Misadventures: Come And Get Me
I didn't mention it last entry, but it's entirely possible that Jim's become my new Ichigo, at least as far as me beating him up or tormenting him in fics is concerned. That's where the title of the series came from. Also, this series will be pretty heavily about Kirk and Spock, but so far whether or not you take it as Kirk/Spock will depend on how you want to read it. It may eventually end up that way, since Kirk/Spock is one of my favorite pairings ever and all the inconsistencies in Uhura's character in the movie bugged the ever living hell out of me. That's a separate rant, though. The main fic index be thisaway and the Star Trek index is here.
Title: Come And Get Me
Series: The Misadventures of James T. Kirk
Word Count: 574
Rating: PG
Obligatory Disclaimer: Still don't own Star Trek.
Summary: There is no such thing as a no-win situation on the Enterprise, whether her captain is onboard or not.
Notes: If you're uncomfortable with the idea of a character being physically tortured, you may want to skip this one. It doesn't happen "on-screen," as it were, but there's your warning nonetheless. I think this comes after Emotional Transference. I've got a follow-up on deck, but it's not quite finished yet.
After hours of what could only loosely be termed “negotiation,” the remaining crew on the Enterprise got their first look at their captain since his capture. He looked…horrible. It seemed an inappropriate choice of words, yet Spock still could not quite suppress a spike of true horror at Jim-at Captain Kirk’s appearance.
Though he could only see the captain from the waist up, that was more than sufficient. His face was so bruised and bloodied as to be nearly unrecognizable to a casual observer-which, fortunately, Spock was not. His shirt had somehow gone missing and his torso was marked with angry red burns and still-bleeding gashes. His left arm was held protectively around his ribs, but his right hung uselessly at his side. It was grotesquely twisted in a manner that would suggest…nothing Spock had the time or the inclination to contemplate at the moment.
Yes. Horrible. It was the only word that fit.
“Spock? That you?” The captain’s voice was no better than his appearance. He sounded hoarse, raspy. He sounded as if he had screamed as loud and for as long as he was able. It gave Spock yet another thought he did not care to examine.
“Yes, Captain,” he replied finally. “I would ask if you are well, but…”
The captain cut him off with a laugh. Most of the bridge personnel flinched at the sound. Spock remained still, though if questioned about it, he would be forced to admit that a lifetime of Vulcan training and control was the only reason he was able to do so. “You would not,” he retorted. “Vulcans don’t do small talk.”
“I am unable to argue that point.”
The captain clearly tried to give Spock one of his trademark roguish grins and just as clearly failed. Spock frowned disapprovingly anyway. Captain Kirk did not laugh again, but based on his established behavior patterns, Spock could infer than he would have if he had not been so gravely injured. It was…not a comforting thought. Spock tucked it away with the other unpleasant thoughts brought up by the current situation and resolved to set aside some time for meditation once it was concluded.
“I’ve got something else you can’t argue with, Spock,” the captain was saying when Spock refocused his attention on the viewscreen.
“And what might that be, captain?”
Even badly injured and held captive on an enemy vessel, James T. Kirk still managed to make the weight of his authority and the strength of his will felt on his own bridge. He pinned Spock with his gaze and spoke five words that effectively decided the outcome of the encounter.
“You’re sitting in my chair.”
The words and the intent behind them hit Spock almost like a physical blow. He slowly stood up from the chair, but took not a single step from it.
“Yes, Jim,” he acknowledged, then reached out and hit the button on the armrest that cut the channel to the other ship. He immediately held up a hand for silence as the bridge crew turned nearly as one to question his actions.
“The captain has ordered a rescue,” he told them in the most commanding tone he could muster at the moment. “I will be going to retrieve him. Are there any objections?”
He was met with silence. “Good. Mr. Sulu, you have the conn. I want that ship disabled by the time I get to the transporter room.”
Title: Come And Get Me
Series: The Misadventures of James T. Kirk
Word Count: 574
Rating: PG
Obligatory Disclaimer: Still don't own Star Trek.
Summary: There is no such thing as a no-win situation on the Enterprise, whether her captain is onboard or not.
Notes: If you're uncomfortable with the idea of a character being physically tortured, you may want to skip this one. It doesn't happen "on-screen," as it were, but there's your warning nonetheless. I think this comes after Emotional Transference. I've got a follow-up on deck, but it's not quite finished yet.
After hours of what could only loosely be termed “negotiation,” the remaining crew on the Enterprise got their first look at their captain since his capture. He looked…horrible. It seemed an inappropriate choice of words, yet Spock still could not quite suppress a spike of true horror at Jim-at Captain Kirk’s appearance.
Though he could only see the captain from the waist up, that was more than sufficient. His face was so bruised and bloodied as to be nearly unrecognizable to a casual observer-which, fortunately, Spock was not. His shirt had somehow gone missing and his torso was marked with angry red burns and still-bleeding gashes. His left arm was held protectively around his ribs, but his right hung uselessly at his side. It was grotesquely twisted in a manner that would suggest…nothing Spock had the time or the inclination to contemplate at the moment.
Yes. Horrible. It was the only word that fit.
“Spock? That you?” The captain’s voice was no better than his appearance. He sounded hoarse, raspy. He sounded as if he had screamed as loud and for as long as he was able. It gave Spock yet another thought he did not care to examine.
“Yes, Captain,” he replied finally. “I would ask if you are well, but…”
The captain cut him off with a laugh. Most of the bridge personnel flinched at the sound. Spock remained still, though if questioned about it, he would be forced to admit that a lifetime of Vulcan training and control was the only reason he was able to do so. “You would not,” he retorted. “Vulcans don’t do small talk.”
“I am unable to argue that point.”
The captain clearly tried to give Spock one of his trademark roguish grins and just as clearly failed. Spock frowned disapprovingly anyway. Captain Kirk did not laugh again, but based on his established behavior patterns, Spock could infer than he would have if he had not been so gravely injured. It was…not a comforting thought. Spock tucked it away with the other unpleasant thoughts brought up by the current situation and resolved to set aside some time for meditation once it was concluded.
“I’ve got something else you can’t argue with, Spock,” the captain was saying when Spock refocused his attention on the viewscreen.
“And what might that be, captain?”
Even badly injured and held captive on an enemy vessel, James T. Kirk still managed to make the weight of his authority and the strength of his will felt on his own bridge. He pinned Spock with his gaze and spoke five words that effectively decided the outcome of the encounter.
“You’re sitting in my chair.”
The words and the intent behind them hit Spock almost like a physical blow. He slowly stood up from the chair, but took not a single step from it.
“Yes, Jim,” he acknowledged, then reached out and hit the button on the armrest that cut the channel to the other ship. He immediately held up a hand for silence as the bridge crew turned nearly as one to question his actions.
“The captain has ordered a rescue,” he told them in the most commanding tone he could muster at the moment. “I will be going to retrieve him. Are there any objections?”
He was met with silence. “Good. Mr. Sulu, you have the conn. I want that ship disabled by the time I get to the transporter room.”