Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-05-09 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | rated: explicit, slash, startrek, startrek xi |
Fic: Possession 4/9 StarTrek XI
Title: Possession
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own StarTrek.
Characters:Mirrorverse - Jim, Bones, Uhura, Chekov. XI - Spock, Kirk, Chekov, Nyota.
Words: 14972
Genre: Dark Slash.
Prompt: Mirror Kirk comes looking for something he lost: Spock.
Fandom: StarTrek XI
Pairing: M!Kirk/Spock, past M!Kirk/M!Spock
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence, Character Death, Sexual Activity, Dub-Con, Bondage, Dominance/Submission, Kidnaping, Angst, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use.
Recipient: Anna - Winner of Help_Chile auction.
Summary: A sudden rift in space offers one Jim Kirk the chance to reclaim what was taken from him. Spock will learn to accept his new life, whether he wants to or not.
Author's Note: Lyrics and title from "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan
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Part 3. Through This Night I Wander.
Jim's phaser was out before the last tingle of the transporter had dissipated. He glanced about him and noted the rest of his team were in similar stances. A quick jerk of his braid sent pain through his body, raising his adrenalin levels. They were ready for whatever they would find here, wherever here was.
A brilliant white light shown from above. It illuminated white bulkheads that were line with black borders to prevent visual distortions. The amount of equipment around them gave a pretty good indication they had rematerialized in a storage room.
Rolling his eyes, Jim searched for a hatch. He found one a few feet away. Thankfully, someone had designed efficiently as the control panel was right next to it.
Jerking his head to Ensign Hendrie, he indicated the security officer should preceed him. He was the quickest shot in the whole crew. If there was something waiting out there to attack, it would be dead before it could squeeze the trigger.
Creeping up to it, Hendrie raised his phaser. He reached out and activated the door control. The moment the doors slid open, he rolled out with his weapon held high. Coming to his feet, he aimed in a wide sweep.
There came no response.
Sighing, Jim headed for the hatch. He gestured to the two men behind him to follow his lead. As he stepped in to the corridor, he looked about. The white walls gleamed in every direction. For a moment he thought they were back on the Enterprise.
Then someone came around the corner at the end of the corridor. His golden uniform top shimmered slightly in the light.
Taking aim, Hendrie fired his phaser.
The young man crumpled to the deck with a startled cry. He lay there unmoving.
Snapping his fingers, Jim signaled to the Lieutenant behind him. "Scan him." He glanced back the opposite direction to make sure no one was sneaking up from behind.
There was no one coming.
Jim didn't know whether to be relieved or highly suspicious. On his ship, the alarms would have gone off the moment someone tried to beam aboard. Weapons fire would have drawn forcefields. This ship had done neither.
Disgusted with the lack security, Jim dialed up the power settings on his weapon. They would still survive an encounter with his weapon, but they would regret it.
Sensor out, the Lieutenant ran it over the body of the unconscious crewman. He watched the readouts on his tricorder carefully. "He's human, my best analysis confirms it."
Then they weren't of the Alliance. This wasn't one of their more elaborate ruses.
"Wonderful." Phaser clutched close to his chest, Jim started off at a slight hunch. "Stay close. Stun anyone that moves." He paused for a second to consider the situation. Then he added, "kill anything that resists."
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Taking the rungs two at a time, Jim shot up through the gangway. His weapon was out the moment he cleared the top. He needn't have bothered though. Strangely, like the past five decks, there was no one around.
He finished climbing up in to the corridor, sweeping up and down it with his weapon. Unlike the last deck, there were several lights out on this one. A hatch further down it hung partially open.
Behind him, the other three members of his team climbed up. They followed suit with their weapons.
The skin above Jim's left eye twitched. He was getting anxious the longer they went without encountering someone. "Derelict or battle damage?"
"Battle damage." Ensign Torsign indicated the another hatch further down the corridor. A thin plume of smoke slowly snaked out between the sealed doors. "From the looks of things, their power cells are drained and the ship has taken a hell of a beating."
Kirk narrowed his eyes. That meant they weren't getting through because of blind luck or stupidity. If the crew was busy fixing the ship, then the window of being undetected might soon close. They had to be fast.
"This is no longer an exploratory mission. From now on, we double time it." Moving down the corridor, Jim once again took the lead. There was now a destination in mind. Even if they were detected, they could still control the situation.
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Voices were speaking in anxious tones. There were about five distinct ones exchanging retorts.
From his position in the access tube, Jim couldn't understand a word they were saying. He glanced back at the rest of his team and held up five fingers. Then he started to count down. The hand on his weapon tensed as he reached two fingers.
Closing his fist, he slammed it down. He kicked open the grate from the lower wall panel. Rolling out, he heard the voices rise in alarm.
Good. They should have been fearful.
His first blast struck a woman in the chest. She went down with a cry of shock.
Three more beams shot out from the hatch.
Two more of the crew went down with cries of pain. None of them moved.
The remaining two tried to run and duck for cover. They barely made it three paces before crumpling to the deck.
His phaser warm in his hand, Jim smirked at the unconscious forms. This would never have happened on his ship. For starters, his people were always prepared. Like the crewman they had first taken out, none of these were armed. That was a mistake on their part. Not that he would complain.
These people were easy pickings. That made their conquest justified and eventual destruction a natural conclusion.
Rising to his feet, he signaled for Lieutenant Marsden to move forward and scan them. He began to look around the substation for an access terminal while Marsden got to work. It didn't take him long.
Jim marched over to the console and scanned the display with a sneer. They had left it running. On his ship, this would have earned someone fifty lashes. Fleeing your post without first securing access to it was against one of the cardinal rules. Death above dishonor!
Clenching his fist, he felt the warmth flood his veins. Pride. As always, just thinking the words made him feel it.
His free hand quickly flew over the controls. The systems were similar enough to his own that he had no trouble gaining access to their computers. He quickly brought up the ship's schematics and registry information.
"Sir, these five test positive too." Marsden slipped the sensor back in the tricorder head. Once he closed it up, he let it drop back to his side on the strap. "If the rest are like this, then we are definitely aboard an Imperial vessel."
"Federation." The word left a disgusting taste in Jim's mouth. "These people are part of a Federation of planets." Scanning the information he could bring up quickly without trying, he saw several similarities right away. "How sweet. Their mission statement is one of peaceful exploration."
Amused snickers came from around the room.
Jim quickly switched over to the personnel manifest. "Christopher Pike, Captain." Chuckling, he brought up a picture. The image was that of a man he barely recognized. There were none of the scars he remembered the man having when he had last seen him.
Before he could read the accompanying file, though, his eyes caught the next name on the list of crewmembers. Jim felt sucker punched. The air froze in his lungs as his heart began to pound. Swallowing, he exhaled slowly.
His fingers felt numb as they fumbled with the controls. Eventually, he managed to bring up a picture to accompany the personnel file. His breathing grew painful as he took in the visage of the ship's first officer. Without even realizing he brought up the internal sensor logs.
Eyes quickly seeking out the information he needed, he straightened up. His jaw clenched in determination. "Be ready, we're moving out in two. I just need to do something first." Reaching in to his back pocket, Jim pulled out his communicator.
The communicator beeped as it was activated.
"Enterprise, prepare to receive a datastream transfer." He never took his eyes off the screen once. Placing the device on the console, Jim synced the two. Once the connection was established, he watched the display for confirmation. He didn't have to wait long.
On the console's display, a status bar appeared. As it activated images began to rapidly flash behind it.
"That's it." Jim took a step back from the console. "Time to go."
"Aye, sir." Checking the charge on his phaser, Hendrie headed back for the access tube.
"Not that way!" No longer really seeing the ship around him, Jim turned for the doors. His steps were a distant thing in his mind. All his thoughts were centered upon his recent discovery. "We're going to take the bridge."
TBC