k/s advent fic: the solstice of the young
master fic: http://ariadnechan.livejournal.com/147046.html
The Solstice of The Young
Chapter Five.
Jim found Spock meditating and disrupting him unintentionally. He had see him in other occasions, but he had always retreated trying not to be notice but this time, Spock actually had felt him. Standing quickly he took Jim by both arms, and Jim could see that Spock’s eyes were really fearful.
“You must stop prying in my meditation. If I can’t be able to sense one day is it you, I could kill you by mistake, do you understand, Kirk?”
Spock had told Jim that he do this in order to maintain his mental control and shields in optimal efficiency, but that others out of his house could not know about it, because they could connect the act of meditation to the banned sect of Surak and his claims of the purge of all emotions. This would bring shame to his house, even the slightest implication of it.
’This House followed ancient arts to stronger the mind and the telepathic abilities, passed from generation to another, this practice was that bring to the House of Solkar the most greatest telepaths in all Vulcan’. Spock remembered hearing his grandmother as a child.
Jim decided to take out Spock of his thoughts and asked. “Actually Spock, I was wondering if I you could teach me meditation and shielding- because I have empathic abilities and sometimes is really tiring to feel the emotions of everyone in the camp, even if their echo is shallow. Can you instruct me in the basics?”
If Spock ‘taught’ him, he could used the time in his actual practices together with him, without hiding, because it was a bored and troublesome, and learning to shield, the Vulcan way would be an asset.
Spock really couldn’t deny him anything. “From tomorrow onwards before we head for the camp of exercises, we will meditate and I will instruct you on how to erect shields from the emotions of others.”
After three weeks, or so, Spock was very impressed. “Jim, I’m proud to see how easy it has become for you to learn to calm your mind and erect shields after so little practice” he said. “You appear to possess natural affinity, even if you are not telepathic; perhaps your emphatic abilities are better than you originally thought they were.” Jim smiled somehow worriedly, because he didn’t want Spock pushing that boundary.
He would have to work harder in his shields. But by other hand Jim was closer to make Spock fall for him, rather than the use of Bene Gesserit techniques. Spock had begun looking at him almost adoringly since he realized about his brilliant Intelligence and his willingness to learn; when that was to add to gorgeousness and charming personality when describing Jim. He was that kind of irresistible.
The problem was that maybe Jim was not at all immune to the hot and brilliant Vulcan. Jim vowed to work harder on his shields and detachment…he couldn’t allow himself to fall for the prince. That was not an option.
********************
Incidents came and went in the camp, Stonn the principal actor. But Jim didn’t know what would happen after Stonn tried to whip T’Grell to death. Jim looked for Spock for help, he found him in his tent meditating.
”I don’t know how much punishment he could take?” Jim was really worried, about T’Grell but also about the outcome of this for Spock should he become involve.
“Kirk, Go to find the Chief of the Camp and comeback with him right away.” Spock was increasingly angry.
“But Spock, what will you do?” Jim asked worriedly
“What I must.” And without another word he took his ahn-woon and he went to the place Jim directed him. Jim went to find the camp leader, his thoughts with Spock.
Stonn was smiling while taking blood from T’Grell. Spock stopped him, grabbing Stonn’s wrist of and forcing him to drop the whip. Stonn turned to face Spock his face burning with hatred, while the other slaves took T’Grell to see if he was still alive.
“Stonn, what are you doing?” Spock demanded.”Why are you degrading yourself in such a way? Had you forgotten your place as the heir of your noble house to reach the point to kill a slave who means you no harm?”
“You are so high and mighty” Stonn spat out angrily. “What are you think you are doing meddling in my affairs? He is my possession and if I want to dispose of him, I can do so by whatever mean I wish to and I if I want him crying and bloody, this have nothing to do with you!” Spock stepped closer, his face flushed with fury.
“This has to do with me, and every one of the noble houses united in these grounds” he shouted “Because in degrading yourself, you are degrading us all and this will not be tolerated!” In that moment The Chief arrived with Jim. Assessing the situation was very easy.
“Spock you can let him go now.”The Chief ordered. Spock bowed and collected his ahn woon, with whom he had Stonn secured.
The Chief turned to face the Vulcan. “Stonn, This act can not be tolerated, less knowing that very soon the practice will end and a representative of your house will come for the tournament. So it’s decided that you have no personal slave from now on, and a service boy will be appointed to your general service only.” The Chief paused for a moment before continuing. “The wounds of the slave will be tended by the healer and if he recovers he will serve the healer.” Stonn left furious his Anger was palpable.
From that day on Stonn sought his revenge against Spock. Because the Chief of the camp took away T’ Grell from him. He tried to wound Spock in practices, and started to molest Jim. At first it was nothing Jim could not manage easily. But soon it morphed in real attempts of subdue him or abducted him.
Little by little Stonn began to act erratically, more violently than before, the boy assigned to Stonn service, said that his tent was very often in complete disarray, with broken things everywhere.
However one week past T’ Grell attack, Stonn began to trying to kill Jim in steed of molest him, and it was on this attempts when Jim was losing the battle. Normally he could manage a lot with his training in the body arts he was always faster than Stonn and thanks of his mastery over his body he managed to escape all the other times. That day Jim was anxious because Spock will be teaching him Vulcan poetry and Stonn was very stealthy. Jim didn’t sense him until he had him taken by the wrists after, all he was three times stronger and slammed him into the wall his hand squeezing his throat. Jim was using all of his ability in order to make his heart neat slower and keep oxygen to his brain, but his life was draining out of him from the strong hand around his neck. Although he knew that he had been unable to imprint him fully yet, he knows that Spock cares for him and he was close. Jim decided to hope, and there was the litany of his mantra to keep himself from sinking into despair and death.
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
****
Spock was selecting the authors for the nightly class to Jim, having found some really interesting poems about soul mates, T’hy’la, when he felt it. It was really a soft nudge, but urgent carrying fear and death, the death of Kirk. Spock stood and taking a dagger and his ahn-woon and started running following the nudge in his mind where it was closer.
The scene make his heart leap from his side, Stonn was killing his Kirk, now he can feel the life escaping him. His shout was a roar of fury.
“Stonn!” Stonn looked at Spock, but kept his hand in Jim’s neck, but the force slackened a little and the human could bring more air, to his body, which ache like it was consumed by fire.
“This is a real surprise” he said. ”I want to surprise you, my friend with a little token of my affection, a slave for a slave, it would be all wrap up out of your tent in the morning but if you want to watch, be my guest.” Stonn was smiling like this was the most normal thing in the world. Spock stepped forward again his fury almost overwhelming him.
“Stonn” He grit out “I will not tolerate this. Do you hear me? Release what is ‘Mine’ at once!” Spock was containing his fury, but would not be able to for much longer. Stonn sneered again.
“Or what your highness?” he taunted shaking Jim by the neck though he was a doll and let him fall and Spock watched as Jim slowly sank to the ground.
Spock desperately wanted to go to Kirk and see if he was still alive, see if he could save him. Spock had told himself he still have time to show this human that he loved him and make him his. But now all his dreams were shattered and blocked and there was one obstacle in his path, one obstacle who was challenging him, one obstacle who was challenging him, one obstacle between him and his mate, and Spock only saw bright green like blood and the fire of his fury started to consume his mind as Stonn continued to throw out taunts.
“You will make the camp chief to ban me from the tournament? You will call your daddy to spank me? You will kill me? What? You took what was mine! What was yours is rightfully mine to dispose of!” Stonn was agitated his eyes looked murderous even as he taunted. He and Spock circled around each other like ancient warriors in a circle of battle, both of them with their ahn-woon in their hands. The only sound was the whip of the guns in the air and roar from the two warriors locked in battle.