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A Change of Stars	By : Prentice Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 1462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There were times in Leonard’s life that being a Jedi Knight and Healer meant facing the worst the universe had to offer; be it sentient made or just the ebb and flow of the will of the Force. He understood this reality better than most. Balance was important to most Jedi – if a life must be taken, a new one would be born– but even with the Force swirling around him, its comfortingly familiar tendrils washing away the fear and anguish of so much pain and life lost, he couldn’t help but feel as though he should have been able to do more.

Silently turning away from the lifeless body before him, he absently smoothed his fingers over his robes, the edges torn and still smoldering, and scanned the crowded and chaotic medical bay. There was so many injured and in pain, their screams and moans blending together with the gut wrenching sound of weeping of the frightened and lost. It was like a ghastly, haunting symphony.

One he’d heard far too many times before. One that made him feel incredibly tired inside. Old, like the elder Healers from the Temple’s Hall of Healing sometimes seemed.

Eyes once again scanning over the swarming medical bay, taking in the occupied bio-beds, the huddled figures stuffed into chairs and empty corners, he felt the keen tug of his bond with Jim. It had been mostly muted over the last few hours, as if his padawan was closing off his end and allowing Leonard to put all of his focus and concentration on the sick and the injured. It made Leonard frown, affectionate exasperation and worry filling him.

He would be the first to admit that Jim could be a pain in the ass at the best of times – that smart mouth and charm of his could get them both into a hell of situation on any day of the cycle – but he was also one of the most selfless and tenderhearted sons of bitches Leonard had ever met. It made him want to protect the kid, from himself more than anyone else, and was one of the many reasons why he’d taken the younger man on as his padawan. Jim might put on a good show but Leonard knew all too well about that soft underbelly the kid tried to hide.

Blowing out a breath, hand coming up to scrub at his tired face, he felt a warm flutter of relief flare inside of him when he spied a flash of sandy blond hair and tan but torn and grimy robes near the medbay doors. The feeling, however, was shorted lived. Gaze sharpening, he eyed the man struggling forward under his padawan’s guidance. He looked dangerously pale, blood flowing freely over the tattered remains of his Federation sanctioned uniform.

“Put him on the bed, Jim,” Leonard ordered, voice carrying over the den of noise in a way that only a true physician’s could. Turning away, knowing without looking that his friend would do exactly as he was told, he grabbed a nearby med-tricorder, fingers fumbling into his robes from a hypo. “Where’d you find this one?”

Jim’s voice when it came sounded entirely too weary and drawn; rough and raw around the edges as though he’d just got done with a particularly grueling session of katas. “He was the last we beamed aboard. He insisted.”

“Damn foolish,” Leonard muttered, more to himself than anyone else, as he waved the tricorder over the man’s prone form, lips settling into a grim line. It wasn’t looking good. Not good at all.

Glancing up at Jim, taking in the haggard but determined expression, he felt another wave of affection flow through him. From the sudden tilt of his padawan’s head, some of what he felt must have spilled over into the bond. “You did well, padawan.”

The smile Jim gave him didn’t quite meet his eyes, the normal shine in them dulled by exhaustion, worry, and brutal resolve, but it would have to be enough for now. Refocusing his attention back to the man in front of him, he pressed the hypo as gently as he was able to against the man’s neck, watching as the sedative took affection. Not that it would do much good.

“Know who he is?” He asked after a moment, mind and body working on autopilot as he tried to stave off what was looking to be inevitable now. Even with enhanced Force Healing, there wasn’t much he could do for the man. Just make him comfortable.

“Captain of the Farragut, Stephen Garrovick,” Jim supplied, voice catching ever so slightly. “He stayed aboard. Wanted the rest of the crew to get off first.”

A jagged shard of pain bloomed through their bond, the edges of it digging into Leonard’s gut before he felt Jim tug it back sharply and let it melt into the Force just as he’d been taught to do.

“Jim…” Leonard started, hand hovering over the Captain’s chest, the swirl of healing Force flowing through him and easing the man’s passage. The blood, ruby red like crushed Alderaan cherries, smelled sticky sweet and rusty between them. Sighing, he shook his head.

Now wasn’t the time. It never seemed to be when it came to Jim’s past. “We need to find out what happened. This all seems a little too convenient if you ask me and the Farragut was a ship of the line – not one that would be prone to accidents.”

The soft rattle of Commander Garrovick’s breathing, disturbingly wet and sucking, sounded quietly beneath the screeching moan of a nearby patient. Jim shook his head, mouth beginning to pinch. “There were scorch marks, Bones. I saw them right before we started transporting people over.” He looked up, meeting Leonard’s gaze, eyes hard. “Someone tried to blow the Farragut straight out of space. There was no accident.”

The apprehension, the strange shadow of somethingelse, something unbalanced, drifted through him, cutting through the healing Force that flowed and made him feel, for the first time since leaving the Temple, every inch the Jedi Knight he was.

“There’s a presence here, Jim. A signature in the Force.” He met his padawan’s eyes over the bio-bed, the small spark of life slipping away beneath his fingertips. “One that I haven’t felt before.”

“I feel it too, Master,” Jim replied, eyes dropping to the Federation Officer on the bed. Leonard nodded, hovering hand coming to rest on the finally still body of Captain Stephen Garrovick, Commander of the U.S.S. Farragut. There was nothing more he could do.

“The Force be with you, Commander,” Leonard murmured, hand lifting to disappear back into his robes. For a moment, he stared passed his padawan, the healer in him aching to mend all the broken bodies and broken hearts around them. “We need to get to that star base, Jim.”

“We’re only a few more parsecs away,” was the immediate reply. When his padawan’s eyes once more met his, they were blazing. “I’ll see what I can do for transport.”

Nodding, Leonard turned his attention on to his next patient.

“Get to it, padawan.”
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