambassador started complaining—

“Can he make Starfleet kick me off the Enterprise?”

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“I honestly don’t know. But I’m going to do my best to keep you away from

him, at least until he cools off.”

“Jack says the ambassador’s a mean old bully,” Jamie said. “I promise I’ll keep

away from him, but I’m not staying in this boring cabin for three days. There’s

nothing to do.”

Kirk rose to his feet, clearly shocked. “That’s enough.”

Jamie swallowed. Never had she talked back to her father like this! Not in her

whole life. She deserved a paddling and half-hoped she’d get one. It would feel

good to have a reason to cry long and hard. Then her father would hold her tight,

say he loved her, and everything would be all right.

That’s not what happened.

Kirk stalked across the cabin, clearly frustrated. When he reached the door, he

whirled. “Listen to me, Cadet Jamie Kirk, and listen well. You will stay in this cabin,

or I’ll post a guard at the door to make sure you do.”

Jamie nodded wordlessly. This was worse than a spanking.

“Yeoman Tamara will bring your meals.” Kirk took a step. The doors swished

open, and he turned one last time. “If you don’t change your attitude, missy,

Ambassador Tronius will have more than enough ammunition to send you

packing, and I can’t say I blame him.”

When the doors closed, Jamie threw herself onto her bunk and sobbed. Gut-

wrenching fear clutched her belly. Was she truly a disruption? Jamie trembled at

the thought. Her father had looked so angry when he left.

“Please come back, Daddy. I’m sorry I talked back. Come back and give me a

spanking. Please.”

Her cabin remained quiet. Only the low hiss of the ventilation system

continued.

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Jamie was trapped. Alone. For three days.

An eternity.

Kirk arrived on the bridge in a sour mood. It was barely 0630 hours and he felt

as if he’d been on duty for an entire shift. He felt drained. Jamie had looked so lost

and scared when he left. But she was out of line. What had possessed her to speak

and act so rashly?

Correction, Captain. What possessed you to speak and act so rashly to your

own daughter? He groaned. His own weariness and irritation at the ambassador

had spilled over onto Jamie, and she’d gotten the brunt of it. What kind of

heartless father was he, anyway?

He fell into his command chair and closed his eyes.

“It’s about time you showed up, Kirk.”

The captain’s head jerked up, and

his eyes flew open. Standing on the

quarter-deck near the turbolift, looking

like he owned the ship, stood

Commissioner Thomas. His two

teenaged sons stood nearby.

“We’ve been waiting since 0600,”

the man said. “Where the blazes have

you been? You told us your shift would be starting early for the duration of this

voyage.”

“No one comes onto my bridge without permission,” Kirk snapped.

“Captain Kirk, do you realize to whom you’re speaking?”

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“Yes. I’m speaking to three civilians who have entered my bridge without

permission.”

“I’m here to arrange a tour of the ship for my boys,” Thomas insisted. “They

don’t want to wait any longer.”

“What your boys want or do not want is irrelevant,” Kirk said. “Are you going

to get off my bridge, or must I call security?”

“You wouldn’t!”

Kirk made a slight motion with his hand. Two red-shirted security guards

hurried over. They stood at attention. “Under regulation 43, section C. No

unauthorized person shall—”

“Don’t quote regulations to me, Captain.” Thomas eyed the guards warily, as

though trying to determine if Kirk were bluffing. He scowled. “We’ll leave.”

“But, Dad!”

The commissioner laid his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Denn. I’ll

see that you get your tour, one way or another.”

He turned back to the captain. “You are quickly forcing me to put this lack of

cooperation into my report to Starfleet Command. They won’t like what I’m

planning to write, Kirk.”

“That is your privilege, Commissioner. But in any event, the bridge is off limits

to your party without permission. Do I make myself clear?”

“You do, Captain Kirk. Very clear, and very uncooperative.” He stalked toward

the turbolift, his sons following in his wake.

Kirk knew he had just made another enemy. What else can go wrong on this

trip?

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Chapter 7

hree days later, Kirk glanced at the briefing room chronometer. 0842. He

took a swallow of coffee and groaned. It’s too early in the morning for this.

In twenty minutes, he was expected to attend yet another round of

briefings with the ambassador and his aides, along with whomever Tronius could

pull away from the science team to join him.

This current meeting had been called at the request of Kirk’s senior officers,

who had been gathering complaints from their subordinates over the past few

days. Minor damage reports had been trickling in from almost every department.

It was time to address the situation before it escalated into a political

nightmare for his crew. Everyone knew they had over two weeks left with these

people. Something had to be done.

“It’s not so much the ambassadors themselves,” Mark Stoddard, head of

security, was saying. “They stay holed up in the briefing room, hammering out

their plans for Delphi. It’s their families that are the problem. They think they own

the ship. And if you ‘insult’ one of them by asking them to leave? Well, it’s like

you’re putting the entire mission at risk.”

He turned sorrowful eyes on his captain. “Captain, there are some places these

people cannot go.”

“I am aware of the problem.”

“Another thing. Those kids. I’ve never seen such undisciplined brats in all my

life. That one girl—the young teenager—is openly flirting with my men, sir. I can’t

have that. They’re on duty.”

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“Well, sir,” Stoddard continued grimly, “I’d like to toss those two male juvenile

delinquents into the brig. Short of that, is there any way we can confine them to

quarters?”

“They’ve been aboard less than a week, Stoddard.” Kirk turned to the other

department heads. “Anybody else having trouble yet? Bones, how about you?”

“Not yet, thank goodness, but I suspect Sickbay will not remain unscathed.”

“What about the science team?”

“No complaints there. Reese and his team are great people to work with. I’ve

been spending most of my time with them, down in the xeno labs.”

The captain turned to his first officer. “Mr. Spock? What about your area?”

“I’ve noted excessive computer activity from the terminals in the Recreation

Area. Nothing that effects ship’s operations, but I am having it monitored

nevertheless.”

“Wise decision, Mr. Spock.” Kirk stood. “If that’s all, let’s get to our shifts. You

are all intelligent professionals. Find creative ways of preventing our young guests

from interfering with the ship’s operations without offending them. Starfleet is

firm on this last item. They are to be treated with the utmost deference. This expi

thing is a cause for much concern, and our unwelcome guests hold the key to its

solution.” He sighed. “It’s our misfortune they chose to bring their kids along.”

The department heads left the briefing room, chatting among themselves.

Kirk glanced at the chronometer. Two minutes to get to that next briefing. He

grabbed his coffee and hurried toward the door.

McCoy plucked his sleeve. “Say, Jim. I haven’t seen Jamie around lately. She

usually stops by Sickbay for a chat. What’s up?”

Kirk stopped just inside. The doors whooshed closed. “I’ve confined her to

quarters for a few days.”

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“You what?” McCoy frowned. “Why?”

“Until Ambassador Tronius’s temper blows itself out.”

McCoy looked indignant, but Kirk held up a hand. “Even you have to admit I

couldn’t let her get away with that little remark at dinner the other night. There

was no excuse for that, no matter how obnoxious the man is.”

McCoy had to admit no

such thing and said so. “Jamie’s

confined to quarters for being

rude to a high-brow diplomat,

yet those three young snots are

trying to destroy your ship and

interfere with your crew, and

you let them roam free.”

He leaned against the

table. “That makes no sense.”

“Do you think I’m unaware of that, Doctor? However, my personal feelings

have no place here. The Federation Council is breathing down Starfleet’s neck.

Starfleet is breathing down mine.” He shrugged. “A few days won’t hurt her.”

“Wrong, Captain. Have you forgotten the past two months? Jamie’s had it

rough, wondering if the Enterprise would make it through the next skirmish in one

piece. Or if her father would surrender his ship and everyone be taken prisoner. Or

if the bridge would take a direct hit and she’d never see you again.”

McCoy paused. “She needs R&R as much as—or perhaps more than—the rest

of the crew. She needs you.”

Kirk frowned. It never turned out well for him when Bones played psychiatrist.

“Two days at Starbase 23 were not enough,” the doctor continued. “It is my

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professional opinion that Jamie’s defiance is almost certainly a result of the stress

we’ve all been through. It explains her uncharacteristic outburst.” He took a deep

breath. “She’s running scared, Jim.”

Kirk opened his mouth to interrupt, but the doctor hurried on.

“You’re not exactly running at one-hundred-percent efficiency either, Captain.

You’re weary and irritated, and I don’t blame you. But remember this. No matter

how much Jamie would like it to be true, she is not a member of your crew. She’s

your daughter. She needs a little understanding from a father, not a directive from

a commanding officer.”

McCoy’s words pierced Kirk to the heart.

“When did you talk to her last?” the doctor probed mercilessly.

“I stopped by a couple of times, but it’s been late, and she’s been asleep.”

McCoy’s eyebrows rose. “Not really! You left her alone for three days? That’s

unforgivable. You better head down there right now and give her a hug.”

Kirk turned annoyed. Too many people were telling him how to run his ship.

McCoy would not tell him how to run his family. “I can’t. I’ve another briefing to

attend.”

“Yeah.” The doctor snorted. “Briefings are more important than a lonely little

girl sitting around in her cabin all day, wondering when the mighty Cap—”

“Belay that, Doctor. And that’s an order.”

McCoy brought himself to attention and gave his friend a mocking salute.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

Then he turned on his heel and stalked away.

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Chapter 8


The last two days have been the longest and most boring days of

my entire life. I keep waiting to see if the captain will come by and

release me from solitary confinement, but no such luck. The fancy

diplomats must be keeping him busy morning, noon, and night. Or

maybe he’s forgotten about me. It wouldn’t be the first time. I

should be grateful. At least I’m still aboard the Enterprise—but I

don’t know for how long.

amie paused the log entry and took a deep breath. She cleared her throat and

continued her recording.

I wish I didn’t have to stay in this cabin. There’s nothing to do but

sit around and think about what will happen if I have to leave the

ship. I don’t want to. But I don’t know how I’m going to make it

through the next two weeks without ending up in the brig.

She snapped the tricorder shut and looked at the chronometer. 0900. The

beginning of another long, boring day. For two full days and nights she’d stayed in

her cabin—studying, watching library tapes, and reading. She didn’t think she

could do it one hour longer.

Tossing aside the bed coverings, she got up and crossed to her desk, where her

computer sat. While it booted up and began to display a list of messages, Jamie

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pulled on a gold uniform tunic and black leggings. She hurried over to the

computer screen and began to scroll through the ship-wide announcements. No

personal messages.

“He could at least send an e-mail,” she muttered, shutting down the program

with a flick of her wrist. She returned to her bunk and flopped down. “Maybe he’s

still mad. Maybe I have to stay here for three weeks.”

The thought made her shudder. She looked around her quarters. There was

absolutely nothing to do in here except fume about the unfairness of it all.

And to worry about the unthinkable—leaving the Enterprise.

The door buzzer rang.

Jamie jumped up. Maybe Daddy had stopped by. “Come!” Her face fell when

she saw Yeoman Tamara enter with a breakfast tray.

“How much longer do I have to stay here, Tammy?” Jamie asked.

The yeoman placed her tray on the desk. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I don’t know the

answer. The captain told me to make sure you get something to eat until further

notice. So far, I haven’t received further notice.”

Jamie uncovered the tray and made a face. “I’m not hungry.”

How could she be, looking at another breakfast of toast and fruit? Yuck. But

she didn’t want to offend the yeoman, who looked as though she’d carefully

planned Jamie’s menu.

“You say that at every meal,” Tammy said with a smile. “But I’ve noticed the

tray is empty when I return to pick it up.”

Jamie shrugged.

Tammy smiled and retrieved yesterday’s supper tray. “I’ll see you later.”

The door whooshed open, then shut, and Jamie was alone. She sat on her

bunk and stared at the unappetizing breakfast. With one hand, she swept her pet

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tribble, K-7, from her pillow and into her lap. She stroked the fuzzy round ball of

fluff and considered her options.

“One. I can stay here and wait until Daddy gets around to remembering I’m

alive, but that could be a very long time.”

The tribble slowly made its way from Jamie’s lap and

onto her breakfast tray. She reached out and offered her

pet a handful of toast crumbs. “Two, I could walk out of

here, go up to the bridge, and tell him I’ve been locked up

long enough.”

She winced. She couldn’t be that brash, especially in

front of the bridge crew.

The tribble trilled.

“Three, I could leave and pretend like everything’s fine.” She sighed. “But that

would take more imagination then even I have. Nothing’s fine.”

“Or,” she pondered aloud, “I could go to Sickbay and talk to Dr. McCoy. He’d

give me some good advice.”

This plan made her smile. She loved Dr. McCoy, and she knew he’d help her

out. She picked up K-7, slid from her bed, and headed for the door.

Cautiously—a bit guiltily—Jamie slipped out of her cabin. She looked up and

down the corridor to make sure her father hadn’t really put a guard at her door.

With a relieved sigh at the empty hallway, she took off for Sickbay two decks up.

She ignored her grumbling stomach. She’d worry about breakfast after her talk

with the good doctor.

Just being out of her cabin put a spring into Jamie’s step. She skipped to the

turbo lift, tossed K-7 into the air, and waved cheerfully at crew members as they

called, “Good morning, Cadet.”

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The ’lift deposited her on Deck Three. The doors slid open.

Jamie took two steps from the ’lift and stopped. Three teenagers stood nearby.

The girl she’d sat across from at dinner and two surly-looking boys.

The tallest of the youths leaned against

the doorway, preventing the doors from

closing. “Who do we have here?”

Jamie didn’t like the way the boy acted, as

if he owned the turbolift and could decide

who rode it.

The other boy poked Jamie’s shoulder.

“My brother asked your name.”

She stumbled backward into the lift and clutched K-7 close to her chest. “It’s

Jamie. Jamie Kirk. Who are you?”

“Denn Thomas.” He pointed to his brother. “That’s Clark. Our father is the

Federation High Commissioner. Do you know what a high commissioner does?”

Jamie shook her head.

“He tells everybody else what to do,” Clark broke in. “Even your old man, the

captain of this garbage scow.”

Jamie’s cheeks flamed. “The Enterprise is not a garbage scow!”

Clark reached into the lift and yanked Jamie out into the corridor. “It is if we

say it is.”

“Let me go.” Jamie jerked her sleeve from Clark’s grip. She took two steps

toward Sickbay and ran into Denn.

“We haven’t finished getting to know you yet,” Denn said. He indicated the

pretty teenaged girl. “This is Ronda Fortran. Her dad’s Ambassador Fortran,

another important person who can boss your dad around.”

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Ronda smiled. “And you’ve already met the most important person of all,

Ambassador Randle Tronius. You really made a mess of it, running into him and

then smarting off at dinner the other night. He’s got a long memory.”

“Morning, Cadet,” a dark-haired ensign greeted her cheerfully. He made a

motion as though to enter the ’lift. “You and your friends are blocking the ’lift.”

“Sorry, Ensign.” Jamie skipped out of the way, which put her out of reach of

the three youths. Grateful to Ensign Morrow for his timely arrival, she took off

down the corridor and rounded the corner to Sickbay.

She ducked through the doors and hollered, “Dr. McCoy!”

There was no answering welcome. Even Nurse Chapel seemed to have

vanished. Jamie heard the low murmuring of med-techs working in the room to

the left. Maybe they knew where the doctor was.

Just then, the doors to the corridor slid open. To Jamie’s horror, the three

teenagers stood at the threshold.

“Hi again,” Ronda said, “How nice of you to show us the way to Sickbay.”

“Yeah,” Clark said. “This place wasn’t on the tour, and I don’t plan on waiting

until I’m sick to visit.” He hiked himself up onto a diagnostic bed. Immediately the

panel lit up and hummed.

Denn reached into a drawer and pulled out a small metal device. “I wonder

what this does.” He switched it on and held it over his brother’s body. It whooped

and whirled. Denn grinned. “Hey, I like it.”

“Leave this stuff alone,” Jamie ordered, beginning to panic.

“This is a great place, squirt.” Clark laughed. “It’s the first time we’ve had any

fun since we came aboard.” He lay down and placed his hands behind his head.

Jamie tucked K-7 under her arm and snatched the scanner from Denn. “You

better leave.”

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“We’ll leave when we’re good and ready,” Ronda said.

Clark sat up. “What’s that furry ball you’re carrying around?”

Jamie dropped the scanner and clutched K-7 to her chest. “A tribble.”

Clark’s eyes opened wide. “A real one? I’ve always wanted a tribble. Hand it

over.”

Jamie shook her head and backed up, right into Denn.

The boy snatched the tribble from Jamie and peered at it. Then he reached

down and picked up the dropped scanner. “I wonder what happens when you scan

one of these things. Maybe we should dissect it.”

Jamie shrieked and sprang at Denn, who lifted the tribble out of her reach.

“Here, Clark. Catch!” He tossed K-7 to his brother, who immediately began to

examine it. K-7 continued to trill, obviously undisturbed by the rough handling.

Jamie, on the other hand, was frantic. K-7 was her own special pet. Cyrano

Jones had given it to her, and it was the one living creature her father let her keep

aboard ship—so long as she kept it hungry, so it wouldn’t turn into a gazillion little

tribbles.

“Give me my tribble!” She launched herself at Clark, throwing herself on top of

the diagnostic bed. She tried to peel the teenager’s fingers away from K-7.

Clark raised his hand out of reach and bumped into the diagnostic scanner. It

reacted with chirps and alarms. Neither Jamie nor Clark paid any attention.

“What in blue blazes is going on here?”

The fury in McCoy’s voice cut through the noise like a clap of thunder. He

strode to the diagnostic bed and flipped a switch. Silence reigned once again. Then

he grabbed Jamie, set her on the floor, crossed his arms over his chest, and

demanded, “I asked a question. What is going on here?”

Clark slid off the diagnostic bed and joined the other two youths. “Nothing,

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Doctor.”

“He’s got K-7 and won’t give it back,” Jamie said in a shaky voice.

McCoy reached out his hand toward Clark.

Clark dropped the tribble into McCoy’s palm. He winked at his friends. “The

captain’s kid was giving us a tour of the facilities, Doctor. You’ve got quite a place

here.”

“And the tribble?”

“We were just having a little fun. No harm done.” He ruffled Jamie’s hair.

“Right, Captain’s Kid?”

Jamie glared at Clark.

McCoy scowled. With his free hand he took the portable scanner from Denn.

“These are delicate instruments, young man.”

Clark’s eyes grew large. “Sir, we had no idea. The kid said it would be all right.

She suggested we use her tribble to practice scanning.”

“I did not!”

“Don’t try to cover it up, Jamie,” Clark said. “We all heard you invite us for a

tour, didn’t we?”

The other two teens nodded.

“Well, the tour’s over, so you can go about your business,” McCoy said.

“Or what?” Clark challenged.

“Perhaps you’d like a tour of the brig?”

Denn laughed. “You can’t do that. Nobody can tell us what to do. Our father is

a Federation high commissioner.”

McCoy took two steps forward. Jamie skipped out of his way. “Let me tell you

something, son of a high commissioner. In my sickbay, I tell everybody what to do,

even the high commissioner himself. Now get out!”

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“It’s all Jamie’s fault,” Ronda said. “She told us she could do anything she

wants because her father’s the captain.”

This was too much for Jamie. But before she could defend herself, McCoy put

a firm hand on her arm and said, “Let it go.” To the others he barked, “Move.

Now.”

They left.

When the doors closed, McCoy turned around. He looked

at K-7 lying happily in his palm. “I’m surprised your tribble

didn’t start squealing at such unpleasant company.”

“Tribbles only squeal at Klingons,” Jamie reminded him.

McCoy grinned and plopped K-7 into her outstretched

hand. “A pity.” Then his voice turned serious. “How did you get

tangled up with those three?”

Jamie shrugged. “I don’t know. I came looking for you, and when I turned

around, there they were. They started playing with your equipment. I didn’t know

what to do. I was scared they’d break it, so I took the scanner away. Then Denn

stole K-7. They started throwing it around and”—her voice choked on a sob—

“when Daddy finds out, he’s going to send me back to my quarters forever.”

“Then we just won’t tell him,” McCoy decided with a grin. He motioned Jamie

to follow him to his special cabinet, where he withdrew an orange soda from the

cooler. “Here.”

Jamie opened the bottle and took a swallow. “Thank you.”

McCoy helped himself to a second soda. “So, the captain must have come by

and released you from your confinement?”

Jamie ducked her head. “I released myself. I guess he’s so busy with his

important guests that he won’t know whether I’m in my cabin or not, unless you

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tell him.”

“Hmm. What if I release you on my medical authority? Then if Jim thinks

you’ve disregarded orders, he can blame me.”

Jamie nodded. “That’s a great idea.” She set down the soda and threw her arms

around McCoy. “Thank you.”

McCoy returned Jamie’s hug and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Now, scoot.

I’ve got to get back to work. I just came up to get some reports.” He picked up his

disks and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Jamie asked.

“The xeno labs.”

“I go with you?”

When McCoy spoke, Jamie felt her heart lighten. “It’s a fact that our captain

has his hands full the next couple of weeks. He won’t have any spare time for you,

will he?”

Jamie shook his head. “Nope.”

“I expect you’ll be a lot happier if you don’t have to peer over your shoulder for

unwelcome guests, either.”

Jamie nodded eagerly.

McCoy grinned. “All right. Come on.” He waved at K-7. “But the tribble stays

here.”

Jamie plopped K-7 on a counter and hurried to follow McCoy out the door.

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Chapter 8

amie loved the xeno-biology labs. The entire complex was an exciting,

confusing combination of alien biology, bacteriology, virology, and botany. If a

landing party found it, the xeno-labs could house it.

She watched lab techs carry transparent aluminum containers of exotic plants

and animals across the corridors into the other labs. “Why are they taking all of

the lab specimens out of the lab?” she asked McCoy.

“Dr. Brainard’s team is turning the xeno department into a giant research lab

to accommodate the Scallas and come up with a vaccine against expi.”

Jamie looked up. “What’s a Scalla? Or expi?”

“Something very nasty.” He waved to a tall, familiar-looking youth. “Jack,

come over here and meet my favorite cadet.”

Jack set down a carton of bottles and test tubes and hurried over. “Hi, Jamie.”

He turned to McCoy. “We’ve met.”

McCoy winked at Jamie and ruffled her hair. “Stick close to Jack. He’ll look out

for you. You might even learn something.” Then he left them alone.

Jack brushed his hands down the sides of his gray jumpsuit. “You can see what

I’ve been doing since I got here. My father thinks I’m only a strong back. I’ve tried

to tell him there are plenty of people aboard who could do this just as effectively,

so I could devote my talents to other endeavors.”

A large, smiling black man came up behind Jack and gave him a clap on the

shoulder. “More work, less talk, lab assistant.”

Jack gave his father a mock scowl. “This is my dad and slave master, Dr.

Brainard. If you don’t leave right away, he’ll put you to work.”

Jamie grinned. “That’s okay.”

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“A bright spot in my day. Someone willing to work.” He reached out a friendly

hand. “I’ve seen you before. You’re Captain Kirk’s little girl.”

“Jamie,” she said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine.” Dr. Brainard broke into a wide

smile. “It did my heart good to see someone speak the truth

to our esteemed ambassador. Don’t tell anybody I said that,”

he added with a laugh. “Tronius hasn’t much patience for

anyone not totally devoted to his cause, whatever it is on

any given day.”

“And he doesn’t like kids,” Jack put in with a sour face.

Jamie sighed. “I know he doesn’t like me. He’s even got my dad taking sides,

and it’s not my side.”

Reece squatted down to Jamie’s level. “Your dad’s not taking sides, Jamie. He’s

just awfully busy. Ambassador Tronius excels at keeping people jumping through

hoops. The man is enough to wear anybody down. And he doesn’t like Starfleet.”

“Or scientists,” Jack piped in.

Reece frowned. “That will do, Jack.” He rose and laid a gentle hand on Jamie’s

shoulder. “In a couple of weeks, we’ll be off the ship and everything will return to

normal. Until then, you can stay down here and out of the diplomats’ way. Your

father will have one less headache, and Tronius can concentrate on his mission.

Which,” he added, “is important. He may be a ‘mean and horrible old man,’ but

he’s the best the Federation’s got, besides Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan.”

“Wish it were Sarek. I like him, and he likes me.”

“I wish it were Sarek too.” He turned to Jack. “Take charge of our new help.”

“Be glad to, O slave master.” Jack made a mock bow and motioned to Jamie.

“Come on, I’ll show you what you can do.”

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Jamie followed the older boy gladly. She listened, wide-eyed, when he told her

about his run-ins with the diplomats’ spoiled offspring.

“Why do you suppose I’m down here instead of mingling with the crew, which

is what I’d really like to do?” Jack sighed. “I saw what they were like when we were

all stuck on Starbase 12 before the Enterprise arrived. I’m not about to get mixed up

with them. They have a way of destroying things and blaming someone else. And

that someone is usually me.”

He lifted another carton. “I’ve got better things to do than tiptoe around those

morons. I’m apprenticing with my dad in xeno-bacteriology.” He grinned, clearly

excited to have a captive audience. “I’m sure those Scallas’ venom is just the ticket.

I can’t wait to see one and watch the process from start to finish.”

“Is that why the Enterprise had to leave Starbase 23? Because you guys wanted

to go on a bug hunt?”

“You don’t know?”

“I’ve been confined to quarters since the night I met you.”

Jack pulled Jamie into a quiet corner and sat her down. Jamie found herself

holding her breath as the older boy unfolded the gruesome events of the past few

months—the expi bacteria, the deadly epidemic, and the chance that a strange

insect on a planet out on the rim might be the key to solving a desperate mystery.

Despite her resentment over the canceled shore leave, Jamie became caught

up in the idea of a mercy mission, of finding a cure for this awful disease. She

shivered when Jack described the Scalla.

“Think of the largest dragonfly you’ve ever seen. Now give it an attitude and

the sting of a scorpion from its tail end, and you’ll have a good idea what it’s like.

Not a nice creature, not nice at all. But full of a special venom my dad and his team

hope to turn into a cure.”

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When Jack was finished, Jamie was sure she knew more than most of the crew

about the Scalla of Delphi II.

“Do you get to work with those dangerous insects when we get to Delphi?”

Jack nodded. “And you might even get a glimpse of the critters, from a safe

distance, of course.”

“Really?”

“I’m sure I can talk my dad into it.”

“That would be something.” Jamie slumped. “But I’m not part of your team.”

“Maybe we can work out a trade.” Jack smiled. “Do you think I could see the

bridge sometime?”

Jamie nodded. “Sure! The bridge is the best place ever. You can almost reach

out and touch the stars. I love it up there.” She stood up. “When do you want to

see it? Right now?”

“I’ve got too much work to do today. How about tomorrow or the next day,

maybe after supper? I’m usually free in the evenings.”

“Okay. Beta shift will be on duty. They won’t mind a bit.”

Chapter 9


Things haven’t worked out too badly the last couple of days. I

thought I was going to be in major trouble for sneaking out of my

cabin without permission, but no guards jumped me. I haven’t

heard from my dad, but Dr. McCoy gave me a medical release—

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whatever that means. I hope it means he’ll do all the explaining

when the captain finds out I’m gone.

I have a new friend. His name is Jack Brainard. He loves being

aboard the Enterprise about as much as I do. Tonight, I’m taking

him up to see the bridge. He’s gonna love it!

hen the turbolift doors whooshed

open, Jamie motioned Jack to stand

just inside the bridge. She wanted

him to see the view screen before he saw

anything else.

His dark eyes grew wide with wonder and

delight.

“What did I tell you?” Jamie whispered, leaning close. She loved the bridge.

She could sit for hours, watching the stars go by at warp speed. She listened to the

soft murmur of the bridge crew going about their duties.

Sometimes, Lt. Uhura even let her listen in on subspace transmissions, and

Jamie heard many interesting and funny things.

“You’re right, Jamie. There are no words to describe

how special this place is.” Jack sighed. “You’re very lucky

to be aboard this ship, you know.”

Jamie nodded. She knew.

The center chair spun around. Commander Spock

regarded Jamie and Jack with a questioning look. A

Vulcan eyebrow shot up.

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“Hi, Mr. Spock. What are you doing up here during beta shift?”

Spock rose from his seat and came to stand by Jamie and Jack. He ignored

Jamie’s irrelevant question and asked one of his own. “Does the captain know you

are on the bridge?”

“No. Why? Is he looking for me?”

“Not that I am aware,” Spock replied. “Did you know the bridge is off limits to

all unauthorized personnel until we reach Delphi II?”

Jamie paused in uncertainty. “He never told me that.” She didn’t add the fact

that she her father hadn’t told her anything at all lately. She hadn’t seen him for

nearly a week.

“The orders are posted on comm screens. Perhaps yours has malfunctioned?”

Jamie looked up into the Vulcan’s dark, unreadable eyes. “I guess I didn’t read

my screen.”

Mr. Spock gave her a sympathetic look. “I recommend you vacate the premises

immediately and take Mr. Brainard with you.” With a guiding hand, he ushered

the two bridge visitors toward the turbolift.

At that moment the lift doors slid open, and out stepped the captain and

Commissioner Thomas. Kirk’s mouth fell open.

“Captain Kirk!” Thomas barked. “You deny my sons access to the bridge, yet

your daughter and the Brainard boy flaunt your restrictions.”

Jamie shrank against Mr. Spock at the harsh words.

Great going, Cadet Kirk. You got the captain into trouble again. She stiffened

and prepared herself for a tongue-lashing from the haughty diplomat.

Mr. Spock broke in. “The blame is mine, Captain. I failed to inform Jamie of

the new bridge restrictions, as per your orders. With your permission, I will

accompany her and Mr. Brainard from the bridge and review the new orders.”

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“Of course, Mr. Spock,” Kirk answered quickly. “Carry on. Good night, Jamie.”

Jamie craned her neck and looked at her father as Mr. Spock gently propelled

her into the lift. He wasn’t smiling. “Good night, Daddy,” she whispered. “Good

night, Commissioner Thomas.”

The flustered commissioner nodded a brief farewell. Then he turned to the

captain. “Kirk, are all your officers as slack in following your—” The doors cut off

the rest of the man’s complaint.

The lift plunged downward. Jamie stared at the floor. Then she took a deep

breath, looked up, and caught Mr. Spock looking at her in amusement.

“Mr. Spock, you lied.”

One of Spock’s eyebrows rose. “I merely rearranged the facts to suit the

occasion. It was obvious you knew nothing about the new restriction. It was

equally obvious the captain knew nothing about your presence on the bridge. Why

should I give occasion for Commissioner Thomas to find fault with either you or

Captain Kirk?”

He clasped his hands behind his back. “The commissioner and his party are

most unpleasant people.”

The lift came to a stop, and the doors slid open.

“Enjoy what remains of your evening,” Mr. Spock said.

“I will. Thanks to you.”

“Thanks are not necessary. It was the only logical course of action.”

The doors whooshed shut.

“You realize Mr. Spock just saved our lives,” Jack said. “Commissioner Thomas

would never let my father forget this.”

“I know,” Jamie agreed. “Mr. Spock is . . . well, he’s nice to have around.”

My hero!

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She motioned Jack toward the recreation hall. “Come on. Let’s play a game of

chess.”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Jack Brainard the brain, and his loyal pet girl out for a

fun-filled evening aboard the most boring ship in the quadrant.”

Clark Thomas reached over Jack’s shoulder and

flicked his finger at the black king. It toppled from

the second level and crashed into the white bishop

and three pawns, disrupting the chess game Jack

and Jamie had been engrossed in ever since they’d

escaped from the bridge an hour ago.

“Hey!” Jamie reached out to rescue her white

pieces from the tabletop.

“Go find something else to do,” Jack mumbled.

“Well,” Ronda piped up, “at least you’re talking to us now. Usually you ignore

us and act like you’re too good for us.” She sat down next to Jamie.

Clark and Denn quickly followed suit—one on either side of Jack.

“Hey, Jackie.” Denn slapped the youth smartly on the back. “I heard a rumor

that you got to see the bridge. How did you rate a trip up there?”

Jack frowned. “Where did you hear that? The bridge is off limits.”

“We heard it from our father. You know, the high commissioner. He saw you

and Jamie on the bridge this evening. He’s pretty upset to see such favoritism and

intends to do something about it.”

He looked at Jamie. “Wouldn’t you like to know what he’s going to do?”

“No.” Jack picked up his black king and returned it to its rightful place on the

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board. “Go on, Jamie. It’s your move.”

“He’s going to file an official complaint with Starfleet about their lack of

wisdom in allowing her”—Clark pointed to Jamie—“to stay aboard the Enterprise.

Apparently, it’s not really allowed.”

Jamie stared at the chessboard. Her throat was too tight to speak.

“A little kid aboard a starship?” Clark laughed. “My father thought at first she

was here on a holiday, but he checked around and discovered she stays here

permanently.”

Clark clucked his tongue and stood up. He came around the table and sat

down beside Jamie. Then he laid an arm across her shoulder. “You won’t be here

for long, squirt. Not if you keep being a disruption.”

Jamie squeezed her eyes shut, but two tears leaked out.

“Captain Kirk isn’t very cooperative, either,” the teen went on. “When my

father gets done with him, both of you may find yourselves grounded.”

“Shut up, Clark!” Jack leaped to his feet and clenched his fists. “Shut up and

leave us alone. If you three weren’t such jerks, you’d probably be allowed a tour of

the bridge. But Captain Kirk is a lot smarter than those other ships’ masters who’ve

had the misfortune to have you aboard their ships.”

“That’s enough out of you!” Clark took a step toward Jack and raised his fists.

“If you had the sense of a toad, you’d—”

Jack’s fist plowed into Clark’s nose with a force that made the older boy

stumble backward, right into the arms of Lieutenant Commander Harb Tanzer.

“Augh!” Clark clutched his nose with both hands. “He broke it! He broke my

nose!” He pulled away from Harb and pointed at Jack. “Arrest him immediately. He

viciously attacked me.”

Harb’s quiet voice cut through Clark’s shouting. “That will be enough out of

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both of you gentlemen.” He laid a powerful hand on each boy’s shoulder. “It’s time

to call it a day.”

“Call your security men. Lock Jack up.” Clark brought his hands down and

stared at the bright red blood covering them.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Mr. Thomas,” Harb said with a smile. “I

saw the whole thing. A ruckus between two teenaged boys is nothing to get excited

about. I’ll take you to Sickbay if you’re worried about your injuries. Dr. McCoy can

fix you up in no time.”

Clark jerked away from Harb’s grip. “I don’t want to see the doctor.” He

narrowed his eyes at Jack. “You two are in trouble for this, and don’t think any

stupid crewman can get you out of it.” He turned and stomped out of the rec hall,

followed by his brother and a wide-eyed Ronda Fortran.

Jack turned to Harb. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tanzer. I let my temper get the best of

me.” He glanced at Jamie.

“I’ll vouch for you,” Harb said with a smile. “You were defending a lady.” He

winked at Jamie, who brushed a tear from her cheek and watched the exchange

with wariness.

Her thoughts were on Clark’s earlier words. The ones about Starfleet and

being forced to leave the ship. Could he really do that?

“Come on, Jamie,” Harb said. “You’d best get yourself to bed. I’ll see you to

your quarters.”

Although it was worded nicely, Jamie recognized an order when she heard

one. “Aye, sir.” She turned to Jack. “Good night, Jack. I’m sorry you got in trouble

on account of me.”

“It wasn’t on account of you,” Jack assured her. “Clark’s been asking for a fist

in the face since Starbase 12. I was happy to accommodate him.”

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Chapter 10


Tonight, I’m going to stay up until Daddy comes by to say good

night. Even if it takes all night. I’ve got to talk to him. I’m scared

of that nasty old Clark Thomas and his brother. They say their

father can make me leave the ship. Maybe he can’t. But maybe

he can. I don’t know. I wish Daddy would come by. I wish he’d

pick me up and hold me tight and tell me those horrible boys are

lying. And that I never have to leave the Enterprise. I wish—

amie slammed the tricorder shut and threw it cross her room. Then she burst

into tears. She didn’t want to record anything more tonight. She wanted her

father, and she wanted him right now!

She reached out and pulled K-7 into a crushing hug. The tribble purred.

“You’ve got to keep me awake, K-7. He’s got to come by tonight. He’s just got to.”

Jamie scooted up against the headboard of her bunk. When she’d seen her

father on the bridge this evening, she realized that any anger she felt had long

since drained away. She had wanted to throw her arms around him. If the

commissioner hadn’t been there, that’s exactly what she would have done.

Even in front of Mr. Spock and the entire bridge crew.

She turned on the reading light, tucked K-7 under her arm, and opened a

book. It was a real book, not a library tape that fit into her viewer. She pulled up

her covers and glanced at the chronometer: 2115 hours.

Any minute Daddy would stop by. It was well past his shift. Where could he

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be every evening? She blinked back a tear and forced herself to read the pages in

front of her. She yawned. Her eyelids fluttered.

She fell asleep.

The doors to Jamie’s quarters slid open with a quiet whoosh. Kirk glanced into

the dimly lit room, surprised to see a glowing light. “Jamie?” he whispered,

crossing over to her bunk.

He stopped, ashamed. She was sound asleep, leaning against the headboard. A

tribble was clutched under one arm, and an open book lay propped in her lap. The

reading light shone directly in her face.

Kirk groaned. Once again, he had been delayed far into the evening with the

distasteful business of trying to settle disputes and complaints among his

passengers. Now, he again had arrived at Jamie’s quarters too late.

Gently, he removed K-7 from Jamie’s tight grip and plopped the furry beast

near the foot of the bunk. He picked up the book, glanced at the title, and closed

it. Pulling back the blankets, he slid Jamie under the covers and brushed her

forehead with a kiss.

“Good-night, honey,” he whispered, switching off the light.

Jamie stirred, sighed, and rolled over. A slip of paper fell from her hand.

Kirk frowned and picked it up. Then he walked to the cabin doors. They

opened. Light spilled onto the childish writing.

I love you, Daddy. I’m sorry for being so much trouble. Please don’t

make me leave the Enterprise. XXXOO

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The words tore at Kirk’s heart. He was tempted to wake her, but Jamie always

slept soundly. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

Again.

After lunch the next day, Jamie waited for the turbolift that would take her

down to the xeno labs. Her plan to stay awake had failed. She’d awakened to find

herself covered up, the light out, and her book put awat. The note she’d written

was gone.

It meant Daddy had stopped by, but the knowledge didn’t make her feel any

better.

The ’lift opened. To Jamie’s horror, the three teenagers stepped out. They

crowded around her, as cocky and sure of themselves as ever.

“Hi, squirt,” Clark greeted her. “Where are you off to?”

Jamie backed up against the bulkhead.

“Where’s your guard dog?” Denn asked.

Jamie looked up into Denn’s sneering face. “My what?”

“Jack Brainard,” Clark said. “You don’t go anywhere without him.” He reached

out a finger and prodded her in the chest. “We want to see the rest of the ship, and

you’re going to show it to us.”

Jamie shook her head. “No way.” She tried to edge past the youths.

Clark reached out and yanked her back. “Not so fast. You’re the captain’s kid,

and your old man probably gives you the run of the ship.”

Jamie narrowed her eyes. “That’s not true.”

“Show us the bridge, Jamie,” Ronda said.

“The bridge is off limits. You want to go up there, go ahead. I’m not going.”

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Pain shot through Jamie when Clark clamped down on her arm.

“What’s your hurry? I’m not done talking to you. If you can’t show us the

bridge, then show us something else instead.” He grinned. “Like the hangar deck

and the shuttlecraft.”

Jamie’s heart slammed against the inside of her chest, and her legs felt wobbly.

She tried to unpeel Clark’s digging fingers from around her arm, but they wouldn’t

budge.

“You can’t make me,” she said bravely. “And if you don’t leave me alone, I’m

calling security.”

“Go ahead.” Clark let her go and pulled a folded piece of paper from his

pocket. “The minute you open your mouth, I’ll make certain my father sends this

message to Starfleet.”

He shoved the paper at Jamie. “I found it lying on the table in our quarters. My

father wrote it. It’s all about you. You’re nothing more than a stowaway, and your

father is guilty of hiding you aboard, just like a criminal.”

With trembling hands, Jamie unfolded the note and read it. When she

finished, she felt sick to her stomach with fear and worry.

Clark snatched the paper and refolded it. “It’s addressed to some bigwig

admiral named Komack. Ever heard of him? Anytime he wants, my father can give

the word to Starfleet Command and they’ll kick you off this ship.” He snapped his

fingers. “Just like that.”

“He c-can’t do that,” Jamie stammered.

“Wanna bet?” He brought his mouth close to her ear. “Now, Jamie Kirk, you’re

going to do exactly what I say. Got it?”

Did she have a choice? Jamie did not want to be kicked off the ship. “What do

you want to see?”

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Clark nodded. “That’s better. We want to see the hanger deck. Can you get us

in?”

“I don’t know.”

Clark squeezed Jamie’s arm until she yelped.

“I’ll try,” she said. “But please don’t do anything to get us in trouble.”

“Sure, squirt. So long as you keep your mouth shut about our business. That

means you don’t squeal to anyone. Not to your father, not to Jack Brainard. You

clear on that?”

“Yes,” Jamie whispered.

I wish I knew how to do the Vulcan nerve pinch. Pinch, pinch, pinch. Three

bullies on the ground.

Just then the turbolift whooshed open, and Jack strolled out. He stopped short

when he saw Clark and the others. “What’s going on?” He turned to Jamie. “These

guys bothering you?”

Jamie shrugged.

“Where have you been?” Jack demanded. “I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.”

“I’m going to show them guys the hangar deck. Want to come along?”

Jack bristled. “How did you get talked into that?”

“None of your business,” Denn snapped.

Jack pulled Jamie aside. “Don’t do it, Jamie. They’re nothing but trouble.”

Jamie bit her lip. “I have to. Come with me, Jack. Please.”

Jack didn’t say anything. He glanced at Clark, Denn, and Ronda. Then he

looked at Jamie and shrugged. “Okay, I’ll come. I’m sure not going to let you go off

with these slimes by yourself.” He eyed the others. “I don’t trust them.”

“Shut up, Jack,” Denn said. “Come or stay but quit talking.”

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Jamie followed slowly, gave the ’lift directions, and slumped against the wall.

Jack joined them, clearly reluctant. “This is a really bad idea,” he whispered

into Jamie’s ear.

“I know,” Jamie whispered back. She clamped her mouth shut when Clark

glared at her.

The ’lift deposited them near the hangar deck, and they tumbled out into the

corridor. A relaxed guard leaned against the bulkhead near the door.

A guard at the hanger deck? Jamie thought in surprise. What’s going on?

“What are you doing, Ensign Matthews?”

Matthews straightened up and gave Jamie’s companions a wary look. “I’m

guarding the hangar deck, per Commander Stoddard’s orders. ‘Guards to be posted

at all sensitive areas of the ship until further notice.’”

Jamie frowned. “But why? There’s no intruder alert.”

“Ask the captain,” Matthews grunted.

“Okay, I will. But can I show these guys around while I’m here?”

“No indeed, Cadet. The captain’s been tight about restricted areas lately.”

“It’s just the shuttle bay.” Jamie wrinkled her eyebrows. “What’s the big deal? I

come here all the time.”

Matthews nodded. “That’s true. You do.” He looked over her companions then

said, “You may enter, Jamie, but your companions may not. Not unless the captain

approves your request.”

Jamie bit her lip. She put two and two together and came up with the right

mental answer. Daddy had placed guards all over the ship to protect the Enterprise

from these troublemakers.

Her heart leaped. I have Ensign Matthews to make the orders stick. I don’t have

to do what they say! Jamie started to smile.

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Then she saw Clark’s face, and his look frightened her more than anything she

had ever seen. He put his hand in his pocket and crinkled the note. The message to

Admiral Komack. Then he silently held Jamie’s gaze until she ducked her head in

defeat.

When Jamie looked up, she swallowed and gave Ensign Matthews a half-

hearted grin. This would be hard, but she had to try. “We’ll only be a minute or

two. They’ve never seen a shuttlecraft up close before.”

Matthew scratched his chin. “I dunno, Cadet.”

“Please, Ensign? For me? I sort of promised them.” She crooked a finger.

When Matthews bent down, she whispered in his ear, “Just a quick peek? I’ll make

sure we stick together. You can count on me.”

“A couple of minutes, huh?” Matthews was clearly wavering.

Jamie ran her finger across her chest. “Cross my heart, sir. In and out.”

She shivered on the inside. If Matthews agrees and Daddy ever finds out about

this, I am so dead!

Matthews looked at the youngsters. Every one of them were smiling like

happy-go-lucky kids on a field trip. They looked innocent and eager.

He sighed. “All right, Jamie. For my favorite mascot. But you have exactly

three minutes, so make it snappy, Cadet.”

“Aye, sir.” Jamie gave the ensign a snappy salute.

The door slid open, Matthews stood aside, and the five young people paraded

onto the hangar deck. A few maintenance techs were working on the Galileo 8, but

other than that, the place was deserted.

The remaining shuttles—Columbus, Newton, and Boyle—rested serenely in

their positions, with the Columbus in readiness stance.

“We really appreciate this, Jamie,” Clark said a minute later. He gave her a

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smile and a high-five. “It’s impressive.”

Jamie beamed at the sincerity in his voice. “We better hurry. Ensign Matthews

means business.” She whispered to Jack, “Maybe they can be nice sometimes.”

“They’re taking advantage

of you Jamie,” Jack warned her.

“And you sweet-talked that

Starfleet guard like you knew

what you were doing.”

Jamie reddened. She knew

what she had done.

Jack shook his head. “There

is no way this can turn out well.

Let’s leave these slimes behind and get out of here before we really get in trouble.”

Jamie wanted to, but she shook her head. Jack didn’t know about the note in

Clark’s pocket.

“What about a closer look inside this shuttlecraft?” Denn suggested, pointing

to the Columbus.

“We’ve only got another minute,” Jamie told him.

“Sure. No problem.”

Jamie pushed the button that released the door, and it opened smoothly and

invitingly. Oohs and aahs filled the eerie silence of the shuttlecraft as they found

seats and admired the shuttle’s interior. Even Jack sat down.

Clark took his place in the pilot’s seat. “I flew one of these back on Starbase 5.”

“Like fun you did.” Jack snorted his contempt.

“It was a simulator and it was this exact model,” Clark said. He traced his

fingers over the controls. “I bet this one is just as easy to fly as the simulator.”

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A faint shout drifted through the open hatchway.

Jamie jumped up. “That’s Ensign Matthews. It’s time to go.” She stuck her

head out the doorway and yelled, “We’re coming!”

“Really?” Clark took a deep breath and brought his finger down on the

emergency button.

The hatch slammed shut, and Jamie fell backward.

A claxon blared. “Warning! Warning! Emergency ignition now in progress.

Launch is imminent. Clear hangar deck for zero atmosphere.”

Jamie watched in horror as technicians scattered for the airlocks. “Stop it,

Clark! Stop it right now!”

Clark shoved her away. “Sit down, kid. We’re going for a ride.”

The great bay doors began to crack open. Ronda shrieked. The alarms blared.

“Here we go,” Clark hollered.

“We’re in warp space,” Jamie protested. “You can’t launch a shuttle in warp

space.”

“I’ve been reading about how the safety overrides work on a starship. The

Enterprise should be dropping to sub-light right about . . . now.”

A huge shudder shook the entire

ship, throwing the kids from their seats

and onto the floor. The Enterprise had

been yanked from hyperspace with a

wrenching screech that threatened to

tear the bulkheads apart.

“Everybody on the bridge will be

going crazy. They’ll never notice our little

ride. They won’t have time to override the hangar door controls.” Clark pushed the

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launch button.

The Columbus streaked out of the hanger deck and into space.

Jamie fell into her seat in a trembling heap, horrified. There was no excuse for

what had happened. She’d been tricked, and she was in this now as much as the

others. Perhaps even more so, for she’d talked the ensign into allowing them to

pass into a restricted area.

She cringed. Stupid! Now I’m a shuttlecraft thief!

Jamie peered at Jack, who was sitting in the seat beside her, eyes wide. “My

dad’s gonna kill us.”

“What?” Kirk yelled as the Enterprise shuddered and came to a complete halt.

“I said the hanger doors are opening, and an unauthorized shuttlecraft is

launching. It’s the Columbus.” Uhura punched a few buttons, and the view screen

lit up. The Columbus was dead center, speeding away as they watched.

The captain stared at the screen. “What in blue blazes is going on?”

Scotty’s voice blared over the intercom. “Captain, what’re doin’ to m’poor

bairns? They’re rippin’ themselves apart tryin’ t’make the transition t’sub-light.”

“I’m not doing anything, Scotty! There’s been an unauthorized shuttle launch,

and the safety overrides cut in. Do what you can with the damage parties. Kirk

out.”

“Captain, the ambassadors and other guests want to know what’s going on,”

Uhura reported. “They’re jamming all the channels.”

“Tell them anything you like, but clear that board and open a channel to the

Columbus.” There was murder in the captain’s eyes. “I want to know who stole my

shuttlecraft.”

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his is Captain James Kirk. You will return the shuttlecraft Columbus to the

Enterprise immediately, or I will be forced to take action against you.

Acknowledge, Columbus.”

Jamie shrank lower into her seat. Her father sounded furious. “Answer him,

Clark,” she ordered in a tight voice.

Clark snorted. “I don’t know why I should. I’m not finished with my tour.

Besides, what can he do to us? Take action against us? I’d like to see him try.”

“He could fire on us,” Jamie said. “Chekov’s good enough to pinpoint our

engines and poof! We’d be dead in space. Or, he could—”

“Shut up!” Clark pulled the shuttle into a wide, sweeping turn. “Next on our

tour, ladies and gentlemen. A starship. I want you to note the warp nacelles and

sensor disk especially. They have been designed to—”

“Stow it, Clark.” Jack approached him. “Just do what Captain Kirk said and

take us back.”

“Please,” Jamie begged. “We’re in so much trouble.”

Clark laughed. “Nobody does anything to a Federation high commissioner’s

kid.”

“That’s what you think.” Jamie blinked back tears. “We just stole a shuttlecraft

and put the Enterprise in danger. We’re all going to find ourselves in the brig. You

just wait and see.”

“He’ll have to catch us first. I’ll return when I’m good and ready.” Clark

reached out and made another course adjustment.

Jamie clasped her shaking hands together and waited.

“Can’t you do anything, Jamie?” Jack asked her.

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“Don’t worry, Jack. My dad is really good at this sort of thing. The Columbus

won’t stay stolen for long.”

“Oh, sure,” Clark mocked. “You know everything.”

Jamie didn’t know everything, but she knew what was coming.

A sudden lurch sent everyone to the floor. They looked at their pilot.

“What was that, Clark?” Denn demanded.

Clark tried to adjust his controls. “I don’t know. I didn’t do anything.”

“We’re going to crash!” Ronda shrieked.

Indeed, it looked as if the shuttlecraft was headed straight for the massive

starship.

Clark, face pale, rounded on Jamie. “What’s going on?”

Jamie swallowed. “It’s a tractor beam. They’re pulling us back.”

The tractor beam set the Columbus onto

the hangar deck as gently as a newborn baby.

The deck pressurized, and a long line of red-

shirted security guards lined up in front of

the hatch, phasers drawn.

Kirk had heard a brief, stuttered report

from Matthews, so he had a pretty good idea

who was aboard. He intended to give those

troublemakers a lesson they’d never forget.

His stomach churned at the thought of

what could have happened. By the grace of

God, no one had been caught when the hangar deck depressurized. A few scrapes

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and bruises, a couple of frightening moments when crewmen scrambled for safety,

but all in all, they’d managed to avoid a catastrophe.

If I don’t count Scotty’s nerves, Kirk amended. The Enterprise’s chief engineer

was fit to be tied over the damage that had been inflicted on his precious ship.

Inside the Columbus the intercom crackled. “Unlock the door and come out.”

Kirk paused. “Now.”

Clark peered through the viewport and turned pale. “Uh-oh.” He backed away

from the hatch.

All eyes turned toward Jamie.

“He’s your father.” Ronda gave her shove that sent her sprawling. “You go

first.”

“Aw, leave her alone,” Jack said. But he didn’t move from his seat.

“Go out and explain things,” Ronda pleaded.

“Explain things? Explain what?” Jamie snapped.

She wanted to shriek. Explain that I was so scared of being kicked off the

Enterprise that I did whatever Clark told me to?

But they couldn’t stay in the shuttlecraft forever. And Jamie knew it would be

the ultimate humility if the guards had to drag her out, screaming and kicking.

Be brave! she told herself. Then she took a deep breath and rose to her feet.

“All right. I’ll go.” With her heart in her throat, she pushed the button to open the

hatch.

Jack jumped up. “Wait. I’ll go with you.”

Together, they stepped through the hatch, down the steps, and onto the

hangar deck.

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Nobody else followed. Cowards!

Jamie walked the length of the red-shirted security guards, looked up into her

father’s furious face, and waited.

“Where are the others?”

Jamie pointed to the shuttle. “They’re afraid to come out.”

“They should be,” Kirk muttered. He nodded to his men. “Go drag the rest of

them out.”

A few minutes later, the entire group stood in a straight line. Ronda Fortran

was sobbing. The two Thomas boys looked pale and uncertain. Clark opened his

mouth as if to say something, but the look on Kirk’s face silenced him

immediately. He stared at the domed ceiling instead.

Kirk turned to his security chief. “Commander Stoddard, were you not ordered

to post guards at all sensitive areas of the ship?”

Mark Stoddard came stiffly to attention. “I posted a guard at the hangar deck

per your orders, sir. As far as I know, the orders are still in effect.” He turned to his

men. “Whose watch is this?”

Ensign Matthews stepped forward. “Mine, sir.”

“Ensign Matthews.” Kirk turned toward the security guard before Stoddard

could reply. “You told me what happened. I didn’t have time to learn anything else.

Would you now care to explain how these five persons gained access to a restricted

area?”

The guard, red-faced, snapped to attention in front of his captain. “I gave

them access, sir.”

Jamie waited for the ensign to tell the whole story—in front of everybody—

about how she’d gotten them all past the guard.

But Matthews said nothing more.

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Poor Ensign Matthews! Jamie could not let him take the blame for this.

Shaking, she tugged on her father’s tunic. “It’s m-my fault,” she stammered. “I

asked Ensign Matthews to let us pass and —”

“Get back in line. Now.”

Jamie swallowed and stepped back in line.

Kirk turned back to the guard.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Matthews said.

“You’re sorry, sir?” Kirk stared at the man. “You let a nine-year-old talk you

into abandoning your post. The Enterprise is almost torn apart at the seams. And

you’re sorry, sir? You’re relieved, Mister Matthews. Report to your quarters to

await disciplinary action from your commanding officer. Dismissed!”

Ensign Matthews turned smartly and left the hangar deck.

Jamie cringed at the icy tone in her father’s voice. Never had he sounded so

angry. And it was all her fault. Her face grew hot with shame.

“I am calling a hearing, for the record, of the activities of the past hour,” Kirk

said in a tight voice. “Each offender will be brought to the briefing room, where he

or she will be questioned and then returned to the holding facilities until I make

my decision regarding the consequences of their actions.

“Until that time, you will be taken to the brig, where you will remain until

called for.” He motioned to a security guard. “Take them away and lock them up.”

He glared at Jamie. “All of them.”

Then he turned on his heel and stalked out of the hanger deck.

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I’m in the brig. That’s right. The B . . . R . . . I . . . G. It’s horrible,

especially with Ronda bawling her eyes out, and the boys silent and

sulky. As for me—I’m too scared to cry. I think I’d rather be back on

the Degreth, facing Commander Koloth’s agonizer, than face my

father. He is so angry! And why not? It’s partly my fault that the

Enterprise almost got wrecked. I haven’t seen him for almost a

week—haven’t talked to him at all—and now here I am, in the worst

trouble of my entire life.

hat is that thing?” Denn asked.

Jamie slammed the tri-corder shut. “None of your business.”

Ronda wiped her eyes. “This is all your fault, Jamie.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jack barked. He looked at Clark. “We know whose fault it is.”

“Yeah?” Clark stood and clenched his fists. “You keep your big mouth shut.”

“Knock it off in there,” a guard growled, “or I’ll put you in isolation.” He stood

at the shimmering force field with his arms folded across his chest. “You’ll get a

chance to talk as much as you like when the captain sends for you.”

“My father will never allow it,” Clark said. “Neither will Ambassador Tronius.”

Jack snorted his opinion of that and settled himself in a corner to wait.

Jamie wandered over and slid down the bulkhead beside him.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“No. How ’bout you?”

Jack shrugged. “Could be better. I guess we got ourselves into this mess. I feel

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pretty stupid.”

“I feel pretty scared.”

“He’s your father, Jamie. What’s he gonna do, send you out an airlock?” Jack

grinned and looked up their cellmates. “I think he’s going to keep us locked up in

here until we get to Delphi. We sure deserve it.”

“No way,” Denn burst out. “He can’t do that.”

“You just watch,” Jack muttered.

Kirk sat in gloomy silence. The doors to the briefing room slid open. Mr.

Spock entered, rounded the table, and took his seat next to his captain.

“I hate this stuff,” Kirk said.

“I also find it distasteful. Never before have I seen a group of undisciplined

young people as this. Will Ambassador Tronius be attending the inquiry sessions?”

“Probably. I can’t throw him out if the parents want him along.”

“It will make your job more difficult.”

“I know.” Kirk leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t

ready to start. He had a great many things on his mind.

Spock chose that moment to voice one of them. “What about Jamie, Captain?

Do you intend to include her in your disciplinary actions against the others?”

Kirk closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them, he saw his first officer

gazing at him intently. “She certainly appears to be in the thick of things.” He sat

up and clenched his fist. “She somehow managed to charm Ensign Matthews—a

Starfleet officer—into disobeying an order. I can’t believe she did that. I can’t

believe Matthews fell for it.”

“This will be a learning experience for the ensign,” Spock said. “And I do not

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believe Jamie took the others to the hangar deck willingly.”

Kirk frowned. “Why do you say that? Jamie has sense. She’s bright. You’ve said

yourself on more than one occasion. She knows better than to go anywhere near

those troublemakers. She should have just said no.”

He winced. “She had no problem saying no at dinner the other night.”

“This is not a matter of intelligent reasoning, Jim. This is a matter of

experience. Jamie is young, and in many respects extremely naïve and trusting.

Our guests are disreputable. I believe they put pressure on her to take them.” He

paused. “You should take this into account during the proceedings.”

Kirk cocked his head at his first officer. “Oh?”

“As Dr. McCoy would say, go easy on her, Jim.”

Kirk’s look turned thoughtful. “Noted.” Then, “This is the second time you’ve

jumped to her rescue, Spock. The other evening on the bridge—”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “I was defusing a potentially damaging situation.”

“I know. And thanks.”

“As I reminded Jamie, thanks are not necessary. It was the only logical course

of action.”

Kirk nodded and cracked a smile. Then he reached out and punched the

intercom button. “Bring in the first offender.”

It was more difficult than either Kirk or Spock anticipated. Ambassador

Tronius made his unwelcome presence known by interjecting his threats whenever

possible.

Kirk did his best to ignore him. He stayed firm, despite the commissioner’s

stubborn refusal to admit his boys might have erred in judgment. The man

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appeared totally blind to his sons’ faults.

Kirk was astounded at this blatant disregard of the evidence. And because

their father so staunchly supported them, Clark and Denn refused to admit any

guilt.

The final straw came when Commissioner Thomas suggested the fault lay with

the security guard. “Your officer showed an appalling lack of judgment by allowing

the kids entrance in the first place.”

True, Matthews held the majority of blame, and he would feel the sting of his

foolish actions over the next few weeks. Commander Stoddard would see to that.

Better yet, what had happened would spread like wildfire through the starship’s

efficient gossip lines.

The Enterprise’s young mascot would quickly lose her ability to sweettalk

another crewmember into doing anything. He smiled inwardly. Good.

However, those troublemaking teens had nearly damaged his ship beyond

repair! Had they no brains at all? Any other group would have seen the shuttles,

seen the hanger deck, and left, no one the wiser.

Kirk was still breathing fire when Jack Brainard was brought in, accompanied

by his father, who looked angry. Kirk prepared himself for another onslaught from

an outraged parent.

Surprisingly, Dr. Brainard spoke first, and Kirk’s mouth dropped open at his

words. “I salute you, Captain Kirk, for your handling of this affair. Jack deserves

whatever he gets in this matter, and I hope he gets it good.”

“He’s here so we can determine what precipitated the situation in the first

place,” Kirk said. “I noticed you looked angry when you first entered.”

“You’re darn tootin’, Captain. I’m outraged at Jack’s behavior. He knows

better. ‘Bad company corrupts good morals.’ It was true when it was written, and

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it’s true today. Jack had no business hanging around those troublemakers. He got

himself into this mess, and he’ll take whatever consequences you throw at him.”

“I see,” Kirk eyed Jack. The boy looked more than repentant already.

“And don’t let up on those others, Captain. I’ve dealt with Tronius and his

band on various occasions. I’ll back you all the way to Starfleet if I have to.” Reece

smiled. “My word does count for something in the right circles.”

“Thank you, Doctor Brainard. I appreciate your support.”

Reece gave the captain a sincere smile, which went a long way in untangling

the knot that had formed in Kirk’s stomach during the last three inquiries.

The captain turned to Jack and questioned him. Jack looked afraid, and rightly

so, but he answered the questions with what seemed to Kirk the first honest

answers he had received so far. It was a breath of fresh air to have a silent parent

for a change, and the whole thing took less than five minutes.

“Thank you for your openness, Jack,” Kirk said.

“Will I end up at a rehab facility for breaking those laws you were talking

about?”

Kirk shook his head. “My goal is to prevent any further disasters before we

reach Delphi.” He stood up and shook Reese Brainard’s hand. “I’ll let you know

tomorrow morning what this will mean for you and your son.”

“Whatever you decide, Captain.”

“Please don’t be too hard on Jamie, Captain,” Jack said suddenly. “I don’t know

how they did it, but I’m sure they set her up. She’s really scared about this inquiry.”

Kirk nodded. “She should be scared.”

Jack’s face fell.

“Jack, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Dr. Brainard said. “If you saw

something strange going on, why didn’t you get yourself and Jamie out of there?

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I’ve told you more than once to have nothing to do with them.”

“She said she was going, and she wanted me to come along.”

“Why didn’t you just pick her up and carry her away from—” He waved his

words away. “I’m sorry. Hindsight is always twenty/twenty, isn’t it?” He smiled

sheepishly then turned to his son. “Come on, Jack.”

“Jack,” Kirk said in farewell, “I’m glad Jamie’s got such a staunch defender.”

Jamie swallowed, took a deep breath, and entered the briefing room. After a

week of not having any one-on-one time with her father, she was finally going to

get the chance. But it wasn’t quite the way she had imagined it. Mr. Spock was

sitting beside him.

It’s not one-on-one when there are three people, especially if one of them is a

Vulcan.

Jamie’s fear rose another notch at the look on her father’s face. She may be the

captain’s daughter, but woe to anyone who might be responsible for damaging the

Enterprise. She didn’t know what he would do to her for that.

“Cadet Kirk.”

Jamie stiffened to attention. “Captain.”

Kirk folded his hands and rested them on the table. “Jack Brainard, the self-

appointed defender of the helpless, insists you are an innocent party to this

disaster. Is that true?”

“If he means I didn’t know Clark was going to steal the Columbus, it’s true.”

“But Clark could not have stolen a shuttlecraft without going onto the hangar

deck to do it. Isn’t that right?”

Jamie nodded miserably. She knew what she was guilty of.

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Kirk let out a deep breath. “I hardly know what to say, Jamie. To think that

you would put the Enterprise in danger with no thought to your crewmates . . .”

Jamie’s throat was too tight too speak. Her stomach churned. She hadn’t

meant to put anyone in danger.

“If you have an explanation, I’ll listen.”

Jamie felt herself pale. The one thing she couldn’t do was explain why she’d

taken Clark and the others to the hangar deck. Oh, she wanted to, more than

anything.

It would feel so good to tell Daddy about how they were forcing her to do

things she didn’t want to do. But she couldn’t. The image of the communiqué to

Starfleet flashed through her head.

Jamie’s heart started beating faster at the fix she was in. If she didn’t talk to

her father, she’d be in trouble. If she did explain things to him, she’d be in trouble

with the commissioner’s snotty son. She flicked a glance at Mr. Spock, who was

watching her closely.

“Jamie?”

She pulled her gaze back to her father.

“I’m waiting.”

Jamie swallowed. I can’t. “No explanation, sir.”

Kirk sighed. “All right, then. I’ll get right to it. What is your number one duty

aboard the Enterprise?”

“To obey orders,” she recited.

“Did you obey orders when you took our guests into a restricted area?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you interfere with one of my crewmen in the carrying out of his orders?”

“I—” She couldn’t go on.

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“Answer the question.”

Jamie felt the tears ready to spill. She couldn’t cry! Not in front of Mr. Spock.

She blinked and whispered, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” She stared at the floor in

shame.

“Why, Jamie?” Kirk asked softly. “Why did you do it? It makes no sense.”

The unexpected gentleness of the question took Jamie by surprise. She raised

her head. The anger in her father’s face had been replaced by a sincere desire to

know what was going on.

He crooked a finger at her, beckoning her forward. “There’s something going

on that you’re not telling me. “You didn’t want to take those kids to the hangar

deck, did you?”

Jamie shook her head, blinking furiously.

“Yet you disobeyed orders, got Matthews into trouble, were party to the

stealing of a shuttlecraft, and thus a party to the damage to the Enterprise, and you

can’t tell me why?”

Jamie glanced at Mr. Spock.

“I have an errand on the bridge, Captain,” Spock said. “If you will excuse me?”

He rose and left the room.

At Mr. Spock’s departure, Jamie dissolved into tears.

Kirk rose from his chair and drew Jamie around the table and onto his lap. For

a few minutes, he just hugged her and let her cry.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jamie whispered between sobs. “Please don’t

make me leave the Enterprise. Please don’t let Commissioner Thomas send his

communiqué.”

“What are you talking about?” Kirk pushed the unruly mass of golden waves

away from her forehead and lifted her chin. “What communiqué?”

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Jamie couldn’t keep it all inside for one minute more. In halting words, she

poured out the story of the past few days. She told her father what Clark had

shown her—the communiqué to Starfleet. She told him about his threats and how

he forced her to take him and his friends to the shuttle bay.

“I didn’t want to,” she sobbed. “I wanted to run away. But I couldn’t. He said

his father could make me leave Enterprise. I was so scared. I don’t want to leave.”

Kirk wrapped his arms around Jamie and pulled her close. “You should have

told me right away.”

“I’ve been trying to talk to you, but you’re always busy,” Jamie said. “I can’t go

to the bridge, and you never eat supper with me anymore or say good-night, or—”

She started crying again. “I was scared.”

“I’m so sorry,” Kirk said. “I should have worked harder to get away from my

duties. I had no idea those kids were scaring you like that. But don’t be afraid.

Clark Thomas is nothing more than a bully. You don’t have to do anything he says.

Like you pointed out a week ago—he’s not the captain of this ship. I am. Neither

Clark nor his father has the authority to make you leave. I promise they don’t. I

want you to stop worrying about Clark Thomas and his threats, okay?”

Jamie wanted to believe him, but Clark had sounded so sure.

“Jamie?”

She looked up.

“No more worrying about silly things like leaving the Enterprise.”

Jamie nodded. “But—”

“No buts, Jamie. You’re staying aboard. I promise. And I intend to make sure

Clark and his friends stay away from you. For good.”

“How?”

“You’ll see in the morning.” Kirk smiled. “I have a little surprise in store for

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them. They won’t be bothering you again. And the next time you feel afraid, you

have permission to come right up to the bridge. Okay?”

Jamie rubbed the tears from her eyes. “Yes, sir.” Then she closed her eyes.

“Please let me stay with you for a while.”

“We’ll stay here as long as you like.”

Jamie let out a long, happy sigh and snuggled close.

James Kirk could scarcely believe the story those teenagers had fed his little

girl. This abuse crossed every line of decency he could think of. The father in him

wanted to storm into the VIP quarters and demand Commissioner Thomas face

the facts about his two juvenile delinquents.

However, the starship captain inside knew it would accomplish nothing. It

would only alienate the man further, irritate the ambassadors, and complicate

what remained of this ill-begotten journey to Delphi. The Enterprise’s unwelcome

guests clearly refused to consider anything malicious about their children.

He sat quietly, grateful for the only few minutes of silence he’d had in well

over a week. He held Jamie against his chest and wondered how long he could stay

hidden in the briefing room before the intercom whistled its shrill call.

Another ten minutes?

When twenty minutes had passed, Kirk realized his first officer must be taking

care of ship’s business. One cool, emotionless look from the Vulcan, and even

Ambassador Tronius would think twice about disturbing the captain.

He smiled. Mr. Spock could be a powerful ally.

Jamie’s breathing grew soft and regular. Surprised, he looked down. She was

asleep. He glanced at the chronometer. Another ten minutes had passed. It was

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getting late. The afternoon had flown by.

Kirk sighed. He could hardly put Jamie back in the brig. After hearing her

story, he knew she’d truly had no choice. She had been the victim of the cruelest

form of blackmail, and it explained so many things.

But what could he do? If he kept his daughter out of the brig, he would never

hear the end of it. After pondering a few more minutes, he came to a decision. He

reached out and punched the intercom. “Security. This is the captain.”

“Lieutenant Rosen here, sir.”

“I’d like our guests to have their own rooms down there tonight. Understood?”

“Isolation, sir?”

“Exactly.”

“Aye, sir. I’ll see to it right away.”

“Excellent. Kirk out.” He gave Jamie a gentle shake. “Wake up, Cadet.”

Her eyes flew open.

“It’s nearly suppertime. What would you say if you and I had dinner together

tonight?”

Jamie nodded sleepily. “That would be great. The galley or the officers’ mess?”

“Neither. The brig.”

“The brig?” Jamie caught her breath. “I don’t want to go back to the brig.”

“I know. But I won’t leave you there alone.” He hugged her. “I’m sorry, but I

don’t have much choice about the brig. After all, you did disobey orders. Everybody

connected with that affair is due for a night in detention.”

He smiled. “But I don’t think there’s a quieter spot on the entire ship where

we could spend the evening together and make up for that lost shore leave on

Starbase 23. I’ll have Mr. Spock see to any ship duties, and I’ll have the

quartermaster put another cot in your cell, along with your choice of games. What

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do you think about that?”

Jamie threw her arms around her father and hugged him tight. “I think that

would be just fine.” She giggled. “And don’t forget to bring me K-7.”

“Oh, right. The tribble.” Kirk made a face. A tribble. Wonderful. What a fun

night this will be.

He remembered how much he hated tribbles when, around midnight, the

furry ball of fluff settled down near his neck and trilled in his ear for the rest of the

night.

Chapter 13


The last couple of weeks haven’t been too bad. I spend every day

down in the xeno-labs with Dr. McCoy and Jack. It’s not my first

choice, but it’s better than what happened to the Slimes, as Jack

likes to call the two Thomas boys and that snippety Ronda Fortran.

After spending the night in the brig, all of us got called into the

briefing room to find out what would happen to us for stealing the

Columbus. I got assigned tons of schoolwork and can’t go

anywhere without Dr. McCoy. He volunteered to watch me, since

Daddy doesn’t have time. Jack got banned to the xeno-labs, and his

dad has to watch him. And the Slimes? I know it’s not funny, but

they each ended up with their own personal security guard. No fun

for the guards, I bet. But at least the Slimes are behaving—for now.

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When the captain announced his decision, I thought Ambassador

Tronius was going to explode. Commissioner Thomas said some

nasty things about the security aboard the Enterprise, and that it

really wasn’t Clark’s and Denn’s faults. It was Ensign Matthews’s

fault for letting us onto the hangar deck. I suppose that’s true, but

Daddy didn’t look too happy to be yelled at by those two. He looked

like he wanted to toss the commissioner into the brig, and I say

good idea.

amie closed the tricorder and leaned back against the headboard of her bed.

Although staying in the xeno-labs was better than being confined to quarters,

she felt the pinch of restriction. No longer did she have the run of the ship.

If she wanted to go to the Rec hall, she had to wait until the doctor went,

which wasn’t often these days. He was perfectly content hanging out in the labs.

She hadn’t seen the bridge for two weeks.

In fact, she decided sourly, I haven’t seen much of anything for two weeks.

Jamie sighed. The worst thing about being on restriction was the little or no

time she spent with her father. He had tried to make it up to her, but most of his

time was still spent trying to juggle the responsibilities of running his ship with

catering to the ambassador’s party.

Jamie tried to be patient, but it got easier and easier to leave his daughter

under his chief surgeon’s care. Jamie loved Dr. McCoy, but she missed her father

more and more every day.

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One more week! Kirk couldn’t help but crack a small smile. He was counting

the days until he dumped his passengers off on Delphi and warped out of orbit.

“Captain,” Uhura announced

from her station.

Kirk twisted around in his chair.

“Yes?”

“Message coming in from Admiral

Komack. It’s a recorded message. No

reply expected.” She pushed a button

with one long, dark finger, and the

voice of the admiral came over the speaker:

TO: KIRK, CAPTAIN JAMES T.

COMMANDING NCC 1701 USS ENTERPRISE.

AFTER DELIVERING THE DIPLOMATIC AND SCIENCE TEAMS TO PLANET DELPHI

II, YOU WILL REMAIN IN ORBIT UNTIL THE ARRIVAL OF SCIENCE VESSEL

GRISSOM, DUE TO ARRIVE STARDATE 2267.48 OR LATER. GRISSOM CARRIES

ADDITIONAL STATE-OF-THE-ART LABORATORY EQUIPMENT FOR USE BY R.

BRAINARD’S TEAM. UNTIL THEN, ENTERPRISE’S LAB FACILITIES WILL BE AT THE

DISPOSAL OF THE TEAM. IT WOULD EXPEDITE MATTERS IF TOXIN COULD BE

ISOLATED BEFORE GRISSOM’S ARRIVAL. COOPERATE IN ALL MATTERS RELATING

TO THE MISSION.

ADMIRAL BRETT KOMACK

STARFLEET COMMAND

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“Well, that’s just great,” Kirk said with a scowl. “Why didn’t Starfleet transport

the entire team aboard Grissom to begin with? It would have saved us all a

headache.”

“I think you know why.” McCoy leaned over his captain’s chair. “Komack knew

exactly what he was doing. A science-vessel commander is no match for Tronius

and his band. That sly admiral wanted you to transport the teams because he knew

they’d make it to Delphi in one piece, and on time.”

Kirk whirled to face his friend. “We almost didn’t make it, remember?”

“Ah, but to an admiral ‘almost’ doesn’t count.”

Kirk frowned. “What are you doing up here, Bones? And where’s your charge?”

“I left her with Reese and Jack and eight pages of schoolwork. They’re all

getting along famously. Jamie’s almost forgotten she has a father. I think Reese

would like to adopt her.”

“Your point?”

McCoy stood up. “You need to take a couple of days off and go to the gym.

Relax, read, work out. Play with your kid. Do something besides standing your

watch sixteen hours a day.” He consulted his chronometer. “It’s way past your

shift. Where’s your relief?”

“I sent him for coffee. I’m not going anywhere until those people are off my

ship. The minute my back is turned, a problem comes up. It’s only a few more

days.”

“Maybe,” McCoy conceded. “But just because they’re down on the planet

doesn’t mean they’re out of communications range. Mark my words, Jim. Until the

Enterprise warps out of orbit, we’ll be at their beck and call. You can’t stand your

watch around the clock.”

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“When they’re off my ship, then I can relax. Until then, I stay here.”

“Suit yourself. But you’re dangerously close to becoming an entry in my

medical log.”

“I read you, Doctor. Now, get off my bridge and tend to your own business.”

“You are my business, Jim. Just remember that.”

“Have you heard the news, Jamie?” Jack burst into the lab a few days later. A

grin nearly split his face. “We’re here! We’re orbiting Delphi. Now, we can finally

get to work.” Without waiting for a reply, he crossed to a small view screen and

flipped it on.

Delphi II hovered in the center of

the screen, a greenish-blue orb of

lushness. It looked like a warm world,

shrouded in white, puffy clouds.

Patches of land and a few bright blue

seas peeked through the cloud layer.

It looked good. It looked inviting. It

looked like a perfect addition to the

collection of planets known as the

Federation of Planets.

Jamie reached out and spread her hand over the image. “Do you suppose we’ll

get to beam down?”

“Of course. How else will we get to see the Scallas?” Jack smiled wider. “I wish

we could have been ‘flies on the wall’ during the briefing this morning. My dad

told me all about it, but I still can’t believe it. Ambassador Tronius greeted the

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Delphians all sweetly and set out to charm them. It’s like the old sourpuss turned

into Mr. Nice Guy in two seconds.”

Jack laughed. “The Delphians were impressed, or at least that’s what my dad

said. They’ve made arrangements with some tribal people who live out in the

desert regions to help us gather up as many Scallas as we want.”

Jamie made a face.

Jack grinned. “I can’t wait to see a real, live Scalla.”

“I can wait,” Jamie said. “They sound terrible.”

“Nonsense. They hold the cure to expi. As ugly and nasty as the bugs are, you

gotta love ’em for what they might help us accomplish.”

“Oh, no, I don’t,” Jamie insisted.

During the past few weeks, she’d heard more than enough about Jack’s new

favorite creature. The closer the ship got to Delphi, the more detailed Jamie’s

mental of the scorpion-like dragonfly grew.

Longer than a grown man’s hand, with an elongated

black body, the Scalla sported a double pair of whirling,

transparent wings, two big claws to grab its prey, and a

curled tail that carried a deadly sting and enough venom,

Jack hoped, to prove a cure for the deadly epidemic.

“Do people really die if they get stung by a Scalla?”

Jamie turned away from the view screen and hiked herself up on a lab stool.

Picking up a stylus, she tapped the answers to a few math problems on her small

pad, then let it fall to the table. She didn’t feel like doing any schoolwork. The

thought of Scallas made her sick.

Jack took a seat beside her. “If they get you to a life center in time and hook

you up to support, you live. Maybe.”

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His voice dropped to a whisper. “Isn’t it amazing? The same poison that kills

you one way might be a cure another way. And those Delphians! They think we’re

crazy, offering to buy their most dreaded insect. But they’ll take the money, I bet,

and hope we don’t kill ourselves in the process of milking out the venom.”

Jamie didn’t smile at her friend’s attempt to joke about the Scallas. She didn’t

like the idea of those bugs beaming up to the ship, no matter how confined Jack

said they’d be in their small, transparent cubes.

She agreed with the captain. It was best to drop the passengers off and warp

out of orbit—as quick as they could.

Chapter 14

hen can we expect Grissom to arrive and relieve us, Admiral?” Kirk

asked wearily. He was tired of playing nursemaid to Ambassador

Tronius and his diplomatic team, catering to their exhaustive list of

demands, and being on call twenty-four hours a day. The extra week in orbit

around Delphi II should have been enjoyable, a time for a cautious shore leave, or

at least some downtime aboard ship.

But it had not materialized. McCoy’s gloomy prediction of having to dance

attendance on their former passengers had proven true.

Admiral Komack smiled grimly from the monitor in Kirk’s office. “She’s

scheduled to enter the Delphian system in the next three or four days. Try to be

patient a little longer, Captain. I know it’s been a distasteful assignment for you. I

apologize for pulling you from your R&R on Starbase 23, but I’m sure it’s become

apparent why Starfleet chose you and your crew.”

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Kirk let out a breath. “I appreciate that, sir, but I’m afraid the ambassadors

and Commissioner Thomas do not share your confidence in me or my crew. Their

reports will be interesting reading, as you will soon discover.”

“Captain Kirk, you are the first commander who has managed to reach the

ambassador’s destination on time and in one piece.”

He laughed at Kirk’s expression. “I’m serious. The diplomatic vessels usually

used for such missions are wholly inadequate. We knew for such an important

venture we had to have a starship. Although Ty Rivers was patrolling this sector, I

couldn’t ask him. He’d had a run-in with Tronius a year ago. But I knew the

ambassador wouldn’t intimidate you, Jim, and I was right. Well done.”

“I’ll pass the commendation on to my crew,” Kirk replied.

“Hang in there for a couple more days, and you’ll be relieved.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Admiral. Enterprise out.” Kirk flipped off the

communications switch in his office and let out a relieved breath.

The last week had been a whirlwind of activity both aboard ship and on the

surface of Delphi. The ambassador, in his usual direct manner, insisted that every

interested Delphian from the government be allowed the privilege of touring the

Enterprise.

The scientists too were constantly beaming back and forth, totally absorbed

with the toxin studies of the Scalla insect, which had been gathered in great

quantities. The Delphians were pleased to collect them, and the Reece Brainard’s

team went through them rather quickly.

It took large amounts of Scallas to obtain enough toxin to experiment with,

but the desert wanderers of Delphi showed themselves to be expert Scalla hunters.

The Scallas were gathered and stored in the small collection containers provided

by the Federation, then kept together in a secure facility until the Enterprise labs

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called for them. The Scallas were then transported up to the ship with a minimum

of trouble, squeezed of their venom, and destroyed.

Kirk had heard early reports that Dr. Brainard was cautiously optimistic about

the results of some of the tests with the Scalla toxin. However, the small supply of

expicoccus bacteria aboard ship was running low. The scientist was impatient for

the arrival of Grissom. The science vessel carried a considerable supply of the

bacteria for research purposes, along with a number of sick expi patients.

The intercom broke rudely into the captain’s thoughts. “Kirk here.”

“A communication from Delphi, sir.” Uhura did not look happy.

“Who is it?”

“Who else?”

Kirk grimaced. “Pipe it down here, Lieutenant.”

The unwelcome faces of Ambassador Tronius and Commissioner Thomas

filled the tiny screen.

Commissioner Thomas got right to the point. “Is it true the science team

needs people to help with this fascinating study of the insect?”

Kirk hesitated. “You’d have to check with Dr. Brainard about that, sir.”

“I’ve got three more volunteers for him.”

The captain’s stomach lurched.

“Clark and Denn are anxious to be a part of the bug research,” Thomas

continued. “They saw a model of the Scalla and have been on me ever since to help

out. They’re driving my wife to distraction, wanting to be in the thick of things.

And you know my boys, Kirk. They generally get what they want.”

Kirk said nothing. His stomach continued to churn.

“They want to see one of those Scallas up close.” Thomas cracked a rare smile.

“So, what do you say? You’ll give the word to ol’ Doc Brainard about my boys

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helping, won’t you?”

“Commissioner, these are dangerous creatures. I think you’re wiser to—”

“I want my boys and the Fortran girl to be part of this. It’ll be an education.

When can you make arrangements to beam them aboard?”

Kirk decided he’d be court martialed before he allowed those troublemakers

back on his ship and anywhere near the Scallas. “I’m sorry, sir, but that will be

impossible.”

Tronius thrust his face in front of the commissioner’s. “Are you denying these

young people access to your ship?”

“I am.”

Tronius’s face turned red. “You are most uncooperative, Kirk. You leave me no

choice but to file another report with your superiors.”

“File away, Ambassador,” Kirk snapped.

“The young people will be involved.” Thomas insisted. “I will make

arrangements with the Delphian Science Commission at the ground site.”

“That is your privilege,” Kirk said. “But I warn you. This is not a school field

trip. Extreme caution is—”

The transmission was cut off.

Kirk hoped and prayed those three young snots would for once use the brains

God gave them and stay out of everyone’s way. There was one consolation,

however. If and when disaster struck, at least the Enterprise would be spared.

“I think this is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.” Jamie put both hands

up to her face and peeked between her fingers to watch Jack milk the Scalla of its

venom.

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The long, thick tail of the creature plunged through the rubberized cover and

into a glass container. It released a few drops of yellow fluid with each attack. The

insect was securely held in the robot fingers that had brought it from the storage

room into the lab.

As soon as the venom was emptied from the Scalla, the robot fingers crushed

the insect and disposed of it then returned to the sealed room to collect another.

This way, no human came in contact with the live creatures at any time. This was

also the only reason Jack was allowed to assist in the procedure, and why Jamie

could watch.

Jack touched the controls, guiding a delicate electrode behind the transparent

aluminum window. The Scalla went berserk and tried to sting. Jack smiled as he

watched the fluid slowly fill the beaker.

“You’re crazy,” Jamie told her friend.

Jack laughed and held out the controller. “You want to milk it?”

Jamie looked around at the five other lab techs busily repeating the process

she’d just watched. “No thanks. I’ll just watch. And I’m not going to watch much

longer. It’s making me sick.”

A friendly laugh brought Jack and Jamie around. Dr. McCoy and Dr. Brainard

stood off to the side, watching the exchange.

“My sentiments exactly, Jamie,” Reese Brainard agreed. “But you have to admit

that if the venom is the cure for expi, it’s worth putting up with the creatures.”

“Maybe.”

“You have no idea how important that ugly creature is,” McCoy said. “You’ve

never had expi nor seen anyone with it. I’d be willing to take a chance on milking

the Scalla by hand to get results. In fact, I’d take the risk of getting stung to further

this research.”

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“I wouldn’t.”

McCoy ruffled her hair. “That’s because you’re a little girl and not a doctor.”

“We’re here to tell you the collection center has another shipment ready,”

Reece said. “McCoy and I are beaming down. Would you two like to come along?”

“That would be great!” Jack turned off the robot arm. “How about you, Jamie?”

“Are you sure the Scallas are in their little cubes?”

“Positive.” McCoy grinned at her concern.

“Well, all right. I’d like to see the planet.”

“Great! Let’s go!” Jack shouted.

Chapter 15

amie blinked as the bright, hot sun of Delphi struck her in the eyes. The air was

stifling, the sky a dark blue in color. High, rugged basalt cliffs dominated the

landscape to the north and south, evidence of a violent past.

A few small, stagnant lakes struggled to maintain their moisture in the

canyons between the cliffs. The trees along the lakes’ shores were dark brown,

almost black; the leaves gray and plentiful. The rest of the landscape was dotted

with silver-green sagebrush.

Jamie glanced around for some shade. A colorful, fleeting shape circled her

head. She dodged it and fled for safety at Dr. McCoy’s side. “What’s that?”

The creature circled one more time and flew off across the canyon, headed for

the lake.

McCoy laughed. “Just the equivalent of a Terran dragonfly, Jamie.”

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“Not a Scalla?”

“I promise.”

Jack pointed toward the cliffs. “Take a look at those rock formations.”

Jamie shaded her eyes and followed Jack’s pointing hand. “It’s sure hot.”

“It’s been like this all week,” Reece said. “You get used to it.” He raised a hand.

“Hey, Jordan! Mitchell! Hello!”

They wandered over to a small collection station set up under a grove of sorry-

looking gray trees. It consisted of a grouping of tents and prefabricated domes,

crates and tables, and a wealth of communications and scientific equipment.

Two figures rose to greet Dr. Brainard and his party.

“Where is everybody?” Reese asked.

“The Delphians are out driving a group of Scallas this way. It’s a sight to

behold.”

“Any danger?” McCoy wanted to know.

“Not from where we’ll be.” He pointed to one of the tents.

“Where are the rest of our people?” Reece asked.

“With the Delphians.”

“What?”

“The Delphians assured them there’d be no danger. Not one Scalla has gotten

through them yet.”

“I don’t like the idea, Jordan. It’s too risky.”

“I guess you can tell ’em that when they return.”

“Hey, Dad, can I go with them next time?” Jack asked.

Reece fixed a firm look on his son and shook his head.

Jack sighed his disappointment.

“Where’s the newest shipment ready for transport?” McCoy asked.

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“In there.” Jordan pointed to a cubical building, also temporary.

“May I go check it out, Dad?” Jack asked.

“Any problem with that, Jordan?”

“No. It’s secure.”

“All right, Jack,” Reese agreed. “But I want you back here and inside the tent

when they return with the Scallas.”

“It’ll be about fifteen minutes,” Mitchell said.

“Great.” Jack turned to Jamie. “Coming, Jamie?”

Jamie shook her head. “I’ve already seen Scallas in transparent containers, up

on the ship. I’ll stay with Dr. McCoy.”

“There are a lot of interesting insects around here besides Scallas.” Reese

offered Jamie his hand. “Come with me, and I’ll show you the equivalent of a

Terran butterfly.”

Jamie smiled up at Reece and took his hand.

Jack threw open the door to the storage room and gasped.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Science himself.” The grating voice of Clark Thomas

startled Jack into slamming the door shut.

“What are you doing here?” Jack demanded. He glanced at the neatly stacked

rows of Scallas, each insect secured in one of the clear plastic cubes.

“Oh, don’t worry. We haven’t touched anything,” Denn said. “Yet.”

“Who let you in here?”

“The Delphian Science Commission,” Clark said. “Our father arranged it when

Captain Kirk wouldn’t let us aboard his precious ship to see the Scallas.” He

strolled over to a Scalla and knocked on its container. “What’s so scary about these

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bugs?”

“Leave them alone,” Jack ordered. “You’ll agitate them, and they’ll waste their

venom inside the containers. Then it’ll be contaminated.”

“My, don’t we know a lot.” Ronda joined her companions near the cubes.

Denn picked up a cube and held it close to his face. “This one sure looks mad.

Look at it buzz!”

The Scalla was flying madly around its cube, trying to sting the clear plastic

walls. Yellow venom flowed down the inside walls in a disgusting stream.

Jack felt helpless to stop the teenagers. “You’d better put that Scalla down,

Denn Thomas, and show a little respect. They are very dangerous creatures.”

“The Delphian Science Commission approved our visit,” Ronda said, flipping

her long hair behind her shoulder.

“We’re all leaving,” Jack said. “Right now.”

Clark laughed. “I don’t think so, Jackie-boy.”

Jack headed for the door. “I’m getting my father.”

“No, you’re not.” Clark flung out an arm to grab Jack. His hand swiped across

his brother and knocked the cube to the ground.

“Hey, watch it!” Denn yelped.

The cube landed on the floor with a loud clunk. The latch sprang open, and a

horrible, terrifying sound began to emanate from the container.

“Freeze!”

At the tone of Jack’s voice, the others instantly obeyed.

“Is it loose?” Ronda whispered. She no longer sounded like the snobbish

teenaged girl of two minutes ago.

All eyes focused on Jack, who stood with his back to the row of Scallas and his

face toward the door. On the floor in front of them, a Scalla emerged from its

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protective cube.

“Yes,” Jack whispered. “Don’t move a muscle. Don’t even blink. The smallest

motion will set the creature right at you, and it won’t miss.”

“For how long?”

“Until the Scalla calms down. Maybe five minutes, maybe ten. It’ll try to find a

cool spot—that dark corner over there, I’d say. When that happens, we might have

a chance to get out of here alive. Ronda, you’re closest to the door. When the

Scalla rests, you can probably sneak out and find someone to recapture it.”

He stopped talking. The insect began its methodical search for its attacker.

The troublemakers looked like frightened children. Sweat glistened on Clark’s

forehead. Jack hoped the boy had the sense to let it drip. Ronda’s eyes grew huge

as the Scalla came straight for her. It turned and missed her head by a centimeter.

Fear pulsed through Jack’s veins. His knowledge of the Scalla and its habits

made his terror worse than the others. He closed his eyes and held his breath as

the Scalla landed on his shoe and nosed around, looking for its prey to dart away

so it could pursue and destroy.

Two minutes ticked by.

Then a voice shattered the ominous silence. “Jack, the Delphians should be

here any time. You don’t want to miss it. Hurry up!”

No one dared raise a voice to answer.

“Jack!” Reese shouted toward the shed. “Come on, boy. Shake a leg!” He turned

to McCoy and Jamie. “He’s going to miss it. What could be so interesting in a

storage shed full of Scallas?”

“I’ll get him, Dr. Brainard.” Jamie set asidethe container she’d been examining.

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It held a beautiful, multicolored butterfly the size of her hand.

“Tell him to hurry.”

Jamie nodded and started for the shed at a jog.

“Jack!” She slammed through the door. “You’re going to miss it.”

A large, dark figure knocked Jamie to the ground. Oof!

“Be still,” Jack hissed.

No way! “Get off—”

Jack held her down tighter. “Don’t move!”

She pushed against Jack with all her might. He’d knocked the breath out of

her and slammed her to the ground. His heavy body was smashing her against the

dirty floor. “Let me up!”

“Shut up,” Jack said. “Trust me.”

“No! Let me—”

A sudden, agonizing pain like a red-hot poker stabbed Jamie the arm, just

above her elbow.

She screamed.

Chapter 16

ack heard Jamie’s terrified scream, but he kept his wits. Only quick action

would save his friend now. He reached for the Scalla on Jamie’s arm. He must

pull it off, no matter the risk to himself or the others.

Jack clenched his jaw and grasped the creature around the soft part of its body.

Then he yanked. The Scalla came away and went crazy. Venom sprayed in all

directions.

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Ignoring his retching, churning stomach, Jack gripped the Scalla and tore it in

half. Dark, thick blood oozed over his hands.

I’m going to be sick. He tossed aside both halves of the Scalla and collapsed to

the ground, where he quickly lost the contents of his stomach. He took a deep

breath, brushed a sleeve across his face, and turned to Jamie. She was curled up on

her side, howling in pain.

Jack stumbled over to his friend. “It’s okay, Jamie. I killed it.”

Jamie kept sobbing. “Was it a Scalla?”

“Yes,” Jack whispered in horror.

“It hurts. Make it stop, Jack. Please!”

Jack pulled Jamie close and tried to calm her, but it did no good. Her arm was

swelling up, and she was shaking. He couldn’t believe how fast the venom was

taking effect.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jack’s head snapped up. Denn was chewing on his lip.

“Don’t just stand there,” Jack ordered. “Go get help.”

Before the teenagers could move, the door crashed open. Reece and McCoy

hurried inside. “What’s going on here?” McCoy demanded.

“Jamie got stung.” Ronda pointed at the crumpled figures on the ground. Then

she dashed from the building, sobbing.

McCoy fell to the floor beside Jack and Jamie. His face was ashen.

“The Scalla got loose,” Jack said. “Jamie burst through the door, and the thing

went for her. I tried to stop it. I tried. But it was too late.”

McCoy tore the sleeve from Jamie’s tunic. He ran his portable scanner over the

ugly, red swelling on her arm.

Jamie pushed him away. “It burns, it burns,” she shrieked.

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McCoy picked Jamie up and rose to his feet. “I’m taking her back to the ship.”

A Delphian burst into the shed, surveyed the scene, and saw the dead Scalla.

He gasped. “You have fifteen minutes to get her to a life center. Maybe less. We’re

about that far from the city if you hurry.”

“I’m taking her to the Enterprise,” McCoy said.

The Delphian. “Do it quickly. After the shaking comes respiratory failure and

unconsciousness. Organs just start shutting down.”

As if on cue, Jamie began to gasp.

McCoy reached into his medical pouch. He pulled out a hypo-spray, injected it

into Jamie’s shoulder, then flipped open his communicator. “Enterprise, this is

McCoy. Medical emergency. I want a full life support team in the transporter room

when I beam up.”

“Acknowledged, Doctor,” Uhura replied.

Kirk’s voice cut in. “What’s going on, Bones?”

McCoy ignored him. He motioned to Dr. Brainard who joined him. “Three to

beam up at these coordinates—stat.” McCoy slammed the communicator shut as

the twinkling lights of the Enterprise’s transporter took them away.

A beehive of activity greeted McCoy and Reece Brainard as they materialized

aboard ship.

Kirk raced through the door. “You sounded near panic. What’s going—” He

broke off at the sight of Jamie, unconscious in the doctor’s arms. “Bones! What

happened?”

McCoy left the transporter platform and brushed by his captain. “You’re in my

way, Jim.” He laid Jamie on the patient cart and checked her vital signs again. They

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were diminishing. “Coridadone,” he barked at a med-tech. “Two cc’s.”

Kirk gasped. Coridadone was a powerful stimulate, a dangerous one.

“Don’t do this to me, Jamie,” McCoy pleaded over the gentle hiss of the hypo

spray. “Come on. Stay with me.”

The coridadone had its effect. Jamie opened her eyes. She looked confused.

Kirk grasped her hand and squeezed it. “I’m right here, honey.”

“Daddy?” Tears ran down her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get stung.

Please don’t be mad.” Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slipped into

unconsciousness.

Kirk glanced up into the ashen face of his friend. “Stung? You tell me what—”

“Not now, Jim.” McCoy ran his scanner over his patient again. “Another two

cc’s of tri-ox, nurse.” Then he nodded to the med-techs.

They rushed the life support cart with Jamie aboard out the door and down to

Sickbay.

At the doorway, McCoy paused. “Reece will fill you in.” He spread his hands in

helplessness. “I’m sorry, Jim. I’ll do what I can.” He hurried away.

Kirk turned to Dr. Brainard, who stood frozen on the transporter platform.

“Jamie was stung by a Scalla, Captain,” he explained. “I don’t know how it

happened, but I intend to find out.”

“A Scalla? No!”

“Don’t blame McCoy. I’m partly responsible. I never would have allowed her

to beam down if I thought there was any kind of danger.”

“Will she die?”

“I don’t know. You’d better get a Delphian expert up here to consult with

McCoy.”

The intercom whistled.

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Kirk slammed it impatiently. “Kirk here.”

“The minister of the Science and

Medical Commission has an urgent

message for you.”

“Pipe it down here.”

“Captain Kirk, you have beamed

someone aboard your ship with a Scalla

sting. He or she should be in intensive

care at our hospital, not in the Sickbay

of some spaceship. Our survival rate from Scalla toxin is ninety-five percent. Does

your doctor know how to care for a Scalla victim?”

“Dr. McCoy knows everything there is to know about this particular patient.

You are probably great with Delphians, but how many human Scalla victims have

you treated?”

There was a brief silence. “You have a point, Captain, but we recommend that

a specialist consult with your physician.”

“Thank you. Relay your coordinates to the Enterprise for immediate transport.

Kirk out.” He punched the intercom with a tight fist and nodded at Lt. Kyle. “Beam

Dr. Brainard down to Delphi.” He turned to Reese. “Find out what happened,

Doctor. I’ll follow you down in a few minutes.”

Reese nodded wordlessly as the transporter whisked him away.

Everything the captain planned to say to his chief medical officer stuck in his

throat when he entered Sickbay and saw McCoy hovering over Jamie. She lay pale

and silent on the diagnostic bed. A portable heart stimulator was positioned over

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her small chest. The reading from the overhead monitor bounced and beeped all

over the place. Just as McCoy stabilized one function, another alarm went off.

Kirk crossed the room and stood silently by his daughter’s side. Her arm was

swelled up to twice its size, the fiery red turning a dark purple as it traveled down

her arm toward her hand. Purple coloring crept up toward her neck as well. Her

chest went up and down in a regular pattern as the respirator breathed for her.

“Bones.”

McCoy looked up. “I didn’t hear you come in, Jim.” He shook his head. “I don’t

know what to do but try to stabilize each of her life signs as they shut down. I’ve

never seen anything like this.”

“You’re doing just as you should,” a new voice broke in.

Kirk and McCoy whirled. A Delphian, accompanied by a security guard, stood

in the doorway of Sickbay.

“This is Dr. Vengo, Captain,” the guard said. “He just beamed aboard.”

“Thank you, Richards.”

Richards nodded and left.

Dr. Vengo approached the diagnostic bed, whistling his approval. “This is

some set-up, Doctor. You made the right decision to bring the patient here. Your

monitors are very sophisticated. The number-one priority is to keep the patient

alive anyway you can until—”

He bent over the bed, and his eyes widened. “But . . . but . . . this patient is a

child!”

“So?” McCoy said.

“But surely you know?”

“Know what?” Kirk demanded.

“Being stung by a Scalla is nearly always fatal in children. Their smaller body

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mass combined with a full measure of venom is a lethal combination. A child

massing less than fifty kilos has rarely survived a Scalla sting—even using our

newer life support stations.”

“Listen, Doctor,” Kirk growled. “I’m not losing my daughter to some alien bug.

You explain to my CMO exactly what you can do, not what you can’t.”

Dr. Vengo sighed. “Very well. First, we must discover how much venom she

received. If it was less than a full dose, there may be some hope.”

The Delphian turned back to his patient. He glanced at the monitors, felt

Jamie’s skin, and looked into her eyes. “The crucial thing is to keep her alive using

whatever measures available.”

McCoy nodded.

Dr. Vengo drew a plastic bag filled with a clear, bluish liquid from his satchel

and hung it above Jamie’s bed. He smiled at McCoy’s puzzled frown and proceeded

to find a vein in Jamie’s good arm.

“Although there is no known antidote,” he explained, poking her with an old-

fashioned needle and attaching a tube from the bag to her arm, “we have created

an agent which partially blocks the toxin from attacking vital organs like the heart,

liver, and especially the brain. It is meant for a Delphian’s bloodstream, but you

have nothing to lose. She must be monitored closely over the next couple of hours

to make sure there are no adverse effects.” He looked at the captain, as though

expecting a confirmation.

“Yes, yes, by all means.” Kirk waved a hand. “What else?”

“The key to her survival is two-fold: a minimal dose of the venom and time.

She must stay alive long enough for her body to metabolize the toxin. The more

toxin that must be broken down, the less the body can handle it. In a young child,

this usually means a quick death, within twenty-four hours.”

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Kirk’s heart squeezed. Twenty-four hours! “And if she survives past then?”

“Each day she lives increases her chances of breaking down the toxin. If she’s

still alive by the end of the week, I’d say she’s over the worst of it.”

Dr. Vengo laid an understanding hand on Kirk’s shoulder. “But first find out

how much venom she received.”

Kirk hesitated and glanced at his helpless daughter.

“There’s nothing you can do up here, Jim,” McCoy said. “She’s stable for now,

and we won’t leave her alone for a moment. I promise you that.”

Kirk gave the two men a curt nod, turned on his heel, and hurried out of

Sickbay.

Chapter 17

irk beamed down to the Delphi collection center and into the middle of

chaos. Adults shouted and waved their arms. The whirling, menacing

sound of hundreds of trapped Scallas played a frightening background

chorus to the raised voices and hysterical sobbing coming from a nearby domed

structure. On the ground, two boys were scuffling in the dirt. One appeared to be

Jack Brainard.

“You murderer!” Jack shrieked. He was wrestling with a much larger boy. His

hands encircled the boy’s throat. “When I get the chance, Clark Thomas, I’m going

to make sure you get a taste of a Scalla sting.”

Clark coughed and gagged. “Go ’head. I deserve it.”

Kirk stepped in and ripped Jack and Clark apart. From the domed tent, Reece

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Brainard appeared and restrained his son. Kirk held firmly to Clark.

“Let me go!” Jack demanded.

“Whoa, boy,” his father ordered. “There will be none of this.” He nodded at

Kirk and yanked Jack around so the boy could see him. “Settle down, son. Perhaps

Captain Kirk can give you some news.”

Jack’s eyes grew wide when he saw the captain standing a few feet away, his

hands gripping Clark’s shoulders. “Is Jamie going to be all right?”

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look good.” He focused his gaze on the tall boy. “I

need to know how much venom she received. Can you tell me that, Jack?”

Jack nodded. “Just the tiniest amount. The Scalla had already lost some

because Denn was irritating it. It sprayed a bunch inside its cube before escaping.

When it attacked Jamie, I yanked it off within a couple of seconds.”

“It’s like he says, Captain,” Clark added. “Jack was quick. I never saw anyone so

quick. If Jamie lives, it will be Jack’s doing.”

Kirk nodded and opened his communicator to pass along the news.

With a snort of disgust, Reece Brainard released Jack and headed to where a

group of his associates and Delphians stood, talking quietly and staring at the

young people.

Reece lifted a shaking finger toward Clark, Denn, and Ronda. “I want those

three out of here, folks. I don’t care how the Delphian Science Commission

arranges it, but they’ve got to go. Trouble follows them like fleas on a fur-beast,

and I won’t stand for another disaster like we had today.”

“I should have a say in this matter, don’t you think?” Commissioner Thomas

strode up, along with two of his aides. Behind him came Ambassador Fortran.

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Tronius was nowhere in sight.

“I hear there’s been some trouble,” Thomas said. “I’ve come to determine its

nature and to see if we can’t resolve it peacefully. It’s imperative that we don’t give

the Delphians a negative impression, especially at this crucial time in the

negotiations.”

Reece went nose-to-nose with the large man. “I don’t give a rat’s rear end

about your precious impressions.” He glanced over as Kirk rejoined the group then

pointed toward the sky. “There is a little girl dying up there because of your sons’

actions, which are a direct result of your own arrogance and stupidity.”

He jabbed a finger into Thomas’s chest. “You strong-armed the Delphians into

allowing those kids access to the Scallas, when they should have been kept a

thousand kilometers away from them.”

“Dr. Brainard,” Thomas said. “Calm yourself. You are no doubt exaggerating

the severity of this situation. I’m sure if you examine all the facts, you’ll—”

“Commissioner Thomas.” Kirk stepped up just then. “I want you to gather up

your three walking disasters and go back to your meetings. You’ve been nothing

but trouble from the day we met. If you step foot near here again, I will lock you,

Ambassador Tronius, and Ambassador Fortran in the Enterprise’s brig, where you

will remain under heavy guard until somebody comes to take you off my hands.”

“Captain Kirk!” Thomas choked in surprise.

“There is something else to consider, Commissioner,” the captain continued

grimly. “The Delphian people will certainly regard your sons’ careless actions with

their most dreaded insect a serious offense. If Jamie dies, not only will I hold you

personally responsible, but it could also have serious ramifications for Federation

and Delphian negotiations.”

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mean . . . I assumed it was some sort of joke. A false alarm?”

“Clear out of here,” Kirk ordered. Then he turned his back on the man and

stalked away. The next time he looked, the commissioner was gone, and so were

the kids. He joined Reece in time to hear him upbraiding his associates.

“I’m sorry, Reece,” Jordan apologized. “They arrived just minutes before you

and McCoy, accompanied by the Delphian diplomatic corps itself. They’d gotten

approval from the Science Commission for the visit. I planned on telling you about

them as soon as we finished with the Scalla collection, but then, well, you know

what happened . . .” His voice trailed off.

Reece waved it away. “I’m sorry I chewed you out. It’s too late to toss around

blame.” He turned to Kirk. “I don’t know what to say, Captain. I’m sick about this.”

Kirk reached for his communicator. “I only came down to find out about the

amount of venom. I’m returning to the ship.”

“Please keep me posted on Jamie’s progress.”

“I will.” He flipped open the communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise. Beam me up.”

Kirk returned to Sickbay with a splitting headache. The quiet hissing of the

respirator and the soft beeping of the heart monitor assured him that Jamie was

still alive. He slipped into the intensive care unit and stood over her.

A bright-eyed nurse greeted him. “Hello, Captain. Dr. McCoy wanted me to

tell you she’s stable for now. Dr. Vengo returned to Delphi a few minutes ago. He

was very encouraged when he heard your report on the small amount of toxin

Jamie received. Dr. McCoy is in his office.”

Kirk gave her a questioning look.

“Don’t worry, Captain. I’m fully trained on these monitors. Even a whisper of

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change will alert me. I won’t let her slip by. I promise.” She smiled so sincerely that

Kirk couldn’t help it. He smiled back.

“Thank you, nurse. I appreciate your vigilance.”

At that moment, McCoy returned. “I’ll take over, Nurse Donaldson.”

“Very good, sir.” The woman stood up, brushed a gentle hand across Jamie’s

cheek, and left.

Kirk settled himself into the seat next to Jamie’s diagnostic bed and glared at

McCoy. “All right, Bones. I want to know. What was Jamie doing down on that

planet?”

McCoy checked the monitor above Jamie’s head. “I took her down to have a

look around. I was assured it was perfectly safe. She stuck to me like a Tiberian bat

until she volunteered to run and find Jack. It all happened so fast.”

Kirk sighed. McCoy looked haggard. It was obvious he was shouldering most

of the blame. And I did turn Jamie over to him the past couple of weeks. It’s not his

fault. It’s mine! He laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Why don’t you break out

some of that Saurian brandy you keep for medicinal purposes?”

McCoy brightened. “Yes. I think I’ll do that.”

While McCoy went off to find the brandy, Kirk reached out and took Jamie’s

good hand in his own. He felt sick when he thought about what had happened. He

should have been there. He should have taken her down to Delphi to look around.

Why hadn’t he?

“I’m so sorry, Jamie. You can’t seem to get a

break around here lately.”

He broke off and lowered his head for a quick

but desperate prayer. Then he looked up. “When

this is over, we’re going on shore leave somewhere.

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Just you and me. Anywhere you like, even that wretched amusement park on

Wrigley’s Pleasure Planet. I promise.”

Jamie had been nagging him for months to take her to Wrigleys, but the

captain had continually refused. Amusement rides made him sick. But now he’d

gladly go on every ride if only Jamie could be there with him.

McCoy returned with two glasses in his hand. “Here you go, Jim. Drink up.

Then I suggest you get some rest. We have a long week ahead of us.”

Chapter 18

hy isn’t she any better?” Kirk demanded of his exhausted chief surgeon.

“It’s been five days. Dr. Vengo said she should be over the worst of it.”

Kirk had entered Sickbay each day hoping to see sign of improvement—

or at least an assurance that Jamie would recover. But his daughter lay still as

death. Her flushed face had been replaced by a fine, rose-colored rash that covered

her entire body. It gave her a slightly alien look and did nothing to convince him

she was recovering.

“She’s alive, Jim,” McCoy said. “I took her off the respirator this morning, and

she’s breathing on her own. If that isn’t improvement, I don’t know what is.”

“But she looks so—”

“Sick?” McCoy nodded. “She’s very sick. I’ve never seen anyone this since I

treated the crew for Rigellian Fever a couple years back. This seems worse because

she’s so little. But I suspect our expi patients are just as ill, and much closer to

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“Yes, I’ve heard,” Kirk said. “How many are there aboard the Grissom?”

“Half a dozen.”

The science vessel had arrived three days ago. Reece Brainard and his team

were working around the clock to find an answer to the expi outbreak. Yet, in spite

of the abundant supply of Scalla venom, they had come up against a blank wall.

A whistle interrupted the conversation. “Dr. McCoy, Dr. Brainard is calling

from the Grissom.”

“Pipe it down here, Uhura.”

“Leonard!” Brainard’s face filled the tiny screen. “I think you may be on to

something. I’ll beam over to collect the samples. I want to do follow-ups as soon as

possible.”

“I have everything ready for you, Reese. McCoy out.”

Kirk gave the doctor a puzzled look. “What was that all about?”

McCoy shrugged. “You’ve had your hands full running the ship and worrying

about Jamie, so I didn’t bother to mention my idea about the expi/Scalla research.”

Kirk folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. “What idea?

I thought Dr. Brainard had things under control. I read his preliminary findings. It

looked promising.”

“Things were at first.” McCoy shook his head. “Every experiment performed on

the expi bacteria under laboratory conditions was a rousing success. They were

able to alter the toxin so it would be safe to administer to humans. And it didn’t

affect the potency of the serum.”

“I can tell by your tone there’s a catch.”

“The problem, Captain, is that when the carefully tested miracle serum was

administered to our sick expi patients aboard the Grissom, they showed no

improvement. They were injected three days ago, two days ago, and yesterday. No

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signs of improvement.”

McCoy let out a long, frustrated breath. “Reese told me the briefing yesterday

was one of gloom. We know the serum destroys expi under lab conditions, but it’s

completely ineffective when it’s injected into a living person. We can’t explain it,

and we can’t seem to isolate the problem.”

“Maybe it needs time to—well—incubate or something,” Kirk suggested. “It’s

only been three days.”

“Perhaps,” McCoy said. “But the blood tests also show negative results. It’s as if

the serum is neutralized in the patient’s body. Reece fears for those six patients

aboard the Grissom. They can’t hope to survive past the next couple of days.

They’ve slipped into the characteristic coma one sees just before death.”

A new voice called into the Sickbay. “Leonard? You here?”

“Back here, Reese.”

The scientist was smiling, but the smile left his face when he saw the captain

sitting next to Jamie’s pale form.

“How is she?”

“The same,” Kirk replied. “But Bones seems to think she’s over the worst of it.”

Reece took a seat across from McCoy. “This may or may not interest you,

Captain, but Jamie has made the newscasts down on Delphi. She’s the first child in

over twenty years to survive this long from a Scalla sting. She’s a celebrity. It’s all

over the media.”

Kirk gave Reese a long look. “So I’ve heard. It’s bad enough that McCoy is

required to turn in daily reports, but then it’s broadcast all over the planet on the

evening news. I find all this in very poor taste.”

He frowned. “I turned down the newscasters when they wanted to come

aboard to interview and videotape the medical staff. The Delphians seem obsessed

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with this Scalla thing. Ambassador Tronius couldn’t get me to change my mind,

not even for the sake of Delphian-Federation relations.” He paused. “And Admiral

Komack backed me up.”

“There’s an advantage to being isolated aboard your own starship,” Reece said.

Then he grinned. “Must have driven the ambassador nuts to pass up such great

PR.”

Kirk’s smile was a mere shadow of his usual grin.

“If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation, Captain,” Reece said, “I’d be

thoroughly enjoying it. Our esteemed Ambassador Tronius has certainly changed

his tune. He inquires almost daily about your daughter’s progress.”

Kirk shot him a puzzled glance.

“Oh, yes.” Reece chuckled. “I hear what goes on ship to ship, and ground to

ship. Commissioner Thomas, by the way, has become quiet to a fault, and the

troublemakers are now more trouble in their new roles of behaving themselves.

Yes, indeed. They won’t be forgetting this assignment for many months to come.”

Kirk smiled. What Reese said was true. Around Jamie’s diagnostic bed was the

evidence of the diplomatic party’s concern: balloons and a myriad of mementos

from all over Delphi. All sent with best wishes for a speedy recovery.

Reese snapped his fingers. “I’m sorry, Len. I got carried away and forgot what I

stopped by for.”

McCoy rose and entered the lab that adjoined Sickbay. He returned with a

small vial of bright red liquid and four culture dishes. “Look.”

He held the cultures up to the scientist. “You can see the cultures are negative.

The blood containing the metabolized toxin destroyed those little expi beasties as

efficiently as pure toxin. Whatever’s in this blood is strong, but it lacks the

devastating effects of a dose of venom. Take the samples back to Grissom and run

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some more tests if you like. But try it on the sickest patient. Those people are

going to die anyway, and it’s worth a try.”

Reece observed the cultures carefully. There was no growth. “How quickly did

it work?”

“The cultures began to clear in less than twenty minutes.”

Reece whistled. “This could be a major break though, Len. The blood from a

person who’s been stung by a Scalla metabolizes the toxin, thus making it work

against expi inside a living person? Sounds wild.”

“Sounds like a last chance to me,” McCoy said. “What have you got to lose?”

“Excuse me.” Kirk pointed at the vial of blood. “Whose blood is that?”

McCoy shrugged. “It’s Jamie’s. I’ve been drawing blood every day to do routine

blood chemistry checks, and I got a wild hunch to see if Jamie’s blood destroys expi

bacteria. I don’t know why I even thought of it, except that I wanted something

good to come out of something horrible. I arranged this little experiment with the

cultures, and the results were better than I dreamed. Now, the question remains—

if an expi patient is injected with a toxin that has spent time in someone’s body,

will it kill the expi bacteria?”

“If it works, it will be because Jamie was stung in the first place,” Reece added.

“It never would have occurred to us to think of such an option.”

“I see,” Kirk said. “How much blood are we talking about here?”

“Enough to try and isolate the agent in Jamie’s blood that metabolizes the

toxin. If we can isolate the agent, then we can synthesize it, add it to the purer

form, and presto—no more expi casualties.” Reese sighed. “But first things first. It

may not work at all.”

Then his quick smile returned. “Well, I’m off. I want to check this out. Thanks,

Leonard, and”—he waved a cheerful hand at the sleeping girl—“thanks, Jamie.”

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With that, he was gone.

McCoy looked at Kirk. “I know what you’re thinking, Jim. You’re remembering

the planet Gideon, where they kidnapped you for what you carried in your blood.

This is not the same thing.”

“What’s different about it?” Kirk straightened up in his chair and ran his

fingers through his mussed hair. “If there’s something in Jamie’s blood that

somebody wants, they’ll find a way to get it. What if the agent can’t be isolated?

What then? Jamie is not going to be a pincushion for the cure for expi. I don’t care

how many people are sick with it.”

“Don’t start worrying about something so unlikely. The samples might not

even work. But if they do, I’m going to compile a list of Delphians who have been

stung in the past. Perhaps their blood is compatible enough with ours to use.”

Kirk stood up. “Well, I think I’d better show my face on the bridge before the

Enterprise crew forgets they have a captain.”

“Jamie’s going to be fine, Jim. Check up on the bridge then get some rest. It’s

late, and I was about to kick you out of my Sickbay anyway.”

Chapter 19

amie’s screams reverberated through Sickbay and brought Leonard McCoy into

the intensive care at a run. He nearly collided with the young med-tech, who

was hurrying to fetch his superior.

“She certainly gave me a start!” Williams regained his balance and followed

McCoy into the room. “I’d just checked her life signs. They all looked fine, when all

of a sudden I heard this awful shriek. Nearly scared me to death.”

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“Thank you, Williams. Call the captain.” McCoy checked the readings and laid

a hand on Jamie’s forehead. “It’s all right, Jamie. Take it easy.”

“It hurts!”

“I know, but—”

“Make it stop! Make it stop!”

“Shh, honey.”

But Jamie could not be silenced.

Kirk burst into Sickbay a minute or two later, shirtless and rumpled. “Bones,

what’s wrong?”

“She’s awake, Jim, but the pain is pretty intense.”

Kirk rushed to Jamie’s side. “I’m here, honey. How do you feel?”

Jamie whipped her head from side to side. “Terrible. Make it go away, Daddy.

Everything burns. Everything itches. And that Scalla. It’s stinging me all over

again. Everywhere. It won’t stop. Take me away from this awful place. Please.”

Kirk grasped her hand and squeezed it gently. “Warp speed, right away.”

McCoy stepped up and administered a hypo. Jamie sighed. Her body slumped,

although her hand continued to grip Kirk’s.

The doctor glanced up at the diagnostic panel. “Her life signs are all within

normal levels, Jim. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself.”

Kirk pointed to a raised indicator. “What about this one?”

“Dr. Vengo warned me that once the patient regains consciousness, the pain

must be kept under strict control. But it’s not life threatening any longer.” His grin

grew wider. “He assured me the recovery is quick from this point. I think she’s

cured.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

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Jamie was sitting up in bed, eating her favorite confection—an ice cream

sundae—when her father strolled into Sickbay two days later.

“Good morning, Cadet.” He smiled and a waved.

“And to you, Captain.” Jamie showed off her sundae. “Look at this. Dr. McCoy

told me I can eat anything I want.”

Kirk leaned over the diagnostic bed and planted a kiss on Jamie’s forehead.

“Doctor’s orders—anything you like—at least for a while.”

“I’m gonna have sundaes for every meal.”

Kirk laughed. Jamie’s recovery had gone exactly as the Delphian physician had

predicted. It had been two days since her midnight awakening, and now here she

was, sitting up, chatting, and eating. She appeared normal.

Kirk glanced up at the panel above her head. Like Bones said, ‘amazing!’ Thank

God!

Jamie’s life signs appeared in the normal range, except for the pain indicator.

It bounced around, never staying in the same place for long, but it wasn’t nearly as

high as it had been that first night. McCoy had put Jamie on high doses of pain

meds, which usually put her to sleep. But right now, she was awake and cheerful.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he told her.

Jamie looked up. “What is it?”

“It’s not a what, but a who.” He called toward the other room. “Come in, Jack.”

Grinning, the youth entered the intensive care unit. “Hi, Jamie.”

“Jack! How are you? Where’ve you been? What’ve you been doing? How’s your

dad?” The questions rolled from her tongue. “Want some ice cream?”

Jack sat at the foot of Jamie’s bed and shook his head. “No. I already ate.”

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Jamie took another bite and waited.

Jack shook his finger at her. “This has been the longest week of my life, thanks

to you. I had to watch the news to find out how you were doing. Dad wouldn’t let

me step foot aboard the Enterprise to see you when you were so sick. You can

imagine my surprise when I got invited over this morning. Captain Kirk says I can

stay only a few minutes, because you’ll be asleep before long.”

Jamie wince3d. “Yeah, I start itching and hurting. Then Dr. McCoy gives me a

shot and I fall asleep. It’s not much fun.”

“Then I’ll catch you up on the news real fast.” Jack proceeded to tell her

everything that had gone on the past week, especially any news regarding the

Denebian Slime Worms, who, he informed her, weren’t nearly as slimy as they

used to be.

“And so,” Jack finished happily, “they were thoroughly chastised by the head

of the Delphian Science Commission himself. They’re on probation, and—get

this—they can’t leave their apartments without an escort. It’s too bad, though.

Now that they’ve mended their ways, it’s a pitiful sight to see them with the

constant reminder of what they were. I almost feel sorry for them.”

Jamie turned to her father. “They’re not coming back to the ship, are they?”

Kirk shook his head. “They wanted to see you, but I put my foot down. They

may be reformed, but I’m not taking any chances, and Dr. Vengo backed me up—

no visitors. I made one exception, of course.” He nodded at Jack.

Just then, McCoy came out from his office. A smile stretched from ear to ear.

He held a hypo in one hand. “The smile’s for you, Jack, and the hypo’s for Jamie.”

Jamie cringed.

Jack jumped up from the bed. “You’ve got good news about the experiment?”

“You guessed it.” He crossed over to where his young patient lay and glanced

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up at the monitor above Jamie’s head. “Time for your pain meds.” He pressed the

hypo against Jamie’s shoulder. “You’ve got about ten minutes before you slip away

for a nice, long nap.”

Jamie rubbed her shoulder. “I’m tired of sleeping. I want to stay awake.”

McCoy ruffled her hair. “Sorry, Jamie. It would hurt too much to let you stay

awake for long. That’s the way it’s going to be for a while.” He turned to Kirk.

“Great news, Jim. We found the cure for expi.”

“Yippee!” Jack exclaimed. “It worked!”

“What worked?” Jamie asked.

Jack gave her a gentle shake. “Dr. McCoy used your blood to cure one of the

expi patients on the Grissom.”

“I just finished talking to Reese,” McCoy said. “The patient who received the

serum made from Jamie’s blood has regained consciousness.”

His face fell. “However, the patients who received serum from a Delphian’s

blood have not improved. It seems that humans need a human source.”

“Was the team able to isolate the metabolizing factor from Jamie’s blood?”

Kirk asked.

“They’ve got a few leads, but nothing solid yet.” He looked at his captain. “We

can’t let them die, Jim.”

“I understand. But how much more blood can—”

“It’s all right. Jordan Hall, one of Reese’s top associates, is planning the Big

Experiment.”

“Which is?”

“He volunteered to be stung by a Scalla.”

“What?”

“He knows the Enterprise has overstayed her visit. He also realizes Jamie is just

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a little girl. They need a continuing source of the metabolized toxin with which to

experiment. And who’s a better choice than a full-grown human male, who will be

stung right next to the life support system on the Grissom? Reese agreed, but he

argued that it ought to be he who takes the risk. It was voted down.”

McCoy grinned. “You know those scientist-types. Always volunteering to try

out something new on themselves for the benefit of mankind.”

“Yeah,” Kirk said wryly, “I’m looking at one.”

“Anyway, Grissom says they don’t need us after they get one more vial of

Jamie’s blood. I’ll transport the blood to Grissom, and then you can get us out of

here—before Tronius and his band want a return trip aboard the Enterprise.”

“Not on your life,” Kirk vowed. He turned to Jack. “I’m afraid your visit must

end. You’d better return to Grissom. I plan on breaking orbit in less than an hour.”

“I understand your hurry, Captain.” Jack laughed and reached his hand out to

Jamie, who was fading fast. She blinked furiously and tried to keep her eyes open

long enough to wish her friend good-bye.

“I had a terrific time aboard the Enterprise,” Jack told her. “It’s a great ship. I

hope your recovery is complete. By the way, I entered my email address into your

computer, so write me sometime and let me know how you’re doing.”

“I had fun too, except this last week.” Jamie managed a weak smile. “Don’t

forget me, Jack.”

“I won’t. And you don’t forget me. Maybe we’ll run into each other at the

Academy someday.”

“You’ll be done before I ever get there.”

“What I mean is, maybe I’ll be an instructor or something in the bio-meds,

and you’ll be my student. Who knows?”

Jack shook Jamie’s hand then reached out to the captain. “It’s been an honor,

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sir, to be allowed to travel aboard the Enterprise.” He looked around. “I’ll miss her.

Maybe I’ll go into Space Medicine and become a doctor or researcher aboard a

starship.”

“A good goal, Jack.” Kirk shook his hand warmly. “You’d be a welcome

member aboard any starship.”

“Thank you, Captain Kirk, and good-bye.” Jack smiled and left the Sickbay.

Kirk turned back to Jamie. “Well, Cadet, another week in bed ought to do it,

then”—he made a slicing motion across his throat—“back to the grind. Lessons,

responsibilities, duties. No more sundaes.” He peered closer. “Jamie?”

She was fast asleep.

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