Transporter Room - Away Team

[sehlatbear]

Spock eyed his companion - this counterpart had seen only the briefest glimpse of sickbay and the confines of the room he shared with Pike. But Spock would not question the Acting Captain's order to include him. He would be of benefit, particularly with his practical knowledge of Romulans and their ways

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[original_fine]

Jim craned his head to see, but it seemed he knew, deep in his own mind, what had happened before he saw it.

"No!" he shouted towards the crumpled body, aware this was not "his" Spock but for the moment, this didn't matter. His struggle intensified, but the walls held fast, and it flashed through Jim's mind that this world's Jim would be mourned but for himself and the Spocks there was only a handful of non-entities here to care.

No. He wouldn't think that way.

"Let me go!" he shouted, at nothing, at the ship. He had no idea if it could hear him, if it understood English. But he had to try--it was stronger than he was. "I mean you no harm. I mean Nero no harm. Let me take my friends, and I will go."

[mirroredspock]

His consciousness is vague, drifting, almost as though he is asleep and trapped between waking and the dreams he denies having.

Christopher is calling for him but he can only whisper in return.

Christopher.

It is a plaintive, painful noise, a predator wounded in a way it does not understand.

He crawls, starts to crawl, at least imagines he is crawling, toward James T. Kirk trapped in the wall of this forsaken ship, this hungry creature rising up against them.

[iron_command]

Spock, Spock you have to stay with me.

The conversation did not show on his face. Instead, he stared out the window unblinkingly, hands locked together in parade rest at his lower back.

Stay conscious.

He wanted to command that Spock be beamed back immediately, but the enemy's shields were up. There was nothing that could be done.

[original_fine]

"Spock." He wasn't sure, but he thought he'd said it aloud. He said it again, louder, reaching out for the Vulcan who crawled towards him with aching slowness. He had to get through to Spock, had to figure out some way of getting them off, of keeping him safe for Pike. "Spock, save your strength!"

He pulled against the wall again, pleading with the ship and not caring how it sounded.

[mirroredspock]

He should worry him that he cannot feel the pain he knows his body is experiencing. He will worry about it later. He pulls himself along, increments of motion.

Find, retrieve, return.

Spock will never simply lay down and stop.

[harbors_madness]

It listened to the screams of the hevam above the roar of the environmental controls. It felt the blood of its master, staining its decks. It computed the idea of peace, wanting to save its crew and itself. Terms and agreement.

There was only one choice to be made left, even if it would displease her crew.

She beamed away all enemy organics back to the Enterprise, minus the organic communicating with her.