[ST] Chiaroscuro :: PG-13 :: Gen :: 1/1
Title: Chiaroscuro
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim Kirk is captured and tortured. (Warnings: well, torture, but nothing at all graphic.)
They torture him; they strip him down. Physically. Metaphorically. It’s easy. He is a psychiatrist’s wet dream. He has father issues and mother issues and relationship issues. He has issues about abandonment and darkness and failure. He has issues about
love
+ sex
+ VIOLENCE.
He is damaged
and dark in a dark cell he cannot hide it.
His tormentors think
they’ve won. They
congratulate themselves,
loud and brash and brave.
It’s dark and cold and he’s scared and he cannot hide it. They can smell it. They can taste it.
They can’t break him
and they’re confused:
this should break him
and they wonder why
it hasn’t; they kick him
and are dissatisfied;
they talk in hushed
voices and shoot fierce
glances at him, and he
smiles with a gleam in
his eye and a cockiness
in his mouth even when
it bleeds. He’s broken
and he has issues and
he’s scared, but he
still looks at them and
he laughs at them.
They are confused.
o
o
o
time passes tick tock with hours and days and no real way of keeping track and he remembers stories he read about prisoners and fantasises escapes and always grins because the stories are ridiculous and he thinks about one day sharing them with Spock and Spock would raise an eyebrow and point out with his dry dry voice that they are not logical and Bones well Bones will be angry on principle mostly because he enjoys it and everyone pretends they don’t know and they’ll sit around taking pops at each other and Chekov will look a little bewildered and Uhura will do that thing where she gets close to Spock without touching him and Sulu’s eyebrows hit his hairline and everyone knows he’s making a mental note about the state of their relationship because that sort of information is always golden and
It’s cold and dark and he hurts and he’s quite happy for this to be over now, okay, thanks.
“Jesus, Jim,” says Bones, and Jim squints up, sudden light dazzling. He waves limply.
“Knew you’d come,” he says, voice slurred.
“Doctor, we do not have much time,” says Spock, and beyond him Jim can make out Sulu (he loves that guy and his sweet, sweet sword), and a woman in a red shirt - he blinks and tries to put a name to her.
“Knew you’d come,” Jim says again, as Bones and Spock haul him to his feet, arms tight around his middle. “Kelly, right?” he says, and the security officer widens her eyes in surprise.
“Keller,” she says.
Jim grins sloppily. “Knew you’d come, Keller,” he says. There’s a whooooosh of a hypospray, and Jim feels consciousness slide away as the arms around him tighten and Bones says, “Of course we came, you damned fool.”
The darkness is fine, because of course they came.
THE END
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim Kirk is captured and tortured. (Warnings: well, torture, but nothing at all graphic.)
They torture him; they strip him down. Physically. Metaphorically. It’s easy. He is a psychiatrist’s wet dream. He has father issues and mother issues and relationship issues. He has issues about abandonment and darkness and failure. He has issues about
love
+ sex
+ VIOLENCE.
He is damaged
and dark in a dark cell he cannot hide it.
His tormentors think
they’ve won. They
congratulate themselves,
loud and brash and brave.
It’s dark and cold and he’s scared and he cannot hide it. They can smell it. They can taste it.
They can’t break him
and they’re confused:
this should break him
and they wonder why
it hasn’t; they kick him
and are dissatisfied;
they talk in hushed
voices and shoot fierce
glances at him, and he
smiles with a gleam in
his eye and a cockiness
in his mouth even when
it bleeds. He’s broken
and he has issues and
he’s scared, but he
still looks at them and
he laughs at them.
They are confused.
o
o
o
time passes tick tock with hours and days and no real way of keeping track and he remembers stories he read about prisoners and fantasises escapes and always grins because the stories are ridiculous and he thinks about one day sharing them with Spock and Spock would raise an eyebrow and point out with his dry dry voice that they are not logical and Bones well Bones will be angry on principle mostly because he enjoys it and everyone pretends they don’t know and they’ll sit around taking pops at each other and Chekov will look a little bewildered and Uhura will do that thing where she gets close to Spock without touching him and Sulu’s eyebrows hit his hairline and everyone knows he’s making a mental note about the state of their relationship because that sort of information is always golden and
It’s cold and dark and he hurts and he’s quite happy for this to be over now, okay, thanks.
“Jesus, Jim,” says Bones, and Jim squints up, sudden light dazzling. He waves limply.
“Knew you’d come,” he says, voice slurred.
“Doctor, we do not have much time,” says Spock, and beyond him Jim can make out Sulu (he loves that guy and his sweet, sweet sword), and a woman in a red shirt - he blinks and tries to put a name to her.
“Knew you’d come,” Jim says again, as Bones and Spock haul him to his feet, arms tight around his middle. “Kelly, right?” he says, and the security officer widens her eyes in surprise.
“Keller,” she says.
Jim grins sloppily. “Knew you’d come, Keller,” he says. There’s a whooooosh of a hypospray, and Jim feels consciousness slide away as the arms around him tighten and Bones says, “Of course we came, you damned fool.”
The darkness is fine, because of course they came.
THE END