Sticks and Stones
by Bookwormdragon
Disclaimer: Neither the Star Trek Universe nor any of the Characters in the Star Trek Universe belong to me. No profit is made from this story on my part. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNING: Spoilers for Star Trek (2009) Movie!
Looking into Spock's eyes, Jim was already regretting what he was about to say. He wasn't above fighting dirty, but there were some things that were below the belt, even for him, and what he was about to do was one of them.
Still, the Older Spock had been insistent: he needed to be the Captain. And the only way he could be the Captain was if Spock wasn't.
It was even worse, now that he knew that Vulcans in general - and Spock in particular - really did feel emotion. The Older Spock's emotions had been amazingly vivid and powerful - he had never felt anything so strong and deep as he had in the meld, never. No wonder they controlled themselves so ruthlessly; he could barely imagine what it must be like to go through life with that kind of fire burning inside you, waiting to slip free and wreak havoc.
Jim may have been rough and tough and full of bravado, but he wasn't lacking in compassion. He and Spock didn't like each other, hell, maybe they even hated each other. Pointy-eared bastard. But that didn't mean he wanted to hit the man when he was down. Under normal circumstances, this was something even he wouldn't stoop too, but these weren't normal circumstances, were they?
I'm sorry for this, Spock, but it's necessary. Our future depends on it.
Opening his mouth, he let the mocking words fall, searching for Spock's weaknesses, stabbing through his tightly-leashed control like a thousand razor-sharp daggers.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but it's words that really hurt me.