This was originally a mirrorverse chapter for my story 'Back At The Academy' In which Kirk, Spock, and Bones are all roommates at Starfleet Academy. (This may make more sense if you read a chapter or two of that first, thanks). But it needed a T rating and nothing else in 'Back At The Academy' merited a T rating, So I've expanded it and turned it into a long one-shot. Enjoy.
I do not own Star Trek.
Cover picture found on DeviantART, done by deviant Mkb-Diapason.
James T. Kirk stormed into his room, he walked up next to the bed where one of his roommates, Leonard McCoy was sitting, reading.
"Where were you?" he demanded. "You were supposed to come find me right after you last class!"
"I forgot." said Leonard sullenly.
"Like hell you did, liar." said James. He grabbed Bones collar and pulled him up. "Where. Were. You?"
"The infirmary, I had an accident." Bones spat. "Or rather, the other person did." Jim flung his roommate down.
"I don't see any blood." said Jim, sitting down.
"I changed."
"Thought you liked blood."
"It was getting on my hands."
Spock entered the room.
"Spock," said Jim. "where've you been?"
"I went to see Christine." said Spock.
"Ooooh." said Bones tauntingly. "Interesting."
"I was retrieving this. Nyota gave it to her to give to you." he held out a small device. Kirk literally shouted with glee. It was an agonizer. He took it from Spock.
"It work's right?"
"Yeah, because, you know. The entire student body and most of the faculty aren't nearly afraid of you enough." said Bones. Agonziers were not used on cadets, and therefore, hard to get.
"It works." said Spock. "I tested it."
"On who?"
"It was logical to seek out one of Finnegan's compatriots to use it on. It was remarkably powerful."
Jim shoved the device in his pocket. He lay down on his bed and smiled. He had just begun his second year at the Imperial Fleet Academy, and he knew he was already in charge. He'd known from his first day he'd rule this place, he'd known it ever since he met Bones, and Spock.
That first day, he'd met them both at the same time, in this room.
"I'm James Tiberius Kirk." He'd said, tossing his bag onto the floor.
"I am Spock." the Vulcan had said.
"You're Vulcan?"
"Yes."
"Freak."
"My mother is a human."
"I apologize. Half-Breed Freak." Kirk had glared at Spock, daring him to say something, he didn't.
"I'm Leonard, I'm a medical student." said McCoy.
"Leonard is a stupid name."
"So is Tiberius." Kirk had walked up to Leonard, smiled, and then shoved him down and pinned him to the floor. He pulled out his knife (a really nice one, a going-away gift from his brother) and placed it under the other boy's chin.
"Listen up, Sawbones. You may think you're clever, that you can get past me with your smart mouth, well tough luck, because you can't. I don't really give a shit what you do outside this room at this point, but when you're in here, I'm going be in charge."
"I'm not gonna be anyone's minion. I work for me."
"Funny, for someone going to the Imperial Academy." Bones still glared up defiantly.
"I was drafted. My parents sold me to the Empire to move up in the world, I'm lucky I got to choose my degree." Kirk pressed the knife to McCoy's neck to remind him it was there.
"Listen, draftee. I'm here of my own free will, which means I rank higher, at least for this year. Which means if you don't show up to class tomorrow, no one is going to look at me. I'd suggest thinking about being a minion as you put it."
"Fine, fine! Let me up." Jim, moved and offered McCoy a hand up, he didn't take it.
"Just because you're in control doesn't mean I have to touch you." Kirk chose to ignore that comment.
"Am I going to get any trouble from you?" asked Jim of Spock.
"I am here to study. If allying myself to someone will make it easier to concentrate on that, I will."
"It will. And you will."
After that day, He had never had much trouble from Bones or Spock again, soon he had others unofficially working for him, his own little crew. And he liked it.
"I'm leaving." said Bones, back in the present. "I have to get stuff for class. Anyone who doesn't get above a ninety-seven on the next test has to work in the morgue."
"Whatever. Leave." said Jim. McCoy did. Jim sighed and flopped onto his bed.
"Why does everyone hate me, Spock?" he asked.
"Because you frighten them. You have hurt many people, and indirectly killed at least one already." Spock said, without even looking at him.
"He was just a simpleton with bad grades. No one misses him. You hate me too."
"Hate is an emotion."
"You're half human."
"My emotions are still suppressed, and thus, do not matter." he handed Kirk and PADD calmly. "History assignment." Kirk set it down gently. Then lunged at Spock, pinning him to the wall.
"Tell me the truth, dammit!" he said. "I don't want to hear that emotional control crap."
"You threaten to hurt me regularily. I most likely could not stop you. Nor could I find anyone else to stop you for me. Logically I must follow you." said Spock evenly. Jim gripped his wrists harder.
"Lies. You're stronger than I am, you could stop me easily. Right now I'm only able to hold you because you let me." Kirk held both Spock's wrists with his left hand and pulled out the agonizer. "I could use this on you right now."
"You won't." said Spock.
"What makes you so sure?"
"You never hurt me. You may threaten, but I doubt you ever shall truly harm me. You have hurt Leonard, and the others you keep in relative closeness to yourself. But not me. You need one person who will not have a reason to extract revenge on you if possible. Someone you can trust."
Kirk put the agonizer away and pulled out his knife, gliding it slowly down Spock's cheek, careful not to cut him. "I could change that, after all, I can find another confidante. You're just a Vulcan after all."
"Which is why I need you. I could push back, but Half-Vulcan or fully Vulcan I have less worth in the eyes of the Empire than a human. If I stay by you, loyal and trusted, then in the end, it will not matter what my heritage is, because I hold the same confidence you do that you will be a starship captain." Kirk put his knife away and let go he walked away and stared out of the window.
"I think that mind of yours is more sly and cunning than I know."
"Prehapse.
"You know, you'll always be a Half-breed, Green-blooded Monster."
"Yes, I will."
Bones meticulously cleaned blood off his hands. It was the next day and the infirmary had been short staffed. So some of the medical students had been enlisted to help. It happened pretty often actually. Being a doctor just didn't have the same allure as being a real officer.
He wasn't the only person who had been sold by his parents to work in the Imperial Fleet, (it was very common really, poor families did it quite often) but he was one of the few who had been allowed to choose his profession therein. Mostly because when he'd been taken for a physical and he had just said 'if this hadn't happened, I would've been a doctor'.
Magic words. Instead of being shoved on some understaffed space station or ship until he died, he was given a place at the Academy, free of charge, because the Imperial Fleet never had enough doctors.
Leonard glanced around, bored. He hadn't had to do much, besides that last one. But he'd just needed to be sedated so he'd stop freaking out and then cleaned up. No real bad injuries yet, but it was early.
Bones kept wiping off his hands. Overall he liked blood, seeing it flowing from open cuts , the smell, even the taste of it. But he could not stand to have his hands dirty. Someone had made fun of that once. They were missing a few fingers now.
The doors to the infirmary slid open. Kirk entered, dragging in another person.
"I need a death certificate written up." he said. Bones walked over to the person. His shirt was baisically non-exsistent it was so torn, his back was covered in bruises and there was blood everywhere, so much he couldn't even tell where the wounds were. he kicked the body so he could see the face. Bones knew right away who it was.
Finnegan O'Hara. Kirk had finally decided to be done with him.
Bone checked for a pulse, covering his hand with his coat.
"Jim, he's still alive." he said.
"So?" he said.
"I'll get in trouble for killing him. The doctors might let people slide away all the time, but they can punish me for it."
"He'll be dead in ten minutes or so, and you know regulations say that it's a waste of resources to try to fix up someone this far gone." replied James.
"Dammit Jim! If you're going to kill someone, just do it! Don't maim them and then drag them to the infirmary so-"
"Don't you even dare try to tell me what to do!" yelled Jim. And actual doctor entered.
"I've left someone's face half-stiched just to come see what the yelling is about, so it'd better be good." she said.
"Doctor Tranyar, He brought me someone alive and asked for a death certificate!" said Bones.
"I told you, he'll be dead soon enough anyway!" said Kirk. The doctor looked at O'hara.
"Put him on a bio-bed, clean him up, we'll see if he makes it."
"What if he doesn't?" asked McCoy.
"Then he was too weak to serve The Empire anyway." she left. Kirk grudgingly helped lift Finnegan onto a bio bed. Bones called for one the nurses to do the rest and then cleaned up Kirk.
"It's amazing how you've managed to keep your face pretty. You ought to be covered in scars by this point." said Bones.
"Just luck I guess." said Kirk. "I hope Finnegan dies. After he's gone I'll be the top student in the entire school." Leonard blotted anti-septic into one of Kirk's cuts.
"That hurts!" he yelled.
"Fine, I'll just let it get infected instead." McCoy. "Then, I can cut off your arm! And you're worthless with just one arm."
"Just finish." grumbled Kirk. McCoy bandaged James's injuries. James got down from the bio-bed where he had been sitting.
Someone walked into the room form another part of the infirmary. It was Hikaru Sulu. A long cut along the side of his face newly stiched.
"Nice face." sneered Kirk. "Look's like Chekov's handiwork." Sulu glared at him.
"Yeah. And it's your fault. I wouldn't be sharing a room with that little demon if you hadn't gotten me a room transfer."
"Don't be stupid. You're the only one that can ask to have your room changed."
"Everyone knows you had Uhura hack it." snapped Hikaru. Kirk pulled out his new agonizer and pressed it to Sulu's chest.
"I'll turn this on right now. Don't think I won't. Let me hear you say it." said Kirk. Sulu eyes widened at the thought of the pain agonizers caused.
"I never said anything." he said quickly. Kirk put the device away. Sulu left. Kirk sighed.
"I'm bored. I'm going to go find Janice. I suppose you'll have to be here for the rest of the day?"
"Yeah."
"Fine." Kirk left, striding out. Bones looked down at his blood-stain medical scrubs. He heard a scream from a paitient. Probably dying. Maybe he'd get to do the autopsy later, he liked autopsies.
Back to work.
Kirk walked down the hall, followed by Spock and Bones, also by Chekov who he was talking to.
"All I want to know is if you gave Sulu that new scar he's sporting."
"Yes. He vas annoying me, and I vas bored."
"You don't need to explain yourself, I don't like him much either, I'd just prefer not to make him an enemy. Did he tell you what I pulled today?"
"Yes."
"Remember that next time you pull one of your knives on one of my people. Go away." Pavel walked off, spinning one the multiple throwing knives he had in his hand.
"Maybe that lecture will stick this time, Jim." said Bones.
"I hope so, I'm getting sick of dealing with him." said Jim. "Isn't this your class?"
"Yup. I'll see you this evening." He left.
"Spock, I think you should grow a beard,"
"A beard?"
"Just a goatee, it'd make you look older."
"Facial hair is too difficult to take care of."
"But, Spock." said Jim, in a nice voice, a voice Spock had learned to be wary of. "I think it would look good. I want you to."
"Then grow your own beard." Spock instantly regretted saying that. Jim was smiling, not his real smile, but a wide, smile that he only had when he was going to do something cruel.
"Christine owes me one." he said. "Isn't that funny? How the girl who uses her innocent looking face to get blackmail on everyone owes me one? I think I'll cash in. I don't know what I want from her, though. What could she give me? What could such a pretty, sweet, but inwardly messed up girl like that give me? Can you think of anything I cou-"
"- I'll grow a goatee." he said. I should not care what happens to her, it isn't logical. And logic is what's kept me alive. Kept me from getting hurt.
"I'm glad. I think you should go to class now, go on, run off." Spock turned on his heels and walked away toward class. Kirk smiled to himself as he kept walking along. You could be rich, you could handsome, you could be or have or do anything but in the end there was only one thing that mattered. Power. And for now, here, at the Academy, he was powerful.
Spock sat in his room. His assignments had all been turned in, so he was safe from punishment for another day. There had been an assassination at Imperial Fleet command today. A captain up for promotion. That happened all the time though.
Bones swiftly entered the room. His shoulder was bleeding. Spock knew Leonard could stop the bleeding by appling pressure the wound, but Leonard would never purosefully get his hands dirty.
McCoy rifled around in Kirk's dresser until he found a dermal regnerator. He started to use it.
"I knew he had one somewhere." said Bones. "No one who fights that much can stay looking that nice. Did you know he had this."
"Yes, I thought you had acquired it for him."
"No, I don't steal equipment, misuse it or break into the infirmary to use it, sure but not steal it. I'll bet Rand got it for him. She's got the ear of some of the male nurses, if you know what I mean." He put the regenerator away. His shoulder healed.
Spock looked at his roommate. His enitre student uniform, and the white coat he'd been given to wear, was stained with blood. But like normal, his hands were perfectly clean, there wasn't even anything under his fingernails. Spock could not understand why someone with an obssesion with keeping his hands clean would choose to be a doctor, it was a considerably dirty profession.
"Stay off the furniture. You're filthy." said Spock. Bones flung off the white lab coat into a hamper. But did not go to change out of his blood covered uniform.
"They made me take care of a Vulcan cadet today. A senior who got hurt in training. He pulled through. Too bad, I wanted to do the autopsy." He took out his standard issue knife. "James carries two knives you know, this one and his personal one. Why don't you carry your knife, Spock?"
"I have no need of it." Spock replied.
Kirk walked in. "What are you doing, Bones?"
"I wasn't going to hurt him, not badly at least." said Bones.
"Leave Spock alone. Take your bad mood out on someone else."
"Sure," Bones shoved Spock toward Kirk, "here's your Vulcan lackey." Kirk handed Spock the agonizer.
"It's broken."
"Montgomery can repair it."
"It broke while I using it on him. I don't trust him to fix it right." Spock took the device and pocketed it.
Bones sat on th edge of Spock's bed, ignoring the Vulcan's earlier request.
"Get off my bed." said Spock.
"Make me." sneered Bones. Spock grabbed Leonard's hands and pulled him off the bed. Bones pulled away.
"Don't touch my hands! I don't know where yours have been."
"The end of my arms, Leonard."
"Was that supposed to be funny?" growled Bones.
"I do not understand the concept of humour." said Spock. Kirk stepped in.
"Stop fighting, you two! I'm in a bad mood already because Finnegan is gonna live! And I have homework to do. If I don't finish, guess what happens?" Kirk's roommates quieted down. They both knew what Kirk meant. Jim claimed to need silence to work. If his assignments were poorly done, or late, he'd blame Spock. Spock was half-vulcan and a therefore a second-class citizen so the teachers would accept that and punish Spock. Kirk would 'punish' Bones himself.
Bones turned away. He picked up his PADD. "Spock, look at this, it's kinda interesting." Spock took the PADD. Leonard quickly leaned acrosses and slashed across Spock's left palm. Green blood trickled from the long cut. Spock slapped Leonard across the face with his cut hand.
"How dare you!?" Leonard shouted. Green blood was one his cheek, someone else would've wiped it away, but not Leonard, it would mess up his hands.
"You harmed me. I am within my rights to harm you back." said Spock. Bones took his knife back out.
"I'll do a lot worse than cut your hand, hobgoblin."
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE HELL UP!" yelled Kirk. he set down his homework and grabbed Leonard's wrist, then Spock's on the hand that was cut. he pressed their hands together. He pulled off his sash with his free hand and quickly tied it around their wrists and hands, so they could not pull apart.
"I warned you." said Kirk, sitting back down to his homework. Bones looked horrfied. He could feel the wet, warm, vulcan blood on his hand. His clean, smooth hand. He couldn't untie himself, he'd get blood on his other hand too.
Spock reached to untie the sash.
"Do that and I'll forget about not hurting you." said Kirk, not even looking up. Then he did look up. "Actually, let me make sure you won't." He grabbed another sash from the dresser and tied Spock's other hand to his desk.
"Please, do something else, please." asked Bones.
"I'll tie your other hands together too, and Spock won't be the one with the cut across his palm." Leonard shut up.
"James, holding hands has a different signifgance to Vulcans..." said Spock.
"I know. it wouldn't be bad for you if only Bones didn't like it." said Kirk, back to work.
"Please untie us, Jim!" pleaded Bones. "I can't stay like this, I can't!"
"Shut up or I'll leave you like that all night!" Bones fell silent. He could still feel Spock's blood on his now dirty hand. What could he do but wait? Similar thoughts ran through Spock's mind as well.
Spock could barely keep his relief down when Kirk finally untied them. It had been one hour, fifty-one minutes, and three seconds. In his lifetime, Spock had been cut (obviously), punched, whipped, even had an agonizer used on him briefly in a demonstration. This had been far worse than anything else.
Bones had been silent, they both had. But the whole time he had been biting his lip, scrunching his eyes shut, as if he was the one in pain. He had a fetish, something ultimately surmountable, Spock had had to deal with something worse.
Leonard ran to the bathroom the second they were free. Water could be heard moments later. Kirk went and got his dermal regenerator and started to use it on Spock.
"Why are you wasting the power supply on me?" asked Spock.
"I don't want you bleeing on the carpet."
"I assume such. I doubted it was mercy."
"I just forced you and Bones to hold hands for almost two hours. I don't do mercy." Kirk finished with Spock's hand and put away the device. Spock had sat down, Kirk looked down on his companion.
"Tonight was a reminder of something. I own Bones. And I own you. I've owned you both since the day we met and I will own you until we graduate, maybe even longer. And as long as I own you I can do as I please. Don't forget it again."
"Yes, James. I won't." James smiled. He kneeled down, so he could looked Spock in the eye.
"You know, in the end, You're a freak, Bones is an OCD sociopath and I'm just cruel and maybe even wrong in the head myself. But I like it that way." He held Spock's chin. "On another note, you'll look nice in a couple of weeks once you have a beard." Jim let go and went to go get McCoy out of the bathroom.
It was very late at this point. Spock changed his shirt and climbed into bed. He didn't fall asleep until Bones stopped washing (Kirk came close to threatening him with a phaser.), got into bed, and turned out the lights. With the moonlight coming in throught he window, he could see Kirk sleeping peacefully next to him. With his smooth, scarless face and soft expression he looked innocent.
Almost.
Spock could not forget the cruelty and tryanny Kirk displayed almost constantly. In The Empire, it could eventually gain him a command on a starship. And Spock knew where he would be when Kirk was in command of a starship, at least if James continued to get his way. Spock would be beside him. Still his confidante, still controlled.
I will not be under James forever, even if he 'owns' me now. Someday I will be free of him, I have to be. Spock thought before letting himself fall asleep.