This had to be the worst encounter Spock had ever had. Worse than the time Spock had seen his planet destroyed and his mother had died with the rest of Vulcan.
"Seems I finally can have revenge on you and your captain, Spock." Nero said with a glint in his eyes. From the corner of his eye Spock could see Kirk swallow nervously. Kirk hated being touched, and he hated Nero more or less than Spock.
"And what are you going to do?" Spock managed to say. He had two men pinning his arms so he couldn't escape. Kirk had four men since he was famous for escaping easily.
"Oh, nothing you're going to love it." Nero said. By the way Nero said love, Spock knew he'd hated every second of his time here.
"Bring Kirk to the brig and put Spock in the room." Nero ordered. Spock didn't want to be separated from Kirk, but he had no say in what was about to happen. Spock was led roughly to a room. It had little light, and was mostly dark. As the guards led Spock to the room, they were surprised he wasn't fighting them, and loosened their grip a little. Spock shifted at having a little more freedom. One of the guards grabbed him rough again, and said, "Hey, we don't want no trouble, or we'll tell Nero." Spock didn't care if they told Nero, but he didn't want Nero to find an excuse to hurt him or Kirk. Spock was pushed into the room and tied to a chair. He didn't particularly care, he was use to being bound as captive, but he hated the dark.
After he was tied to the chair the guards left, and Nero came in. He had some sort of kit, which made Spock nervous. He put the kit down on a desk and opened it. Spock couldn't see what was in it; Nero's back was turned. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
When Nero turned around with a needle, Spock became nervous and started swallowing nervously. His mouth was dry, and he needed water. Nero noticed this and took pity on him, giving him water. But after he drank the water Nero held up the syringe and tapped it. Spock's eyes were following Nero as he approached slowly with the needle. Nero bent down next to Spock's right side and cleaned his neck. Spock understood that Nero as going to put a tracker in him.
"Is Jim going to have one, too?" Spock asked, curious. He knew Nero might be mad at him for speaking, but he wanted to know.
"It would be, as you Vulcans say, logical." He made it sound like logic was a bad thing, considering Spock basically lived by logic all his life and wasn't going to stop. As Nero gently put the needle to his neck and inserted the small tracker, Spock couldn't help but whimper. He hated needles a lot. Nero said nothing, and after the needle was out the guards came back and escorted Spock to the same cell as Kirk. At a first glance, you would see the two bunk beds, the shabby, well-worn walls, and the table with four chairs. He saw Jim on top of one of the bunks, reading.
"Hey." Kirk said, acting as if they were still on the Enterprise. Spock wished they were. He missed all his friends, and Uhura most of all. Spock went on the bottom bunk of the same bed.
"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me if they're taking one of us somewhere or if something happens or…."
"Spock, I get your point. I'll tell you if something happens, okay?" Jim said. Spock nodded, drifting asleep.
