Authors Note: Sorry! I have had this and ch. 3 written for a long time, but I am a very slow typer and only have 20 minutes on the computer a day, so obviously it took a while. Oh, and thanks for the advice about torturing spock. That, along with a discovery channel program about sodium pentathol, and, of course, one of my really close friends, helped me write this next chapter. Without those influences, I would still have writer's block, so THANK YOU! Hope you enjoy the Fic!
Kirk stared at the cracks running along the ceiling. If he stared long enough, he could discern patterns and shapes, which took the edge off of his worry. Unfortunately, it was also an enormous waste of time. He needed to escape and find his T'hy'la, not stare at a ceiling! He sat up and stood, walking over to the bars. Shaking them, he realized that he definately needed a key; There was no way that he was escaping from this cell without one. Kirk sighed and sat back down, frustrated. He hoped they had placed Spock in an easier cell to escape from, but he doubted it. Spock was probably under constant surveillance. Suddenly, the door at the end of the hall opened, and a man walked in carrying a tray of food. It was meatloaf and steamed vegetables. The man pushed the food into the cell, but was careful, giving Kirk no escape oppurtunities.
'Damn.' Kirk thought to himself. At first Kirk considered going on hunger strike and ignored the food. He sat on the bench and stared at the wall. Slowly, the smell of food wafted towards him and his stomach complained. Kirk figured that he'd need to keep his strength up to help Spock and forewent his original plan. He picked up the tray and dug in.
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Spock's meditation was interrupted by a man carrying in a tray of food. Judging by his white coat and the stethoscope draped around his neck, he was a doctor. Spock sat up and approached the tray, but the doctor whipped out a remote and pressed a button. Spock's collar sent harsh shock's through his body stopping him in his tracks. Slowly, the shocks ceased and Spock realized he could move again.
"Sorry, you were probably after the food, not me, but I cannot be too careful." The doctor smiled just glared at him.
"Oh dear, I think I've angered you..." The doctor frowned.
"Anger is an emotion, Doctor." Spock replied, realizing that he had said the same thing to McCoy several times before. "I do not feel emotions." The doctor looked curious.
"Really?" He asked eagerly. Spock nodded once, but then his stomach growled. The doctor smiled,
"I see that you can feel hunger. Or at least your stomach can. Eat up, and then we will begin." Spock cautiously approached the table where the salad and a glass of water sat invitingly. Spock sat down and ate ravenously. It was a meager meal, but Spock was satisfied when it was done. The doctor came over. He pushed the table away and pulled out a monitor, which was attached to his arm.
"Okay, before we begin I want you to know that if anything happens to me that can be picked up on our computers-change in heartrate, brainwaves, oxygen levels, etc- then you will be knocked unconscious immediatly, and the guards will come running. So do not try anything." Spock nodded and watched the doctor put the stethoscope in his ears. The doctor lifted up Spock's shirt and put the stethoscope to his chest. The metal was freezing, and Spock gasped. The doctor didn't even flinch, but frowned at the readings.
"Why is your heartbeat so faint? I can hardly hear it." Spock put his hand on the doctor's and slowly pulled it down to the left side of his tummy. The doctor's eyes widened,
"Extraordinary! Your heart..." He exclaimed, now excited. He scribbled something in a notebook and pulled out a wierd machine.
"Stick your finger in this please..."
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After much poking and prodding, the doctor seemed satisfied. The Head walked in.
"Doctor, is your examination complete?" He asked. The doctor nodded,
"Yes of course, Mr. Hutto. He's all ready." Spock eyed the two men before him.
'Ready for what?' He wondered. Mr. Hutto walked over and roughly grabbed Spock's arm.
"C'mon." He said, dragging Spock to his feet and across the room. He paused at the door and typed something into the keypad.
"I just reset your collar so it will electrocute you if you get farther than 8 feet away from me or the good doctor, so good luck escaping." Mr. Hutto stated before striding out the door. Spock kept his pace, knowing that Hutto wasn't kidding. Spock really wanted to know what was going on, but he kept quiet. There was something about Hutto's attitude that discouraged questions. Hutto stopped abruptly at a door labeled 'Interrogation'. Spock sighed internally. Hutto pushed open the door.
"In you go." He said. Spock followed the doctor into the small room. He wondered why the doctor was necessary, but thenit hit him. Truth Drugs. Spock was dragged into a small wooden chair and his ankle was cuffed to it. Hutto smiled as he chained Spock to the chair.
"Now you cannot escape, my precious." Hutto patted Spock's cheek almost bit him, but was too slow. Hutto laughed.
"Fiesty little fellow, aren't you?" He laughed as he sat aross the examination table from Spock. The doctor injected a needle into Spock's forearm. Spock felt a numbness spreading from the sight of injection. It was making him very sleepy. The doctor stepped away. Spock couldn't move. His mind felt empty, and he was really dizzy.
"Perfect." Hutto said. Now, Vulcan. Tell me about your planet. What's it like?" Spock's empty mind filled with images of Vulcan. His tongue loosened, and stories of his childhood poured through his lips. Hutto listened intently and even took a few notes, despite the recorder picking up the whole conversation. Hutto asked a few more questions, which Spock answered eagerly. Then he asked one that Spock wasn't so eager to answer.
"Okay, Now, I want to know everything about your friend." Spock was uneasy.
"Jim?" He asked. Hutto nodded.
"Yes. Tell me about him." Spock refused to speak. It was one thing for him to talk about himself, but he would never tell anyone Jim's secrets. Spock kept his mouth shut, so that nothing could accidentally slip out. The memories and emotions gathered behind his closed mouth, threatening to burst forth. Spock concentrated really hard and managed to keep his thoughts a secret. Hutto looked pissed. He glared at the doctor.
"I thought you said Sodium Pentathol would work!" The doctor looked worried.
"It should have. He must have found a way to fight it." Spock was exhausted now, but continued fighting the truth drug. He felt himself slipping away, and then unconsciousness took him. The doctor rushed over to the slumped form and tested Spock's vitals before sighing with relief.
"The poor fellow was exhausted before he came in here, and fighting the drug has pushed him over the edge. He's unconscious now." Hutto shouldered past the doctor and started shaking Spock.
"Wake up!" The doctor grabbed Hutto's arm.
"Let him be. We can continue the session tomorrow." Hutto shook his head. Were shipping him off tomorrow. To the headquarters at Roswell. There isn't time."
"Then let them deal with him. If we push this creature too hard, we might kill him. Who knows how fragile he is?" The doctor stated. Hutto sighed.
"Very well. Take this stupid creature back to his cell." Hutto stalked out of the room. The doctor struggled to lift spock, but managed to carry him back to the study tank. As he laid him on the bed, Spock stirred.
"Jim?..." He murmered. The doctor shushed him.
"Your friend is fine, go back to sleep." Spock smiled gofily and replied,
"I love you, Jim." The doctor felt a little uncomfortable but decided to play along.
"I'm sure he loves you too. Now get some rest."
Spock smiled and cuddled deeply into the blankets, thoughts of Kirk runnig through his mind, and then sleep took him.
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Kirk was staring at the ceiling again.
'Damn, I am right back where I started.' He thought to himself. Although he was still worried about Spock, he knew that no real harm would come to him, he was too valuable. He was also worried about keeping the future intact. How was he supposed to escape and free Spock and find the nacelle? How would they contact the ship when they found the stupid... Suddenly Kirk was hit with an awesome thought. Transponders. Thank goodness they wore them. The ship would beam them up after not hearing from them much longer! Relief flooded his veins, and he curled up on his bunk, images of being safe on the ship with Spock lulling him to sleep.