From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson)
Subject: STTUQ 12/15
Organization: Purdue University Computing Center
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1992 02:49:50 GMT

WARNING: There is a scene in this material that some may find objectionable.
It is neccessary to the story-line and therefore neccessary to be posted.

 
  - STAR TREK      ---------------------------------------------------
  - THE UNFAIR QUO ---------------------------------------------------
 
  Part Twelve of Fifteen
 
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  CHAPTER TWELVE
 
        "I need to go inside," Saavik indicated as she entered 
  the cooridor. "Captain Riley's orders," she continued after the 
  guard hesistated.
        "Doctor Matthews told me not to let anyone inside," the 
  Guard stammered in reply. "He said that that order included 
  anyone, regardless of rank."
        "I outrank the Doctor," Saavik reminded. "And Riley 
  outranks you. Should I inform him of your disobedience?" she 
  asked flatly. "Or will you let me inside? It would be wiser to 
  obey me, would it not?"
        "Yes, Commander," the guard admitted. "But Matthews said
  that she wouldn't be available for statement for a few hours,"
  he tried again, fully obeying the Doctor's orders.
        "Then," Saavik replied, "tell the Doctor that I will not
  verbally discuss matters with her. But I still need the
  information the Captain Riley has requested."
        There was no way that the guard was going to win, and he
  realized it. "Yes, Commander. I will inform him of your answer
  when he returns."
        Saavik nodded her acknowledgement, and ordered the door
  to let her in. Complying, the doors parted to reveal the dimly
  lit hospital room. Grissom was lying on the bed, unmoving. Her
  expression was only given away by the few tears rolling from
  her eyes.
        Saavik looked down at the petit woman which lay beneath
  her. She seemed so young, so very fragile. How could anyone
  seek to destroy this innocence? How could anyone be so
  corrupted with evil? she asked herself.
        "Paula," she gently began, moving closer to the bed,
  "It's Commander Saavik, do you recognize me?"
        Grissom slowly nodded the affirmative. "Commander," she
  painfully spoke. "ENTERPRISE, I remember." She was waking, but
  it was obvious that she was still heavily in shock.
        "I need to talk to you," Saavik tried again, sitting down
  at Grissom's side. "I need to know what happened."
        "It's cold," Grissom said, not hearing. "It's so cold in
  here." She was losing it now, her clinging reality slipping
  away under the torrent of emotional pain. "What happened? Why
  is it so cold?"
        "It isn't cold," Saavik replied, raising her hand slowly
  to Grissom's face. "It's warm in here, Paula. We're here to
  take care of you."
        "Take care of me?" Grissom replied. "Saavik? ENTERPRISE,"
  she continued, trying to piece together her thoughts. "Gahrut,
  sweet Gahrut."
        Saavik let loose a small smile, having learned a little
  more about the strange pair's relationship. "Lieutenant
  Grissom, this is Saavik. We are in an emergency and need your
  help. Can your help us?" she asked carefully.
        "Emergency," Grissom trailed. "Red alert?" she managed,
  her mind still not bringing anything together. "ENTERPRISE
  under attack," she continued, "I must help."
        "One of our crew has been attacked," Saavik continued
  carefully, readying herself. "We need to know who did it,
  Lieutenant. We need to know before he does it again."
        "Under attack," Grissom muttered, "ACUTIS attack?" She
  semmed to tense up at saying that. "Attacked on ACUTIS," she
  finally considered. "I was on the ACUTIS."
        "Yes," Saavik replied with anticipation. "We're on the
  ACUTIS. Can you tell me what happened?"
        "ACUTIS," she babbled inconherently. "Attacked on the
  ACUTIS," she trailed. Then she was gone, her mind lost to
  reality, refusing to accept it.
        Saavik stood over her, making her final commitment. She
  parted her hand, and gently placed it on Grissom's brow.
        "Your mind," Saavik slowly began, gathering her courage,
  "to my mind. Your thoughts, to my thoughts." She reached out,
  mentally, looking into the Grissom's tortured soul. "We are
  merging, you and I. We are thinking as one. There is nothing we
  need to hide from one-another."
        "Please," Paula managed even as her world turned about
  her. "I don't want to remember."
 
        Saavik transported aboard the empty decks of the USS
  ACUTIS. Every detail was vividly depicted, though somehow, she
  could tell that everything was distorted as well. The halls
  were too dark, too long. There was a sour smell to the air,
  something she could not recognize. "Paula," she cautiously
  began to the image around her, "this is Saavik. I'm here to
  help you."
        She walked through the cooridor. Though her bearings
  weren't entirely accurate, she judged that she was walking on a
  quarters deck aboard Grissom's memory of the ACUTIS. She
  reached out to the walls, they were ice cold. "Please, Paula,
  let me see you. We can work through this."
        Saavik walked to the turbolift. The doors opened with the
  familiar hiss. "Level, bitch?" the male computer's voice asked
  fiendishly.
        "Grissom's quarters," Saavik replied warningly.
        "Wouldn't you rather go to mine?" the turbolift ventured.
  "I could ride your in shaft instead," it laughed. Saavik
  punched the console, letting her mind dominate the imagry
  somewhat. The doors opened again, revealing the interior of
  Grissom's cabin.
        "Paula," Saavik asked again, "I know you want to show me.
  I know that you want to let go of the pain." She looked around,
  and outside the window. There were no stars outside, though she
  could faintly see the image of the EXCELSIOR in the distance.
  It seemed to be Grissom's single beacon of hope. "Please, let
  me in. Let me know."
        "Ensign Grissom," someone called from the door which
  Saavik had answered. "I need to discuss some things with you
  that I find disturbing."
        The figure was dark and distorted, the voice was too deep
  to be real. She was still sheilding herself, but at least the
  memories were playing. "What is it, sir?" Saavik found herself
  answering. "I understood that Lieutenant Jackson was pleased
  with my work."
        "He was," the figure replied, moving closer,
  uncomfortably close. "I just wanted to talk to you about a few
  things. Wouldn't you like to sit down?"
        Saavik found herself unable to fight the impulse of
  sitting, as Grissom must have done so long ago. She didn't
  remember if the chair had been there before, but it was
  somewhat solid now. "I need to be returning to engineering in a
  few minutes."
        "This won't take long, Ensign," he replied. His voice
  seemed to lighten somehow. It was becoming a bit more
  recognizable, a bit more notable. "I just wanted to ask you a
  couple of questions."
        "Questions, Captain?" they countered in unison. "What
  do you want?" Captain? Saavik wondered even as they said it.
  Captain Heito?
        "I was wondering," the Captain replied, stepping forward
  a bit, his face still distorted by the vision. "I was wondering
  had badly you wanted me."
        "Excuse me, sir," the two repsonded, stepping away from
  him. "I don't think I heard you properly," they tried again as
  he still move closer.
        "Oh," the Captain replied with a twisted grin, "I know
  you want me. You're not the first. It just takes time for you
  to realize that you're already mine."
        Grissom slash Saavik stepped back more, "I think you need
  to leave, sir. This is not appropriate conduct." But the
  Captain was quickly on her, grabbing her breast.
        She, they, slapped him with nearly inhuman strength. The
  Captain slapped back, angrily, throwing them on the floor. "You
  can't deny me," he goaded, his accent becoming clearer. "You
  know you want me," he said again, ripping the communicator from
  her chest.
        They tried to break free from him, but his weight was 
  greater than hers. Saavik concentrated on the image, trying to 
  make it more clear. The feature seemed more defined, but it 
  still wasn't enough.
        And, more importantly, she was unable to break free of 
  the mind meld. They screamed as he ripped apart their uniform's 
  top, revealing the breast he had fondled. A small amount of 
  blood dripped from where he had scratched her. "Come on, 
  Ensign, I know you've been dreaming of this," he said in a 
  self-assured tone which sent shivers up their spine.
        The feature became more clear, and there was no doubt. 
  Captain Heito was above them, raping them. Saavik and Grissom 
  fought on, trying to change the relived nightmare, but the 
  reality, the memory was too strong. He had stripped them enough 
  now, permitting the rape to run its course.
        But there was a new form in the room. A tall, dark 
  Captain carrying a phaser rifle. "Saavik, Grissom," he cooly 
  said as he aimed it at his target, "You are free. This is the 
  past, and it is over."
        The image of the wicked Captain faded into nothingness, 
  and the two female's combined form recovered in appearance. 
  They stood, confused. "Captain," they said in their mixed 
  voice. "Is that really you?"
        "Yes," Riley commented. "I'm here, with the both of you. 
  It's over." The room changed around them, and Saavik seemed to 
  detatch herself from Grissom's image, then resolidfy.
        The two were standing in the hospital room, with Riley at 
  the door. "Captain," Grissom managed through her tears. "You 
  know? I mean, you saw it?"
        "I saw your memory of it," Riley replied, walking over to 
  her. "I saw enough," he quietly said, taking her in his arms 
  and hugging her as she cried. "He won't get away from us, now. 
  He will be punished, and it will be over."
        She cried, but her nightmares would finally cease. 
  Someone else had experienced her pain with her, making it 
  almost bearable.
 

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