Fic: Possession 5/9 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 ______________________________________ Part 4. From Across The Great Divide.
Examining his weapon made Jim sigh. The phaser's power pack was down to half charge. There had been way too many crewmen for his liking between him and his goal. He had been tempted on several occasions to use the kill setting, but that would have drained it even faster.
Hendrie was already on his second power back and had his backup phaser out too. The younger man twitched in anticipation.
They were all riding high on adrenalin. It wouldn't be long now.
"Remember, weapons on stun. If you harm them without my permission, I will make your death memorable!" He didn't have to turn around to see the team's response. Jim had trained them well.
His stomach clenched as the hum of the turbolift began to slow. The sensation of deceleration rocked him. Eventually it came to a full stop and the level indicator beeped twice. They had arrived. His back muscles tensed painfully in anticipation. Now was the time.
The doors slid apart with a soft hiss.
Phasers raised high, they burst out of the turbolift. Jim took the lead and aimed at the Captain's Chair. The rest spread out around him, their weapons trained on the crew.
"No body move!" Seeing movement at the Helm controls, Jim fired at the crewman.
The man crumpled over his console with a gasp.
"The next shot is death." He dialed up the power for emphasis. Jim quickly switched back to the Captain's Chair. Seeing who was sitting there gave him pause. His eyes widened a little before he got his reactions under control.
Spinning the chair slowly, Kirk faced his counter part. His eyes lingered on the phaser for a moment. When he saw his face staring back at him, he paled. "What the hell?"
"Captain Kirk." An absurd notion made the corner of Jim's mouth curl. "Did you kill him too?" His eyes trailed over the form of the sitting man. There were slight differences in their appearances, but noticeable to the trained eyes. What drew his attention the most was the short hair.
"Kill who?" Kirk sat back in his chair. He grimaced as he noticed the weapon never wavered in its aim.
"Pike." The stunned expression made Jim sigh. Obviously the other man had failed some how. "Pity. I get the feeling he's a real prick in this universe too." With that, he dismissed the man as inconsequential. Confronting his duplicate was not the reason he had come here.
A survey of the bridge's layout confirmed that it was an exact replica of his own. That meant his real target was in the back left corner. His eyes were immediately drawn to the proud figure standing at the science station. Impassive dark eyes met and held his own gaze.
Jim had to swallow to wet his dry mouth. His pulse felt weak, leaving him shaky. "Spock." In that moment everything else ceased to matter and he began walking over.
Spock watched Jim as he moved, but other wise made no sign of acknowledging him. His posture remained rigid the entire time.
Coming within two feet of the other man, Jim drew to a stop. He could not help but to stand there and stare. The measure of time seemed to slip away, not that it mattered. Before him was the real prize, the only prize.
Quirking his right eyebrow, Spock inclined his head the slightest bit. "You know me."
"Of you, sa-katelau, and more very soon." Calm flowed through Jim as he spoke. Raising a shaky hand, he reached out to run the pad of his thumb over Spock's cheek. The intense heat under his touch shot down his arm and through his entire body. Jim gasped and closed his eyes.
"Get your filthy hand off of him!" The indignant shriek came from behind them.
Eyes snapping open, Jim spun to glare over his shoulder. Who would dare interrupt this moment?
Standing there in a red uniform, Uhura looked close to murder. Her fists were clenched and only the threat of a phaser kept her at bay. That didn't look to be a deterrent for long, though.
Jim opened his mouth to order her death. He was stilled by a hand being placed over his own. That was when he felt it; a slight brush against the fringes of his mind. He grasped for it like a drowning man, but the presence was already gone.
Raising his chin slightly, Jim cast a look back at Spock from the corner of his eye. "Ensign, call for the ship." His voice was flat, emotionless. "Tell them we have what we came for."
Torsign flipped open his communicator.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kirk's angry shout echoed across the bridge. He started to rise when a phaser was pointed directly at his face. He grimaced and sat back down.
Jim knew his aim was dead on without even looking. It came second nature to point and fire. Eventually he turned his attention back to his duplicate. The anger he saw directed at him made the man smile. He knew that frustration, was intimate with the many causes. "You and I are not so different, Captain. Given time and the opportunity, I have no doubt you would make the same choices."
When Jim took a quick breath, he nodded in the direction of the other. "But my need is far greater than yours." In a flash, the man twisted his hand within Spock's own. He placed his palm flat against the Vulcan's. When their fingers entwined, he pushed back mentally.
Spock gasped. He paled as Jim's mind touched his own.
"Commander!" Chekov's cry was cut short when a flash of red shot across the bridge. Groaning, he sagged in his chair.
Hendrie's grin was one of smug satisfaction as he redirected his weapon at another crewman.
"You son of a bitch!" Kirk's body straightened in his chair, but he remained sitting. His knuckles started to turn white where he clutched the arm rests. "You drop that weapon. Face me!"
Jim stared down upon the fallen ensign with dispassion. Calm held him, centering his mind and tempered his reactions. The urge to kill them for defying him was but a minor nuisance. "Ensign Torsign, where are we on getting off this ship?"
"They are standing by for your orders, sir." Torsign smiled at Uhura as he aimed his weapon directly at her forehead. "Whenever you're ready, we can take the prisoners with us."
"Tell them to lock on to us and Commander Spock. Leave the rest." Letting his gaze travel, Jim found that all eyes were upon him. He smiled. "On second thought, add Mr. Chekov. Just in case."
Face burning red, Kirk obviously had enough. Jumping from his seat, he made to rush for Jim's weapon. "I won't let you hurt any more of my crew!"
Instead of firing, Jim waited until the man was within reach. Then he swung the flat side of his weapon with all his might against the side of the other Kirk's head. That merely staggered the man, but a quick kick to the knee dropped him.
An arm around slipped around Jim's throat, preventing him from doing any further damage.
Jerking the invader against his body, Spock wrapped his other arm around the man's torso. He began to squeeze, applying enough pressure to make breathing difficult. "You will cease your attack this instant."
Jim responded by driving his elbow in to the Vulcan's ribs. He slammed the base of his fist in to the right side, under the ribs.
The resulting pain made Spock gasp. A second blow in the same place made his vision swim. This time he was staggered enough to loosen his hold. Sucking in a slow breath, he leaned harder against the human.
Now it was enough for Jim to break the hold by flexing his arms out. Even then, though, the Vulcan's strength was a felt. He grunted from the effort.
With nothing left to brace him, Spock fell back. His hands desperately sought out a hold to keep from dropping and grasped the first thing he could.
Jim cried out as his braid was latched on to. His back arched as he fought to maintain his balance. The pain was excruciating, but thankfully, didn't last long.
The woven knots quickly slipped from his hand. Spock quickly slammed back against the science station. The impact knocked the breath out of him and he quickly slid to the deck.
Staggered by the assault, Kirk stumbled forward a few steps before he got his feet under him. "You do not attack me!" Legs spread in a ready stance, Jim whirled on the fallen man, fists clenched. "You cannot win against me, Spock, I know all your weaknesses." Hair in his face, he had to knock them clear to see. By the time his eyes refocused, he noticed that Spock hadn't heard anything he had said.
Head lulling to the side, Spock's eyes fluttered for a moment, then closed. Green blood trickled from the right side of his mouth.
"No," he whispered. Heart clenching, Jim reached down and grabbed the Vulcan by the front of his uniform. With a loud snarl, he jerked the prone body off the deck and up. A quick bend of his upper torso, and he had Spock over one shoulder. While he settled the weight, Jim turned to his crewman. "Get us the hell off this ship!"
"Engage!" Torsign slapped his communicator shut.
A half a heartbeat later, golden light enveloped the four intruders and two crewmen.
"Spock," Uhura screamed as he disappeared before her eyes.
The last thing Jim saw before the energy beam swept him away were the hate-filled eyes of his fallen counterpart. Victory was Spock, and Spock was his!