Title: What May Come To Pass (1/?)
Story Rating: M
Story Warning: Character death, OOC, AU, Mirror!universe, Slash, Spock/Kirk, Spock Prime/Kirk and Spock/Uhura (hinted)
Story Summary: The just appointed Captain James T. Kirk has to prove that he is worthy of the Enterprise and her crew.
Chapter Rating: T
Chapter Warning: Character Death
Chapter Characters: Kirk, Spock, Uhura, McCoy, and Spock Prime.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be, written for the enjoyment of the fans, and not for profit.
Summary: Kirk has a nightmare.
Note: This chapter was originally posted in May '09. It is being reposted April '11. All chapters are being rewritten the story WILL change. Enjoy!
Kirk was confused, he didn't like being confused. The image in front of him was of an aired, hot, and rocky planet. The planet looked vaguely familiar like he had seen it before, in passing. Directly in front of him was a cleared area bordered by an out cropping of rocks that was on top of a cliff. In the middle of the circular clearing was what looked like a large metal disk hanging about three feet off the ground from the only tree in the clearing. A single figure, his back turned towards Kirk, walked up to the disk and kneeled in front of it. The figure had the distinctive ears of a Vulcan. He tried to walk towards the Vulcan, but he was being held back, something was holding him down.
He looked at his hands they were chained to two large metal balls the same that were attached to his feet. He was not given much movement, he was hardly able to stand up straight. He tried to speak but no sound came from his mouth. He suddenly realized that he couldn't hear anything, not the wind sweeping up the sand nor his own breath. As he was looking around for a way to get out of his bonds he saw a path to his right. The path led up to the clearing on it walked a Vulcan he knew all too well, his First Officer Spock.
Spock did not look well. He found himself looking into an array of emotions on his first officer's face. He had only seen more then one emotion on a Vulcan's face twice before. Once on the older Spock when explaining he was indeed emotionally compromised and the second time when he had emotionally compromised the younger Spock. The emotions made Spock look strange and almost alien to him as if he did not recognize his own first officer.
He watched the scene in front of him unfold with no sound, just the rainbow of emotions playing across his First Officer's face. Spock was arguing, with the bowing Vulcan the only other person in the clearing. At first his mouth was closed tightly around his words, controlled anger like any Vulcan. However soon his mouth started opening wider releasing his anger with larger motions of his hands and if Kirk could hear what was going on a louder volume when he spoke. Spock seemed to be talking about him because he would glance over every so often and his eyes would show feelings Kirk thought Spock only had for Lieutenant Uhura. Kirk pulled against his bonds. He wanted to go over to Spock and ask what was going on, have him explain what he meant by being so open, so vulnerable. He didn't like seeing Spock so weak.
Suddenly the Vulcan in the middle of the clearing got up and turned. Kirk recognized him instantly. He knew from the news of the New Vulcan Colony that the older Spock was calling himself Spock Prime, to differentiate the two Spocks. Spock Prime had only one emotion on his face, unadulterated hate. However it wasn't being directed towards him but towards his own first officer. Suddenly Kirk felt a pressing need to step in between Spock Prime and Spock. To break the eye contact between them, to make Spock Prime direct his hatred anywhere else. Kirk was still confused as to why both Spocks was emotionally compromised, and he did not like being confused.
Spock Prime finally broke eye contact with Spock and looked at him, his mouth moving as his body shook as if trying to control something that was fighting within him to get out. Kirk looked at Spock and saw his back stiffen and his fists tighten. Kirk wanted to stop what he realized was about to happen, but he couldn't he was helpless to stop the fight. The anger obviously directed between the two Spocks was over something that involved him, but he didn't know how to resolve it because he didn't know what it was about.
Suddenly he saw another figure enter the clearing walking purposefully in between Spock Prime and Spock. Kirk breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized who it was, McCoy. He saw the anger on McCoy's face as he pointed first to Spock then to Kirk. Then he splayed his hands out in front of him and pointed to himself. He was trying to get them to see logic, at least his own version of logic. Kirk hoped against hope that the two Spocks would listen. He almost fell on his knees in defeat as Spock stepped around McCoy holding his shoulder. He even saw his hand tighten slightly in a gesture of reassurance. McCoy tried to speak again but Spock's own shaking head actually kept him quiet, that was a first.
As if out of nowhere or Kirk had just been so intent on Spock Prime and Spock that he hadn't noticed, another Vulcan appeared. She was an older women on a large elaborate chair, she spoke a few words and both Spock's nodded their heads. Then she spoke some more and all eyes turned to Kirk. He didn't know what he was to do, he was confused and angry. Why couldn't he hear what was going on, why was Spock so weak that even McCoy was defending him? He tried to figure it out, put the pieces together, work out a solution. All of his plans required him to be out of his bonds, talking, and able to hear. He struggled again at his bonds pulling until the sweat broke out on his back and forehead and he felt his muscles pull from the strain, it was impossible. He couldn't believe he was in a no-win scenario.
As soon as this thought went through his head something happened. Spock looked at him sadly as if understanding something that not even Kirk could comprehend. Spock Prime began to shake even more his anger still plastered hard to his face. Another Vulcan Kirk had not noticed before handed a two headed weapon to Spock and then walked over and handed the same weapon to Spock Prime. Spock walked into the middle of the clearing and stood a few feet away from Spock Prime. On a silent command they began to fight. Kirk suddenly found new energy surging up into his body. He didn't want them to fight, this was wrong, there had to be another way; for once he was completely and totally against violence. Blood trickled from his wrists from struggling against his bonds; as he looked up he fell to his knees in defeat.
He believed some evil alien had slipped into his mind and brought out his most feared and hidden nightmare. He watched in horror as Spock was held down by the long rounded weapon held against his neck, struggling to no prevail against the stronger Spock Prime. He couldn't help, he couldn't fight, he couldn't move, he couldn't talk. He was helpless and he hated being helpless. It made him realize things about himself that he never really wanted to think about. It made him realize the jealousy of a certain women not of a certain Vulcan that he never wanted to admit. Then as the struggling slowly ceased the hands pushing up against the weapon went limp, Kirk finally was able to speak one word, a single syllable that he yelled until his voice went hoarse. "NO!"
He shouldn't have been surprised when he woke up in his own bed, in his own quarters, darkness obscuring almost everything. He should not have been surprised to be relieved that it, what ever he had just been through and saw, was just a nightmare a very vivid nightmare. He was back in his reality, he was safe and well, except for his sore throat. He didn't have any marks on his wrists where he had rubbed sore his skin trying to get out of his bonds, or scratches on his knees where he had fallen in defeat. As he evaluated the differences between his real body and the one in his dream he heard the door chime.
He didn't want anyone to see him in his current condition, sweat soaked with sunken eyes. He glanced at the clock and saw he had only slept for three hours. Sighing he got up and walked to the door, passing a hand quickly through his hair and trying to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face. He only let the door open partially and stood away from the light of the hallway.
"Captain?" "Jim?" "Are you alright?" They asked in unison. Spock stoic as always did not show any emotions on his face though he was only dressed in his black undershirt and pants, his hair was mussed up and he had lipstick smeared on his lips. His pale green skin was a stark contrast to the black and red; Kirk hid his feelings behind exhaustion. The women behind Spock had her hair down and her dress wrinkled and not pulled down all the way. A month ago Kirk would have enjoyed how Uhura looked. A week ago he would have made a snarky comment about her appearance and innuendo as to what she had been doing in Spock's bed, however after the last three nights, he couldn't find anything to say.
"Thanks for your concern, I am fine." Jim said not wanting to look at Spock's obvious evidence that he had been with Uhura only a few hour before.
"Captain it is the third time in as many days that you have woken this way. Is it not customary to talk to the doctor for something to help you with your sleep?" Spock inquired
"I do not believe McCoy can help me with my nightmares Spock." Kirk stated morosely.
"Sir if I may, I have a good ear at interpreting dreams and their meanings. Would you like to?..."
"No, I'm sorry to have disturbed you two." Kirk stated, the last thing he wanted to do was tell Uhura that he had seen her lover being killed, even if it was only a very vivid nightmare.
"But Captain you can't keep it inside…"
"Lieutenant I believe we should obey the Captain's request and not ask any further queries on the matter." Spock said not looking at Uhura he continued to stare at Jim's partially obscured face.
"Thank you commander. Good night." Jim said trying to hold back the clench in his jaw and the emotions in the statement. He closed the door before either could respond.
He leaned his forehead on the door trying to control his thoughts. Ever since Delta Vega, when the fingers hardened, hot, and rough with old age had pressed against his cheek and mind, he had had dreams. Since he became captain of the Enterprise he has had nightmares. That night he had seen the murder of his First Officer, by the hands of the Vulcan who had mind melded with him in the caves of Delta Vega. The evidence was too much to be coincidence, he had to figure out what was going on in his mind.
Faintly he heard the voices outside his door, he didn't mean to be curious but it was in his nature. He felt calmed by the Vulcan's voice, though only a few days ago he was cursing the man and declaring him unfit for duty.
"Spock come back to bed." Uhura called from the door adjacent to the Captain's quarters where the First officer resided.
Spock stood stalk still in front of the door that had closed in front of his captain. He felt something inside of him push against his resolve; like an uncoiling snake ready to strike. He tightened his fists behind his back and pushed the heat and emotions down. He had thought because he had taken a human female mate that he would not have to worry about the effects of his Vulcan blood. He had believed that when he had found after the destruction of Vulcan his betrothed one of the numbered dead, that he would not have to go through the seven year cycle. He had thought it was logical to believe he was no longer bonded, however his body was showing other signs. He turned to Uhura who was still standing in the doorway to his chambers.
"You go and rest Nyota. I am going to talk to the doctor about our Captain's strange behavior." Spock explained as he glanced only sideways at the young women before continuing down the corridor.
Nyota sighed, she knew Jim would not like Spock talking to McCoy behind his back. Though he had not forbidden Spock from talking to the doctor she had dealt with Kirk's ego for far too long to believe he would approve. She would allow the Enterprise's First Officer to learn that the hard way, it would give Spock a better grasp of how to deal with his younger and very human Captain.
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