PART TWO (CLOSED)
STAR TREK XI KINK MEME
PART TWO
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"Fuck!" Jim choked out, agony clear in his voice. He kicked once more, the strike driving home, splitting the creature's forehead. It released him and John hauled him onto the catwalk. He took Jim's arm over his shoulder, wrapping his free arm around the kid's waist. He half-carried, half-dragged Jim from the oppressive heat of the dig arena, Jim's hands digging bruises into his skin. "Enterprise, two to beam up!" Jim gasped into a communicator as they staggered back to the Ark.
John spared a glance behind him and saw what could only be described as the legions of hell following them. Creatures of all shape and size barrelled through the halls after them, climbing the walls and scuttling over the ceiling as they poured into the base proper. John hitched Jim's hips up higher, propelling him along faster. "Come on kid," he urged, concentrating on not tripping over Jim's dangling legs.
"Coming," Jim hissed back waspishly. He twisted in John's hold, firing off shot after shot behind them, trying to at least deter the hordes thundering after them. John threw Jim into the Ark room and unholstered both of his beloved shotguns. "Bones!"
"Get to the pad, I'll hold them off!" John barked, deja vu washing over him when he caught Jim's intensely blue gaze and dusty blonde hair, leg covered in blood as he sat up on his elbows. Anger flared in Jim's eyes.
"You're crazier than I took you for if you think I'd leave you here," Jim forced out between clenched teeth. He pushed himself up and grabbed John around the throat, dragging him into the room and up onto the transporter pad. "Now, Scotty!" Jim shrieked into the communicator. John put himself between Jim and the piles of creatures struggling through the door, keeping a steady stream of bullets even as the warm brush of the beam washed over his heat-sensitive skin.
White, blinding light pierced his vision and he winced, squinting through it, shotguns still up and trigger finger ready to twitch at the slightest threat. Arms went around his chest, strong, firm, unyielding. "Okay, Bones, okay. Guns down. You're safe. Okay."
The atmosphere here was different. Nothing threatening. Nothing trying to kill him. Relief drove him to his knees, and the pent up adrenaline crash drove him forward, emptying the contents of his stomach on the transporter pad. A hand found his hair, and somewhere over him a voice was speaking.
"-can't strike it- would cause the rip to widen- dangerous-"
John sat back, wiping his mouth, panting. Spock stood before them, hands clasped behind his back as he listened to Jim speak.
"Sir, as much as I would encourage a course of action, I feel I must insist you see Doctor M'Benga in Medical. You are bleeding profusely from your left leg," Spock cut Jim off. John glanced at Jim, and in the bright lights of the ship, he could see the kid's face was grey with blood loss.
"Come on, kid," John muttered roughly, standing. He drew Jim up, and when Jim found he couldn't stand under his own power, John scooped him up. Jim went limp. "Which way is Medical?"
"I will escort you, sir," Spock said tightly, his lips pressed in a firm line.
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