fic: Haven 7/?
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. This is a dark fic right now, will be fluffy later.
back to: part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six /
Somehow, they made it to sickbay without further incident. That was saying something considering how today had gone.
Pike listened dispassionately to what they told him about himself.
Sucking chest wound….blood loss…Pike didn’t care.
What the hell was happening to Jimmy?
Pike could hear it, but he couldn’t see it.
It was the worst part of the mission so far. And that was saying a lot. But somehow he’d attached to the kid, and now he couldn’t help him. He couldn’t save him.
He couldn’t even watch.
He banged his head on against the pillow in frustration. He needed to get off this bed. A hand was instantly on his chest, pushing him back.
“Lieutenant, you need to stay there.” The tone was kind, but immovable.
“Jim…?” he croaked.
“We’re working on him. Now if you just stay still and let your self get treated, we’ll have more doctors available to look after the boy.” Damn, they knew how to guilt trip a man.
Pike didn’t have a problem with doctors, but he hated to useless, and bound up on a biobed was about as useless as a person could feel.
He hated it.
He was almost relieved when the doctor announced that he would have to be sedated to fix the projectile wound. Pike nodded and blessed the hypospray for the silence it granted him.
He woke to pain some hours later. The first thing he noticed after the pain was the quiet.
“Stay still. You’re going to be here overnight at least, with the possibility of release in the morning.” Doctor Adamson was kind, but mostly cautious man, so release in the morning meant that Pike was probably good to go.
He could push it, maybe, and get himself released early. Or he could stay and spend the night. But then if he stayed…maybe he could get news.
So he nodded, and did not protest the doctor’s decision. “All right, doc. I’ll stay.”
But Pike doesn’t care about resting. All he wants is information on whatever is happening to Jimmy.
After a long debate with himself, he decided to just ask.
The answer wasn’t good.
The prognosis was not favorable.
Jimmy wasn’t expected to live.
Damn.
Pike listened to the litany of the boy’s injuries with much more diligence than he’d listened to his own.
Extreme malnutrition…starvation…blood loss…multiple severe lacerations and avulsions to the back and spinal areas…nine broken ribs…lacerated liver…severe bruising of the kidneys…multiple spinal fractures…multiple skull fractures…punctured left lung…severe cardiac arrhythmia….
Pike stopped listening. He’d enough first responder training to know that any one of those symptoms could be life threatening.
Damn.
No wonder he wasn’t expected to make it.
Pike liked the kid.
Well, you never knew. Maybe the kid would pull through. Jimmy seemed to have a strong spirit.
Sometimes that was all that mattered.
Pike thought about asking if he could be moved to where he could see the boy, but he figured that might make it worse on him if Jimmy didn’t make it.
He wasn’t sure he could risk becoming any more emotionally compromised than he already was.
Damn.
They were keeping Jimmy in stasis for the time being, trying to build up his cellular regeneration, so there wasn’t much point for Pike to wait around when he got released.
But still, he hesitated at the door, not entirely sure he could will himself to leave.
Part of the reason that Jimmy was in that condition had been his refusal to reveal Pike to the governor’s men. At least some of the bruising and possible most of the broken ribs were his fault.
And Pike hated it.
With that thought in mind, he stalked out of the medical bay.
Pike prowled the corridors restlessly. He had no aim or destination in mind, he just wanted to move.
He felt like he had traversed the whole ship twice before he arrived at the observation deck. Normally he loved it here.
Pike loved to stare at the stars.
It reminded him of the desert. Of home. He wished he was back there.
But if wishes were fishes, there'd be no room in the river for water, he though. His mother had said that all the time.
She'd liked the stars as well.
Back in Mojave there was little light pollution. The area was still sparsely populated and as such there were few ambient lights. When you went outside on a clear night, you felt like you could touch the stars. Like you were one of them.
Pike loved the observation deck because he always felt safe here.
But not today.
Today the damn planet was visible through the viewscreens and he never fucking wanted to see it again.
He stalked out and tried to make himself come to terms with how he felt about the kid.
Where the hell was his mother?
Pike had known George and Winona back at the Academy. Hell he and George had been best friends, roommates. He’d been the best man at their wedding.
And nothing in his experience could explain why in the name of God she wasn’t here.
Maybe she was on assignment.
They’d kind of drifted apart after George had died. He had heard she’d married, Frank something or other, but still, she loved her son. Or at least, Pike had always thought she had.
So where was she?
Pike stalked back to his quarters and sent a couple of com requests. He even sent one to Win, just in case she was off world.
Maybe she didn’t know.
Maybe Kodos had killed her.
It would explain Jimmy’s sentimentality of her stuff, if that was what the guards had been talking about.
But her name, it wasn’t on the kill list.
Pike would have remembered that.
Then again neither was Jimmy’s. And he’d clearly not been one of the favored.
Pike hated mysteries.
He sent off a few more com requests, this time calling in some favors. He wanted to know about the boy’s history, past, and all family ties.
He could always talk to one of the kids, or go back to the cabin.
Pike was going to find out what Jimmy Kirk was doing here if killed him.
part eight
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. This is a dark fic right now, will be fluffy later.
back to: part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six /
Somehow, they made it to sickbay without further incident. That was saying something considering how today had gone.
Pike listened dispassionately to what they told him about himself.
Sucking chest wound….blood loss…Pike didn’t care.
What the hell was happening to Jimmy?
Pike could hear it, but he couldn’t see it.
It was the worst part of the mission so far. And that was saying a lot. But somehow he’d attached to the kid, and now he couldn’t help him. He couldn’t save him.
He couldn’t even watch.
He banged his head on against the pillow in frustration. He needed to get off this bed. A hand was instantly on his chest, pushing him back.
“Lieutenant, you need to stay there.” The tone was kind, but immovable.
“Jim…?” he croaked.
“We’re working on him. Now if you just stay still and let your self get treated, we’ll have more doctors available to look after the boy.” Damn, they knew how to guilt trip a man.
Pike didn’t have a problem with doctors, but he hated to useless, and bound up on a biobed was about as useless as a person could feel.
He hated it.
He was almost relieved when the doctor announced that he would have to be sedated to fix the projectile wound. Pike nodded and blessed the hypospray for the silence it granted him.
He woke to pain some hours later. The first thing he noticed after the pain was the quiet.
“Stay still. You’re going to be here overnight at least, with the possibility of release in the morning.” Doctor Adamson was kind, but mostly cautious man, so release in the morning meant that Pike was probably good to go.
He could push it, maybe, and get himself released early. Or he could stay and spend the night. But then if he stayed…maybe he could get news.
So he nodded, and did not protest the doctor’s decision. “All right, doc. I’ll stay.”
But Pike doesn’t care about resting. All he wants is information on whatever is happening to Jimmy.
After a long debate with himself, he decided to just ask.
The answer wasn’t good.
The prognosis was not favorable.
Jimmy wasn’t expected to live.
Damn.
Pike listened to the litany of the boy’s injuries with much more diligence than he’d listened to his own.
Extreme malnutrition…starvation…blood loss…multiple severe lacerations and avulsions to the back and spinal areas…nine broken ribs…lacerated liver…severe bruising of the kidneys…multiple spinal fractures…multiple skull fractures…punctured left lung…severe cardiac arrhythmia….
Pike stopped listening. He’d enough first responder training to know that any one of those symptoms could be life threatening.
Damn.
No wonder he wasn’t expected to make it.
Pike liked the kid.
Well, you never knew. Maybe the kid would pull through. Jimmy seemed to have a strong spirit.
Sometimes that was all that mattered.
Pike thought about asking if he could be moved to where he could see the boy, but he figured that might make it worse on him if Jimmy didn’t make it.
He wasn’t sure he could risk becoming any more emotionally compromised than he already was.
Damn.
They were keeping Jimmy in stasis for the time being, trying to build up his cellular regeneration, so there wasn’t much point for Pike to wait around when he got released.
But still, he hesitated at the door, not entirely sure he could will himself to leave.
Part of the reason that Jimmy was in that condition had been his refusal to reveal Pike to the governor’s men. At least some of the bruising and possible most of the broken ribs were his fault.
And Pike hated it.
With that thought in mind, he stalked out of the medical bay.
Pike prowled the corridors restlessly. He had no aim or destination in mind, he just wanted to move.
He felt like he had traversed the whole ship twice before he arrived at the observation deck. Normally he loved it here.
Pike loved to stare at the stars.
It reminded him of the desert. Of home. He wished he was back there.
But if wishes were fishes, there'd be no room in the river for water, he though. His mother had said that all the time.
She'd liked the stars as well.
Back in Mojave there was little light pollution. The area was still sparsely populated and as such there were few ambient lights. When you went outside on a clear night, you felt like you could touch the stars. Like you were one of them.
Pike loved the observation deck because he always felt safe here.
But not today.
Today the damn planet was visible through the viewscreens and he never fucking wanted to see it again.
He stalked out and tried to make himself come to terms with how he felt about the kid.
Where the hell was his mother?
Pike had known George and Winona back at the Academy. Hell he and George had been best friends, roommates. He’d been the best man at their wedding.
And nothing in his experience could explain why in the name of God she wasn’t here.
Maybe she was on assignment.
They’d kind of drifted apart after George had died. He had heard she’d married, Frank something or other, but still, she loved her son. Or at least, Pike had always thought she had.
So where was she?
Pike stalked back to his quarters and sent a couple of com requests. He even sent one to Win, just in case she was off world.
Maybe she didn’t know.
Maybe Kodos had killed her.
It would explain Jimmy’s sentimentality of her stuff, if that was what the guards had been talking about.
But her name, it wasn’t on the kill list.
Pike would have remembered that.
Then again neither was Jimmy’s. And he’d clearly not been one of the favored.
Pike hated mysteries.
He sent off a few more com requests, this time calling in some favors. He wanted to know about the boy’s history, past, and all family ties.
He could always talk to one of the kids, or go back to the cabin.
Pike was going to find out what Jimmy Kirk was doing here if killed him.
part eight