The Enterprise and the Doctor

by denise3 [Reviews - 12]

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  • Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Crossover, Mystery, Series

Author's Notes:
I had initially planned to conclude with this chapter, but Spock is still giving me a lot of trouble (his mind is not a very comfortable place right now), this has already grown too long, and I wanted to publish something. So I chose a good spot to split it, and here it is, for your enjoyment. The conclusion shouldn't take much longer, it's already half-written and, with the Doctor Who marathon on Twitch (wow!) finally concluded, I'm back to my routine. This chapter hasn't been betaed so please forgive the mistakes.
Note that I'm not bothering with consistency with either the alternate timeline of ST:2009 or ST:Discovery, though they're not necessarily inconsistent with this setting. It's just that with an actively expanding canon (and one that brings some consistency problems on its own) it's not fun trying to keep an ongoing plot canon-compatible.

I'm not great with fashion, but if you want to picture this Doctor, I imagine him being performed by an older David Tennant, not as thin as Ten. Same hair would be fine, though I'm not sure about the sideburns. In the first episode he'd be wearing mostly light-coloured items: a cream turtleneck shirt with a jumper under a quite stylish (for the 23rd century) light brown collarless zipper jacket with disguised pockets and matching trousers, as well as his trademark overcoat, and cream running shoes. He also has a classical-style silvery wristwatch. It's somewhat of an oddity in the 23rd century but most people wouldn't notice it (maybe because there's a light perception filter on it). This Doctor likes turtleneck shirts and abhors ties of all kinds. His clothing would have been dirtied and blood-stained during the first episode after all that he went through, but the material is tough and wouldn't have been torn.

In New Sapienza he'd be seen wearing a light blue turtleneck shirt with a light grey jumper under a dark blue blazer jacket with matching trousers and dark red trainers. He often likes to wear shoes or some piece of clothing in a dark red color. He may sometimes use a patterned vest with pockets with the blazer jacket, instead of the jumper. He may use the same overcoat as our Tenth Doctor. The shoes could be seen as a laceless 23rd century equivalent to the Converses, I think. That's how I imagine him.

Episode II: Investigation

Chapter 10: Wrapping up

Spock adjusted the sling around his bandaged left arm. In spite of the local anesthetic, he still felt some tingling and discomfort. Doctor McCoy had insisted he used the sling until they could return to the Enterprise and their well-equipped sickbay. The low-powered disruptor shots had only scored glancing hits to his hand and arm, but even so his skin, tendons and muscle had suffered serious burns. He'd need many sessions with the deep tissue regenerators to regain full use of his arm.

Doctor McCoy had just gone downstairs with Captain Kirk to meet with the colony's Deputy Governor. The deactivation of the transporter blockers, as well as their commandeering of the colony's emergency transporter booths and all the local police forces, hadn't been well received either by the colony's leadership or by the heads of the University's subspace research programs. It had taken the arrival of Kenall and Rich, escorting an influential professor who lived nearby to join Senak and convince them that they weren't "playing soldiers" in their colony and that the threat was real. The image of the explosive device they'd neutralized in the house and their confirmation that many more were still around in the research dome had sent many into a panic. The Governor himself had had to be medicated. Spock was aware that the Captain would probably need someone with academic background with him, given their bias against Starfleet, and McCoy would help with that. He himself would have been better suited to that task, if the Captain hadn't needed him for another job.

He looked around the large room, with the reminders of their earlier fighting strewn about the floor. The technical team had been teleported, with the help of the orbiting starliner Asimov, to join their colleagues in the research dome, and one of the Enterprise security officers had gone downstairs escorting the human they'd found, drugged and unconscious, in one of the bedrooms. Officer Davison had helped coordinate with the police force until Kenall arrived, and then he'd been dispatched to the hospital to treat his cracked ribs. That left just him, the other security officer and Doctor Smith in the upper floor of the mercenaries' house.

Every few minutes Doctor Smith would narrow down the location of one or two of the explosive devices and forward it to Mr. Scott, who would use his sensors to pinpoint the devices and mark them down for teleportation into orbit. The Enterprise's own transporter rooms had been set aside for this purpose, with the other transporter units available in the colony or in orbit being used to evacuate the research dome. By now, however, most of the civilians had already been evacuated. The few stragglers were being rounded up by the police, backed by a few security officers from the Enterprise. Besides them, there were only the teams searching for the remaining bombs, and most of the available transporter units were now locked onto them for emergency beam out if necessary. Lieutenant H'sien had assumed command of the Enterprise's bridge and, in spite of her relative inexperience, was doing an excellent job coordinating the evacuation and the security forces on the ground, leaving their Chief Engineer free to coordinate the search for the bombs. Still, only about half of them had already been found. The devices were proving themselves to be very hard to detect while inactive.

Spock approached the remote control console. His orders were to help the Doctor if necessary, but also to keep an eye on him. The Captain hadn't forgotten how quickly the Doctor had managed to evade their vigilance before, and he still had questions to ask the mystery man, Starfleet Intelligence be damned, in his words. The Doctor seemed completely absorbed with the console screens, his own multitool, and the open communicator resting upon the console, and he didn't react to Spock's approach. Spock tried to read the information shown in the screens, but he couldn't recognize the language. It was different from the one used in the other equipment, and inaccessible to their universal translator. Spock wondered where and how the Doctor had learned it.

Two cyan lights suddenly started blinking at the console, and Spock saw the Doctor straighten up, alarm clear in his face. He turned his head, looking straight into Spock's eyes, as he talked to Scott through the communicator.

"Scotty, one bomb, no, two, becoming active! Sector 12 East. Line-of-sight activation. Impossible to revert, we must assume detonation will be immediate. They have to be beamed out and destroyed. Before they explode," he emphasized.

Spock, who had been listening to the command channel with his ear receiver and noticed the confusion on the Enterprise's bridge once the Doctor's warning was heard, understood. There was no time for discussion or clarification. The Doctor would need his help to defuse the crisis. He nodded his understanding and opened his own communicator.

"Ms H'sien, priority protocol, command channel."

"You're on, Commander," she immediately replied, switching the channel over to him.

"Mr Harris, target Sector 12 East, phaser setting 134, heavy stun, blanket area fire," he ordered the tactical officer. A last mercenary on the run, possibly using some sort of personal cloaking device to bypass security and get close enough to the devices to set them on. Not unthinkable, after the personal shields he'd seen earlier. The bombs themselves were shielded from these phaser frequencies and should be unaffected.

"Third bomb activating, Sector 13 North," the Doctor interrupted.

"Shift target to Sector 13 North," Spock added, "Fire when ready, Mr Harris!" He hoped there weren't too many labs in that sector, as the phaser setting was likely to melt or blow up their equipment. As it would hopefully do to the mercenary's cloak, if there was one. Hope. The expectation of a positive, preferred, possible outcome. It was a good term as any.

As successive phaser discharges could be heard in the background, he continued, "All teams near Sector 13, adjust tricorder setting to detect R-band vortron emissions." The same radiation he'd detected leaking from the power cells contained in the mercenaries' shield harnesses. "Ms Arantes," he called the ranking security officer in the area, "probable cloaked individual trying to leave the area. Fire upon detection." He listened for the acknowledgements coming through the security channel. There were a few vortron sources detected, all stationary at the moment. They'd have to check all of them.

"Bomb pinpointed," Scott said. "Preparing to beam it out!"

"Mr Harris," Spock ordered, "target teleport destination point. Full power. Fire upon arrival. Ms H'sien, proceed with ground security teams."

"Device destroyed," Harris confirmed. Spock could listen to Lieutenant H'sien talking to the teams in the background. They hadn't seen the culprit yet, but the teams were closing in. Meanwhile he had other things to check with the bridge crew, such as the beam-out coordinates for the next bomb and the scans of the debris left by the destroyed one.

"If one of them detonates, even in orbit, I suspect all the other devices are set to detect the explosion and arm themselves," the Doctor warned, as Spock was waiting for the conclusion of the scans. "Activation time estimated one minute 47 seconds total."

"Understood." That meant there wouldn't be time to find and beam all the other bombs out before they too exploded. A single device wasn't very powerful by itself, but a handful of well-placed ones could wreck the dome. Less than thirty seconds for the second bomb now. At least the Doctor hadn't reported a fourth activation. Yet. His hands were upon the console, operating a couple of buttons and checking the same screens over and over again, but apparently there were no changes. It was clear there wasn't much else they could do to help from here.

"Second bomb located!" Scott called. "Activating transport."

"Target locked. Firing," Harris replied. "Device destroyed," he added a moment later.

The Doctor sighed audibly. But there was still a third device ticking in the dome, and time was running out. They waited, listening to Scott talking to his scanners, as if they needed his coaxing to operate at maximum effectiveness.

Spock stepped closer to the console. He reached towards one of the handles, but his hand was already grabbing the communicator. He brought it closer, but there was nothing to say. He heard Arantes report finding two officers down. Stunned by the previous barrage, not killed. But they were all too close to where the device should be. Visual inspection negative. And no mercenary yet. Before him, the Doctor tensed and braced himself on the console.

"Last bomb transporting now!" exclaimed Scott.

"Firing. Device destroyed!" Harris confirmed.

The Doctor leaned against the console, eyes closed. Spock's hand twitched and almost dropped the communicator. He closed it.

"Two seconds," the Doctor said. "Just two more seconds..." Another light, this time an amber one, started flashing on the console, accompanied by a beep.

"It's not over yet," Spock commented unnecessarily. "Your dead man switch turned itself on again."

"Right." The Doctor went back to his multitool to decrypt the next code and stop the countdown. "Twelve bombs gone, eleven still to go."

"Mr Scott had estimated there should be no more than twenty bombs."

"He was working from the specifications I'd sent him," the Doctor replied, still busy at the console. "But these bombs are better shielded against scans than I expected. In fact, all the equipment these guys have are better than they should have been. Suspiciously so. Personal shields, improved devices."

"Perhaps your intel is less reliable than you thought. Or it may simply be dated."

"Perhaps." But he didn't sound convinced. He tried a few switches and touchscreen controls, then buzzed the console with his multitool and the amber light finally turned off. "Three minutes two seconds to go, let's find some more bombs for Scotty."

Spock was considering whether he should remind the Doctor of the probable mercenary still missing in the dome, when H'sien called on both their communicators.

"Commander Spock, Doctor Smith, a body matching the mercenaries' species was just found in Sector 13, hiding behind some planters. No life signs. There were a number of devices on the body, including a possible personal cloak and a vortron emmiting power cell, but they're all apparently destroyed or deactivated. Shall we beam it up into containment?"

Spock looked at the Doctor, but the man just shrugged, so he replied, "Proceed with utmost caution, Lieutenant. There's probably a self-destruction charge in the body. Maximum containment, low temperature, full EM shielding."

"Aye, sir," she replied. "We'll keep you updated of any developments. H'sien out."

"That's one less thing to worry about," the Doctor muttered while working the console.

"Doctor, how long do you estimate it will take you and Mr Scott to neutralize the remaining devices?"

"Well," the Doctor replied distractedly, "at most 25 minutes, but I'm hoping the ground teams will be able to help now, and perhaps with the adjustments I've made..." His voice trailed off and he briefly raised his head to look at Spock. "Around 20 minutes, give or take-" Something beeped on the console and he immediately returned his attention to it, before calling the Enterprise's Chief Engineer to tell him to point his scanners to Sector 23 Northwest. "At least one, possibly two devices there, thanks Scotty," he said before resuming his examination of the console's screens, having apparently forgotten all about Spock's query.

Spock observed him for a few moments to confirm that he was just checking and rechecking things. Then he decided to ask his question before the dead man switch countdown reached zero again.

"Doctor, do you anticipate any circumstance in which you might still need my assistance?"

"No, er, I don't think so," he rambled on, "you can't help me with the console, your Mr Scott and I are working very well together, if there was another mercenary in the dome we'd have already heard about them, and elsewhere in New Sapienza they couldn't do much damage, and I suppose there's enough guards downstairs..." He frowned and finally raised his eyes to scrutinize Spock's. "Why do you ask? Is there anywhere else you must go?"

"No, but there are a few things I still have to attend to-"

"Including deciphering my ID record," the Doctor interrupted him. "I understand! Well, go ahead, there's no time like the present!"

"Just one question, why did you ask for the credentials to be addressed to the Enterprise?"

"No I didn't, it was Zyb's idea."

"Zyb?"

"Ah, sorry, Director Maliky. She said that knowing me, and the fame surrounding ships named 'Enterprise', it was only a question of time before I got involved with you. But I believe it's possible she's added other records to my card." The Doctor immediately turned his attention back to the console, missing the look in Spock's face, as the Vulcan, aghast, realized how much he'd misinterpreted the situation. If the record really dated from the previous Director's term of office... He had to check it.




Fifteen minutes later, the contents of the record decrypted and listed on his tricorder, Spock wasn't certain what to think. Decrypting the record had been relatively straightforward, if somewhat time-consuming. The alternate decryption protocol was meant to be used sparingly, in circumstances where the default protocol might have been compromised. As a Starfleet officer on loan to SI, he'd gone through all the basic instructions and procedures, including the setting of his personal alternate protocol, but he'd never before had occasion to use it. He'd been assigned as a science officer to Enterprise shortly after his SI stint. He hadn't been aware that Director Maliky had taken an interest on his career, or perhaps she was just thorough that way, but clearly she'd assumed that he was expected to be on Enterprise for a while when she made the record. That explained why the record was addressed to him, as a SI qualified senior officer on the Enterprise. If there were other records in the Doctor's ID, they wouldn't be found by anyone else but their addressee.

The record was unusual. It described the Code 9-Epsilon-Gamma protocol, and made it clear that Spock, regardless of his current non-association with SI, was from now on the SI officer in charge of supervising all contact with the Doctor, as long as he worked with the Enterprise. No local SI agent or supervisor could supersede his authority, only the current Director himself or someone else specifically nominated by him. Under Code 9-Epsilon-Gamma, all information regarding the Doctor was to be classified above top secret, and cleared only for the Director's eyes or, unusually, anyone with verified personal acquaintance with the Doctor and whom Spock himself considered need-to-know, independently of their affiliation with SI. The Doctor (clearly John Smith was some sort of alias, the encrypted portion of the record always referred to him simply as "the Doctor") was a highly valuable SI asset, formally a consultant, but his existence itself was above top secret. Nowhere the record mentioned what his current mission was supposed to be, only that assisting him was to be assigned top priority, with the officer in charge and the Doctor himself responsible to resolve any conflicts. In fact, according to the protocol, if anyone ever questioned the Doctor's trustworthiness, that would be sufficient grounds to question the accuser themselves, and especially in case of emergencies, the Doctor's claims were to take precedence, regardless of how unbelievable they might seem. There was a lot of material on how to deal with the Doctor's claims, but it seemed to boil down that it was up to Spock, from now on, to judge them. Crucially, he was to discuss the protocol specifics with no one else, especially not with the Doctor himself. He should normally use only his current authority as senior officer of the Enterprise, and ideally only the Captain was to know, in general terms, about his responsibility as the SI officer-in-charge.

Spock felt very uneasy with all that. He was sharply aware that he wasn't at the top of his ability regarding reasoning about the Doctor, right at the moment. He urgently needed to meditate and recover his own inner equilibrium and peace. But he wouldn't have the opportunity until they returned to the Enterprise. He looked at the Doctor. What was so special about this human? Whatever it was, it wasn't obvious, and the record was silent about it. He did have knowledge and intelligence well above human average, but that was to be expected on an agent. He'd have to reflect on it.

In the meantime, Spock decided, normal Starfleet Intelligence protocol could be followed, once the current emergency situation was resolved. And in this case that meant that, no matter what the former Director thought about the Doctor, his ID hadn't yet been confirmed by the current Director, so the Doctor would have to wait until Spock managed to contact the Director, at least. Besides that, there was still the outstanding warrant for his detention, and the Captain was looking forward to questioning Doctor Smith personally, regarding the incident on Galinedoria. He was aware that, as the officer-in-charge, he was entitled to waive the warrant and release the Doctor, but he settled for being cautious.

The last device had finally been found by one of the ground teams, twenty seconds after the previous one had been beamed out into space. Once both the Doctor and Scott had confirmed there was no sign of another device, Scott released the transport blockers, and Spock could hear, through the communicator, the annoyed complaints of Professor L'nara, who had been nagging the Captain about them.

"Just have them use this subroutine," the Doctor said, passing a tricorder to Spock. "It'll allow them to recover at least part of the subspace sensor data points that were masked with the use of transporters." He seemed tired, and Spock lamented the necessity of detaining him further. As he turned to leave, Spock signalled for the remaining guard and stood on his path.

"Sorry Doctor, but you have to come with me," he said.

"Must I?" the Doctor asked, staring at Spock and ignoring the guard. There was something deeply unsettling in his look, and Spock realized he was suddenly unsure of his previous decision. He straightened up and decided against trying to give some explanation for detaining him. There was no point. The Doctor examined him for a couple more seconds, then relaxed. "Very well, if you insist." The Doctor didn't seem bitter, just... disappointed. How very Vulcan of him.

"Thank you, Doctor, I promise that you won't be detained for longer than necessary," he said, relieved.

The Doctor just looked back at him with his dark eyes and gestured, "After you." Feeling somewhat chastised, Spock turned and led them down the stairs.