Vokaya Halan

A/N: Ooh, what's this? A story?! For those who don't know me, I haven't updated in over a year and a half. So those you do know me and pressed on this story in complete and utter shock, um, I apologise for not updating in over a year and a half for the stories I was writing, those muses decided it would be high time to leave me and board a train ride underneath it. Um...Oh! I'm not to keen on the title, if anyone has a better idea, go ahead and tell me, and while you're at it, got tell me what's wrong with the entire story, this is my first Star Trek story, and I very much believe I don't own a lick of it (T_T), and have no rights to it at all. Um...what else? In case you didn't fully read the warnings on the summary: OOC AU Set AFTER Into Darkness friendship/preslash spirk, so if none of that appeals, uh, don't read? And uh...Oh! This story is indeed completed, I just gotta upload the chapters, so uh, you guys...reviewing and all...might make these chapters come out sooner? ...Just saying.
Why are you guys still reading this? Go read the actual chapter! Shoo! Reviews make the world go round!
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NOTE (as of 31/1/14): This story has become a first in a series I'm calling Rubai-yut, has a STORY POSTER, and an 8tracks listing

8tracks listing for entire story (remove spaces): 8tracks yangu_fuyu/ part-1-of- rubai-yut- vokaya-halan

NOTE (as of 14/04/15): story is being translated into Spanish by qaroinlove (on AO3 and this site) (11175142/1/Vokaya-Halan)

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Spock and Jim get transported back to their childhoods, now suddenly on Vulcan years before its destruction, as children; but, only Spock has his memories. Jim's dark childhood comes forth and Spock must do everything he can to protect his friend, and his home world. Question is, how. OOC AU Set after Into Darkness friendship/pre-slash Jim-Spock

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Chapter 1 – Through Darkness and Shadows

It felt like he had been pulled of the Enterprise, atoms forcefully ripped apart, rearranged illogically while dropping off a moving vehicle.
…A thoughtless perception. His mind made up as his consciousness decided to grace him with its presence and he was able to open his eyes.

…Illogical.

It was the first thing his mind thought up when seeing a sky he knew gone greeted him.

Illogical was the fact he was on Vulcan in any way shape or form. Considering the planets abrupt destruction from a wayward future Romulan bent on destroying all his Elder-self held dear, (illogical that he should use such a phrase to reference something for himself, future aspects residing.)
Illogical was the fact that he was on ANY planet in and way shape or form when he was last on the Enterprise.
…With his Captain…
Jim!

Spock's eyes would widen had he been fully human. Jim! Where was Jim! Great panic (illogical human emotion that it was. Spock was well aware he possessed human emotions. Did not mean he liked neither emitting nor being possessed by them) was being pushed onto his being at the thought of his friend. Did this happen to him, too? Or was he spared?

He sat up, and the world around him swayed as if he was not used to moving, automatically his hands reached forward to stabilize himself. That was when another bout of shock vented through his system. His hands and arms were small in size and length. Spock blinked in sparse minute his brain seemed to shut down. He looked down in search of his body. It too was smaller. It logically suggested his body had regressed in age.
Perhaps time travel.
Such a notion was not uncommon for him; seeing as he could (usually) if he wanted to com. his Elder-self on New Vulcan. He had not regressed in age. But it seemed the only option as to why he would be on Vulcan, and in a smaller body.

His mind shut down again. His thought process was hindering. He had been thinking on something before he digressed. Now, what was it?
His eyes absentmindedly searched around, taking in the surroundings, they were all of Vulcan.
…Except that of a humanoid body of a child not far from him.

Spock felt another sudden rush of singularity of fear go through him. At the thought the human might be hurt. He got up slowly, once he did and was in cooperating order with his smaller body, he walked over to the human; as it was a human he observed as he got closer. When he sank to his knees by the child he noticed the blonde hair, and that he looked rather output. He mentally shook his head. He knew that hair and face (albeit, a slightly…smaller…younger face), which was logical, having if he was brought here as a child, the only person with Spock at the time, that being his Captain would suffer the same changes to. However, Spock could not speak for Jim directly; was he in pain? Only way to find out would be to wake him.
…Through touch.

Spock mentally raised his shields as he normally did around Jim, because he knew sooner or later Jim was bound to come into contact with his person. Jim seemed to run on being a tactile person. It seemed illogical until Spock was not able to touch him.
He reached out; taking hold of the boys' shoulder he shook gently, hopefully to gain a response.

The response was immediate, a flinch; a pained flinch away from contact. Spock immediately stopped and drew away. Jim was afraid of touch?
"Jim." Spock announced. Gritting his teeth when he sounded…young. If Spock would hurt Jim through touch, something he vowed to never do again, he would wake him by other means.
"Jim! Wake up!" Spock said leaning towards the child as much as he dared.
Jim flinched and his eyes clenched, as if waiting for something. Spock waited, he knew Jim was awake, and sounded his name again.

Jim's eyes opened, and Spock leaned back, slightly put off by how much fear was radiating from his friend. Jim looked around, his blue eyes settling on Spock.
However, they held no recognition.
"Jim?" Spock said again, slightly confused and vexed as to why Jim was looking at him like he didn't know him.
Jim flinched. "How do you know my name?" Jim asked a little fearfully.
Spock blinked. "I am your friend." He recounted, knowing very well he could pronounce the link between them without discredit. That was what it was, and he could not lie about it. He had introduced Jim (and vice versa) as his friend multiple of times after discovering the fact that was what they meant to each other.
Jim was looking around. "Where am I?" He asked sitting him; he hissed in pain, before looking to Spock in fear from showing pain and tried to still his reactions to it.
Spock was highly alarmed and concerned.
"You are on Vulcan." Spock told him. Jim blinked in none-understanding. "…The planet Vulcan." Spock alliterated further.
Jim's eyes grew wide. "How did I get here? I was in Iowa!" The boy said fearfully, but looked to Spock; Spock could see a dim hope. "…You won't take me back to Frank…will you?"
Spock blinked. "I do not know any Frank."
Jim had never spoken about his childhood to him. Spock wouldn't press as he was grateful the human left his alone.
"He is my step-father." Jim muttered, not looking at Spock as he flinched again.
"You…are injured." Spock announced, not knowing how Jim would take his seeing.
Jim flinched. "I was hiding."
Spock felt himself frown. "May I query why?"
"I was hiding from Frank."
Spock was able to add two and two together to make four. "He…abuses you?"
Jim flinched and looked to him fearfully. Without neither saying so, he remained quiet but flinched again as pain shunted through him again. Spock felt an urge to comfort Jim, as a fierce wave to protect his now child Captain, who likely now had some type of amnesia. Such a wave he couldn't force away or gravitate around, as he had already known he was fiercely protective of his friend from when they came from.

"What of your mother?" Spock asked; if perhaps he could not be with his step-father he could be turned to his mother could Spock not convince the Vulcans to let him have Jim under his protection. It was very unlikely (not to mention illogical) for them to agree to let a (half) Vulcan child to care for a human injured child; not matter Spock's protests on the matter.
"My mother is out in space, she can't stand looking at me." Jim muttered.
Fierce protectiveness tsunamied into Spock; neither parents wanted Jim! All that bravado he knew Jim possessed when he wanted to hide a half smile was covering this.
Spock mentally shook his head. Focus. His friend did not remember him. He could not be turned back to his parents. Jim was injured.
"I will endeavour to help you, Jim." Spock announced.
Jim looked shocked, then smiled so brightly like the sun, as if suddenly all clouds had moved away to give clear to something so bright. It nearly knocked Spock for six.
"Thanks!" Jim said, and then blinked. "Oh yeah, you know my name, but I can't remember yours." Jim had concluded he couldn't remember Spock, but nevertheless knew him. Spock felt an illogical surge of pride for the Human's ability to feel when he could not rationalise.
"I am Spock."
"Hi, Spock…!" Jim replied.
Then he fell unconscious.