The Caged Bird's Song ((Part One))
Title: The Caged Bird's Song ((Part One))
Pairing: Kirk/SpockPrime with implied other pairings
Rating: This part, probably PG. It will get up to NC-17 though.
Summary: Based on the following prompt- Instead of the XI universe, SpockPrime ends up in a universe where Romulans have enslaved humans. So logically SpockPrime seeks out Jim Kirk, who is a slave, and buys him from whoever. Spock Prime then goes to find the rest of the crew and his counterpart.
Author's Note: This is only my second Star Trek fanfiction so I'm sorry if it sucks or is totally OOC. I'd love some constructive criticism.
One second, the Jellyfish was flying through space, trying to escape an angry Romulan ship and a newly formed black hole, the next, the same black hole was sucking Ambassador Spock and his small spacecraft into it along with the Narada.
Spock didn’t know how long he was traveling through the black hole. It was unbelievably dark and nothing in the ship worked, including the time log. All he knew, was that the trip eventually came to an end, the black hole spitting the Jellyfish out into space. It took a couple minutes for the ship to start working again, everything flickering back to life. All the Vulcan upbringing and strict teachings in the universe couldn’t keep a surprised look from Spock’s face.
What had happened? A few checks of the ship’s systems and some quick but complex mental calculations gave him a pretty good guess as to what had happened. Not the mention that fact that he had gone back in time more than once during his time on the Enterprise. It was clear that once again, he had gone back in time.
Nero’s ship wasn’t in sight either. Spock took a deep breath and uttered a soft ‘fascinating’ before he began flying forward looking at his coordinates. He was in the same place he had left according the readouts. Just in the past…
Vulcan. That’s where he would go. He would find out more and figure out how to get back home. Back to his time.
The Jellyfish sped forward, Spock piloting it towards his home planet. The trip was rather short, Vulcan coming into view shortly. As he grew closer, something seemed off though. The few other ships around didn’t seem Vulcan or like anything that should have been around. In fact, they looked like birds of prey…
If Spock had been human, he might have said he was nervous. Nervousness was an emotion though, a very illogical one. He only felt slight curiosity.
The ship alerted the half-Vulcan of an incoming transmission and Spock quickly patched it through, a man with pointed ears and upswept eyebrows appearing on the screen.
“Identify yourself.” The man ordered gruffly.
Romulan. Spock managed to keep calm and not tense as he realized this, both from the Romulan symbol on his shirt and the emotion clear on his face. What was a Romulan doing anywhere near Vulcan?
“I am Ambassador Spock. I request clearance to land,” he replied smoothly.
The Romulan raised an eyebrow before turning away to some unseen computer, frowning before turning back to the screen. “I find no records of an Ambassador Spock. You may land, but a team will meet you in the hangar to see some identification,” he said, narrowing his eyes.
Spock dipped his head and closed the transmission, piloting the Jellyfish into the hangar he had departed from. Or, the one he would possibly depart from in a hundred or so years…
As soon as Spock stepped out of the ship, two men were waiting for him, both Romulan. They were wearing black pants similar to those Spock himself was wearing and black shirts as well, but the Romulans had the symbol of the Romulan Empire on their shirts. Spock could not see any one who was not Romulan in the hangar. What had happened to his planet?
“Do you have any identification on you Mr... Spock?” the first Romulan asked him.
“No.”
“Hm. Who exactly are you? What are you doing here?” he asked slowly, looking Spock over with a suspicious stare.
“I am Ambassador Spock from Vulcan. I am here after returning from a rather private trip,” Spock said smoothly.
“I see. Is there anyone who could confirm any of this?”
Spock nodded once. “Sarek would be able to I imagine,” he said, figuring his father must still be alive on Vulcan.
The second Vulcan looked at a PADD, and looked up with slightly raised eyebrows. “Is Sarek your slave?” he asked.
If he had been any less disciplined in hiding emotion, Spock’s surprise wouldn’t have shown through. Slave? His father had never been a slave. He decided to play along though. “Yes. He is.”
The first Romulan nodded. “Very well. He should be in the Slave Center then. We can take you down there,” he said, walking over to some sort of small cart-like vehicle, a clear, thin but strong done covering the top.
Spock nodded and sat down, the second Romulan driving the little vehicle out of the hangar and down the streets of Vulcan. It was sunny and dry and hot, though the air inside the bubble incased vehicle was cool.. It looked like the place he had left. Except there were Romulans walking down the streets instead of Vulcans. They were all dressed differently, but they all had the Romulan Empire symbol on their shirts. The same symbol was displayed on the flags that fluttered everywhere.
They pulled up to a low, gray building that Spock failed to recognize. The sign stated it was the Slave Center. The two Romulan men led him inside. The walls were just as gray as the outside was and the lighting was dim after the bright light of the Vulcan sun. A Romulan woman was sitting at a desk in the front. She looked up as the three men entered and waved them on. As they walked, Spock remained silent, trying to figure out some sort of a plan. He needed to know more though…
The Romulans stopped in front of a wide pair of gray doors that were sealed shut. A screen was on the wall beside the doors. One of the Romulan men walked up and began typing in several things, scowling slightly.
“It says Sarek has not yet been purchased. He is in a different Center as well. Never been owned by a Spock. Who are…” the man fell silent and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious thanks to the Vulcan neck pinch he had just received. The other barely had time to pull out his phaser before a well delivered hit on the head knocked his out as well.
Spock quickly proceeded to leaning down near one of the unconscious Romulan men on the floor, pressing his fingers to his face and performing a mind meld. It took a bit, but the half-Vulcan soon knew all he needed to. Tenser than ever, he quickly began walking away from the Romulans and towards the exit. He had to get back to his ship.
As he was nearing the doors that led back outside, he saw his first Vulcan. A Romulan was holding the Vulcan by the collar, angrily talking with the woman behind the desk. A collar… An actual metal collar. That wasn’t what sickened Spock though. It was the Vulcan’s face. A long, deep gash ran along the side, going from temple to jaw. It didn’t look like a recent wound, but it was still vivid. Another Romulan was standing beside his friend, holding another Vulcan on a leash. This Vulcan also had a long scar on his face. Spock walked out of the building without another word, angry and disgusted and horrified on the inside.
The cart was easy enough to figure out and Spock drove back to the hangar, hoping no one had found the unconscious Romulans he had left yet. Hope was illogical though. It did nothing. All he could do was go as fast as possible without drawing any more attention to himself.
He managed to get to the hangar and sneak in through one of the unguarded side doors, easily locating the Jellyfish. Two more Romulans were standing near the open hatch, talking animatedly. Spock easily snuck up on them and knocked them out, hastily turning the ship on and flying out of the hangar doors just after another much larger Romulan ship. He knew it would soon be discovered that he had knocked out four Romulans and stolen his ship, but he didn’t care. He just had to get out of there.
The mind meld had revealed everything. In the ship, safe for the time being, Spock had time to mull over the new information.
He had not only traveled back in time, he had arrived in some sort of an alternate universe. A universe where there apparently was no Ambassador Spock. Where Sarek was a slave, as were all other Vulcans, marked as such by a scar on their faces.
A universe where Romulans had taken over instead of the Federation somehow.
Earth. Spock would go to Earth. The stolen memories revealed that Earth had been the first to be taken over, and that humans were enslaved as well. But Kirk would be there. As illogical as hope was, all he could do was hope that James Tiberius Kirk had been born and was there on Earth.
To be continued…
Part Two Here