Title: You will not know me very long
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton.
Warnings: AU; mentions of torture
Pairings: pre-and-post-Jim/Spock
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 515
The pain you wake to is not yours
You’ve kissed him, and he’ll never forgive you
They are put in separate quarters. Spock’s is locked from the outside. He collapses against the wall, his yet uninjured hand spread against it.
Human blood is so red. Jim bled so much.
Spock strives for calm, trying to determine an escape. Both their communicators had been destroyed and he has no way of knowing where the Narada has taken them, how far from Earth and the Enterprise.
He has no idea how Jim is even still alive. No idea how much longer Captain Kirk can survive without medical attention—or even with it. How much abuse can a human take? When Kirk had been gasping beneath him, he had felt how easy it would be to crush Kirk’s windpipe, to kill him. Before beaming aboard the Narada, Kirk had already been injured.
Spock closes his eyes, all calm lost to him. It is his fault the Captain fell into Nero’s insane grasp; he should not have allowed a human—an already grievously injured human—to accompany him on such a suicidal mission, much less the captain.
Nero’s voice pronounces over the intercom, Spock.
What do you want? Spock whispers, his uninjured fingers clenching into a fist.
I have a present for you, Nero says. Spock breathes through his rage, futilely seeking serenity. I’ll let you watch while I deprive your human of his life.
The door slides open and Spock stares at the entrance. He limps to it, unable to recall a time he has been so furious or so tired.
He must find a way out of this, a way to save Captain—no, he is Jim, now. Here, on this ship. Until Spock has seen them both to safety, he is Jim.
Spock must find a way to kill Nero, murderer of billions.
Two Romulans await him in the hall; they brutally grab both his arms and pull him deeper into the bowels of the ship. He does not see Jim until the Romulans shove him to his knees: Jim is still unconscious, lying on the ground by Nero’s feet. His chest barely rises with each breath, but no more blood is flowing.
Where I come from, Spock, the two of you had been great friends. Some even said lovers. Nero’s voice is almost friendly. You were despondent when he died.
Crouching down and loosely wrapping a hand around Jim’s already horrifically bruised throat, Nero meets Spock’s eyes. Will you mourn so strongly in this time?
Spock clenches his good fist, determining to save Jim or die trying. He has no advantages here: his left shoulder is dislocated, his right ankle slightly sprained, entire body littered with bruises or scrapes. He is exhausted and nearly incandescent with rage.
But Jim had refused to let him come alone.
Spock lunges to his feet, grabbing the phaser of the Romulan to his right. He shoots both his guards then takes aim at Nero, who howls his fury as he dodges.
Five Romulans converge on Spock from all directions. Restrain him, Nero growls. Make sure there are no more interruptions.
Jim, forgive me, Spock whispers.
continues here
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Date: 2009-07-14 04:19 am (UTC)That said, I love the stark writing style, the use of the present tense, the understatement. Keep it up!
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:06 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:07 pm (UTC)(Also, your icon: *hee*)
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Date: 2009-07-14 06:37 pm (UTC)Good job!!
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Date: 2009-07-14 07:54 pm (UTC)