Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-05-22 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | rated: explicit, slash, startrek, startrek xi |
Fic: Possession 6/9 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 5. Would I Spend Forever Here?
His skin tingled as the brilliance of the transporter room appeared around him. The first person he saw was his first officer waiting for him. Annoyance warred with a little pride at her sense of duty. "Report, Commander."
Taking in the sight of the man and his burden, Uhura partially raised an eyebrow. "Your mission was a success." Her eyes quickly darted to the rest of the party and their human cargo, but returned to Kirk.
Jim shifted the dead weight of the Vulcan higher up his shoulder before stepping off the pad. "And then some." He patted the firm behind as he passed her. "I want a full summary of their archives within twenty-four hours and anything they have about what happened in one."
"Already done." She snapped her fingers at a crewman standing behind her.
The crewman promptly presented her with one of three padds he was holding.
Following Jim from the transporter room, she scanned the screen. "It is an anomaly in space and time, artificially created by a substance known as red matter." Her clipt tone resonated down the corridor ahead of them.
"Of course." The thought that those idiots would be behind this didn't surprise him one bit. "The question is, are we in their universe or ours?"
"Theirs, at the moment. I've had Ensign Cargille set course for the anomaly at full impulse." Pressing a button on the PADD, she scrolled down through the information. "Scans indicate the anomaly is closing and we have only a small window of opportunity to return. Our shields will have to be restored before we can head through, but Commander Scott said it would not be a problem."
Jim stopped mid-step. Looking at the black clad legs, his jaw tightened. "Good. Inform me when we are ready to go through." He then took up his course at a quicker pace. "Have Doctor McCoy meet me in my quarters."
"Very well, captain." After tapping on the padd, Uhura handed it back to the crewman. "And what of the new Lieutenant Chekov?"
That was such a stupid question, Jim waved her off. "He's a hostage, have him trained accordingly!"
Conversation over, she stopped tagging along. She glared at his back, but made no further comment.
It didn't matter, her opinion was of no importance to him. He had what he needed. Seeing to that need was now his top priority.
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Standing in the doorway of their bedroom was the hardest thing Jim had done in his life. To be idle while another did what should have been his job made him antsy. Granted, what he knew about Vulcan biology could fill a hat, but, still, it was his mate laying on their bed.
Sighing for the fifth time in two minutes, Bones pressed his lips together until they were but a thin line. The readouts on his medical tricorder had nothing to do with his consternation, though.
Jim shifted in his boots. His hands were at his sides, but they didn't stay there long. "Well, what is his diagnosis?"
"Cardio bruising, you dumbass!" Slapping the sensor back in the top of his tricorder, Bones snapped it shut. That done, he whirled on his friend with a raised finger to point at him. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you realize you could have ruptured a valve in his heart hitting him there?"
"I didn't hit him that hard." Jim tried for irritation, but only managed to make it sound defensive. His voice was barely above a grating whine. Guilt was a nasty thing. "Something must have happened to him before I found him."
"Yes, another asshole who decided that hitting him in the heart was a great way to say hello, no doubt!" With that, Bones snatched up his hypospray. He checked the dosage settings, then slapped in another tube. "This will help his natural regenerative capabilities, but you're not to do anything too stressful with him or to him for at least a week."
"A week?" Horrified, Jim's eyes nearly bugged out from their sockets. "Are you serious?"
Bones lowered the hypospray while he turned to glare at Jim. "Only if you don't mind killing your pet Vulcan with a heart attack."
Glowering, Jim's hands clenched in to fists. Back straight, he marched out of the bedroom before he did anything stupid. He had to think here.
A half second later, the hatch closed behind an exiting Bones. His features were pinched as if he had tasted something awful. One look at Jim and he shook his head.
Unable to stand the silence, Jim turned to face his friend. There were so many emotions warring for his attention. All he could do was continue stand there and stare the confusion was so strong.
For several moments they wait for the other to speak. After a time it appeared neither of them had any clue what was it the other wanted to say.
Sucking in a frustrated breath, Jim looked to the bedroom doors. They stood silent and unyielding in his search for answers. "What the hell is going on, Bones?"
"That's what I've been asking myself." Raising a hand to his face, Bones stroked his facial hair. "You just came back from a duplicate 'Enterprise' with a dead man. Until I saw him in there, I would've sworn the man telling me this was a complete lune." He shook his head with a blank stare. "Even now, I still can't believe what my brain is telling me."
"How do you think I feel?" Jim finished with a scoff and chuckle. A tiny smile formed on his lips. "It's him, Bones, I felt him." He put two fingers to his temple. "Here."
"Jesus, Jim." Closing his eyes, Bones breathed slowly. Moving on impulse, he reached out and placed a hand upon the other's shoulder. "What do you want me to do?"
"Make sure this one stays alive," Jim said with a hitch in his breathing. Even if it was his mate's heart that was bruise, his own ached. Placing a palm to his chest, he felt it pounding against his ribs. Until that moment he hadn't been aware it was even still beating.
They were both alive.
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The ship's intercom whistled to indicate it was a ship-wide communique.
Eyelids popping open, Jim's head shot up. He immediately regretted falling asleep in the chair as his lower back spasmed. Wincing, he stretched forward and reached back to rub at it.
"All hands, this is Lieutenant Commander Uhura speaking." Her voice was filled with authority. There was no doubt she felt she should be making the announcement.
Ire flared behind his eyes as Kirk glared up at the speaker above him. "What the hell is that bitch up to now?" His charitable thoughts from earlier were all fled now in his post-slumber pain.
"We are about to enter the anomaly and return home. All non-essential personnel are to head to their quarters immediately. The passage will be difficult and stress factors may damage the ship. If we loose compression in exposed sections, the crew quarters are shielded and will protect you."
For a moment, Jim felt a moment of relief. Her commanding voice offered reassurance and knowledge of the situation. The relief was short lived as he realized what she was doing.
Growling, he reached over and slapped the comm button. "Bridge, this is Captain Kirk. Get me Lieutenant Uhura."
"Sir, I am sorry, but we are at red alert. All non-essential communications are prohibited." With that, the Ensign cut the channel.
Rage made the pain in Jim's back worse, the muscles clenching tighter. He was going to kill that fucking whore, both of them! The fact that the Ensign was right didn't register in his mind. All he knew was that his orders had been disobeyed and now he was being dismissed by a subordinate.
Gripping the arm rests of his chair, he dragged himself out of it and to his feet. He was a little shaky from the spasms, but he didn't let that stop him. Tugging on his uniform top, he headed for the door.
Heads were going to roll!
Alarms blared across the room as red lights embedded in the trim started flashing.
The next moment later, Jim was thrown from his feet to the deck. The ship shook violently as it impacted the anomaly. The world around him sheered and he saw reality distorted. Everything appeared to drag across an invisible barrier but remained where it had been.
Jim screaming as he felt his mind stretched from his body was the last thing he knew.
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A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes. Jim tried to focus his mind but found he lacked even the most basic of control. Groaning, he rolled on to his side. Pain made him whimper. Where it came from was lost to him; everything hurt.
His mind shied away from it every time he tried to focus on what specifically hurt him. Everything was generally wrong. Curling his legs to his chest, Jim shivered uncontrollably.
What had happened?
The words formed in his mind but no answer came with them. He had a suspicion he knew, but that knowledge was too horrible for him to face. Anger at his own weakness forced him to try.
Opening his eyes, Jim forced his eyes to focus. He had to blink a few times to clear the spots. When he could see, he noticed the emergency lights were on. That meant the main power was out.
They had gone through the anomaly. Suddenly, the memory of what happened came flooding back to him. They were returning home. Correction, they were home now.
The pain made him feel exhausted. All he wanted to do was crawl in to bed and sleep it off. For that to happen, though, he had to get up. Jim didn't want to move.
Out of sheer force of will, he made his body roll on to his hands and knees. Standing up was completely out of the question at this point. Still, he made it up enough to crawl. So, he started towards the bedroom door.
The palms of his hands felt raw by the time he made it to the hatch. Thankfully, the doors parted for him without prompting and he crawled on through. The bed seemed so far away, but he made it eventually. Climbing up in to it was a different matter.
Placing his hands under the blankets, Jim slid his head and arms between them and the bed. He slithered up to the headboard until his entire body was in the blankets. Rolling over, he snuggled deep against his mate. The pain of waking was completely forgotten as he drifted off.
TBC