The Girl and the Wolf
"Captains log, stardate 3123.42. Position, orbiting a planet in the Omicron Delta region, as we have received a distress call from the colony. Doctor McCoy, Mister Spock, myself and a security team shall be beaming down shortly to investigate. I will be leaving Mister Sulu in charge while I'm gone."
"Captain," the Vulcan had patiently been waiting beside James T Kirk, as the captain of the Enterprise spoke into the device he used to record his logs. Kirk turned his head to his friend and first officer.
"Yes Mister Spock?"
"The landing party is leaving shortly, I suggest we make our way there immediately."
Kirk, after taking one glance at the green world on the screen before his helmsman Sulu, stood from his command chair and followed his friend down to the transporter room.
The two walked in silence after leaving the lift, before Kirk spoke up, "Spock, what was the nature of the distress call again?"
The Vulcan raised his strangely pointed eyebrows at the captain, "I fail to understand how you could forget."
"I've been up all night Mister Spock," Kirk mumbled defensively, glancing away from the first officers piercing dark eyes.
"Ah, yes, your nightmares," the Vulcan recalled, "I have to tell you Captain that I have never understood the irrational fear of nightmares."
"Is that so."
"Yes, Captain. Being a Vulcan, I have no concept of fear, therefore I cannot fathom how a brave starship captain such as yourself can be frightened of his own sub consciousness' imagination."
The tight lipped first officer seldom gave any indication of his feelings for the crew (of course, he apparently had no feelings) but every once in a while something would slip, and to Kirk, and surely everyone else aboard the U.S.S Enterprise, that was extremely satisfying.
Kirk looked at Spock, who quickly glanced away, "You think I'm brave, Mister Spock?"
"I am merely stating facts, Captain," he replied.
Kirk couldn't hide his grin, "Still, Spock, you didn't answer my question."
"Yes, the nature of the distress call. The transmission was somewhat distant, therefore hard to hear even for myself, but the inhabitants definitely mentioned a monster."
"A monster, like the Horta in those mines?"
"No. This apparently looked something like one of your Earth grey wolves. Except bigger. Much bigger."
Kirk was about to ask another question, but he hadn't even realised that they had come to the transporter room, and entered to find McCoy talking to the three members of the security team. Mister Scott stood at the panel.
"Hey Jim," McCoy greeted cheerfully, "how are you?"
"You seem in a good mood, Bones," Kirk said, the cheerful mood of his best friend had caught him off guard, in a good way, "Hello Mister Scott."
"Captain, Mister Spock," the engineer replied in his signature highland drawl, "the beamin' pad's all ready for you sir. By the way, how're yer nightmares? Still bad, eh?"
"Yes, Scotty, disturbing as ever." The captain replied, and they all stepped onto the beaming pad.
"You ever had a nightmare, Mister Spock?" McCoy asked the Vulcan with a smile on his face, though not a genuine one.
"I find your statement strewn with gaping defects in logic," he replied, "I am a Vulcan."
"We've all had nightmares, Spock. Even you."
"I assure you, I am incapable of fear, therefore incapable of nightmares."
McCoy shrugged, "Sure. Whatever you say."
Kirk didn't even have to look to know that his first officer had rolled his eyes and looked away from the doctor, taking that sharp intake of breath which was usually the only indication that the Vulcan had grown impatient.
"Alright," the captain said, "assuming that there actually is a monster here, why has it only started a month ago? This colony has been established for years."
The old woman, leader of the colony, nodded sadly, "I know Captain Kirk. But the killings have been happening once every night. Everyone was killed in the exact same way; a large bite mark on the neck, from which they bled to death."
The crew stood in front of the woman where she sat at her desk, gazing up at them with her big round spectacles. Her wizened face and slightly hunched shoulders echoed her age, but even for someone so ancient, she was very wise and from what Kirk could tell, sympathetic and intelligent.
Her sad smile crinkled her face further, "And ever since the monster has come, everyone's been having terrible nightmares."
Spock glanced at Kirk. Kirk glanced at Spock. McCoy elbowed Kirk in the side, "Is it like your bad dreams, Jim?"
"What are the nightmares about?" asked Kirk. He knew it was probably a coincidence that he and the inhabitants of this planet were having nightmares, but he had just wanted to make sure. It would make him feel better.
"General nightmares," the woman whom went by the name of Mrs. Partridge shrugged, "about the most primal of fears. I, myself, have been dreaming about ghosts and banshees."
"Our Captain has been experiencing nightmares also," Spock said, fixing the woman with an unreadable stare, "do you think your monster could be affecting him also?"
Again, the woman shrugged her hunched shoulders, and spoke with that voice that cracked with age, "Who knows? It might just be a coincidence, but I believe anyone colonised on this planet will surely have nightmares, including all of you."
Kirk noticed Mrs. Partridge, out of all of them, looked at Spock the longest. Spock looked away, awkwardly, and said, "Your deduction is logical, Mrs. Partridge. But I believe we shall stay despite the present danger, won't we Captain?"
Kirk grinned again when he spotted the Vulcan's ever sceptical gaze, "Yes, Mister Spock."
Mrs. Partridge nodded, stood from her chair, "My grand daughter will show you to your rooms. Sylvia!"
The crew turned to see a girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, glide into the room wearing a red cloak and a frilly white dress. She wore black plimsolls, white socks, and a very pretty smile that lit up her green eyes. Pitch black, curly hair flowed around her delicate shoulders. Kirk blinked, McCoy smiled welcomingly, and as usual Mister Spock's face was as placid as ever.
"Evening, gentlemen," Sylvia smiled, plump red lips catching Kirk's eye, "I'm Sylvia, I'll show you to your rooms. Follow me, please."
"You work here...?" Kirk asked, falling into step beside the pretty young girl as she led he and the crew down the hall.
"Sort of," she replied, in a voice that rung like wind chimes in the back of the captain's head, "I suppose you could call it volunteer work. Mrs. Partridge is my grandmother you see, so I just do it to help her out."
"Do you live in here? Or do you...?"
"Oh, I live in the woods, perhaps a mile form here. I assure you Captain, it's quite safe," she spotted the shocked look in his eyes. Surely, a little girl can't live in the woods with a monster running amok? "Nothing's happened to me so far, why now?"
"I see defects in your logic, Miss Silvia," Spock said casually.
Sylvia looked back at the Vulcan with widened eyes, "How so?"
"Well, perhaps the monster just hasn't found you yet." He replied.
"Spock, please," growled McCoy, "This isn't the time."
"There is never a good time for my logical reasoning, is there Doctor?"
"Damn right there isn't."
"Gentlemen, please," Sylvia laughed, "I know how to protect myself, honestly. I'm not a helpless little girl, you know. Here we are. Captain Kirk, this is your room,"
Sylvia led them into their room, a luxurious place. The living room was white and clean, and two doorways led to a bathroom and a bedroom.
"Thank you, Sylvia."
She nodded, and gestured for the others to follow her, this time she addressed the Vulcan as Kirk was left in the room alone, "What's your name, sir?"
"I am Spock."
"What planet are you from...?" The girls wind chime voice faded as the door slid shut with a hushed woooosh.
And that's chapter one! Please, all of you, enjoy and review, and I will definitely be writing more in the near future! Ever wondered what Vulcans have nightmares about? You'll find out in chapter two!