Disclaimer : I own nothing, all rights reserved to movie makers, actors, creators, directors etc etc
Warnings : Written as Pre-Slash but you can look at it as a friendship fic and it will still work. SPOILERS for the film.
AN : OMG! The film was beyond amazing, i wanna go and see it again so badly! It was epic, i seriously suggest going and seeing it, even if you didn't like the original or any of the tv series, the film is a must just for the action, the story, the guys! lol
AN2 : Anyway, first attempt at this, i've nevr written a Star Trek before, never thought i would but here it is. I don't think i got the characterisation quite right but i will work on perfecting that in the future, i've already got another fic idea in my head :)
Below The Line
He didn't relish in the idea of having to intentionally cause someone pain, least of all over something as shattering as the death of a loved one, of family. The fact that he was doing in under the advice of Spock's future counterpart made the whole situation that much more unimaginable. He had assured Jim that is was a nessrcary action to take, that in the long run it would be of benefit and somehow, Kirk couldn't find it in himself to doubt the man. Still, Jim's inside's twisted painfully as he was dragged onto the Brigue after successfully managing to get his way back into the ship. His heart pounded and even through his outwardly calm and cocky exterior, his hands gave a barely noticeable shake.
When Spock walked up to him it was almost his undoing. He hesitated on the inside, a sick feeling rising in him as the first remark was formulated in his mind. He knew as words spilled out of his mouth that he was hitting far below the line. Kirk couldn't work out, did not like the way every remark he made felt like he was tearing off one of his own limbs.
His blatant disregard to authority, his authority, frustrated Spock to no end. The ease that Kirk seemed to let the bites roll off of his tongue was infuriating. There was no question of his objective in this course of action, to goad him into an emotional response. He would like to claim that Kirk would fail, that as a Vulcan he had his emotions under control. Yet a anger burned inside of him that he found impossible to distinguish, a desire for retribution that he could not push down. James Kirk throwing his words back at him on fear was something he would not stand for.
"I will not allow you to lecture me." His strained voice betrayed the calm demeanour he was desperately trying to hold on to. Jim's voice was brimmed with challenge.
"Then why don't you stop me?"
The first hit was thrown with barely a conscious thought, Kirk's echoing words ringing in Spock's ears as his fist connected with flesh. Kirk fought back, no hint of surprise at the turn out of events, his punches landing with an ability hat would at any other time be impressive. Around them people gasped but it was barely heard as they fought. With each hit an ache flared in Kirk's chest that had nothing to do with the injury Spock was trying to cause him. Deep in his chest pain raged and he knew beyond a doubt that this was wrong, wrong beyond anything.
Spock saw the falter in Jim's steps, the sudden hesitation in his eyes and took it for what it was. An opening. He flung Jim across the nearest console, the spark of electricity meaning nothing as his hands found their way to Jim's neck. He could feel the bone move beneath his fingers, the frantic movement of muscle as air was desperately tried to be drawn in. It was only the sudden shout of his name, the harsh tone, that shocked him back to his senses, his hands suddenly burning as he realised what he was doing.
A feeling he did not recognise consumed him as he backed off, feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of what he had nearly done. Not only had he nearly killed another Star Fleet officer, he had nearly killed James Kirk, Jim. He did not know why that made the thought even more atrocious to him. Looking down as Kirk coughed, lungs drawing in gulps of air, he was struck by an overwhelming sense of wrongness.
As his eyes locked with Jim, the room faded out around them in a ay completely different to that of the fight. The same confusion laced pain was mirrored across both of their faces, the reason escaping both of them. Both knew without a doubt that what they had just done was wrong, more than that, it had felt unnatural. That the burning pain in their chests was the feeling of something being broken, something that would desperately need to be fixed.
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