locked to adm_chris_pike -- Homecoming
The mission was highly dangerous with risks involved that would have any Officer shaking in his boots but not Spock. Spock would take this the logical way: he’d fallow the plans and be back abroad the ship in a matter of hours with the information that was needed. Nothing should go wrong. He was the only person on the Enterprise who could speak and act as the natives did on this very hostel planet. Even Lt. Uhura didn’t speak the native tongue well enough to pass as one.
Spock was suited up in the native clothing, a bright blue took hiding his face and ears and eyebrows. Thankfully everyone on the planet wore things such as these. Standing in the transporter room he took out of his pocket a small square photo of his husband and child. One lasting look and he slide the photo back into his pocket.
“Ready Spock?” he heard his Captain address him.
“Yes Captain,” he stood up on the beaming platform. “Energize.”
15 seconds after he gave the order he was being transmitted to the planet surface. Once he was down he looked around the dusty old city and started walking to the check point where he was to meet the native that was giving them all this information, the Fleet’s mole. He came up on the check point, a small building amongst the same size buildings each one looking worse than the last. The one he was entering was like an old Terran saloon. Once he was inside he looked for the man he was supposed to be meeting.
When Spock spotted the scrawny man he moved forward to him, sitting at his table and nodding at him. He gave the code word and the man nodded back, standing up he waved Spock on to fallow him. And so he did. He was lead back to a room, the man opened the door and stepped aside bowing his head like he was ashamed as Spock walked in.
The last thing he heard was the word sorry mumbled in the native tongue from the mole.
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Waking up to the darkness was something that Spock was not used to. There was mumbles in strange words that he didn’t know but he got a part of something someone had said.
‘He’s awake!’ and then there was a rush of a dozen or so feet coming at him. Spock’s reaction was flight, he tried to move but found that he was bound to whatever he was bound to by something strong enough to hold him down. The feet stopped and there was some shoving and then the blindfold was removed. Blinking as his eyes couldn’t adjust to the strange low yellow lightly that was dark and bright all at once.
Then a face came into view and it was that of a native. He looked angry but he had a smile on his face.
“Who are you.” The demand was heavy with the accent of the people. “And why are you on my lands.”
Spock looked quickly around for the mole, when his eyes found the kid he wished that they hadn’t. The boy couldn’t have been older then himself and he was beaten badly, bloody and depressed looking.
“Yavell.” The leader said softly. “Yavell betrayed you-“ and the mole cut him off, screaming in the native tongue that he could not have denied them or he would have died himself. The leader ordered the men to quite Yavell. A big guy punched him in the gut and then smashed his face against the table and the boy crumpled onto the floor. “Who are you.” The demand again. Finding his voice Spock spoke up.
“Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise,” he licked his dry lips. “United Federation of Planets.”
The man gave a gruff laugh and things became rough. He was asked questioned and soon they drifted to questions about the inner workings of the Fleet and asking where other ships were. Every question became something more.
“I will not answer you; it is obvious that you only wish to use this information against the Federation.” That was the wrong answer. The fist of the leader contacted with his face but he did not allow it to effect him. “Why are you in need of this information?” Spock questioned. “There is no use for you to know this…” gut punch and a hit again upside his head.
“I am asking the questions here!” the man yelled. “I am in control of you! You answer me!”
There was a dark chuckle from the dark corner of the room. A Klingon stepped into full view and Spock’s eyes widened. Worst was he knew who the Klingon was.
“Commander Spock,” the Klingon waved off the native leader and sat in the chair opposite the Vulcan. “Not that you need any introduction being the first Vulcan in Starfleet Academy. I neither need an introduction do I?”
“Of course you do not Commander T’Qui.” Blood dripped from the edge of Spock’s mouth, T’Qui’s hand came out and whipped away the blood with his finger, Spock jerked his head away.
“Such a colour Spock,” he grinned evilly. “I would enjoy seeing it across the floors of this establishment.” The Klingon Commander turned to the ten or so men. “Plant the floors with his blood.”
Standing, T’Qui left and the men rushed him. They untied him from the chair but his hands and legs were still bound. He was a moving punching back from that time on. When he started dodging to many punches and kicks the men put the blindfold back on. After that it was only a matter of moments until Spock was on the floor.
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Most days passed in such a way, beatings and questions with little food, water or sleep. T’Qui watched most of the beatings but asked all the questions. Everything started running together and his memories blurred with the days. He could remember the fourth day very well. He was left on the floor bleeding helplessly after he refused to answer a question over the Enterprise when he had reached into his pocket as best he could and pulled out the small square photo of his family. The image brought hope to him, as it had the other nights he’d laid there hurting. With a soft sign he allowed only one tear to fall.
Then the doors busted open and T’Qui came in with a smug look. Then the Klingon saw the photo and snatched it as quickly as he could.
“no…” Spock’s weak voice sounded out but it only caused amusement in the Klingon.
“A family? But what is this?” T’Qui sat on the chair looking at the photo. “A human male and a child? Who is this?”
Spock didn’t want to answer but it was not a question that would harm anything and the answer would save his healing body something.
“Admiral Christopher Pike and our son, Rueben,” his head dropped to the floor.
“A human husband?” chuckles sounded out. “What a disgrace to your race Spock, being half human yourself…why must you bring in another half-bread Vulcan into this world?”
That caused Spock anger and he jerked with that rage. “Do not speak of my family in such a manner, guhsh( English: trash)!” he tossed the Vulcan a curse out in his anger. T’Qui did not find that pleasing and kicked Spock across the face and pulled from his pocket a fire devise. He sparked it and lit the photo on fire.
“Next time do not speak to me in such a manner Spock,” he cursed and tossed the burning photo onto the ground before Spock.
That was thirteen days ago, meaning when he woke this day it was the seventeenth day here. Spock thought that soon T’Qui would be giving up as he had not yet given any information to the man but today he was not giving up.
T’Qui came into the door holding something and the natives fallowed. He ordered for Spock to be placed in the chair and tied down.
“I have a new plan of torture for you Spock,” he sat in front of the other man. “As our time here is daring closer to an end…I find that I must improve my game to gather the information from you. We’re tried everything from old forms to new painful ones…but I figure that this may just break you.”
The Klingon waved a native over, the big guy stepped forward with a small metal can and grinning. Spock knew this wasn’t going to go well for him. Whatever was in the metal can was going to hurt him. The native poured a light amount onto Spock’s uncovered chest. For a moment Spock wondered what the powder was because it wasn’t doing anything but then an intense burn rocked his chest where the powder was.
It stung. Lime, Spock figured, but not just any lime. This had to be the Lime that was mined from the Klingon’s plant. Instead of causing the mild irritation Terran lime caused this scorched the skin leaving the person with full thickness burns. But it was the pain that made this Lime legendary. It felt as if Spock’s whole chest was being held against the Vulcan sun.
“Tell me what I need to know Commander,” T’Qui stood before him with his arms folded over his chest. “If you tell me I will stop the burning.” A most tempting offer but he would not take it. He started to recite his name, rank, serial number, branch and all those tricks they teach cadets at the Academy to keep them from giving away information. “Oh Commander how unlucky you are,” More powder was poured onto the Vulcan but he did not give away the information.
This went on for what seemed like hours for Spock but soon enough T’Qui became angry and impatient. He threw the Lime across the room cursing in his native language. A native washed off the Lime but the damage was done.
“I’ve had enough of you Vulcan scum,” he turned to look for something, anything to hit Spock with. Coming across a broke chair, no doubt used against Spock at some point, he took it up and was about to break the leg across Spock’s own. The sickening crack of Spock’s knee and the chair was countered by the sound of phaser fire and doors being slammed open.
It was the Captain. Spock’s whole body slumped forward and he allowed himself to black out. Now that the Captain was here he would be safe.
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Spock woke again on the Enterprise, being wheeled into the sickbay by Chapel and McCoy. He took a breath but only coughed it back up. McCoy said something but Spock didn’t hear it. They lifted him onto a bio bed and McCoy went straight to work. A hypo was pressed to Spock’s neck and he was out cold again.
Later McCoy would put together one of his longest reports. Most of Spock’s injuries were physical and on the outside or at least not major enough to warrant major surgery. The report would read a list of torture and the injuries that were caused by the Klingon’s method.
Spock wouldn’t wake for three days. He wasn’t in a healing trance, only retreated into his mind in an attempt to give his body a chance to rest but he could not allow himself to let long enough to allow the healing trance. He couldn’t not be in touch with at least some part of the real world. But when he did wake it was painful and unwelcome. His BP spiked, getting McCoy’s attention and his body tensed witch only caused more pain.
“Spock you got to relax,” McCoy’s hand rested lightly on the Vulcan’s shoulder. “You’re safe, back on the Enterprise.”
“Chris…Rueben?” the first word to be breathed by him since he came back. McCoy’s face fell.
“We’re going to them Spock,” he removed his hand. “We’ll be at Earth in a matter of hours…”
Spock only nodded. He could sleep for those few hours.
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Again Spock woke to a hospital but McCoy was nowhere to be seen. He was still slightly too mentally hidden to register anything. One thing Spock could make out was a dark figure in the corner. T’Qui…his first thought was that he had dreamed his rescue but then that image moved and came close enough Spock could make out his father’s face.
“Spock.” The voice was so calming, just as it had when he was child. “You have woken…” Sarek turned to signal in a doctor. It wasn’t McCoy and Spock didn’t want this man touching him. “Dr. McCoy is off duty my son.” Sarek answered the unspoken question. “He will be arriving shortly.”
That calmed Spock enough to allow the other to touch him. Once he was done Spock looked at his father.
“Christopher? Rueben?” Spock blinked. He needed his family.
“I sent Christopher to get substance for himself,” Sarek said softly. “He will be back shortly…”
As if on cue there he was.