Obstacle or Opportunity

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse) Cambion AU
Summary: Spock tries to parse what he found through the mind-meld...
Word Count: 670
Rating: Teen(??); this is also a dark part.  well, the next part is, too, kinda.  Choose to read or not carefully.  It's certainly not explicit; if anything I tried to parallel the writing style for The Conscience of a King (TOS), in which you realize horrible things happened but it's almost worse by the fact it doesn't go into huge detail on the subject.
Warnings: noncon, discussion of mental health (OCD)

          He awakens in the same position to the doctor being colourful with her language without once cursing (an interesting endeavor rarely utilized by most humans that probably keeps her mental processes engaged and thus not dwelling on the current situation) and Nyota’s sweaty hand in his.  She is worried and upset, but keeping herself calm on a potentially hostile planet, which is a sensible idea.  It appears that while his mind was affected, his body was not.  He’s not sure how long he’s been standing here, an unsettling circumstance.
          “The Captain was affected.  More than any of us, and certainly more than the Dawoathki expected.”  He pauses, tries to re-center his sense of self.
          “Well, it would be like Jim Kirk to have a weird reaction to some substance,” Nyota agrees with a strained smile, and that draws a snort from the doctor who seems to be having difficulties under the stress.
          “If the horror stories M’Benga tells are any indication,” Featherby agrees, and takes a deep breath.  “What should I be expecting, medically?”
          Spock does his best to arrange the facts in a useful order.  This is a rescue mission, first and foremost.  “The Dawoathki believe the Captain is their Trickster God Ur`retha.”  Nyota starts, but doesn’t interrupt.  “They see their relationships with their gods as one of mutual slavery.  During the Time of Abandon, Ur`retha is compelled to ‘purify’ each of them from any feelings that might impede their work as scientists via sexual intercourse.”  Now, to figure out how to properly characterize the Captain’s reaction.  “The Captain was unable to resist the aphrodisiac, and the Dawoathki plan to take advantage of this.  They did not expect him to be furious about it, and there’s something else…”  He pauses.  “It is doubtful that expectation alone caused them to be drained so fully by the experience.  Perhaps it is to do with the aphrodisiac itself, but they believe the Trickster has a sort of psychic vampirism effect.”  Inefficient, emotional words, perhaps, but effective.  Just like many of the human languages.  “From what I observed, this appears to be the case.”
          “Another possession?” Nyota wonders, and—well.  It’s the logical explanation, and perhaps they really need to get some sort of anti-psi training for the members of Starfleet, but there’s also something—
          Something about the way Kirk appeared to, at least slightly, understand what was going on.  Like he expected the results, was using them, perhaps, as a weapon to neutralize threats.  About the way he worried about what he might do to his crew.  More data is, obviously, needed.
          “Set your phasers to stun.  The Captain is not in charge of his own actions and may pose a danger to ourselves or the natives.  In addition, they have proven themselves hostile, though it is unlikely they meant to kill us,” he orders, and the others nod and ready their phasers.
          They follow the tricorder’s lifeform readings.  It’s mostly a trail of naked Da`woat bodies, most in worse condition than the first.  Some are barely alive.  The doctor is getting consistently twitchier.
          “Aren’t you used to dealing with naked bodies?” the female ensign asks Doctor Featherby, who nods.
          “I want to stop and help these people.  I know they’re hostiles, but they’re hurt…” she explains, and Spock casts an appraising eye over her.
          “Do you speak to the psychologist about this?” he asks.  By the glare he gets from Nyota, that is perhaps insensitive, but the idea of so many mental disorders that a relatively large book is needed is something with which he is unfamiliar.  Of course, when the problematizing of mental conditions ended late into the twenty-first century, many humans were also unfamiliar with it, albeit less so.
          She shrugs, a defiant glint in her eye.  “So far, it’s only helped me do my job more efficiently, so other than a few tricks to get my brain to play along, I don’t treat it.”
          He pauses only briefly before replying with a single word.  “Logical.”
          The doctor smiles.