Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I own nothing interesting. All I've got is my bones, must be why I like McCoy so much.

AN: Be warned. This story is going to be dark as all get out. I'm talking manipulation, seduction, and questionable consent. I'm talking pitch black might give you nightmares. Might have to post it somewhere that has a higher rating than M dark. But that's what Mirror Kirk wanted, and what the dark one wants he gets. Cause really dude is scary. Seriously though, do not mistake this for my normal fluff. I owe the idea to the ST XI Kink Meme, and draw eternal inspiration from the Brightness Burns series, which is quite possibly one of the best things I've read ever.

Through A Mirror Darkly

Teris Xenite

McCoy sank onto his bed holding a bottle of bourbon and the capture of Joanna. He traced the freckles on his baby girl's face and sighed while taking a deep sip of his drink. He hadn't imagined that he was going to end up his CO's bitch when he joined the fleet. Hell if he'd wanted to do that, he could have stayed in Georgia. But thanks to Jocelyn, he was in a damn precarious position. Which only served to remind him just how easily someone who was reluctant to kill indiscriminately was taken advantage of in this world, but despite the fact that he'd suffered for it before and would again he couldn't bring himself to regret that he could not so casually take a life.

Yet he could regret the fact that he was in this spot now, because of the situation that his ex-wife had put herself and his baby girl in. He was really trying to find some grief for Jocelyn, but given the situation it was difficult. He considered the points that Kirk had brought up, of course he'd been considering them for half the night and most of a bottle of bourbon. No angle he approached them from made them any more favorable though.

It wasn't that Kirk was the worst that he'd seen, certainly within the officers of Starfleet. Well at least not with people he liked, and he was fairly certain that Kirk liked him or he wouldn't have survived refusing him as long as he had. He'd never to his knowledge injured his partners more than an occasional slap or punch, which was nothing compared to the patch up jobs he'd preformed on the admirals pets. Now granted, the man was deadly. He'd seen the pile of dead bodies that trailed behind Starfleet's youngest captain, and he was certain that there were many, many more that he would never know about.

Not he thought that any of that really mattered. You didn't get to be a captain, much less keep the job as long as Kirk had by being nice. At the same time he'd had every opportunity to have McCoy do anything he wanted, willingly, which come to think of it seemed to be one of the man's kinks. But he'd just made him an offer, granted there were some small threats interspersed with the offer. And there was really any way to refuse the offer without bad things happening, but if this had been any other captain, he'd have been bent over the desk back at the academy willing or not.

He wasn't sure what made Kirk want him so badly, but he seemed sincere enough in his pursuit. And he had saved his little girl without making it contingent on his servitude, or making him beg the favor. He did have to have a patron, as much as he hated the thought, to prevent the very things that Kirk had mentioned. As much as the thought of surrendering that much control made his skin crawl, he had to acknowledge that unless he wanted to start trying to leave a bloody path behind him, he needed someone with a reputation bad enough to scare off those who would hurt his baby girl. Kirk certainly sufficed there.

He sighed. He was going to accept Kirk's offer. He knew it, and he was sure Kirk knew it before he sent him out of that room. He had him by the short hairs. He'd never forgive himself if harm came to his baby because he'd been proud. It wasn't like Kirk was repugnant. There had been a stirring of interest back at the academy, but then there as the Kilingon incident. As a general rule when he had a choice he didn't tend to associate with people who beheaded others and then sat calmly down as if the bloody mess in the center of the carpet wasn't a big deal.

Now it looked like he didn't have much choice. And so he proceeded to enjoy his last night as a free man, accompanied by his bourbon and the hopes that he wasn't about to make a very large mistake. He curled up in his bunk, and if the picture of Joanna bore a few water marks the next day it surely had to be from the condensation from his whiskey glass. It had to be, everyone knew that Starfleet officers did not cry.

AN: Up next chapter Bones offers himself up to Kirk. Let me know what ya'll think so far. Also what kind of master do you think mirror Kirk would be?