Fic - "Going Native part 60"
WOOO! Part Sixty! We're getting close! BSG/STNG crossover! Will Kara finally get on the clue bus? Let's find out!
It hurt. Her entire body seemed to burn and that was what brought her back to awareness. Still, as she opened her eyes, the intensity of it seemed to fade, leaving her feeling exhausted and tingly, as though she was filled with static electricity. And she felt nauseous. Kara struggled to her feet and clutched the metal wall as a wave of dizziness threatened her.
“Oh frak…” she muttered darkly. It felt like a hangover, the worst hangover she’d ever had, multiplied by at least one hundred. The green blood and brain matter smeared all over the walls wasn’t helping the rising gorge either, but she took a moment and the feeling passed.
At least until she heard Gaeta vomit. She turned slowly, careful to not make her own dizziness worse. He was just barely on his knees, throwing up an ugly brownish black stream. “Gods, Gaeta, what the hell did you eat?”
“Cookies and…. Milk…” He vomited again and Kara grabbed him just before he fell into it. She propped him up against the wall. He looked barely conscious, much worse than he had just moments earlier. “You… should get the Romulans weapon….”
“They’re dead, Gaeta.” She assumed they were dead, anyway. She didn’t feel well enough to take a closer look.
He started to shake his head and winced. “No… if you shoot me with their weapon… everyone will think it was them….”
“Gaeta…. I’m not going to kill you….”Although she could see why he thought that. It had been a large part of her original plan. She laughed despite how much it hurt. “I was planning to, but after this….” She was still to shocked to really think about it but she knew what she felt. “You’re Apollo’s child….” And if that was true, then Gaeta was right. She was Athena’s child in the prophecy. Killing Gaeta would have killed them all, the mistake Athena’s child made in one branch of the prophecy.
Gaeta looked at her blearily. “I’m not…” Suddenly he chuckled, although she could see he was barely keeping his eyes open. “It doesn’t matter… I knew… I knew this would end badly.” He looked up at her, his expression suddenly intent. “You were right. In the airlock. I… I could have stopped us…. I could have told the Admiral who I really was and how close we were. I didn’t… I thought the people wanted to settle… and I knew how much trouble I’d get in… so I didn’t stop it. I got six thousand people killed… And I’m still going to prison…. Violating the Prime Directive… I had to do it, to make up for that, for all of those people… This…” and he touched the metal wall of the Galactica, “was the only reason I didn’t shoot myself after New Caprica…” He looked at her sadly. “You’d be doing me a favor… My family is always watched because of what we are. It was one thing my mother always warned us about…. When you have special talents, you always have to be extra careful to follow the rules. With… all of the talk of Apollo…. They’ll nail me to the wall just to make the point…”
It shocked her. Not the prison talk, she had known that Gaeta was in hack, that was part of her plan. To at least get him in hack if she wasn’t able to kill him. Because if the usurper wasn’t dead, he had to be neutralized and Felix Gaeta in prison meant that the calmer people in the fleet wouldn’t be inclined to worship him. But every thing she had read about the Federation told her that it was pretty laid back in a lot of respects. Gaeta was barely conscious, she could see that, but he was still afraid. “Gaeta… Felix….I’m not going to kill you… Look, I won‘t even talk about this. And I won‘t call you Apollo‘s child.”
She had a feeling that plenty of people would be doing that without her adding to it, but she could see how what they had just done had the potential to increase the religious talk.
He looked at her, his expression tired. “It doesn’t matter. I was stupid… There’s a notebook…I don’t even remember doing it…. It’s in the lab somewhere… It’s evidence… I was sick on New Caprica…I must have written something down because I thought I was going to die…” He chuckled again and closed his eyes. “And that’s my luck, that’s always my luck….” He opened his eyes after a moment and looked up at her. “It really doesn’t matter… I think I’m dying….I never felt this bad…”
He did look bad, Kara realized. She felt pretty horrible herself, shaky and tingly and dizzy, and whatever Gaeta had done to her, using her as some sort of energy source with him as a conduit, he had taken the brunt of the action. He didn’t just look exhausted, he looked miserably ill and she realized suddenly that he was shaking. No, she thought suddenly, I have to make this right.
“I’ll get help,” she said softly, but Gaeta just closed his eyes. She staggered down the corridor, realizing every step she took hurt. Her feet felt like she was wearing lead boots and she gripped the corridor wall against the wave of dizziness. There were comm units, she knew it, but they were spaced far apart. Somewhere. The Romulans had fired into one, the closest one. It just frakking figures, she thought as she took another step, there’s no godsdamned comm unit close by. Her stomach suddenly rolled, but she pressed on, turning the corner.
“Kara?” Racetrack was there, with Reg Barclay of all people, and the two of them looked worried. Racetrack grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her. “Are you drunk? There’s Romulan boarding parties… we heard shots…”
She shook her head, despite the increasing dizziness. “Gaeta… in the next corridor…” She looked at Reg, and realized that the Starfleet officer was one of the few who might instantly get it. “He’s sick… he was fixing the ship and he used that power that he has….”
She could see Reg understand her point instantly. He looked at Racetrack, and then at her, as if realizing something important. She wasn’t surprised. Reg was possibly the smartest person she had ever met. She could see in his eyes that he knew she was involved and that if she was barely able to stand then Gaeta had to be badly off. “I’ll check him,” he said to Racetrack.
Kara nodded at his words. “ I… killed some of those aliens….” Her stomach rolled again and she couldn’t fight it anymore. She started to vomit and realized only dimly that Racetrack was lowering her to the floor.
It was the noise that brought her around. The beeping in her ear was the first clue that she was under Dr. Cottle’s not so gentle care. The next clue was the not as hard as the floor surface she was lying on. One of the hospital cots, and fortunately Cottle hadn’t had time to pull one of his favorite tricks and strip her naked while she was unconscious and dress her up in a hospital gown. That was good.
She opened her eyes just a little. Kara was surprised that Cottle wasn’t standing over her, letting hot ash drop on her as a wake up call, he and the Vulcan doctor were working at the bed opposite hers. Gaeta, she realized as she spotted the new boots and yellow cloth of his uniform. She could see his feet suddenly twitch rhythmically and Cottle was quick to hold him down. “What the hell?” Cottle said, his tone concerned. “He’s seizing.”
“His electrolytes are dangerously depleted and out of balance. Hold him still.” The Vulcan touched Gaeta with one of her small devices, and almost instantly the shaking stopped. The alien doctor looked at Cottle. “This is concerning but unlikely to result in permanent damage. There were extensive studies done on the Pollux hybrids. This is the end result of severe overexertion. I recommend transporting him to Federation facilities once we regain contact with the Dooley or the Enterprise. I am able to treat this, but he will recover more quickly in better facilities”
Cottle frowned. “This never happened until you people came around, T’Kil….” Kara almost smiled. As much of an ass as Cottle could be, he was always concerned about his patients. He glared at T’Kil and then down at Gaeta, as if irritated that the man was sick. Still, it eased her mind. Gaeta wasn’t going to die and that meant at the very least she wasn’t going to be blamed for killing him. She didn’t mind taking that kind of hit when she was genuinely responsible but she did mind taking the blame when she hadn’t done more than fight with him. A fight the bastard had won easily, and she had a feeling that he hadn’t even had to try that hard, despite looking like hell.
It also meant that she needed to think about moving. There were things she needed to do. Felix Gaeta was not the usurper of the prophecy but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew who it was, that it was part of her destiny. So she started to get up and in an instant Cottle was there.
“You need to sit down, young lady,” Cottle said darkly. “According to this damn thing,” and he was holding one of the sleek Starfleet devices, “you’re lucky you’re even conscious. You’ve got the same electrolyte depletion.” He seemed suddenly curious about the readings he was getting and handed the device to T’kil. The Vulcan didn’t seem to be surprised but Kara had heard that they weren’t emotional.
“This is consistent with theories being presented about your people,” T’Kil said to Cottle. She looked at Kara. “Your throat is bruised.”
“I fell,” Kara said easily. That was a lot easier than the truth. Cottle snorted in amusement.
“That explanation is inconsistent with the finger shaped bruises,” T’Kil said, but she did not take it any further. To Cottle she said, “I recommend rest and nutritional supplementation to speed healing but this one will recover without assistance. Even Lt. Cmdr. Gaeta will recover without assistance, but there is no need for anyone to suffer needlessly. Her condition is not as severe.” Someone handed T’Kil a bottle of yellowish orange liquid, and T’Kil handed it to Kara. “You will drink this.”
“Why?” It didn’t look especially appetizing, especially considering how queasy her stomach felt. “This looks disgusting.”
The Vulcan looked at her and then at Cottle, who shrugged, his expression one of sheer amusement.
“You wonder why I don’t give them time to talk back? She’s your patient, you deal with her.” Cottle crossed his arms. The Vulcan seemed off put but only for a moment.
She turned her attention back to Kara. Her eyes narrowed although her expression didn’t discernibly change. “You will drink this. Because I say so.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Or what?”
T’kil frowned. “I will ask Dr. Cottle to strike you. I am sure he would not mind assisting me.”
“Sure,” Cottle said, a rare smile crossing his face. “I can help more.” He held up a lit cigarette and waggled it, his intent obvious. Kara rolled her eyes again.
“A scar would leave a lasting reminder,” T’Kil said gravely. “Perhaps it won’t be necessary.” She eyed Kara.
“Fine,” Kara said, frowning but not really meaning it. She sipped the beverage, and made a face. Then she gestured to the bed where Gaeta was lying. “Is he going to live?”
T’Kil nodded. “He is not likely to wake for some time, but he should recover fully.” She gestured to the hospital bed Kara was lying on. “You should rest as well.”
“Whatever.” Kara sipped the beverage and waited for T’Kil to be distracted by patients. She would be damned if she spent the next six hours safely ensconced in a hospital bed. There were things to do. She could feel it, that she had more to do in order to make things work out. Because things weren’t right, not yet.
She watched for a few minutes as the medical staff worked over their patients. It was surprising to see that there were empty beds. There were also several Starfleet medics there and she watched in surprise as one of the pilots came in with an obviously broken hand and left minutes later with her hand completely fine. But she couldn’t relax, even though the wretched drink was making her better, and more alert. Something was still wrong.
Then she spotted Reg Barclay poking his head into the cavernous room. She waved him over. He quickly came to her side, sparing a nervous glance at Gaeta, who appeared to be asleep. “ Is…. Is he ok?”
“If he was dead, Cottle would have put a sheet over him, don’t worry.” She pulled Reg closer to her. Quietly she said, “I didn’t hurt him. You were right. I wasn’t being fair.” And Reg Barclay was a much braver guy than he let people know because there weren’t many people who would tell her how wrong she was while within arm’s reach. “Listen to me,” she said softly. “I need to know something. We’re in Federation space, right?”
“Yes. There’s no way the Romulans will come this deep into our territory and there’s about five ships on their way to support your fleet. It’s going to be all right for your people.” Reg spoke equally soft.
“Your captain…. He’ll find the time to investigate things then? What is going on?” An idea formed in her head. The Scroll of Apollo mentioned a usurper, a trickster, for a reason. It was the usurper, in some of the prophecies threads, that destroyed Apollo’s child and led the people to death.
And it was Athena’s child that stopped it from happening.
“I don’t know… officially…” Reg looked around nervously before he continued. “But the admiral refused to let Cmdr. Riker search your science lab… and now that the Galactica has jumped and is safe… its going to be difficult for him to refuse.”
Kara saw it in an instant. Adama was trying to protect Gaeta and ultimately he would have to allow access to the lab or face accusations that he had been in cahoots with Gaeta. Which wasn’t true, and not likely to bother the old man, but she suspected the Federation would make things difficult for Adama. And there was evidence in the lab, evidence that would land Gaeta in prison. Evidence that Dr. Gaius Baltar had tried to trick her into finding for him.
Baltar. It was Baltar, it had always been Baltar and she had nearly let him win.
She pulled Reg close. “Listen to me. I have to do something, to make up for being… well… I have to make it up, ok? I need you to distract the doctors so I can get out of here. Don’t make me explain why.” She pointedly nodded towards Gaeta’s body and waited.
Reg blinked and looked at her and then at Gaeta. Damn, she though with relief as understanding finally came to his features, you’re lucky you’re good at math. “You… want to help Felix.”
“I need to take care of something and I need to get out of here. Do something.” She let go of him.
Reg nodded and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a slight rash on his arm. He took a deep breath, and turned, heading straight to T’kil and Cottle, who were standing over Gaeta. “Excuse me!” He said it loudly, and in a panicked tone. “I have this rash and I was feverish! I think I have small pox!”
As a small crowd of personnel converged on him, Kara grinned and slipped out of bed. Smart, nervous guys like Reg really had their uses.