Fix You

McRaider

Summary: Pike nodded, he slowly passed the PADD to Leonard, "What I'm about to tell you is to stay classified, no one but yourself is to know the details I'm going to provide. In two days when the Enterprise leaves for their five-year exploration, you'll be making a stop first, and that stop may very well destroy the Jim Kirk we know and love if we don't take every necessary step within our power to prevent it."

Author's Note: SLIGHT REWRITE ON FIRST TWO CHAPTERS. I love stories about Tarsus IV, so ultimately I decided to write one. This one has a slight twist that could be potentially triggery, this will deal with non-con, starvation and PTSD. Also I have tailored the story slightly for some twists.

Medical A/N: All medical information in here is fairly accurate, I've had a relatively extensive medical background in both medicine and psychology, and what I did not know or remember I was able to research.
Rated: R (any higher will be notated in each chapter)

When you try your best but don't succeed,

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you get so tired you can't sleep

And the tears come streaming down your face

Or when you loose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste.

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Chapter One ~

Leonard McCoy had enjoyed the majority of his shore leave, for the week and a half it had lasted. Until two days ago when he'd received communication from Admiral Pike requesting he return a day early for a brief meeting before he returned to his place on the Enterprise. Johanna had been surprisingly okay at the thought of her father leaving early, so here he was standing in front of the door to the Admiral's office. He knocked, unable to quell his slight concern at what Pike had called him here for. Was Jim okay, had something happened to him, was he hurt, or worse dead? He wasn't sure what he'd do if something had happened, as much as McCoy loved to occasionally bitch and complain about James T. Kirk, the love and admiration he held for the younger man went deep.

The door opened, Admiral Pike, with his gray hair and kind eyes, offered McCoy a warm smile before he stepped aside. A smile put some of McCoy's worries at ease. Pike wouldn't be smiling if Jim were hurt or dead. Pike closed the door behind the younger doctor and gestured to one of the chairs across from his desk, "Take a seat, doctor."

"Leonard, please."

Pike nodded, "Very well, Christopher then while you're here."

"What can I do for you Ad-Christopher?" McCoy caught himself as he took a seat, mentally noting how comfortable the chairs were and wondering if he could get away with stealing one. 'Oh lord, Len' he thought, 'spendin' too much time with Jim.'

Pike nodded, his PADD on his desk in front of him. He made a few gestures across it, before he folded his hands and looked up at McCoy. "Leonard, how much do you know of Tarsus IV?"

Leonard didn't have to spend much time thinking; he knew its history, or at least the information available to the public. He also knew that Jim had been somehow involved, though how he had no idea and he'd certainly never pressed for further details. "I know the public accessible information, and I know Jim was there for at least some of that time."

Pike nodded, "I thought as much, the story told to the public was…at least partly a cover story. There was some truth behind it, but there was a lot that was kept secret from the public for the sake of the survivors, and ultimately for the sake of Starfleet. We fucked up, Leonard, there's no way around it. Starfleet screwed up big time."

"Why are you telling me this, if this is all so classified, then why am I allowed to hear this so suddenly?"

Pike nodded, he slowly passed the PADD to Leonard, "What I'm about to tell you is to stay classified, no one but yourself is to know the details I'm going to provide. In two days when the Enterprise leaves for their five-year exploration, you'll be making a stop first, and that stop may very well destroy the Jim Kirk we know and love if we don't take every necessary step within our power to prevent it."

McCoy began to scan the PADD and could feel the blood draining from his face, his stomach churned with horror at what he read, "Starfleet covered up a psychopaths attempt at genocide as a death of crops?"

"They didn't know, and I was barely a kid out of the academy myself, I believed what they said, until the debriefing days later. We never would've even known what was happening, if someone hadn't managed to get a signal to us, and we still haven't figured out who did it or how. I assume you remember your North American and European history?"

"Yes, I recall it from my grammar school days."

"You recall Hitler?"

"The man who massacred thousands to create the perfect race?"

Pike nodded, "We never knew. He was purposely creating a world to do just that. He was testing theories, how long could people survive without food, how desperate would they become, what would they do out of desperation."

"That's sick, but how did he get the permission."

"Tarsus was one of our Starfleet's Elite colonies, we sent the best and brightest. These were relatives or high-ranking officials families that lived there. All to test out what the greatest education system could create, almost like a Utopia."

"Anyone who read their books knows Utopia is impossible," McCoy replied, listening and still scanning the information. "You said relatives and geniuses, is that how Jim ended up there."

Pike sighed, "Yes and no. We offered Winona the choice of sending her boys there, she was never really home, however George's family brother and sister would be there, and would be happy to help the kids along. Winona was quite passionate against sending her children, felt nothing good could come from it."

"What changed?"

"Her eldest son, Sam, ran away from home, and Jim drove his father's classic Cadillac into a gorge."

McCoy recalled that story briefly; it had been one of the more frightening stories he'd ever recalled from Jim's childhood. For Len, it was also the earliest event Jim had ever mentioned that was risky, prior to thirteen; Len had a hunch that Jim was for the most part a perfect child. "So Winona sent them to Tarsus?"

Christopher nodded, "Just Jim, Sam was adamant about making his own way. He wasn't heard from again for some time. I believe Jim knows his whereabouts, but he isn't sharing with anyone, even his mother. Jim arrived on Tarsus two days after his little stunt, without as much as a goodbye from either parent."

"And Kodos hadn't shown any previous psychotic tendencies."

"Neither did Hitler, in fact before their reign both men were stand up citizens, they were excellent public speakers. Even more important…people believed in them and what they were preaching. One man can change the course of history with well-spoken words. He only ever had to do a few check-ins at the beginning; from there we trusted him to create the utopia. Instead he destroyed some of the greatest minds we would've ever had, and the ones he didn't kill are scarred for life."

"So he brainwashed all his people."

"He brainwashed everyone into believing in him, and then when they least expected it, he had released a chemical that would eventually wipe out all their resources, it started with crops, but animals became ill too. Then he waited…two months people suffered, until finally they were desperate for help, he'd claimed he'd called for help, we were never contacted. He decided to slaughter four thousand people in the same of helping the other survivors. He chose the people who could for the most part ruin him, the ones who were hanging on harder than all the others…the list would have included Jim, but Kodos had taken an interest in the boy."

"An interest…"

Pike shook his head, "It isn't my story to tell what that means, that's all Jim has ever told me, and from the look in his eyes, I didn't want to hear more." Pike took a slow breath, feeling his own heartache at what these people had survived. "Jim eventually managed to escape, he rounded up the rest of the children and headed for the hills. He helped them survive for several for months, scavenging for food when he could."

"Until someone finally called for help?" McCoy studied Pike for a long moment as the older man nodded. "So what's the stop we have to make?" He handed the PADD back to Pike.

Flipping through a few other screens, Christopher turned the PADD back around to show and older looking man, a little older than Chris himself. "76 hours ago we received communication that Kodos is to be moved to a maxium security asylum, and that at this time we are the only ones within a reasonable distance to be able to pick him up and transport him to the new location. "

"Let me get this straight, we're being asked to move the very man who probably did most of the damage to our Captain?"

"After nearly fifteen years, I think those in charge are hoping Kirk was able to move on. He will be under guard the entire time and it should be an easy trip. The Enterprise is to pick him upl."

"Have you told Kirk about this?"

Pike shook his head, "No, I have a meeting with him and Riley tomorrow, I was hoping you would be there. He's going to need you Leonard."

"I'll be there." Leonard replied, though he couldn't quite shake the feeling that none of them would come out of this unscathed by the end of it.

TBC