cimorene

in which jim gets extremely distressed when he thinks spock is dead, and then rather clingy.

the last one i took any notes on (for purposes of--er--writing this story i'm planning. of course!) the Big Three beam down to a planet that's stuck in a middle ages sort of culture. they live as nomads permanently in the desert (makes me think of the crusades), call their chieftains tieh'er (sp?), and are bristling with silly taboos.

also, the foot soldiers wear purple spandex bodysuits with bands of hot pink shag carpeting under the arms and over one shoulder, like part of some kind of ball gown that jc (of nsync--everyone else, nevermind) might wear. the sand looks suspiciously like a one-inch layer poured over the floor of a sound stage and the rocks look like foam--oh, nevermind.

with klingon help, an ambitious hatchet-faced freaky guy murders the tieh'er. he's going to kill the guy's wife and fetus as well as our heroes, and we all know jim can't have that, so they escape with the girl bitching and whining the whole way and generally not allowing anyone to touch her. perfectly coiffed, she climbs with them through the desert in her gauzy gown and gives birth in a cave to what she calls mccoy's child, because she hated her husband.

the stage is set! the girl, the baby and mccoy are in a cave high up in a convenient cliffy thing and spock and jim are crouched behind some rocks with bows and arrows that they've made by whittling the branches of what can't be trees because there aren't any, so we are forced to presume it's desert scrub.

predictably, the long shot spock is at first reluctant to try--using their communicators for a 'sonic disturbance' and a landslide--works! we are left with a bunch of pink-fur-clad footsoldiers dead and the klingon emissary darting at spock's position with a captured phaser in all the confusion.

the rock, at least, is hit and a huge cloud of smoke emerges from spock's last known position!

'spock!' jim yells, standing up. oddly, no one seems to take any notice. cut to clouds of smoke.

'over here, captain,' spock says. we see him scrabbling across a steep slope through what seems to be an open area to reach spock's hiding place. he's taking his time nocking the arrow and meanwhile, it looks like, sitting cross-legged and leaning back against spock's knees.

K: the cavalry doesn't come in the nick of time anymore.

spock looks down at him.

S: if by that you mean we can't expect help from the enterprise i must agree.