Disclaimer: Dr. Park and other people mentioned do not belong to me,
but to Roddenberry-Kirschner, among others.
Author's notes: This is set shortly after the events of the season 1
episode "Infection". I've chosen to use "Melissa" as Dr. Park's first
name because I think it fits her slightly better.
Easy as Apple Pie
Melissa Park stretched as she stumbled out of bed. She'd barely gotten
any sleep, thanks to nightmares of people dying in the streets should
that virus ever get loose again. But there was no more virus, other
than maybe a strain or two kept for study, and her re-engineered one
that wouldn't affect humans anyway. Taelons, yes, but her fellow
But no matter how many simulations she ran on her virus, she always
worried about making a mistake, the readouts somehow being wrong and
the corrected virus now not affecting Taelons, but being double deadly
to humans. Sometimes she did get nightmares about her work. The only
thing that she could do was try not to get scared silly. She didn't
scare herself silly very often, other than that Bloody Mary thing when
she was twelve and gullible. But superstitions were one thing, not
really anything to worry about. The things one was responsible for were
She'd taken an oath to help people, not harm them. Most of the doctors
she worked with considered the Taelons as much people as she did.
Jonathan considered them dangerous opponents, and practically everyone
in the liberation agreed, even Boone. Her Taelon counterparts had no
problems using humans as guinea pigs. The Taelons claimed that those
that they experimented on were all volunteers. Volunteers like those in
concentration camps, maybe. She wondered how Julianne Belman coped with
working with them on a regular basis, instead of the irregular basis
that she did.
Still, she thought as she changed into her clothes, she should make
sure that Jonathan didn't have access to her virus. Invading aliens or
not, she didn't like the thought of exterminating them wholesale and
she wasn't too sure about how itchy Jonathan's trigger finger was.
Sometimes you had to kill something to prevent further disease, but
only if there was no other option. There had to be another option here.
Oh, to meet an alien who didn't have the exploitation of humankind in
mind! Some being who was what the Taelons only pretended to be. It was
no doubt wishful thinking. If there was such a species out there, they
hadn't come to save humans from the Taelons. Maybe there was a species
out there, but the reason that they hadn't come was because the Taelons
had beat them.
Good thing she didn't have to deal with any Taelons today, unless they
paid her a surprise visit. She had to restrain herself, keep herself a
trusted human doctor, and she wasn't really in the mood for that at the
moment. She wished she could make things the way they were again,
eradicate all those partial CVIs and unmaim all those who the Taelons
"Right," she muttered, knowing that she could do nothing of the sort.
"As easy as apple pie."
She had become a doctor to heal, not harm. To fix, not break. To see
people smiling in gratitude, not grimacing in pain. Maybe she should
destroy that virus sample. No matter what, it might not be the right
way to take care of things.
But it might just save humanity. She couldn't forget that. Sometimes
good things came out of the worst of things. A silver lining. If it
meant the difference between humanity's continued existence and the
Taelons, she knew which one she'd pick. She knew too much to choose
Still, it was not what she'd been trained to do. Not what she'd learned
medicine for. Not at all. It wouldn't be an easy choice, but it was a
choice she'd have to make. If one species must die, let it die. If both
could live, if the Taelons could become what they only pretended to be,
so much the better. So much the better for her.
Because she wanted to be able to sleep at night. To be able to look
herself in the mirror. To not have to make that choice, ever.
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