Fallen from Grace PT VIII
Jan. 28th, 2005 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassievalentineWell, apparently a mental health day is a good thing.
Title Fallen From Grace
Part 8
Rating R
Spoilers Xindi. Loosely
Summary The future is rough place and they've all done things they're not proud of.
On the other side of the planet, Phlox sat in his clean, white office. He glanced out at the other high rise buildings and the sun that was poking through the gaps and he sighed. He hadn't heard any of the others since they had landed here, nearly a year ago. They had all taken refuge in the dark, seedy side of town so no one would suspect them. He often spent time wondering who they were doing.
"Phlox! I'd like you to meet a friend of mine!" Bolero said as he came into Phlox's office unannounced. A young lady was presented to him, Bolero's daughter. They chatted briefly before he was pulled away.
He bid them farewell with smiles and handshakes before he put on a lab coat and sour face. He made his way down the clean halls, towards the basement of the facility.
"What is it?" he asked as he came into a small laboratory.
"They are responding well, no?" an assistant asked as they view the subjects behind the glass. His stomach turned and he asked himself again, why was he doing this? Right, to survive. he reminded himself. The standards of practicing medicine were different here. You had to harm first, watch the effects of the plagues and what not before they let you treat who they wanted you to.
He had tried to help the 'subjects' as they were called when he had first gotten there, but after a while, they had worn him down. He just didn't care any more. He wanted to finish this portion of his training and move to another part of the city, where he could open a small practice.
A smaller part of him, however, was starting to enjoy this, seeing the criminals that were brought in for medical research. He could pretend they were the Xindi and do what ever he wanted to them, it didn't matter.
They were only criminals after all.
Title Fallen From Grace
Part 8
Rating R
Spoilers Xindi. Loosely
Summary The future is rough place and they've all done things they're not proud of.
On the other side of the planet, Phlox sat in his clean, white office. He glanced out at the other high rise buildings and the sun that was poking through the gaps and he sighed. He hadn't heard any of the others since they had landed here, nearly a year ago. They had all taken refuge in the dark, seedy side of town so no one would suspect them. He often spent time wondering who they were doing.
"Phlox! I'd like you to meet a friend of mine!" Bolero said as he came into Phlox's office unannounced. A young lady was presented to him, Bolero's daughter. They chatted briefly before he was pulled away.
He bid them farewell with smiles and handshakes before he put on a lab coat and sour face. He made his way down the clean halls, towards the basement of the facility.
"What is it?" he asked as he came into a small laboratory.
"They are responding well, no?" an assistant asked as they view the subjects behind the glass. His stomach turned and he asked himself again, why was he doing this? Right, to survive. he reminded himself. The standards of practicing medicine were different here. You had to harm first, watch the effects of the plagues and what not before they let you treat who they wanted you to.
He had tried to help the 'subjects' as they were called when he had first gotten there, but after a while, they had worn him down. He just didn't care any more. He wanted to finish this portion of his training and move to another part of the city, where he could open a small practice.
A smaller part of him, however, was starting to enjoy this, seeing the criminals that were brought in for medical research. He could pretend they were the Xindi and do what ever he wanted to them, it didn't matter.
They were only criminals after all.
