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Protein Compound
Westerfield strolled into sickbay. Dr. Crusher was busily working. “What are you doing Doctor?“ He asked.
“I am trying to learn more about this blood compound I took from Data when he was sick.” She never looked up.
“What have you learned?”
“Not much,” she scratched her head. “I think I have found a compound to reanimate it. I need to conduct some more tests on it.”
“Reanimate it, how?”
“Everything I introduce from out side kills it. So I have taken some of the proteins out and have grown them, and have reintroduced them back into the compound.”
“And?”
“To this point it hasn’t had an effect. The compound has neither rejected nor accepted the proteins.”
“How much of the protein mix do you have?”
“20cc’s.”
“Good put 10cc’s in two needles and come with me.”
Dr. Crusher stood up straight. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“This is just in the test phase, I can’t inject this into a living being.”
“You will do what I tell you.” They walked through the corridors to Data’s quarters.
“Open the doors.”
Beverly tried, they would not open, “Oh well, it wouldn’t open.” She started to walk away; Charles grabbed her by the arm. “I said open it.” She took a deep breath, glaring at Westerfield. “Medical override, Crusher, Dr. Beverly, Delta 9.”
The computer responded, “There is no medical emergency inside.”
“Authorization override, Westerfield, Admiral Charles D, Beta, Beta, Beta.” The door slid open, “you have to know how to sweet talk the ladies.” He pushed Beverly inside. Sher had taken her true form. She didn’t have any hair on any part of her body yet. With the exception of her size she looked like a newborn child. “There is your test subject. See if your protein mix works.”
“I can’t do that. I can’t bring harm to a living being. I will be breaking my oath.”
“I am giving you a direct order. I don’t care about your oath. Try it.”
Beverly walked closer to the body. “Who is this?”
“That isn’t important. What is important is that you have done everything you can to save her.”
“I don’t even know if this will work. I could be doing more damage than good.”
“At least you can say you tried.” Westerfield never flinched.
Beverly leaned over her. She took one of the needles out of her pocket. When she would bring the needle close to the skin, the skin would move away from the needle. “This is remarkable. The skin doesn’t want to be touched by the needle. She is alive.” Beverly protested.
“I don’t care. Inject her.” Westerfield stayed calm as he could be. He tapped his communicator, “I need a security detail in front of Room 2667.”
Data walked into the room. “What are you doing?”
“This doesn’t concern you.” Westerfield snapped. “Dr. Crusher is going to save her life.”
“Dr. Crusher is going to kill her. Do not inject her with that needle.” Data voiced.
“It has a protein mixture in it that will save her life.” Westerfield raised his chin
with pride.
“Anything you inject her with will kill her.”
“Says you. I say Dr. Crusher needs to test your theory. Inject the stufff.”
“Dr. Crusher, do not do this.” Data pleaded.
Worf stormed into the room with his security detail. “Arrest him for interfering with official business.” Westerfield pointed at Data.
“Dr. Crusher,” Data backed up against the wall behind him, “you do not know what you are doing? Please do not inject her.”
“Why are we playing around here? I have given you a direct order.”
“This isn’t right.” Beverly protested. “I don’t know if this will work.”
Data sank to his knees in the floor as Picard walked into the room, “Beverly, please do not do this.” Tears welled up in his eyes. Please.”
“Could someone explain to me what is going on here?” Picard order.
“Running a test.” Westerfield was staring at Beverly.
“Captain, I can’t do this.”
Westerfield grabbed a hold of her arm pushing it down toward the body.
Beverly struggled against him. Even though he was older than her, he was much stronger. Data closed his eyes, feeding as much energy as he could to Sher.
“No!” Beverly screamed, “I will not do this.” She threw the needle away from the
body. Westerfield pushed her to the floor. Picard rushed to her side.
Westerfield picked up the needle, “weaklings, let me show you how this is done. You simply insert the needle into the skin and squeeze the plunger. I am amazed the Enterprise is functional. None of you can take orders. I am shocked that we are not wondering through space.” He laughed a most wicked laugh.
“Wait a minute, we are just wondering through space.” Data said as he collapsed in the floor. Worf went to his aid.
Sher reached up grabbing a hold of Westerfield’s arm.
When Sher opened her eyes, they were red. “Dr. Crusher was only trying to help you.” Westerfield stammered. She bent his arm backwards breaking it like a twig. Everyone cringed at the sound. He screamed. She then took the needle and emptied its contents on the floor before lying back down on the bed asleep. “Bitch! Bitch, look what you did.” The broken part of his arm just hung there. “Bitch!” He hit Jean-Luc, knocking him out of the way before wrestling Beverly, taking the other needle. He rushed at Sher with it. He stabbed at her but hit nothing. There was a protective shield around her. Data was coming around. Westerfield tried to stab her again but hit nothing.
“What the?” Data began to laugh. A transparent hand developed seizing Westerfield’s good arm. More and more a body formed, when it was finished developing, it was Q.
“I really don’t think you want to do this.” Q took the needle giving it back to Beverly. “Destroy this. You have been a bad boy Admiral.” Q lifted his broke arm. Westerfield screamed. “Dr. Crusher, I believe you need to take a look at this.”
Jean-Luc helped her to her feet. They escorted Admiral Westerfield to sickbay.”
Worf helped Data to his feet. “Is she okay?” He muffled a question.
“Yes,” Worf growled.
Data passed out.
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