New Fic: Once More: Consequences Pt. 4/?
Not that I haven't had this sitting in my hard drive for long enough, but I actually was afraid to touch the fic for awhile, isn't that silly? Didn't like the dark turn it took and I must admit it needed some editing anyway so it's a good thing I went over it again before posting tonight.
Title: Once More: Consequences Pt. 4/?
Author: Nikita
Pairing: story arc: Nu!Mc/Original Spock, Nu!Mc/Nu!Sp
Reboot Universe
Warnings: Language, torture, rape, angst
Author's Notes: After those warnings above, don't say I didn't warn you...gets dark before it gets better...
Pt. 4
Kirk fought as best he could and he could see his Bones and Spock try as well, but both were hit hard on the head and then injected with hyposprays while stunned. Jim was easily subdued and swung up on a hook that held his arms taut and painfully above his head; his toes barely touched the floor. Helplessly he watched as his friends were left on the floor of the cell, their movements to stand up sluggish and they seemed confused as to where they were and what was happening. The robed alien pulled out another hypospray and jabbed it into Spock’s neck with a hissing sibilant laugh that almost seemed gleeful. He held Spock’s head up, the Vulcan made an attempt to swat the hand away, but it seemed like he couldn’t see clearly enough to connect. The alien seemed to be waiting for some effect - something in the eyes. Slowly Spock’s spine straightened and from his point of view Kirk saw something odd - passion. Even at his most passionate beating of Jim when he’d provoked him about his mother there had been almost coldness in his eyes, now…now he saw something very different. The alien turned to look at Jim, as if to make extra sure the Captain saw it, too.
“Another few minutes and I doubt I’d want to be in this room if I were you - who knows how long the effects will last or their ultimate outcome, but you wanted to watch,” the alien laughed. He transported away, but Jim knew he was on the other side of the mirror, watching the havoc he had just unleashed.
And it was just that. McCoy swayed and his eyes were glassy, Spock had a glassy look to his eye, too, but there was that something more…that dangerous gleam. Jim realized that the aliens probably intended Spock to attack McCoy - and possibly Kirk; he decided to try and distract the Vulcan from his drugged friend.
“Spock? Spock, look at me, that’s an order,” he said in his most commanding voice. Spock turned and looked at Kirk as if just noticing him in the room.
“Do not tell me what to do.” It was said quietly, but with menace so distinct it scared Jim.
He knew first hand how strong Spock was and how quickly he could strike. His attack on the bridge during the Nero debacle was still fresh on his mind. Still, he would much rather Spock strike him than McCoy. Jim glanced quickly at Bones to see if he was okay, it was a mistake, Spock’s attention was also turned to the doctor by his gaze. ‘Shit,’ Kirk thought, ‘should’ve maintained eye contact. “Spock!” He tried again, “Spock fight whatever they’ve given you and come help me off this damned hook.”
Spock ignored him, his back to him, but from the hunched look of his shoulders it was obvious he was focused wholly on the dazed man before him. Bones, for that matter, didn’t look scared. He was so out of it he was blinking and squinting, it seemed like he didn’t know what was going on at all. Jim prayed if something did happen, his friend wouldn’t remember it, if he survived it at all. ‘God, I have to stop this!’
“Spock!” he yelled again. Also hoping Bones would get a hint and back away without him having to say it.
The Vulcan continued to ignore him, but took one step closer to the swaying human in front of him.
“Spock?” McCoy asked in a vague, quiet voice. He blinked again and seemed to finally see him. “Are you all right?” he asked, typically Dr. McCoy. Jim struggled for purchase to free his hands, tried pulling twisting, knowing something awful was about to happen…
***
Gul Dinian’s eyes were riveted to the scene before him, his anticipation great. Jakar kept glancing at him as unobtrusively as he could. The other crewman behind him was Delmak, a childhood friend of Jakar’s and one he felt he could possibly rely on. He’d dropped a hint or two over a glass of Kanar and reminiscing of old favorite spots on Cardassia Prime. He’d hoped the man understood - if the Gul seemed as unhinged to him as he did to Jakar, he should be replaced. With Jakar as head he would regain their lost honor by obtaining useful information for their superiors, thereby possibly allowing them to return home.
He had a feeling Delmak was of a similar mind now, but was waiting for further evidence to uphold their actions should they face a tribunal back home later. All of the Gul’s erratic behavior, waste of resources and movements were being carefully recorded. Still, they must wait - this final scene the Gul so looked forward to would likely be his last. ‘Let him enjoy it,’ Jakar thought with growing purpose and ambition. He would soon be captain of a better ship than this one if he could take down a Gul from such a family. But then he’d have to watch his back - the family might be relieved to be rid of their embarrassment of a relative or they might retaliate, he’d worry about that later, though.
He returned his attention to the ‘experiment’ as the Gul put it. The Vulcan had been injected with the same drug that had caused his mental faculties to be damaged enough to lose control of his impulses. Dinian had given him a powerful aphrodisiac on top of that - though the aphrodisiac worked on many species near their own domain, it had yet to be tested on humans or Vulcans - Jakar had to admit he was curious of the reaction, even if it had no real practical application for the Cardassia’s plans in any section of the Alpha quadrant.
He watched as the healer approached the Vulcan with stumbling steps, the human had the first drug, too, but not the aphrodisiac, Dinian didn’t want the human to enjoy what he hoped would happen next, only for the human to be unable to fight back. The Vulcan stilled as the human approached. Jakar found himself leaning forward slightly despite himself…it had been a rather boring mission after all, might as well enjoy the entertainment as Dinian kept saying.
***
“Spock?” McCoy asked again - he was certain it was Spock, his vision was a little distorted but he could see the dark hair and blue tunic well enough. He shook his head slightly to clear it and that was a mistake, he grabbed his head as the room swam. A strong arm grabbed his and kept him from falling.
“Thanks, what did they give us? Is this what they gave you earlier?” he asked, opening his eyes and trying to focus on Spock once more. The Vulcan’s eyes burned into his own and he found it easier to focus slightly now that the man was closer.
“Yes. And I have been given something else as well.” The voice sounded odd, McCoy tried his best to push past the drug’s effects and look into Spock’s eyes with a professional point of view, and he saw the Vulcan’s eyes were dilated so much there was barely a ring of dark brown around them. McCoy wondered if his looked like that too.
//Not quite as dilated...the blue is still there - so beautiful….I could lose myself in those eyes - so like the ocean my mother took me to see on Earth as a small child.//
McCoy was surprised at the telepathic speech almost as much as what Spock had revealed to him. “Hunh?” he asked inelegantly.
//I see now why he chose you - took you - I would take you now.//
McCoy glanced around and saw a vague shape that must be Jim. He dared not let Jim know what Spock was saying…and the aliens…where were the aliens?
//Hiding like the cowards they are - they will be punished for what they did to you, T’hyla.//
Leonard, tried to free his arm from Spock’s, but found he couldn’t. Concentrating as best he could with the drugged feeling weighing his mind down he responded, //I am not your T’hyla// he stated firmly.
//He stole you from me…he knew you and I were destined to be together - he is old, he is clinging to the past - you and I were meant to be - we will be.//
Leonard was beginning to become scared, obviously whatever else they’d given Spock was giving him a feeling of possession and possibly lust. He had a dreadful idea of just what the aliens were planning to have happen here. And with Spock’s hand gripping him so hard on his arm and McCoy unable to even begin to remember how to raise his shields - his thoughts were laid open, bare to the Vulcan clutching him.
//Forget the cowards for a moment - can you honestly say you are not attracted to me?// Spock demanded.
McCoy tried desperately to remember the concepts of shielding, the first step…the first step was to clear the mind…he tried and could not help but do the opposite - jumbled daydreams of this Spock’s eyes on him and wondering what it would be like to make love to the younger version of his lover all came spilling forth.
//You want me and I want you…why fight it?//
Spock let go for a moment, but only to savagely turn to a metal table and break through the bonds that held his wrists together. McCoy flinched at the violent action. He tried to take Spock’s momentary distraction to distance himself, but found Spock’s hand gripping him again - hard enough to bruise. Spock’s other hand now came up and found the meld points on Leonard’s face. Leonard nearly fought the meld, but knew from his true T’hyla that such actions would only make things worse so he tried to relax and let this Spock in. Perhaps he could help Spock fight off the effects. He tried desperately to ignore Kirk’s presence somewhere in the room he could no longer see…
**He was inside Spock’s mind, no - he was in his own, he was full of lust, no he was scared and trying not to give in to it - he was in need desperate with the need to connect - so lonely and so in need - no, he was a doctor and he knew the drug making Spock act this way - it must be a strong aphrodisiac, he was a patient in need, he was not scared anymore, he had no judgment on the man, take what was needed…**
Spock blinked and shook his head, struggling as McCoy had earlier with the drugs.
//NO - this is wrong - it is the drugs - I am not myself - I will not give in!// Spock suddenly shouted in Leonard’s mind.
McCoy winced, //But I can feel the need, you will not feel relief until you have completed the act - and further more, we won’t be let off the hook so lightly. But if you can retain as much control as possible - perhaps you will not hurt me as badly as they think.//
Spock pulled out of the meld as if burned and turned away, letting Leonard go so abruptly that McCoy fell, both from physical and mental pain.
***
Dinian threw a data padd at the viewport, “What the blazes is taking so long? Why doesn’t he fuck him? He seemed ready to and then he just grabbed his face and then turns away! Maybe I should inject some more of the drug…or maybe Vulcans don’t fuck humans - perhaps I should give it to the other human.” Then he seemed to think on it and a manic smile filled his face as he thought of taking the aphrodisiac himself, but just as he was about to voice it he saw the Vulcan turn back and haul the human up.
“Finally!” he chortled.
Jakar glanced back at Delmak and his friend gave a slight nod and then gestured for Jakar to look back at the scene being played out. Not quite yet, but Jakar was more certain of his alliance.
***
Spock hauled McCoy up to his feet, he took his arms and broke the bindings against the table as he’d done for himself, the movement sent a jarring pain up his arms and McCoy gasped. Spock was silent, he did not respond even to McCoy’s attempts to ask him what he was up to telepathically. He was scared now - was Spock giving the captors their show or was he truly going to rape him? That was the first time he allowed him to think the word rape. For that was obviously what was going to happen. Spock ripped off McCoy’s shirt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, pushing the human over the cold metal table. Leonard shivered, not only from the cold, but from fear.
//Spock?// he tried again. //Please answer me!//
//Quiet// came a brusque reply and there was no other response after that. Leonard felt tears running down his face, he desperately wished his Spock was here - he wanted to be back in that small hot room alone with his lover - even in the throws of Plak Tow he had not hurt Leonard any more than he could help it. He wished himself onto that hot desert world, he sought out the comfort of that hard pallet in his Spock’s room - he was there - he was safe - this was NOT happening…
All during this Jim Kirk was yelling his head off - screaming at Spock to stop, pleading with him to listen to reason, ordering him to cease or he would be kicked out of the service - finally threatening to kill the Vulcan if he didn’t stop. McCoy only dimly heard his captain, his friend’s voice in the distance and wished vaguely that Jim didn’t have to witness this.
***
Dinian cackled, “Oh it does work, magnificent - we noted both species reproductive organs were outside their body and exceedingly vulnerable to attack, but now we get to see one in action - ah, see how it turns greener, it grows larger!”
Jakar watched with faint disgust, he was interested to see the Vulcan’s odd behavior before the rape and the watching human’s rage, but the actual rape of two aliens was too much for him to stomach - it was not right for a Cardassian to enjoy watching the pair mate - it was dishonorable conduct, possibly insanity for Dinian to become so excited. He waited, toe tapping impatiently on the floor until he forced himself to still it, not that his Gul would notice, so fanatically did he watch the scene before them.
***
McCoy felt Spock’s fingers inside him and it took every bit of will power to not tense. He must be relaxed as possible - there was no lubricant - this was going to hurt, badly. Spock spat in his hand and Leonard tried unsuccessfully to not picture Spock covering his cock with it. He was dimly aware of Kirk yelling, but that only made it worse.
“Shut up, Jim, he can’t help it - just be quiet…and close your eyes,” he said in a forceful, but even tone that surprised even himself, whatever they’d given him might be having the opposite effect - now instead of making him extra sensitive to the situation, he seemed far off - as if viewing the scene from somewhere in the corner of the room, the physician part of himself cataloging what would need doing once help arrived or they were at least left alone again the rest of himself he’s allow to float somewhere else.
Jim finally seemed to realize he was only making it worse for his friend and was silent, but whether he turned away from the scene or watched Leonard had no clue, he didn’t want to turn his head to see, he returned his mind to that hot planet and remembered seeing its first sunrise - how beautiful it had been. ‘What had the original Vulcan’s sunrises been like? What beautiful works of art and cultural artifacts had been lost? He knew he could see holos of things that no longer existed in the databanks of the ship, but it wasn’t the same as seeing things like that in person. He wished he’d taken the time to try to visit the planet before it was gone, but he’d only gone in space after joining Starfleet and even if he’d been disposed to travel, Vulcan likely would have been last on his list then. A sad mistake - he tried to focus on the new artworks the Vulcan colonists had been up to before he’d left - he’d speak with his Spock about them - go visit him. He so wanted to be enfolded in those arms again…
He felt the first tentative thrust in him and he had his first inkling that Spock was not as enthusiastic as he was acting. He dimly wondered if it mattered whether Spock still felt the unnatural lust or if he was merely acting the part for the aliens - the result would be the same.
The next thrust put him all the way in and Leonard howled in pain despite himself. Spock cried out as well, he then began to thrust in earnest, one hand left McCoy’s hips to touch his face and Leonard struggled to keep them from reaching the meld points. Spock stopped trying and he resumed his pace, every thrust bringing forth a new cry from Leonard. He felt the tearing and the blood, it almost helped ease the passage, though it also hurt more. He heard sobbing cries and wasn’t sure if it was himself or maybe Jim. Jim - he shouldn’t have to witness this - he would only blame himself for not being able to stop this. McCoy focused on Jim’s feelings, the cold table beneath him, Spock’s hot breath and the searing heat of his chest on Leonard’s barely healing back. At some point Spock had taken his top off. He felt the wiry hairs on Spock’s chest and desperately tried not to compare it to his T’hyla’s during the Pon Farr.
One, two, three more erratic thrusts and then Spock pulled him tightly against him and came. McCoy squeezed his eyes shut as he felt it rush into his body. He was grateful his body had not betrayed him by becoming hard. It seemed as if Spock either didn’t know where the prostate was or had gone out of his way to avoid it. At least he was spared that. He felt himself being laid gently on the table and Spock slip out of him. Blood, cum and other foul liquids ran down his legs. He was humiliated - and to think only hours? A day? However long it had been since his torture when he’d thought losing bladder control was humiliation. ‘Ah well,’ he thought bitterly to himself, ‘we learn something new every day. Like how low one can sink into degradation.’
Kirk’s voice was hoarse from his screaming, but he cleared his throat and whispered loudly, “Bones, are you all right?”
‘What a stupid question,’ McCoy thought distantly, and then he slid off the table and into a heap on the floor, thankfully, finally, unconscious.
***
Dinian laughed uproariously. “Oh, that was FUN! Well, fun to watch.”
Jakar looked at him questioningly, his face carefully neutral otherwise. “You want to do more than watch, sir?”
Gul Dinian sighed suddenly and looked longingly at the room, now quiet as the Vulcan retreated into a corner of the room alone, elbows on his knees, his fingertips together, touching his forehead, seemingly lost in thought. And the human it had just raped had fallen unconscious, what a bore. His eyes turned to the human still hanging on a hook, he seemed to be trying to quietly wake his friend on the floor.
“Oh, well…perhaps. After all, why should the Vulcan have all the fun - that one,” he pointed at Kirk, “seems rather exotic - perhaps another experiment is in order…this time with notes from my own personal experience.”
And that was what finally decided it for Jakar and Delmak - Cardassians were obsessed with racial purity and while there were oftentimes those allowed to indulge in such perversions of mating with aliens willing or unwilling - they were only ignored during wartime, or by those with great discretion or in a position of great power within Cardassia Prime - there was no war going on and Dinian was far from the last two criteria.
“Indeed, Gul Dinian,” Jakar heartily replied as if he thought it an excellent idea, “after all, you wouldn’t want sloppy seconds after the Vulcan. The one hanging by the hook looks far more enticing.”
Dinian was so sunk in his madness that he laughed and slapped Jakar on the back, completely lacking his natural Cardassian suspicion that kept their species alive - he was glad to see his Glinn finally on board with his entertaining ideas. “Yes, indeed. And maybe you’d like the Vulcan, eh? Or we can clean up the one on the floor - perhaps Delmak will have him,” he chortled.
“Thank you, my Liege.” Delmak stepped forward as if eager to be included, meanwhile pulling out a dagger silently from its sheath strapped to his thigh.
Dinian stood up and clasped his hands, rubbing them together eagerly in anticipation - “Raise the room temperature to acceptable levels - torturing them in that vicious cold was bad enough, I want to enjoy this. Jakar - what do you think of-” whatever he was about to ask Jakar about was lost as the dagger struck him neatly between the armored scales of his neck. Delmak had always had an artistic way with his blade. Dinian never felt the death blow, but simply fell to the floor with a thud.
Gul Jakar stood and clasped his friend on the shoulder in congratulations. Delmak nodded solemnly, but there was an ambitious and predatory gleam in his eye. He had enjoyed his handiwork. His ally slipped out the door while Jakar punched a button for the intercom, “This is Gul Jakar speaking. Gul Dinian has had an unfortunate accident while sharpening his weapons. I hereby promote crewmember Dinian as Glinn. There will be a mandatory meeting in the conference room in one hour. Clean up the prisoners and return them to their cell. I will then inform you of your new orders - ones which will return our ship and crew to honor and homewards to Cardassia Prime as soon as possible.”
He knew that final sentence was the one that got the entire remaining crew on his side. There was an audible cheer throughout the decks and a stamping of feet. He had won them over, though there still might be one or two to watch out for, those who Dinian had favored. He would watch and dispatch where necessary.
But for now, he wanted those Federation men off his ship and to get as far away from the mess as possible. He watched as two crew members, still clothed in their robes and gloves hauled the unconscious human over a shoulder as the one on the hook yelled at him, ah yes, the Captain. The other Cardassian backhanded him and then unhooked him. They transported away to the cell.
The Vulcan remained in the corner awaiting his turn, his eyes turned to the mirror and if Jakar didn’t know better he’d swear the alien could see right through the mirror and at him. He saw the deadly glare and wondered if he should put the Vulcan down as a precaution, but then shook himself out of the impulse. He would dump the three on the nearest class M planet and leave them to their own devices. He wanted no more to do with the whole messy business. He kicked Dinian’s body once out of frustration for all the work he had left to clean up after and all the work to get them honorably returned to Cardassia. The man had died too easily.
The two crewmembers transported back and slowly approached the Vulcan, blasters ready at hand. At first Jakar thought he would be returning only the humans to their kind, but the Vulcan suddenly stepped forward and allowed himself to be transported without so much as a word. Jakar sighed in relief and was surprised at himself. It wasn’t that he cared about the aliens; he simply wanted the matter done with - and the more of their captors they returned the better. They’d be unable to identify them and they would undoubtedly look for their vessel, but Jakar already had plans to improve their engines’ status (Dinian was such a lazy commander he’d allowed their once superior and efficient technology to slowly degrade) and they’d be out of this part of the system as soon as possible.
He kicked Dinian one more time and left the observation room. He would return home in full honor despite the idiot’s actions. He would feel the heat of his home planet and drink the Kanar from his family’s estates once more.
***
Kirk had never had true affection or closeness in his family - after his father’s death, his mother had changed, or so his older brother Sam said. She had never gotten over the death of her first husband and had married Frank out of loneliness and a need to have someone to watch over her boys as she left them behind to travel under whatever pretence she could find. Frank had been kind at first, at least to Jim. But Sam had always quarreled with him, and when Sam had left and Jim had crashed the car - it had been nothing but fights and angry words shouted across rooms at both parents if his mother graced them with her presence at all. He didn’t know quite how to comfort someone. He tried approaching McCoy who was huddled in a corner of the cell, but that had made Leonard wave him off.
“I’m fine, Jim. Nothing a dermal generator won’t fix. And my own bed. Just get us the hell off this ship.” The last was said with a hint of wild desperation that McCoy obviously hated letting slip so he bit his lip and stayed silent. Jim had tried just one more time to talk to him and had been rebuffed again - he could understand it - he and Leonard were a lot alike in that respect. Neither wanted pity.
The two captors reappeared with Spock between them. They let go and transported out again as quickly as they always did. Jim had no idea what to say and Spock obviously wasn’t in the mood to speak. He turned away from his captain and went to the opposite corner of the room to sit just as he had in the other room, leaving Jim in the middle of it uncertain what to do - a feeling he never liked to experience.
Escape. Definitely - but there seemed damn little chance of it still. Their captors were too fucking clever and strong - they left no openings so far. The mounting anger and frustration in Kirk made him want to put his fist through something, anything - but he was a captain now and that type of behavior was beneath him, he reminded himself not for the first time since he’d taken command of the Enterprise.
Jim knew it was irrational to be angry at Spock - the man had been drugged, obviously still was by his glassy eyes and the lack of his usual poker face. Spock looked longingly at McCoy, but he kept his hands clutched around his knees, pulled tight against his chest. He remembered Bones telling him how important it was to keep Spock warm in the cold room, but he doubted Spock was in any condition to suffer such intimacy at the moment - and who knew how he’d react with those drugs still in him?
His frustrated ruminations were getting him nowhere - he was saved from losing his composure completely by the arrival of one of the aliens suddenly. A translator was pulled from his pocket. It was one alien - Jim considered the benefits of attack. The alien apparently read him easily and pulled a blaster out of another pocket, though he kept it pointed down.
“I apologize for the behavior inflicted upon you under the orders of the former commander of this ship.” The alien said carefully, making sure the captives heard the word ‘former’ clearly.
“As its current commander, I now seek to make what amends I can afford you. There was a transporter sound again, but instead of an alien, a bundle of blankets and familiar items. “These are the medical supplies and emergency rations we found aboard your shuttle as well as some blankets. I will raise the temperature in the room as well. You are being transported to the nearest class M planet, which should take us one standard hour to arrive at - you will then be left there with the emergency beacon we also retrieved from your shuttle. There is a Starfleet ship following us at some distance, I trust you will be rescued very quickly.” The alien slid the translator back in his pocket and made to hiss the command to leave. Kirk jumped to his feet, the disruptor was immediately aimed at him, Jim spread his hands out to show no aggression.
“Why did you abduct us in the first place?! Why did you torture us?! Why-” but the alien transported away without answering a single question. Jim stood there angrily for a moment fuming at his impotence and then remembered the bundle. He immediately took a blanket to each man in their corners. McCoy shivered under it and pulled it tight under his chin, he still had no shirt, Spock had ripped it and the aliens hadn’t replaced it, though they’d cleaned him up and given him pack the prison pants. Spock looked at the blanket listlessly until Kirk draped it roughly over his shoulders and stalked away. He was going to have to deal with his temper, he reminded himself, Spock was a victim, too. It was just hard to remember with the images still burned in his brain - images he would never forget, no matter how hard he would try. He next pulled out the med kit and went to McCoy first.
“Bones? Leonard.” He said louder. Leonard looked him in the eye finally, his eyes dilated, but seeming to finally see him. “Physician heal thyself,” he said with lame humor hoping to snap his friend out of his stupor. “I know the basics of first aid, but you’ll have to help me out a bit here - do you think we can counteract the drug in your system?”
McCoy stared at him for what seemed an eternity and then dragged himself up, wincing, and staying on one hip. “No, I have no idea what it is. It’ll have to work itself through our systems. I can heal some other problems, though.” He shakily reached a hand out for the dermal regenerator. His hands could barely hold the thing and Jim knew full well that his back and…other areas were not within his reach.
“Bones, you trust me, don’t you?” he asked his friend softly. McCoy shuddered, but nodded. “Let me do it. I don’t know how far we can trust our new ‘commander’ of the ship and if he’s to be believed, but did you hear we’ll be picked up by the Enterprise soon? We can wait for rescue if you want, but…”
Leonard shook his head, “No, I don’t want anyone else to know. Not in my sickbay. They’ll never look at me the same way again.” ‘And neither will either of you,’ Jim could almost hear him say.
Jim nodded with understanding, “Then let me heal you as best I can, okay, turn over, don’t worry, I’ll keep the blanket up,” he said as McCoy sent a wild glance across the room at Spock.
It was a job for someone with far more training than Kirk had, but with Bones terse instructions he managed to patch his friend up as best he could. He healed the torn tissues first, an embarrassing, but essential task. He felt McCoy tense and then relax slightly as the pain must’ve eased slightly. The welts on his back had been left untreated for too long for the dermal generator to fully heal - the scar tissue was thick and deep. His friend would most likely have permanent scars there. He felt his resentment grow for the abductors.
“It’s too risky for anything powerful, but give me the mildest painkiller in the kit, it’ll take the edge off.” McCoy said. “And you can get your revenge in jabbing me with that hypospray if you want now,” he said with lame humor.
Jim grinned and went along with him. “Yeah, but then you’ll just jab me harder next time, won’t you? I’m not falling for that. I knew you were doing it to me on purpose.” Bones made an attempt to smile and failed. Jim gently gave him the hypospray and then McCoy clumsily struggled to his feet.
“Wait a second, Bones, what are you doing?”
“My job,” he said with professional detachment. Reaching down with a painful grunt he picked up his med kit and slowly approached Spock.
Spock shook his head at his approach. “I require no medical treatment.”
“Like hell,” McCoy said sounding almost like his old self. “I need to take readings of the other drug they gave you, too and the reactions to both drugs in your system to analyze back on the Enterprise. Not to mention all the other cuts and bruises you have - I’ve got my tricorder back, and as CMO, I’m ordering you to submit.”
Jim wondered at the phrasing, but let it go. He stood next to McCoy. “Captain’s orders as well, Spock. Can you stand or would you rather lie down?”
Spock stood finally; eyes firmly fixed on a point somewhere over their shoulders at the distant wall of their cell and submitted himself to the exam. McCoy immediately began to attend to him in a thoroughly professional manner. “Lift your shirt. Now take off your pants all the way - I need to heal the cuts before they scar further.” He ascertained that Spock had no internal injuries from the earlier torture and then finally finished his exam and turned to Kirk. “I can fix the nose better now, if you like. Your snoring is pretty bad.”
Jim wondered at McCoy’s attitude - a mess one minute and snapped back into professional the next. He decided to let his friend take charge, it must help him after all that feeling of being vulnerable.
His nose fixed and his own bruises and injuries taken care of, he was feeling almost normal again when they suddenly felt the transporter on them again. Without so much as a warning or farewell, they were left on a class M planet, not too cold, but barren of any shelter and Kirk immediately set up the beacon as the other two watched silently, each lost in their own thoughts. They were rescued by the Enterprise within minutes.
***
TBC
Title: Once More: Consequences Pt. 4/?
Author: Nikita
Pairing: story arc: Nu!Mc/Original Spock, Nu!Mc/Nu!Sp
Reboot Universe
Warnings: Language, torture, rape, angst
Author's Notes: After those warnings above, don't say I didn't warn you...gets dark before it gets better...
Pt. 4
Kirk fought as best he could and he could see his Bones and Spock try as well, but both were hit hard on the head and then injected with hyposprays while stunned. Jim was easily subdued and swung up on a hook that held his arms taut and painfully above his head; his toes barely touched the floor. Helplessly he watched as his friends were left on the floor of the cell, their movements to stand up sluggish and they seemed confused as to where they were and what was happening. The robed alien pulled out another hypospray and jabbed it into Spock’s neck with a hissing sibilant laugh that almost seemed gleeful. He held Spock’s head up, the Vulcan made an attempt to swat the hand away, but it seemed like he couldn’t see clearly enough to connect. The alien seemed to be waiting for some effect - something in the eyes. Slowly Spock’s spine straightened and from his point of view Kirk saw something odd - passion. Even at his most passionate beating of Jim when he’d provoked him about his mother there had been almost coldness in his eyes, now…now he saw something very different. The alien turned to look at Jim, as if to make extra sure the Captain saw it, too.
“Another few minutes and I doubt I’d want to be in this room if I were you - who knows how long the effects will last or their ultimate outcome, but you wanted to watch,” the alien laughed. He transported away, but Jim knew he was on the other side of the mirror, watching the havoc he had just unleashed.
And it was just that. McCoy swayed and his eyes were glassy, Spock had a glassy look to his eye, too, but there was that something more…that dangerous gleam. Jim realized that the aliens probably intended Spock to attack McCoy - and possibly Kirk; he decided to try and distract the Vulcan from his drugged friend.
“Spock? Spock, look at me, that’s an order,” he said in his most commanding voice. Spock turned and looked at Kirk as if just noticing him in the room.
“Do not tell me what to do.” It was said quietly, but with menace so distinct it scared Jim.
He knew first hand how strong Spock was and how quickly he could strike. His attack on the bridge during the Nero debacle was still fresh on his mind. Still, he would much rather Spock strike him than McCoy. Jim glanced quickly at Bones to see if he was okay, it was a mistake, Spock’s attention was also turned to the doctor by his gaze. ‘Shit,’ Kirk thought, ‘should’ve maintained eye contact. “Spock!” He tried again, “Spock fight whatever they’ve given you and come help me off this damned hook.”
Spock ignored him, his back to him, but from the hunched look of his shoulders it was obvious he was focused wholly on the dazed man before him. Bones, for that matter, didn’t look scared. He was so out of it he was blinking and squinting, it seemed like he didn’t know what was going on at all. Jim prayed if something did happen, his friend wouldn’t remember it, if he survived it at all. ‘God, I have to stop this!’
“Spock!” he yelled again. Also hoping Bones would get a hint and back away without him having to say it.
The Vulcan continued to ignore him, but took one step closer to the swaying human in front of him.
“Spock?” McCoy asked in a vague, quiet voice. He blinked again and seemed to finally see him. “Are you all right?” he asked, typically Dr. McCoy. Jim struggled for purchase to free his hands, tried pulling twisting, knowing something awful was about to happen…
***
Gul Dinian’s eyes were riveted to the scene before him, his anticipation great. Jakar kept glancing at him as unobtrusively as he could. The other crewman behind him was Delmak, a childhood friend of Jakar’s and one he felt he could possibly rely on. He’d dropped a hint or two over a glass of Kanar and reminiscing of old favorite spots on Cardassia Prime. He’d hoped the man understood - if the Gul seemed as unhinged to him as he did to Jakar, he should be replaced. With Jakar as head he would regain their lost honor by obtaining useful information for their superiors, thereby possibly allowing them to return home.
He had a feeling Delmak was of a similar mind now, but was waiting for further evidence to uphold their actions should they face a tribunal back home later. All of the Gul’s erratic behavior, waste of resources and movements were being carefully recorded. Still, they must wait - this final scene the Gul so looked forward to would likely be his last. ‘Let him enjoy it,’ Jakar thought with growing purpose and ambition. He would soon be captain of a better ship than this one if he could take down a Gul from such a family. But then he’d have to watch his back - the family might be relieved to be rid of their embarrassment of a relative or they might retaliate, he’d worry about that later, though.
He returned his attention to the ‘experiment’ as the Gul put it. The Vulcan had been injected with the same drug that had caused his mental faculties to be damaged enough to lose control of his impulses. Dinian had given him a powerful aphrodisiac on top of that - though the aphrodisiac worked on many species near their own domain, it had yet to be tested on humans or Vulcans - Jakar had to admit he was curious of the reaction, even if it had no real practical application for the Cardassia’s plans in any section of the Alpha quadrant.
He watched as the healer approached the Vulcan with stumbling steps, the human had the first drug, too, but not the aphrodisiac, Dinian didn’t want the human to enjoy what he hoped would happen next, only for the human to be unable to fight back. The Vulcan stilled as the human approached. Jakar found himself leaning forward slightly despite himself…it had been a rather boring mission after all, might as well enjoy the entertainment as Dinian kept saying.
***
“Spock?” McCoy asked again - he was certain it was Spock, his vision was a little distorted but he could see the dark hair and blue tunic well enough. He shook his head slightly to clear it and that was a mistake, he grabbed his head as the room swam. A strong arm grabbed his and kept him from falling.
“Thanks, what did they give us? Is this what they gave you earlier?” he asked, opening his eyes and trying to focus on Spock once more. The Vulcan’s eyes burned into his own and he found it easier to focus slightly now that the man was closer.
“Yes. And I have been given something else as well.” The voice sounded odd, McCoy tried his best to push past the drug’s effects and look into Spock’s eyes with a professional point of view, and he saw the Vulcan’s eyes were dilated so much there was barely a ring of dark brown around them. McCoy wondered if his looked like that too.
//Not quite as dilated...the blue is still there - so beautiful….I could lose myself in those eyes - so like the ocean my mother took me to see on Earth as a small child.//
McCoy was surprised at the telepathic speech almost as much as what Spock had revealed to him. “Hunh?” he asked inelegantly.
//I see now why he chose you - took you - I would take you now.//
McCoy glanced around and saw a vague shape that must be Jim. He dared not let Jim know what Spock was saying…and the aliens…where were the aliens?
//Hiding like the cowards they are - they will be punished for what they did to you, T’hyla.//
Leonard, tried to free his arm from Spock’s, but found he couldn’t. Concentrating as best he could with the drugged feeling weighing his mind down he responded, //I am not your T’hyla// he stated firmly.
//He stole you from me…he knew you and I were destined to be together - he is old, he is clinging to the past - you and I were meant to be - we will be.//
Leonard was beginning to become scared, obviously whatever else they’d given Spock was giving him a feeling of possession and possibly lust. He had a dreadful idea of just what the aliens were planning to have happen here. And with Spock’s hand gripping him so hard on his arm and McCoy unable to even begin to remember how to raise his shields - his thoughts were laid open, bare to the Vulcan clutching him.
//Forget the cowards for a moment - can you honestly say you are not attracted to me?// Spock demanded.
McCoy tried desperately to remember the concepts of shielding, the first step…the first step was to clear the mind…he tried and could not help but do the opposite - jumbled daydreams of this Spock’s eyes on him and wondering what it would be like to make love to the younger version of his lover all came spilling forth.
//You want me and I want you…why fight it?//
Spock let go for a moment, but only to savagely turn to a metal table and break through the bonds that held his wrists together. McCoy flinched at the violent action. He tried to take Spock’s momentary distraction to distance himself, but found Spock’s hand gripping him again - hard enough to bruise. Spock’s other hand now came up and found the meld points on Leonard’s face. Leonard nearly fought the meld, but knew from his true T’hyla that such actions would only make things worse so he tried to relax and let this Spock in. Perhaps he could help Spock fight off the effects. He tried desperately to ignore Kirk’s presence somewhere in the room he could no longer see…
**He was inside Spock’s mind, no - he was in his own, he was full of lust, no he was scared and trying not to give in to it - he was in need desperate with the need to connect - so lonely and so in need - no, he was a doctor and he knew the drug making Spock act this way - it must be a strong aphrodisiac, he was a patient in need, he was not scared anymore, he had no judgment on the man, take what was needed…**
Spock blinked and shook his head, struggling as McCoy had earlier with the drugs.
//NO - this is wrong - it is the drugs - I am not myself - I will not give in!// Spock suddenly shouted in Leonard’s mind.
McCoy winced, //But I can feel the need, you will not feel relief until you have completed the act - and further more, we won’t be let off the hook so lightly. But if you can retain as much control as possible - perhaps you will not hurt me as badly as they think.//
Spock pulled out of the meld as if burned and turned away, letting Leonard go so abruptly that McCoy fell, both from physical and mental pain.
***
Dinian threw a data padd at the viewport, “What the blazes is taking so long? Why doesn’t he fuck him? He seemed ready to and then he just grabbed his face and then turns away! Maybe I should inject some more of the drug…or maybe Vulcans don’t fuck humans - perhaps I should give it to the other human.” Then he seemed to think on it and a manic smile filled his face as he thought of taking the aphrodisiac himself, but just as he was about to voice it he saw the Vulcan turn back and haul the human up.
“Finally!” he chortled.
Jakar glanced back at Delmak and his friend gave a slight nod and then gestured for Jakar to look back at the scene being played out. Not quite yet, but Jakar was more certain of his alliance.
***
Spock hauled McCoy up to his feet, he took his arms and broke the bindings against the table as he’d done for himself, the movement sent a jarring pain up his arms and McCoy gasped. Spock was silent, he did not respond even to McCoy’s attempts to ask him what he was up to telepathically. He was scared now - was Spock giving the captors their show or was he truly going to rape him? That was the first time he allowed him to think the word rape. For that was obviously what was going to happen. Spock ripped off McCoy’s shirt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, pushing the human over the cold metal table. Leonard shivered, not only from the cold, but from fear.
//Spock?// he tried again. //Please answer me!//
//Quiet// came a brusque reply and there was no other response after that. Leonard felt tears running down his face, he desperately wished his Spock was here - he wanted to be back in that small hot room alone with his lover - even in the throws of Plak Tow he had not hurt Leonard any more than he could help it. He wished himself onto that hot desert world, he sought out the comfort of that hard pallet in his Spock’s room - he was there - he was safe - this was NOT happening…
All during this Jim Kirk was yelling his head off - screaming at Spock to stop, pleading with him to listen to reason, ordering him to cease or he would be kicked out of the service - finally threatening to kill the Vulcan if he didn’t stop. McCoy only dimly heard his captain, his friend’s voice in the distance and wished vaguely that Jim didn’t have to witness this.
***
Dinian cackled, “Oh it does work, magnificent - we noted both species reproductive organs were outside their body and exceedingly vulnerable to attack, but now we get to see one in action - ah, see how it turns greener, it grows larger!”
Jakar watched with faint disgust, he was interested to see the Vulcan’s odd behavior before the rape and the watching human’s rage, but the actual rape of two aliens was too much for him to stomach - it was not right for a Cardassian to enjoy watching the pair mate - it was dishonorable conduct, possibly insanity for Dinian to become so excited. He waited, toe tapping impatiently on the floor until he forced himself to still it, not that his Gul would notice, so fanatically did he watch the scene before them.
***
McCoy felt Spock’s fingers inside him and it took every bit of will power to not tense. He must be relaxed as possible - there was no lubricant - this was going to hurt, badly. Spock spat in his hand and Leonard tried unsuccessfully to not picture Spock covering his cock with it. He was dimly aware of Kirk yelling, but that only made it worse.
“Shut up, Jim, he can’t help it - just be quiet…and close your eyes,” he said in a forceful, but even tone that surprised even himself, whatever they’d given him might be having the opposite effect - now instead of making him extra sensitive to the situation, he seemed far off - as if viewing the scene from somewhere in the corner of the room, the physician part of himself cataloging what would need doing once help arrived or they were at least left alone again the rest of himself he’s allow to float somewhere else.
Jim finally seemed to realize he was only making it worse for his friend and was silent, but whether he turned away from the scene or watched Leonard had no clue, he didn’t want to turn his head to see, he returned his mind to that hot planet and remembered seeing its first sunrise - how beautiful it had been. ‘What had the original Vulcan’s sunrises been like? What beautiful works of art and cultural artifacts had been lost? He knew he could see holos of things that no longer existed in the databanks of the ship, but it wasn’t the same as seeing things like that in person. He wished he’d taken the time to try to visit the planet before it was gone, but he’d only gone in space after joining Starfleet and even if he’d been disposed to travel, Vulcan likely would have been last on his list then. A sad mistake - he tried to focus on the new artworks the Vulcan colonists had been up to before he’d left - he’d speak with his Spock about them - go visit him. He so wanted to be enfolded in those arms again…
He felt the first tentative thrust in him and he had his first inkling that Spock was not as enthusiastic as he was acting. He dimly wondered if it mattered whether Spock still felt the unnatural lust or if he was merely acting the part for the aliens - the result would be the same.
The next thrust put him all the way in and Leonard howled in pain despite himself. Spock cried out as well, he then began to thrust in earnest, one hand left McCoy’s hips to touch his face and Leonard struggled to keep them from reaching the meld points. Spock stopped trying and he resumed his pace, every thrust bringing forth a new cry from Leonard. He felt the tearing and the blood, it almost helped ease the passage, though it also hurt more. He heard sobbing cries and wasn’t sure if it was himself or maybe Jim. Jim - he shouldn’t have to witness this - he would only blame himself for not being able to stop this. McCoy focused on Jim’s feelings, the cold table beneath him, Spock’s hot breath and the searing heat of his chest on Leonard’s barely healing back. At some point Spock had taken his top off. He felt the wiry hairs on Spock’s chest and desperately tried not to compare it to his T’hyla’s during the Pon Farr.
One, two, three more erratic thrusts and then Spock pulled him tightly against him and came. McCoy squeezed his eyes shut as he felt it rush into his body. He was grateful his body had not betrayed him by becoming hard. It seemed as if Spock either didn’t know where the prostate was or had gone out of his way to avoid it. At least he was spared that. He felt himself being laid gently on the table and Spock slip out of him. Blood, cum and other foul liquids ran down his legs. He was humiliated - and to think only hours? A day? However long it had been since his torture when he’d thought losing bladder control was humiliation. ‘Ah well,’ he thought bitterly to himself, ‘we learn something new every day. Like how low one can sink into degradation.’
Kirk’s voice was hoarse from his screaming, but he cleared his throat and whispered loudly, “Bones, are you all right?”
‘What a stupid question,’ McCoy thought distantly, and then he slid off the table and into a heap on the floor, thankfully, finally, unconscious.
***
Dinian laughed uproariously. “Oh, that was FUN! Well, fun to watch.”
Jakar looked at him questioningly, his face carefully neutral otherwise. “You want to do more than watch, sir?”
Gul Dinian sighed suddenly and looked longingly at the room, now quiet as the Vulcan retreated into a corner of the room alone, elbows on his knees, his fingertips together, touching his forehead, seemingly lost in thought. And the human it had just raped had fallen unconscious, what a bore. His eyes turned to the human still hanging on a hook, he seemed to be trying to quietly wake his friend on the floor.
“Oh, well…perhaps. After all, why should the Vulcan have all the fun - that one,” he pointed at Kirk, “seems rather exotic - perhaps another experiment is in order…this time with notes from my own personal experience.”
And that was what finally decided it for Jakar and Delmak - Cardassians were obsessed with racial purity and while there were oftentimes those allowed to indulge in such perversions of mating with aliens willing or unwilling - they were only ignored during wartime, or by those with great discretion or in a position of great power within Cardassia Prime - there was no war going on and Dinian was far from the last two criteria.
“Indeed, Gul Dinian,” Jakar heartily replied as if he thought it an excellent idea, “after all, you wouldn’t want sloppy seconds after the Vulcan. The one hanging by the hook looks far more enticing.”
Dinian was so sunk in his madness that he laughed and slapped Jakar on the back, completely lacking his natural Cardassian suspicion that kept their species alive - he was glad to see his Glinn finally on board with his entertaining ideas. “Yes, indeed. And maybe you’d like the Vulcan, eh? Or we can clean up the one on the floor - perhaps Delmak will have him,” he chortled.
“Thank you, my Liege.” Delmak stepped forward as if eager to be included, meanwhile pulling out a dagger silently from its sheath strapped to his thigh.
Dinian stood up and clasped his hands, rubbing them together eagerly in anticipation - “Raise the room temperature to acceptable levels - torturing them in that vicious cold was bad enough, I want to enjoy this. Jakar - what do you think of-” whatever he was about to ask Jakar about was lost as the dagger struck him neatly between the armored scales of his neck. Delmak had always had an artistic way with his blade. Dinian never felt the death blow, but simply fell to the floor with a thud.
Gul Jakar stood and clasped his friend on the shoulder in congratulations. Delmak nodded solemnly, but there was an ambitious and predatory gleam in his eye. He had enjoyed his handiwork. His ally slipped out the door while Jakar punched a button for the intercom, “This is Gul Jakar speaking. Gul Dinian has had an unfortunate accident while sharpening his weapons. I hereby promote crewmember Dinian as Glinn. There will be a mandatory meeting in the conference room in one hour. Clean up the prisoners and return them to their cell. I will then inform you of your new orders - ones which will return our ship and crew to honor and homewards to Cardassia Prime as soon as possible.”
He knew that final sentence was the one that got the entire remaining crew on his side. There was an audible cheer throughout the decks and a stamping of feet. He had won them over, though there still might be one or two to watch out for, those who Dinian had favored. He would watch and dispatch where necessary.
But for now, he wanted those Federation men off his ship and to get as far away from the mess as possible. He watched as two crew members, still clothed in their robes and gloves hauled the unconscious human over a shoulder as the one on the hook yelled at him, ah yes, the Captain. The other Cardassian backhanded him and then unhooked him. They transported away to the cell.
The Vulcan remained in the corner awaiting his turn, his eyes turned to the mirror and if Jakar didn’t know better he’d swear the alien could see right through the mirror and at him. He saw the deadly glare and wondered if he should put the Vulcan down as a precaution, but then shook himself out of the impulse. He would dump the three on the nearest class M planet and leave them to their own devices. He wanted no more to do with the whole messy business. He kicked Dinian’s body once out of frustration for all the work he had left to clean up after and all the work to get them honorably returned to Cardassia. The man had died too easily.
The two crewmembers transported back and slowly approached the Vulcan, blasters ready at hand. At first Jakar thought he would be returning only the humans to their kind, but the Vulcan suddenly stepped forward and allowed himself to be transported without so much as a word. Jakar sighed in relief and was surprised at himself. It wasn’t that he cared about the aliens; he simply wanted the matter done with - and the more of their captors they returned the better. They’d be unable to identify them and they would undoubtedly look for their vessel, but Jakar already had plans to improve their engines’ status (Dinian was such a lazy commander he’d allowed their once superior and efficient technology to slowly degrade) and they’d be out of this part of the system as soon as possible.
He kicked Dinian one more time and left the observation room. He would return home in full honor despite the idiot’s actions. He would feel the heat of his home planet and drink the Kanar from his family’s estates once more.
***
Kirk had never had true affection or closeness in his family - after his father’s death, his mother had changed, or so his older brother Sam said. She had never gotten over the death of her first husband and had married Frank out of loneliness and a need to have someone to watch over her boys as she left them behind to travel under whatever pretence she could find. Frank had been kind at first, at least to Jim. But Sam had always quarreled with him, and when Sam had left and Jim had crashed the car - it had been nothing but fights and angry words shouted across rooms at both parents if his mother graced them with her presence at all. He didn’t know quite how to comfort someone. He tried approaching McCoy who was huddled in a corner of the cell, but that had made Leonard wave him off.
“I’m fine, Jim. Nothing a dermal generator won’t fix. And my own bed. Just get us the hell off this ship.” The last was said with a hint of wild desperation that McCoy obviously hated letting slip so he bit his lip and stayed silent. Jim had tried just one more time to talk to him and had been rebuffed again - he could understand it - he and Leonard were a lot alike in that respect. Neither wanted pity.
The two captors reappeared with Spock between them. They let go and transported out again as quickly as they always did. Jim had no idea what to say and Spock obviously wasn’t in the mood to speak. He turned away from his captain and went to the opposite corner of the room to sit just as he had in the other room, leaving Jim in the middle of it uncertain what to do - a feeling he never liked to experience.
Escape. Definitely - but there seemed damn little chance of it still. Their captors were too fucking clever and strong - they left no openings so far. The mounting anger and frustration in Kirk made him want to put his fist through something, anything - but he was a captain now and that type of behavior was beneath him, he reminded himself not for the first time since he’d taken command of the Enterprise.
Jim knew it was irrational to be angry at Spock - the man had been drugged, obviously still was by his glassy eyes and the lack of his usual poker face. Spock looked longingly at McCoy, but he kept his hands clutched around his knees, pulled tight against his chest. He remembered Bones telling him how important it was to keep Spock warm in the cold room, but he doubted Spock was in any condition to suffer such intimacy at the moment - and who knew how he’d react with those drugs still in him?
His frustrated ruminations were getting him nowhere - he was saved from losing his composure completely by the arrival of one of the aliens suddenly. A translator was pulled from his pocket. It was one alien - Jim considered the benefits of attack. The alien apparently read him easily and pulled a blaster out of another pocket, though he kept it pointed down.
“I apologize for the behavior inflicted upon you under the orders of the former commander of this ship.” The alien said carefully, making sure the captives heard the word ‘former’ clearly.
“As its current commander, I now seek to make what amends I can afford you. There was a transporter sound again, but instead of an alien, a bundle of blankets and familiar items. “These are the medical supplies and emergency rations we found aboard your shuttle as well as some blankets. I will raise the temperature in the room as well. You are being transported to the nearest class M planet, which should take us one standard hour to arrive at - you will then be left there with the emergency beacon we also retrieved from your shuttle. There is a Starfleet ship following us at some distance, I trust you will be rescued very quickly.” The alien slid the translator back in his pocket and made to hiss the command to leave. Kirk jumped to his feet, the disruptor was immediately aimed at him, Jim spread his hands out to show no aggression.
“Why did you abduct us in the first place?! Why did you torture us?! Why-” but the alien transported away without answering a single question. Jim stood there angrily for a moment fuming at his impotence and then remembered the bundle. He immediately took a blanket to each man in their corners. McCoy shivered under it and pulled it tight under his chin, he still had no shirt, Spock had ripped it and the aliens hadn’t replaced it, though they’d cleaned him up and given him pack the prison pants. Spock looked at the blanket listlessly until Kirk draped it roughly over his shoulders and stalked away. He was going to have to deal with his temper, he reminded himself, Spock was a victim, too. It was just hard to remember with the images still burned in his brain - images he would never forget, no matter how hard he would try. He next pulled out the med kit and went to McCoy first.
“Bones? Leonard.” He said louder. Leonard looked him in the eye finally, his eyes dilated, but seeming to finally see him. “Physician heal thyself,” he said with lame humor hoping to snap his friend out of his stupor. “I know the basics of first aid, but you’ll have to help me out a bit here - do you think we can counteract the drug in your system?”
McCoy stared at him for what seemed an eternity and then dragged himself up, wincing, and staying on one hip. “No, I have no idea what it is. It’ll have to work itself through our systems. I can heal some other problems, though.” He shakily reached a hand out for the dermal regenerator. His hands could barely hold the thing and Jim knew full well that his back and…other areas were not within his reach.
“Bones, you trust me, don’t you?” he asked his friend softly. McCoy shuddered, but nodded. “Let me do it. I don’t know how far we can trust our new ‘commander’ of the ship and if he’s to be believed, but did you hear we’ll be picked up by the Enterprise soon? We can wait for rescue if you want, but…”
Leonard shook his head, “No, I don’t want anyone else to know. Not in my sickbay. They’ll never look at me the same way again.” ‘And neither will either of you,’ Jim could almost hear him say.
Jim nodded with understanding, “Then let me heal you as best I can, okay, turn over, don’t worry, I’ll keep the blanket up,” he said as McCoy sent a wild glance across the room at Spock.
It was a job for someone with far more training than Kirk had, but with Bones terse instructions he managed to patch his friend up as best he could. He healed the torn tissues first, an embarrassing, but essential task. He felt McCoy tense and then relax slightly as the pain must’ve eased slightly. The welts on his back had been left untreated for too long for the dermal generator to fully heal - the scar tissue was thick and deep. His friend would most likely have permanent scars there. He felt his resentment grow for the abductors.
“It’s too risky for anything powerful, but give me the mildest painkiller in the kit, it’ll take the edge off.” McCoy said. “And you can get your revenge in jabbing me with that hypospray if you want now,” he said with lame humor.
Jim grinned and went along with him. “Yeah, but then you’ll just jab me harder next time, won’t you? I’m not falling for that. I knew you were doing it to me on purpose.” Bones made an attempt to smile and failed. Jim gently gave him the hypospray and then McCoy clumsily struggled to his feet.
“Wait a second, Bones, what are you doing?”
“My job,” he said with professional detachment. Reaching down with a painful grunt he picked up his med kit and slowly approached Spock.
Spock shook his head at his approach. “I require no medical treatment.”
“Like hell,” McCoy said sounding almost like his old self. “I need to take readings of the other drug they gave you, too and the reactions to both drugs in your system to analyze back on the Enterprise. Not to mention all the other cuts and bruises you have - I’ve got my tricorder back, and as CMO, I’m ordering you to submit.”
Jim wondered at the phrasing, but let it go. He stood next to McCoy. “Captain’s orders as well, Spock. Can you stand or would you rather lie down?”
Spock stood finally; eyes firmly fixed on a point somewhere over their shoulders at the distant wall of their cell and submitted himself to the exam. McCoy immediately began to attend to him in a thoroughly professional manner. “Lift your shirt. Now take off your pants all the way - I need to heal the cuts before they scar further.” He ascertained that Spock had no internal injuries from the earlier torture and then finally finished his exam and turned to Kirk. “I can fix the nose better now, if you like. Your snoring is pretty bad.”
Jim wondered at McCoy’s attitude - a mess one minute and snapped back into professional the next. He decided to let his friend take charge, it must help him after all that feeling of being vulnerable.
His nose fixed and his own bruises and injuries taken care of, he was feeling almost normal again when they suddenly felt the transporter on them again. Without so much as a warning or farewell, they were left on a class M planet, not too cold, but barren of any shelter and Kirk immediately set up the beacon as the other two watched silently, each lost in their own thoughts. They were rescued by the Enterprise within minutes.
***
TBC