selected s/u mirrorverse drabbles
I'd posted these at issenterprise some time ago, but I figured they'd fit here, as well.
Title: Meeting
Author: ndia_ink
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: implied Sarek/Amanda and Spock/Uhura
Rating: G(!)
Disclaimer: nothing but the story is mine
Warnings: surprisingly none
Summary: drabble. a quick visit.
She walked slowly, her footsteps echoing lightly in her wake. Her entire body was covered in clinging layers of dark brown and gray except for her face and the fingers of her right hand.
A small bundle swayed gently across her chest.
The Vulcan guards stood aside to allow Uhura to enter the immense chamber. She walked slowly, her footsteps echoing lightly in her wake. Her entire body was covered in clinging layers of dark brown and gray except for her face and the fingers of her right hand.
A small bundle swayed gently across her chest.
Her figure hadn't changed much. She was still slimmer and slighter than most, though heavier up top now as one would expect. She stood before the older woman and waited.
"Come closer." she said, beckoning slightly with her hand.
"I wish to see him." She bobbed the bundle gently, eliciting a light "coo" and stepped up to where the woman was seated. Both women's faces were unreadable masks. She stood just out of reach and moved just a bit of cloth aside to reveal the infant's face.
It was paler than she would have expected and piglet-like, it's face scrunched up even in the low light of the room. A few wispy curls were visible, as well as his ears -yes, the ears were Vulcan. She exhaled. Life might be easier for him.
The other woman's face softened slightly.
"What's his name?"
"S'chn T'gai Sen Kel"
"May I please -" Uhura shook her head.
"That's not part of the deal." Lady Amanda's expression turned pained.
"I risk much just being here, but I thought you had a right to see him..." Uhura said. "...He would know." she added, as a reminder.
Lady Amanda nodded. Yes. Of course, he would. Remnants of emotion transferred by her touch would linger in the child.
They stared at each other for a long moment as worlds of understanding passed between them. Uhura then lifted her hand in salute as Lady Amanda did so in turn, re-covered the babe's face, and left.
Title: Among Aliens and Men
Author: ndia_ink
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: past Spock/Uhura, mostly sociopath!Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: nothing's mine but the story
Warnings: violence
Summary: drabble. on opposite sides.
She stares up into their many faces, her eyes bright with anticipation, her lips settled into a curved line, a bright red slash on her face.
"I have no qualms about destroying you all, but I never do so frivolously. Simply give us what we require and I will grant you mercy."
One of the aliens is sprawled on the ground before her, half-kneeling. Obviously of stature, it wears the most elaborate of their clothing. A black substance oozes from a cut beneath it's large blinking white eye. It coughs and sputters.
"We have given all that we can spare without guaranteeing our own destruction in any event." It says. "At least this way, our deaths will be honorable."
She sighs and flips open her communicator. "Bring the young one."
An officer appears with a small alien tethered on a leash, it's limbs bound behind it. It vocalizes desperately in it's tongue, mostly whistles and clicks.
The woman answers it sharply in the same tongue and it stills.
She looks down at the prone alien leader and laughs darkly.
"I don't need this translator. It just mutes that incessant noise that you call a language for my men."
"--Now." Keeping her eyes fixed on the alien leader, she reaches out her hand. The leash-handle is placed within and she squeezes.
The young alien's body seizes and jerks, emitting a high, piercing warble of pain.
The alien leader's entire body shifts in color and shivers, but it says nothing.
The woman squeezes harder until the young alien stops making sounds, but begins to smell of cooked flesh.
She releases the handle and it's body drops to the ground.
Another young alien is brought forth.
"You have four of them left before I must move on to the others'."
The rest of the aliens present shiver and shift in color as well.
"We destroy you our way and take what we want or you give it to us and afford yourselves a slim chance that you will find another way to survive. --You choose."
The silence is thick, an almost physical weight between them.
Finally, the alien creature nods mutely and the woman touches her communicator.
"--Commander."
"Send down an extraction team."
High above in orbit, a Vulcan listens intently from his cloaked ship.
"Sir, we have a lock on her position."
"Proceed."
The characteristic hum and light of a transporter beam surrounds her and her men move, but she holds up a hand and orders them to complete the mission as her molecules come apart.
They reconfigure in a hot dark humid space and she is surrounded by Romulans.
A Vulcan emerges from a corridor and stares at her.
"So, here we are." she smiles, unsurprised. "The traitor has returned. -Is it your season again, Spock?"
"Already past, Nyota." His face remains predictably impassive.
"Take her to the brig.
Title: None of Mine
Author: ndia_ink
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Spock/Uhura, implied Uhura/Bones
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: nothing's mine but the story
Warnings: abortion-talk, abusive!spock
Summary: drabble. a big favor.
She sat on the floor, dizzy and dehydrated and willed her body not to be in the state that she suspected.
She flushed, rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth, and showered. She checked the time. His shift would be over in less than three hours. Not long.
She opened her comm. A bedraggled looking Bones rubbed his eyes on the other end.
"I apologize for waking you but...I need to see you right away."
He was fully awake now. "What is it? --Was that hobgoblin rough with you?"
"No... I'll tell you at the clinic." She cut the comm and finished dressing, vomiting once more before she was able to leave her quarters.
Once there, she looked up at him said "Tell me I'm not pregnant."
McCoy used the tricorder to scan her belly and said... "I'm sorry. I can't do that, lady."
She seemed to deflate, her whole body sagging into the bio-bed.
"Leonard." she said, her eyes wide with fear. "I can't carry it...I can't make any more like him."
"I know I'm asking you to risk a lot here...The last thing I want is for you to pay for my choice, but...I can't."
He reached over and squeezed her hand, his face sad and resigned. She hadn't chosen this. He had chosen her and he was cruel.
He lorded over her, as if she were a rare prize to be jealously guarded and yet even with all of his infamous Vulcan control, he couldn't find it within himself to treat her with the necessary restraint.
The cabins were sound-proof but one could still feel the rhythmic thumps, could see the recurring patterns of darkened marks decorating her wrists and neck, -and her careful movements.
It began without warning. One day she was refined and untouchable, the next few she and Spock were no where to be found. Then thereafter she was his. There was never an obvious public display of this, but she had been diminished... She who shrank from no one, visibly shrank back from him.
He had wanted her with child, she could feel it every time he pushed his way into her mind. He had calculated this move thoroughly, a way of extending his power both over her and within the Empire.
But she would not be used, -none of hers would be used in this way.
McCoy knew the hobgoblin would figure out what was done, that it had been him. He knew that he would eventually pay dearly for this favor, but he couldn't say no.
Not when it was for her.
He quickly loaded a hypo-spray and looked into her eyes once more, a question of surety.
She nodded.
The sound of pressured air and a slight wince from Uhura, and it was done.
Title: Meeting
Author: ndia_ink
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: implied Sarek/Amanda and Spock/Uhura
Rating: G(!)
Disclaimer: nothing but the story is mine
Warnings: surprisingly none
Summary: drabble. a quick visit.
She walked slowly, her footsteps echoing lightly in her wake. Her entire body was covered in clinging layers of dark brown and gray except for her face and the fingers of her right hand.
A small bundle swayed gently across her chest.
The Vulcan guards stood aside to allow Uhura to enter the immense chamber. She walked slowly, her footsteps echoing lightly in her wake. Her entire body was covered in clinging layers of dark brown and gray except for her face and the fingers of her right hand.
A small bundle swayed gently across her chest.
Her figure hadn't changed much. She was still slimmer and slighter than most, though heavier up top now as one would expect. She stood before the older woman and waited.
"Come closer." she said, beckoning slightly with her hand.
"I wish to see him." She bobbed the bundle gently, eliciting a light "coo" and stepped up to where the woman was seated. Both women's faces were unreadable masks. She stood just out of reach and moved just a bit of cloth aside to reveal the infant's face.
It was paler than she would have expected and piglet-like, it's face scrunched up even in the low light of the room. A few wispy curls were visible, as well as his ears -yes, the ears were Vulcan. She exhaled. Life might be easier for him.
The other woman's face softened slightly.
"What's his name?"
"S'chn T'gai Sen Kel"
"May I please -" Uhura shook her head.
"That's not part of the deal." Lady Amanda's expression turned pained.
"I risk much just being here, but I thought you had a right to see him..." Uhura said. "...He would know." she added, as a reminder.
Lady Amanda nodded. Yes. Of course, he would. Remnants of emotion transferred by her touch would linger in the child.
They stared at each other for a long moment as worlds of understanding passed between them. Uhura then lifted her hand in salute as Lady Amanda did so in turn, re-covered the babe's face, and left.
Title: Among Aliens and Men
Author: ndia_ink
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: past Spock/Uhura, mostly sociopath!Uhura
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: nothing's mine but the story
Warnings: violence
Summary: drabble. on opposite sides.
She stares up into their many faces, her eyes bright with anticipation, her lips settled into a curved line, a bright red slash on her face.
"I have no qualms about destroying you all, but I never do so frivolously. Simply give us what we require and I will grant you mercy."
One of the aliens is sprawled on the ground before her, half-kneeling. Obviously of stature, it wears the most elaborate of their clothing. A black substance oozes from a cut beneath it's large blinking white eye. It coughs and sputters.
"We have given all that we can spare without guaranteeing our own destruction in any event." It says. "At least this way, our deaths will be honorable."
She sighs and flips open her communicator. "Bring the young one."
An officer appears with a small alien tethered on a leash, it's limbs bound behind it. It vocalizes desperately in it's tongue, mostly whistles and clicks.
The woman answers it sharply in the same tongue and it stills.
She looks down at the prone alien leader and laughs darkly.
"I don't need this translator. It just mutes that incessant noise that you call a language for my men."
"--Now." Keeping her eyes fixed on the alien leader, she reaches out her hand. The leash-handle is placed within and she squeezes.
The young alien's body seizes and jerks, emitting a high, piercing warble of pain.
The alien leader's entire body shifts in color and shivers, but it says nothing.
The woman squeezes harder until the young alien stops making sounds, but begins to smell of cooked flesh.
She releases the handle and it's body drops to the ground.
Another young alien is brought forth.
"You have four of them left before I must move on to the others'."
The rest of the aliens present shiver and shift in color as well.
"We destroy you our way and take what we want or you give it to us and afford yourselves a slim chance that you will find another way to survive. --You choose."
The silence is thick, an almost physical weight between them.
Finally, the alien creature nods mutely and the woman touches her communicator.
"--Commander."
"Send down an extraction team."
High above in orbit, a Vulcan listens intently from his cloaked ship.
"Sir, we have a lock on her position."
"Proceed."
The characteristic hum and light of a transporter beam surrounds her and her men move, but she holds up a hand and orders them to complete the mission as her molecules come apart.
They reconfigure in a hot dark humid space and she is surrounded by Romulans.
A Vulcan emerges from a corridor and stares at her.
"So, here we are." she smiles, unsurprised. "The traitor has returned. -Is it your season again, Spock?"
"Already past, Nyota." His face remains predictably impassive.
"Take her to the brig.
Title: None of Mine
Author: ndia_ink
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Spock/Uhura, implied Uhura/Bones
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: nothing's mine but the story
Warnings: abortion-talk, abusive!spock
Summary: drabble. a big favor.
She sat on the floor, dizzy and dehydrated and willed her body not to be in the state that she suspected.
She flushed, rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth, and showered. She checked the time. His shift would be over in less than three hours. Not long.
She opened her comm. A bedraggled looking Bones rubbed his eyes on the other end.
"I apologize for waking you but...I need to see you right away."
He was fully awake now. "What is it? --Was that hobgoblin rough with you?"
"No... I'll tell you at the clinic." She cut the comm and finished dressing, vomiting once more before she was able to leave her quarters.
Once there, she looked up at him said "Tell me I'm not pregnant."
McCoy used the tricorder to scan her belly and said... "I'm sorry. I can't do that, lady."
She seemed to deflate, her whole body sagging into the bio-bed.
"Leonard." she said, her eyes wide with fear. "I can't carry it...I can't make any more like him."
"I know I'm asking you to risk a lot here...The last thing I want is for you to pay for my choice, but...I can't."
He reached over and squeezed her hand, his face sad and resigned. She hadn't chosen this. He had chosen her and he was cruel.
He lorded over her, as if she were a rare prize to be jealously guarded and yet even with all of his infamous Vulcan control, he couldn't find it within himself to treat her with the necessary restraint.
The cabins were sound-proof but one could still feel the rhythmic thumps, could see the recurring patterns of darkened marks decorating her wrists and neck, -and her careful movements.
It began without warning. One day she was refined and untouchable, the next few she and Spock were no where to be found. Then thereafter she was his. There was never an obvious public display of this, but she had been diminished... She who shrank from no one, visibly shrank back from him.
He had wanted her with child, she could feel it every time he pushed his way into her mind. He had calculated this move thoroughly, a way of extending his power both over her and within the Empire.
But she would not be used, -none of hers would be used in this way.
McCoy knew the hobgoblin would figure out what was done, that it had been him. He knew that he would eventually pay dearly for this favor, but he couldn't say no.
Not when it was for her.
He quickly loaded a hypo-spray and looked into her eyes once more, a question of surety.
She nodded.
The sound of pressured air and a slight wince from Uhura, and it was done.