Green-Eyed Monster - Chapter One - FIC POST
Title: Green-Eyed Monster: Chapter One
Author: asmallcrime
Fandom: Star Trek: AOS
Pairings: Kirk/Spock (Established relationship)
Rating: PG (this part); NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 2,242 (this part)
Genre/Tropes/Warnings: Action/adventure, romance, angst, jealousy, hurt/comfort sex, mission, slavery, child abuse, mindmeld, troubled_past, violence, infidelity
Author's Note: This story will have at least four more parts (of around the same amount of words), and I hope to have the next chapter out by this Wednesday. Please pay attention to the story warnings, and if any of them bother you you might want to skip this fic. I won't necessarily go into a lot of graphic detail but I won't just gloss over the subject matter either. Also, note that the story rating will go up. Finally, this story may get a bit dark at times, but never fear - it will have a happy ending!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Trek franchise nor any of its characters. I am making no profit off of this story. This is purely a work of fiction. Oh, and fan-girl love! <3
Summary: While on the Enterprise's latest mission to the vacation planet Xanthia X, Kirk and Spock end up having to investigate the mysterious disappearances of many visiting children. In doing so, it isn't long before a series of unfortunate misunderstandings places the men's own relationship in jeopardy.
If Jim were being entirely honest with himself, he would have to admit to feeling a certain level of grudging excitement about the Enterprise’s latest mission.
Although to be fair, the ‘grudging’ part of that statement wasn’t because of anything to do with the upcoming planet itself - nor did it have to do with anything negative Jim had heard about the natives. No, in fact, you might say it was just the opposite. Xanthia X was, by all accounts, a beautiful and hospitable planet. Some other members of the federation - those who had been lucky enough to have taken shore leave or vacationed there previously - even considered it to be a ‘little slice of heaven’ as the antiquated saying goes.
Yes, under normal circumstances Jim would be ecstatic. Being the Captain, he knew better than anyone just how much his crew desperately needed a chance to relax. Their last mission, where they had been sent into a trap thanks to a false emergency beacon located on a small world dangerously close to the outer fringes of Romulan space, had been exhausting for everyone involved. It had even, Jim thought grimly, cost them the lives of two fine security officers and one expert medical officer.
If only the orders regarding Xanthia X hadn’t come down from Admiral Komack, a man who seemed to delight in causing trouble for Jim whenever he could, then surely the prospect of their upcoming visit to the planet wouldn’t be causing the Enterprise’s Captain to experience such an irrational sense of growing uneasiness.
Sighing loudly, Jim told himself to stop being such an idiot. They would go down to the planet, speak with the local leaders and dignitaries, and then leave. It was that simple. It’s not like they hadn’t all completed missions like this before on multiple occasions…
Wincing, Jim realized how tense he had become. Reaching up with one hand to rub at the back of his neck - where the tension seemed to be the worst - Jim was startled when he felt another, much warmer hand, land on his neck and begin its own form of massage.
Eyes widening in recognition, Jim allowed his own hand to drop and leaned back in the desk chair for his Vulcan boyfriend to continue his welcome ministrations.
Groaning and allowing his eyes to fall closed, Jim vaguely heard Spock murmur, “You are very tense, Jim. I have observed an 18.45% decrease in your overall efficiency since we received our latest orders from Starfleet Command. Is there something troubling you?” Spock then gave the most wonderful twist of his fingers, successfully managing to loosen a knot of muscle in Jim’s neck and making the Captain see stars from behind his shut eyes.
Damn if Spock didn’t have the most amazingly gifted hands in the entire fucking universe!
Opening his eyes slightly, once Spock’s words finally made their way into Jim’s brain, the Captain muttered sheepishly, “It’s probably nothing, Spock. Just…you know how dealing with Komack always stresses me out - the guy is so damn smug that I… I mean, you know that I think he totally set us up for failure with that mission to Hathor XI, and what about when we visited that mining colony on Kryos II? Didn’t it seem to you that we were missing some rather vital intel that ended up needlessly costing us five good officers? It really pisses me off to think that a Starfleet Admiral would toy with innocent lives that way just because he has some weird vendetta against me.”
Spock’s hands paused briefly, a sign that the Vulcan was considering Jim’s words, before he replied gently, “Perhaps. However, the fact remains that there is insufficient evidence to either support or disprove your claims. Although it does appear that Admiral Komack’s opinion of you personally and professionally ‘leaves much to be desired’, as you Humans say.”
Muttering resentfully to himself, but knowing that Spock’s superior hearing would relay the words to his boyfriend as well, Jim answered, “You can say that again. Even Admiral Archer’s grudge against Scotty wasn’t -”
Just then there was a beep from the room’s intercom system, alerting both of the room’s occupants to the fact that someone on the bridge wanted to speak to them.
Frowning, Jim was about to move from his seat to go answer, when Spock beat him to it. The Vulcan withdrew his hands from Jim carefully and then swiftly pressed the button to receive the incoming message.
“Spock, here,” the First Officer stated, his voice taking on a more professional tone than it had when he’d been speaking Jim mere moments before.
There was the slightest hint of static in the female voice that said respectfully, “Commander Spock, sir. Is Captain Kirk there with you?”
Jim and Spock’s eyes met and held silently for a few seconds, before Jim acknowledged, “This is the Captain speaking. What can I do for you?”
The voice on the other end of the intercom almost seemed to sigh, though whether in relief or simple work-related exhaustion, Jim couldn’t be sure.
“It’s the Xanthian leader Lord Baxtien requesting to speak with you, sir. He claims it is a matter of some urgency.”
Curious and yet once again experiencing a peculiar sensation of foreboding, Jim said, “Very well, Ensign…Danvers, isn’t it? I’ll be ready momentarily. Just give me five minutes and then you can pipe down the message to the viewscreen in my quarters.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll just let Lord Baxtien know that you will speak with him momentarily,” the Ensign stated before signing off.
Doing a little sighing of his own, Jim then took another deep breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to stay calm. Glancing up at Spock, Jim said tightly, “Well, Spock, at least if it turns out to be bad news I’m already sitting down. That’s gotta be a plus, right?”
Giving a minute shake of his head, Spock maneuvered swiftly to Jim’s side once again.
“Jim, it is useless to cause yourself distress over mere speculation. It is likely that Lord Baxtien simply wishes to go over the final officer rotation schedule, as he had previously requested the information during his last communication,” the First Officer stated solemnly.
Pursing his lips briefly, Jim replied simply, “I hope you’re right, Spock.”
Jim is further pulled from his dark thoughts by an elegant hand coming into his line of sight, two long fingers extended into what Jim had come to learn was the Vulcan equivalent of a kiss.
Eyes shining and lips turning up in a grateful smile, Jim returned the gesture. The Captain shivered lightly when their digits met and stroked affectionately, Jim wishing suddenly that he could just skip the meeting with Baxtien and take Spock to bed.
Of course, it was then that the viewscreen chimed out a warning that a new connection would be achieved shortly. It was Baxtien, of course, and right on time.
Reluctantly, Jim drew away from Spock and turned to face the viewscreen screensaver. Naturally, it was the Starfleet insignia, and in a corner were the flashing numbers counting down the seconds until a full connection would be achieved.
In the minute and change they had left until the meeting, Jim took the opportunity to run his hands through his hair and down his torso in what he knew was probably a futile effort to look more presentable. For some reason, Jim could never manage to look as well-groomed as Spock, no matter how hard he tried.
Clearly, Vulcans were just awesome like that. Jim felt the corners of his lips turn up and he glanced at Spock playfully out of the corner of his eyes.
Only to find Spock watching the Captain with his best ‘Behave, Jim’ expression intact, which did nothing to discourage Jim and instead, just made him grin wider and even dare to wink at the stoic First Officer.
Jim couldn’t help but consider it a huge personal accomplishment when instead of admonishing him, Spock’s eyes smiled and his lips even curved upwards minutely.
But then it was time for work, when Baxtien’s face filled the viewscreen in front of them. Jim let his instincts take over, and he felt his face take on its usual professional mask, which the Captain had discovered long ago was the best weapon in any diplomat’s arsenal.
“Captain Kirk,” Lord Baxtien greeted smoothly, “and even Commander Spock. How delightful! I know that I requested to speak with you individually, Captain, but it is a pleasure to see the Commander once again as well.” And then the Xanthian leader held up one hand and gave a creditable approximation of a Vulcan salute.
Jim told himself not to feel jealous. It’s not like it was Jim’s fault that his own fingers refused to move that way.
While Spock returned Baxtien’s greeting in his own way, Jim replied warmly, “Lord Baxtien, it is wonderful to speak with you again. However, I was informed by one of my officers that you were having some kind of trouble?” Jim watched the man on the screen cautiously, as he still felt slightly nervous that something about this mission wasn’t entirely on the up and up.
But Lord Baxtien’s expression was open and friendly, and his bright green eyes held only genuine welcome. It made Jim fascinated all over again by the Xanthian people’s physiology. They were humanoid in appearance - outwardly, they didn’t even look much different than the Terrans of Earth, like Jim - but it was their coloring that was most startling. All Xanthian’s had very white skin, which shimmered with tiny specks of what looked like light green glitter. Their body hair and eyes, too, all seemed to come in varying shades of green, typically darker than the shiny spots on their skin.
Needless to say, Jim couldn’t help but find them all rather distractingly beautiful. Of course, according to Bones, Jim did have a rather peculiar fascination with all things green (except for the vegetables the good Doctor kept trying to force on him during meals, of course).
After Jim’s question, Baxtien’s expression grew pensive and his body tensed, as if the Xanthian was reluctant to discuss the issue at hand. Intrigued, Jim couldn’t help leaning in closer to the viewscreen, waiting with baited breath to hear what the other male had to say.
“Yes, Captain, I did have an important matter I needed to bring to your attention. You see, I have recently received information that some visitors to our world have went missing. But even more worrying is that they are not simply tourists, Captain - they are all children,” Lord Baxtien stated slowly, and with more than a trace of nervousness.
Concerned, Jim spared a second to glance at Spock, finding his First Officer’s own demeanor a bit more forbidding than usual, before the Captain turned his gaze back to the waiting Baxtien.
“That is disturbing, Lord Baxtien. I appreciate you informing us of this. We’ll alert the proper Starfleet channels, but in the meantime I would be happy to send along some of my security officers to help with your investigation. Do you happen to have any leads or clues as to what might have happened to the children,” Jim questioned, desperate for more information.
Shaking his head mournfully, the Xanthian leader answered, “I regret that I do not have much more information to share with you, Captain. My daughter, the Lady Jaxynthis, handles all important security matters for our planet, and she has interviewed the grieving parents of the children many times and has overseen countless searches of the areas in which the children were last seen. So far, she has indicated to me that we have little to go on. One thing that is particularly noteworthy, however, are the reports my daughter has shown me about potential Orion encroachment in nearby space. If these reports are indeed accurate, I admit to some worry that the children may have been abducted from our planet by Orion slavers without our knowledge.”
Desperately trying not to grimace at the mention of ‘Orion slavers’, Jim opened his mouth to reply, but found himself interrupted by his First Officer.
“Lord Baxtien,” Spock said firmly, “have the ion trails left behind by the supposed Orion ship been fully analyzed? Doing so may provide us with a way of tracking down the slavers, if indeed they are the perpetrators, and also allow us to rescue the missing children.”
The Xanthian leader frowned and looked somewhat uncomfortable with this line of questioning, “I believe so, Commander. At least as much as our on-planet sensors would allow. Though to be honest, I must admit that I am not very familiar with such things as this. I would recommend that you speak with one of our chief scientists, or my daughter herself might be of more help to you. Jaxynthis may already have the information you require in one of her various reports.”
“Very well, Lord Baxtien," Jim said grimly, "I’ll assemble a preliminary away team as soon as possible. After that, we’ll talk further about the officer rotation for a potential shore leave on Xanthia.” Jim and Spock then made their individual farewells to Baxtien, and waited for the other man to return them, before the Captain finally terminated the connection on the viewscreen.
“Well, Spock,” Jim stated with a trademark look of determination on his face, “looks like we’ve got ourselves a new mystery to solve.”
Author: asmallcrime
Fandom: Star Trek: AOS
Pairings: Kirk/Spock (Established relationship)
Rating: PG (this part); NC-17 (overall)
Word Count: 2,242 (this part)
Genre/Tropes/Warnings: Action/adventure, romance, angst, jealousy, hurt/comfort sex, mission, slavery, child abuse, mindmeld, troubled_past, violence, infidelity
Author's Note: This story will have at least four more parts (of around the same amount of words), and I hope to have the next chapter out by this Wednesday. Please pay attention to the story warnings, and if any of them bother you you might want to skip this fic. I won't necessarily go into a lot of graphic detail but I won't just gloss over the subject matter either. Also, note that the story rating will go up. Finally, this story may get a bit dark at times, but never fear - it will have a happy ending!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Trek franchise nor any of its characters. I am making no profit off of this story. This is purely a work of fiction. Oh, and fan-girl love! <3
Summary: While on the Enterprise's latest mission to the vacation planet Xanthia X, Kirk and Spock end up having to investigate the mysterious disappearances of many visiting children. In doing so, it isn't long before a series of unfortunate misunderstandings places the men's own relationship in jeopardy.
If Jim were being entirely honest with himself, he would have to admit to feeling a certain level of grudging excitement about the Enterprise’s latest mission.
Although to be fair, the ‘grudging’ part of that statement wasn’t because of anything to do with the upcoming planet itself - nor did it have to do with anything negative Jim had heard about the natives. No, in fact, you might say it was just the opposite. Xanthia X was, by all accounts, a beautiful and hospitable planet. Some other members of the federation - those who had been lucky enough to have taken shore leave or vacationed there previously - even considered it to be a ‘little slice of heaven’ as the antiquated saying goes.
Yes, under normal circumstances Jim would be ecstatic. Being the Captain, he knew better than anyone just how much his crew desperately needed a chance to relax. Their last mission, where they had been sent into a trap thanks to a false emergency beacon located on a small world dangerously close to the outer fringes of Romulan space, had been exhausting for everyone involved. It had even, Jim thought grimly, cost them the lives of two fine security officers and one expert medical officer.
If only the orders regarding Xanthia X hadn’t come down from Admiral Komack, a man who seemed to delight in causing trouble for Jim whenever he could, then surely the prospect of their upcoming visit to the planet wouldn’t be causing the Enterprise’s Captain to experience such an irrational sense of growing uneasiness.
Sighing loudly, Jim told himself to stop being such an idiot. They would go down to the planet, speak with the local leaders and dignitaries, and then leave. It was that simple. It’s not like they hadn’t all completed missions like this before on multiple occasions…
Wincing, Jim realized how tense he had become. Reaching up with one hand to rub at the back of his neck - where the tension seemed to be the worst - Jim was startled when he felt another, much warmer hand, land on his neck and begin its own form of massage.
Eyes widening in recognition, Jim allowed his own hand to drop and leaned back in the desk chair for his Vulcan boyfriend to continue his welcome ministrations.
Groaning and allowing his eyes to fall closed, Jim vaguely heard Spock murmur, “You are very tense, Jim. I have observed an 18.45% decrease in your overall efficiency since we received our latest orders from Starfleet Command. Is there something troubling you?” Spock then gave the most wonderful twist of his fingers, successfully managing to loosen a knot of muscle in Jim’s neck and making the Captain see stars from behind his shut eyes.
Damn if Spock didn’t have the most amazingly gifted hands in the entire fucking universe!
Opening his eyes slightly, once Spock’s words finally made their way into Jim’s brain, the Captain muttered sheepishly, “It’s probably nothing, Spock. Just…you know how dealing with Komack always stresses me out - the guy is so damn smug that I… I mean, you know that I think he totally set us up for failure with that mission to Hathor XI, and what about when we visited that mining colony on Kryos II? Didn’t it seem to you that we were missing some rather vital intel that ended up needlessly costing us five good officers? It really pisses me off to think that a Starfleet Admiral would toy with innocent lives that way just because he has some weird vendetta against me.”
Spock’s hands paused briefly, a sign that the Vulcan was considering Jim’s words, before he replied gently, “Perhaps. However, the fact remains that there is insufficient evidence to either support or disprove your claims. Although it does appear that Admiral Komack’s opinion of you personally and professionally ‘leaves much to be desired’, as you Humans say.”
Muttering resentfully to himself, but knowing that Spock’s superior hearing would relay the words to his boyfriend as well, Jim answered, “You can say that again. Even Admiral Archer’s grudge against Scotty wasn’t -”
Just then there was a beep from the room’s intercom system, alerting both of the room’s occupants to the fact that someone on the bridge wanted to speak to them.
Frowning, Jim was about to move from his seat to go answer, when Spock beat him to it. The Vulcan withdrew his hands from Jim carefully and then swiftly pressed the button to receive the incoming message.
“Spock, here,” the First Officer stated, his voice taking on a more professional tone than it had when he’d been speaking Jim mere moments before.
There was the slightest hint of static in the female voice that said respectfully, “Commander Spock, sir. Is Captain Kirk there with you?”
Jim and Spock’s eyes met and held silently for a few seconds, before Jim acknowledged, “This is the Captain speaking. What can I do for you?”
The voice on the other end of the intercom almost seemed to sigh, though whether in relief or simple work-related exhaustion, Jim couldn’t be sure.
“It’s the Xanthian leader Lord Baxtien requesting to speak with you, sir. He claims it is a matter of some urgency.”
Curious and yet once again experiencing a peculiar sensation of foreboding, Jim said, “Very well, Ensign…Danvers, isn’t it? I’ll be ready momentarily. Just give me five minutes and then you can pipe down the message to the viewscreen in my quarters.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll just let Lord Baxtien know that you will speak with him momentarily,” the Ensign stated before signing off.
Doing a little sighing of his own, Jim then took another deep breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to stay calm. Glancing up at Spock, Jim said tightly, “Well, Spock, at least if it turns out to be bad news I’m already sitting down. That’s gotta be a plus, right?”
Giving a minute shake of his head, Spock maneuvered swiftly to Jim’s side once again.
“Jim, it is useless to cause yourself distress over mere speculation. It is likely that Lord Baxtien simply wishes to go over the final officer rotation schedule, as he had previously requested the information during his last communication,” the First Officer stated solemnly.
Pursing his lips briefly, Jim replied simply, “I hope you’re right, Spock.”
Jim is further pulled from his dark thoughts by an elegant hand coming into his line of sight, two long fingers extended into what Jim had come to learn was the Vulcan equivalent of a kiss.
Eyes shining and lips turning up in a grateful smile, Jim returned the gesture. The Captain shivered lightly when their digits met and stroked affectionately, Jim wishing suddenly that he could just skip the meeting with Baxtien and take Spock to bed.
Of course, it was then that the viewscreen chimed out a warning that a new connection would be achieved shortly. It was Baxtien, of course, and right on time.
Reluctantly, Jim drew away from Spock and turned to face the viewscreen screensaver. Naturally, it was the Starfleet insignia, and in a corner were the flashing numbers counting down the seconds until a full connection would be achieved.
In the minute and change they had left until the meeting, Jim took the opportunity to run his hands through his hair and down his torso in what he knew was probably a futile effort to look more presentable. For some reason, Jim could never manage to look as well-groomed as Spock, no matter how hard he tried.
Clearly, Vulcans were just awesome like that. Jim felt the corners of his lips turn up and he glanced at Spock playfully out of the corner of his eyes.
Only to find Spock watching the Captain with his best ‘Behave, Jim’ expression intact, which did nothing to discourage Jim and instead, just made him grin wider and even dare to wink at the stoic First Officer.
Jim couldn’t help but consider it a huge personal accomplishment when instead of admonishing him, Spock’s eyes smiled and his lips even curved upwards minutely.
But then it was time for work, when Baxtien’s face filled the viewscreen in front of them. Jim let his instincts take over, and he felt his face take on its usual professional mask, which the Captain had discovered long ago was the best weapon in any diplomat’s arsenal.
“Captain Kirk,” Lord Baxtien greeted smoothly, “and even Commander Spock. How delightful! I know that I requested to speak with you individually, Captain, but it is a pleasure to see the Commander once again as well.” And then the Xanthian leader held up one hand and gave a creditable approximation of a Vulcan salute.
Jim told himself not to feel jealous. It’s not like it was Jim’s fault that his own fingers refused to move that way.
While Spock returned Baxtien’s greeting in his own way, Jim replied warmly, “Lord Baxtien, it is wonderful to speak with you again. However, I was informed by one of my officers that you were having some kind of trouble?” Jim watched the man on the screen cautiously, as he still felt slightly nervous that something about this mission wasn’t entirely on the up and up.
But Lord Baxtien’s expression was open and friendly, and his bright green eyes held only genuine welcome. It made Jim fascinated all over again by the Xanthian people’s physiology. They were humanoid in appearance - outwardly, they didn’t even look much different than the Terrans of Earth, like Jim - but it was their coloring that was most startling. All Xanthian’s had very white skin, which shimmered with tiny specks of what looked like light green glitter. Their body hair and eyes, too, all seemed to come in varying shades of green, typically darker than the shiny spots on their skin.
Needless to say, Jim couldn’t help but find them all rather distractingly beautiful. Of course, according to Bones, Jim did have a rather peculiar fascination with all things green (except for the vegetables the good Doctor kept trying to force on him during meals, of course).
After Jim’s question, Baxtien’s expression grew pensive and his body tensed, as if the Xanthian was reluctant to discuss the issue at hand. Intrigued, Jim couldn’t help leaning in closer to the viewscreen, waiting with baited breath to hear what the other male had to say.
“Yes, Captain, I did have an important matter I needed to bring to your attention. You see, I have recently received information that some visitors to our world have went missing. But even more worrying is that they are not simply tourists, Captain - they are all children,” Lord Baxtien stated slowly, and with more than a trace of nervousness.
Concerned, Jim spared a second to glance at Spock, finding his First Officer’s own demeanor a bit more forbidding than usual, before the Captain turned his gaze back to the waiting Baxtien.
“That is disturbing, Lord Baxtien. I appreciate you informing us of this. We’ll alert the proper Starfleet channels, but in the meantime I would be happy to send along some of my security officers to help with your investigation. Do you happen to have any leads or clues as to what might have happened to the children,” Jim questioned, desperate for more information.
Shaking his head mournfully, the Xanthian leader answered, “I regret that I do not have much more information to share with you, Captain. My daughter, the Lady Jaxynthis, handles all important security matters for our planet, and she has interviewed the grieving parents of the children many times and has overseen countless searches of the areas in which the children were last seen. So far, she has indicated to me that we have little to go on. One thing that is particularly noteworthy, however, are the reports my daughter has shown me about potential Orion encroachment in nearby space. If these reports are indeed accurate, I admit to some worry that the children may have been abducted from our planet by Orion slavers without our knowledge.”
Desperately trying not to grimace at the mention of ‘Orion slavers’, Jim opened his mouth to reply, but found himself interrupted by his First Officer.
“Lord Baxtien,” Spock said firmly, “have the ion trails left behind by the supposed Orion ship been fully analyzed? Doing so may provide us with a way of tracking down the slavers, if indeed they are the perpetrators, and also allow us to rescue the missing children.”
The Xanthian leader frowned and looked somewhat uncomfortable with this line of questioning, “I believe so, Commander. At least as much as our on-planet sensors would allow. Though to be honest, I must admit that I am not very familiar with such things as this. I would recommend that you speak with one of our chief scientists, or my daughter herself might be of more help to you. Jaxynthis may already have the information you require in one of her various reports.”
“Very well, Lord Baxtien," Jim said grimly, "I’ll assemble a preliminary away team as soon as possible. After that, we’ll talk further about the officer rotation for a potential shore leave on Xanthia.” Jim and Spock then made their individual farewells to Baxtien, and waited for the other man to return them, before the Captain finally terminated the connection on the viewscreen.
“Well, Spock,” Jim stated with a trademark look of determination on his face, “looks like we’ve got ourselves a new mystery to solve.”