fic: Haven 6/?
Title: Haven
Rating: Teen to R
Pairing : No Pairing, gen,
Summary -- Christopher Pike is on the crew of the ship that relieves Tarsus IV. He finds a young orphan Jim Kirk in a cell, and decides to adopt him. Very dark at first.
WARNING. ....Torture. Genocide....Also, language. The abuse is new to this chapter, and its explicit.
Notes: Please Review. I tried not to be too graphic with it, but its there. This is a dark fic right now, will be fluffy later.
back to: part one / part two / part three / part four / part five /
The guard leered at him. "Good. Now kick it over here."
Pike sighed and kicked the weapon over.
He needed to get control of this situation. Maybe if the guard leaned forward to pick up the phaser, Pike could rush him....
He couldn't let anything happen to Jimmy.
No matter what happened to him.
Chris Pike was going to protect Jim Kirk with his life.
Unfortunately, the guard wasn't as stupid as Pike wanted him to be.
Training the old fashioned weapon on Pike, the guard pushed Jimmy forward. "Go get his phaser."
Jimmy moved a few steps forward, his movements halting and uneven. The steps were shaky and unbalanced. Pike's heart clenched. The kid could barely stand. He looked ready to collapse. He'd gotten even grayer in the three steps he'd taken.
The boy bent to pick up the weapon, and promptly keeled over. He lay on the floor, unmoving.
Pike started forward.
The gun came up, and the guard cocked the weapon.
Pike stopped, cursing.
He was powerless. He was helpless. He hated the feeling.
He spread his hands. "Look, I'm not a threat. I have no weapon. I just want to check on him."
More than anyhting, Pike wanted to beat the shit out of something. It wasn't the first time today.
But it was most intense this time.
"I don't fucking care if the little bastard dies!" screamed the guard. He kicked Jimmy viciously in the ribs. The impact rocked the boy's body, rolling him over. Jimmy came to rest under one of the bunk-beds. He was deathly still.
Pike's heart stopped.
The kid couldn't be dead. He couldn't.
Pike took a step toward the kid. And the gun barrel came up.
"I don't care. You want to shoot me, you go ahead." Pike said. He wondered if he could get to his communicator before the guard fired. He couldn't afford to wait much longer. The other three would be awake soon.
Jimmy was frighteningly still.
If he was going to do something, Pike needed to do it now.
Using all his resolve, Pike pushed the thought of Jimmy away. He would need all his wits for this. He had to get the guard to look at Jimmy.
"Look, let me just look him over." Pike pressed. "He's not moving."
The guard turned his head to check on Jimmy, and Pike saw his chance. He ran two steps forward and launched himself at the guard. They went down together and Pike heard the gun go off. They grappled together on the ground for a second, but Pike was quicker. He got off a right hook to the side of the guard's head and he ended up on top in the fight. The guard dropped the weapon. Pike didn't bother going for it.
Pike wrapped his hands around the other man's neck and slammed the guard's head against the floor. He kept doing it until the guard stopped moving.
Pike thought he might have killed the man. He couldn't have cared less.
He slumped off the guard's body, and onto the floor.
His side burned. Shit. Had he been shot?
He hadn't felt it. Pike looked down. His shirt front was drenched in blood.
Shit.
Jimmy.
Fuck. For a moment, Pike had allowed his rage and pain to get so much the better of him that he'd forgotten his young charge. Adrenaline surged again, and Pike ran to the boy.
Jimmy wasn't breathing. Pike started rescue breathing for him, as his fingers sough the boy's neck. Jimmy's pulse existed, but it was the faintest one Pike had ever felt.
Pike was feeling lightheaded but he shook it away. He didn't have time to deal with himself now.
He pulled out his communicator, and yelled for an emergency beam up. Somehow he had the presence of mind to tell them that there were two injured in the party.
Pike pulled Jimmy into his lap and he continued breathing for the boy until he felt the energy swirls dissolve him into particles.
They materialized on the transporter platform with Jimmy still in Pike's lap. Pike continued breathing as the med team ran up to them.
One of the medics pulled out a tri-corder and quickly scanned the boy. "Not breathing, no pulse." he shouted.
No pulse.
Oh god. oh god. oh god.
One of the medics tried to pull Jimmy out of Pike's hands, but he didn't want to let go.
"Sir, please, I need you to let him go." Someone was pulling on his arms.
Pike pulled himself back, and allowed the medics to get Jimmy on the waiting stretcher. One of them climbed onto it and straddled the boy. He started CPR. Pike was unprepared for hard it was to watch.
Jimmy was terribly pale.
But the kid was in good hands. In anyone could save him, it would be the doctors on this ship. Pike moved down the hall toward sickbay; he wanted to follow Jimmy.
He suddenly felt more exhausted than he had in his whole life. His mind reeled.
So did the room.
Pike stumbled and nearly fell. Another medic was instantly at his elbow.
"Are you alright, sir?"
"Just tired." He needed to see about Jimmy. "I need to stay with that kid."
"Okay, sir, just let me help you to sickbay."
The medic put an arm around his waist. Ordinarily Pike would have chaffed at the assistance, but the room was still spinning slightly. And his head was throbbing. He could tell his steps were unsteady. He allowed himself to lean on a little on the doctor, who tightened his grip.
But just as the grip tightened the doctor pulled away like he'd been burned, staring at the hand that had gripped Pike.
It was covered in blood.
Oh.
Pike felt a little dizzy looking at it.
"Chris, how are you still standing?" the doctor asked, then he shouted for a stretcher.
"I'm fine." Pike responded. "Just have to see the kid."
He needed to know about Jimmy.
"We won't know for a little while yet just let us get you some help, too, Lieutenant. You can't help him if you aren't here to do it." The man had a point.
With that in mind, Pike allowed himself to be guided onto a stretcher; they would get to sickbay faster this way, anyway.
part seven
Rating: Teen to R
Pairing : No Pairing, gen,
Summary -- Christopher Pike is on the crew of the ship that relieves Tarsus IV. He finds a young orphan Jim Kirk in a cell, and decides to adopt him. Very dark at first.
WARNING. ....Torture. Genocide....Also, language. The abuse is new to this chapter, and its explicit.
Notes: Please Review. I tried not to be too graphic with it, but its there. This is a dark fic right now, will be fluffy later.
back to: part one / part two / part three / part four / part five /
The guard leered at him. "Good. Now kick it over here."
Pike sighed and kicked the weapon over.
He needed to get control of this situation. Maybe if the guard leaned forward to pick up the phaser, Pike could rush him....
He couldn't let anything happen to Jimmy.
No matter what happened to him.
Chris Pike was going to protect Jim Kirk with his life.
Unfortunately, the guard wasn't as stupid as Pike wanted him to be.
Training the old fashioned weapon on Pike, the guard pushed Jimmy forward. "Go get his phaser."
Jimmy moved a few steps forward, his movements halting and uneven. The steps were shaky and unbalanced. Pike's heart clenched. The kid could barely stand. He looked ready to collapse. He'd gotten even grayer in the three steps he'd taken.
The boy bent to pick up the weapon, and promptly keeled over. He lay on the floor, unmoving.
Pike started forward.
The gun came up, and the guard cocked the weapon.
Pike stopped, cursing.
He was powerless. He was helpless. He hated the feeling.
He spread his hands. "Look, I'm not a threat. I have no weapon. I just want to check on him."
More than anyhting, Pike wanted to beat the shit out of something. It wasn't the first time today.
But it was most intense this time.
"I don't fucking care if the little bastard dies!" screamed the guard. He kicked Jimmy viciously in the ribs. The impact rocked the boy's body, rolling him over. Jimmy came to rest under one of the bunk-beds. He was deathly still.
Pike's heart stopped.
The kid couldn't be dead. He couldn't.
Pike took a step toward the kid. And the gun barrel came up.
"I don't care. You want to shoot me, you go ahead." Pike said. He wondered if he could get to his communicator before the guard fired. He couldn't afford to wait much longer. The other three would be awake soon.
Jimmy was frighteningly still.
If he was going to do something, Pike needed to do it now.
Using all his resolve, Pike pushed the thought of Jimmy away. He would need all his wits for this. He had to get the guard to look at Jimmy.
"Look, let me just look him over." Pike pressed. "He's not moving."
The guard turned his head to check on Jimmy, and Pike saw his chance. He ran two steps forward and launched himself at the guard. They went down together and Pike heard the gun go off. They grappled together on the ground for a second, but Pike was quicker. He got off a right hook to the side of the guard's head and he ended up on top in the fight. The guard dropped the weapon. Pike didn't bother going for it.
Pike wrapped his hands around the other man's neck and slammed the guard's head against the floor. He kept doing it until the guard stopped moving.
Pike thought he might have killed the man. He couldn't have cared less.
He slumped off the guard's body, and onto the floor.
His side burned. Shit. Had he been shot?
He hadn't felt it. Pike looked down. His shirt front was drenched in blood.
Shit.
Jimmy.
Fuck. For a moment, Pike had allowed his rage and pain to get so much the better of him that he'd forgotten his young charge. Adrenaline surged again, and Pike ran to the boy.
Jimmy wasn't breathing. Pike started rescue breathing for him, as his fingers sough the boy's neck. Jimmy's pulse existed, but it was the faintest one Pike had ever felt.
Pike was feeling lightheaded but he shook it away. He didn't have time to deal with himself now.
He pulled out his communicator, and yelled for an emergency beam up. Somehow he had the presence of mind to tell them that there were two injured in the party.
Pike pulled Jimmy into his lap and he continued breathing for the boy until he felt the energy swirls dissolve him into particles.
They materialized on the transporter platform with Jimmy still in Pike's lap. Pike continued breathing as the med team ran up to them.
One of the medics pulled out a tri-corder and quickly scanned the boy. "Not breathing, no pulse." he shouted.
No pulse.
Oh god. oh god. oh god.
One of the medics tried to pull Jimmy out of Pike's hands, but he didn't want to let go.
"Sir, please, I need you to let him go." Someone was pulling on his arms.
Pike pulled himself back, and allowed the medics to get Jimmy on the waiting stretcher. One of them climbed onto it and straddled the boy. He started CPR. Pike was unprepared for hard it was to watch.
Jimmy was terribly pale.
But the kid was in good hands. In anyone could save him, it would be the doctors on this ship. Pike moved down the hall toward sickbay; he wanted to follow Jimmy.
He suddenly felt more exhausted than he had in his whole life. His mind reeled.
So did the room.
Pike stumbled and nearly fell. Another medic was instantly at his elbow.
"Are you alright, sir?"
"Just tired." He needed to see about Jimmy. "I need to stay with that kid."
"Okay, sir, just let me help you to sickbay."
The medic put an arm around his waist. Ordinarily Pike would have chaffed at the assistance, but the room was still spinning slightly. And his head was throbbing. He could tell his steps were unsteady. He allowed himself to lean on a little on the doctor, who tightened his grip.
But just as the grip tightened the doctor pulled away like he'd been burned, staring at the hand that had gripped Pike.
It was covered in blood.
Oh.
Pike felt a little dizzy looking at it.
"Chris, how are you still standing?" the doctor asked, then he shouted for a stretcher.
"I'm fine." Pike responded. "Just have to see the kid."
He needed to know about Jimmy.
"We won't know for a little while yet just let us get you some help, too, Lieutenant. You can't help him if you aren't here to do it." The man had a point.
With that in mind, Pike allowed himself to be guided onto a stretcher; they would get to sickbay faster this way, anyway.
part seven