Dissociation: Chapter Six
Kirk stood naked in his dark cabin.
The phaser felt so good in his hand, his arousal in the other. He groaned softly in the low light as his hand slowly moved. He instinctively compressed his fingers around the handle of the weapon as he increased the speed of his other hand, relishing in the sensation of his quickly approaching orgasm.
He closed his eyes, the images of the dream he had awoken from earlier still vivid in his mind. The ship—it had broken apart mid-warp, scattering crewmembers and debris across thousands of miles of space in mere seconds. The hull breach that caused the destruction had been by his own hands, a few quick keystrokes in Engineering and the core blew. He had floated alongside the Enterprise, watching as his officers froze instantly in the bitter cold of space, their bodies exploding into shards as they were sucked into the warp field. Moments later the entire ship dissolved into the blue tendrils of warp travel, leaving behind only dust.
Indistinguishable from the blackness that surrounded the space where the once majestic Federation flagship travelled.
The destruction of the ship, even in his dreams, should have terrified James Kirk. Should have shaken him to his core, tore him from his sleep in a surprised fit. But James Kirk was gone.
The other one was in his place.
This Jim found the entire situation so entertaining he quickly brought himself to full arousal. The thought of all those crewmembers dying at his hand made him feel electrified—and wholly powerful.
Like a God.
His thoughts shifted and his hand moved swifter. He could see Uhura's battered body on his floor, her blood staining the carpet. She still had life in her eyes, but it was dulling with each beat of her heart—beats that were forcing blood from the slice across her jugular.
He squeezed the trigger on the phaser, the safety catch activating before the pulse could fire.
As Uhura's life ended in his mind—as she took her last shaky breath—Kirk's release ripped through him, and he spilled himself onto his hand. A satisfied growl rattled in his throat as he calmed from his high.
[it's time]
He dropped the phaser to the floor and walked to the bathroom, stepping over an overturned chair blocking his way. Turning the shower on as hot as he could get the water, he stepped inside and let the liquid sluice off of his body, washing away any trace of the ecstasy he had enjoyed moments before.
He robotically washed his hair and body, taking only moments when James Kirk would have stayed in the stall for as long as he could, rubbing aching muscles through the heat of the water. Within minutes he was refreshed, ready to take on the day. A quick swipe of his trusty razor and a comb through his hair and he was clean-shaven and immaculately groomed. He splashed on a tiny bit of aftershave and smiled devilishly at himself in the shattered mirror.
Today was a perfect day for murder.
With one swipe of his hand, he pushed the entire countertop's worth of items onto the floor.
He sauntered out into his stateroom in the nude, stopping briefly at his dresser to choose a pair of boxers. Kirk made sure he didn't step on the shards of glass embedded in the carpet. He settled on shorts emblazoned with the Starfleet logo. Very fitting the killing of Federation members. A sinister chuckle escaped his lips as he put them on.
As he pulled on his black off-duty shirt and pants, he remembered how valiantly his counterpart had fought him that morning. The cabin had taken most of the brunt of the rage that had bubbled over. But, there had also been collateral damage to their body as well. He looked down at the hands they had both used, bruised and cut from the beating they had taken. A quick glance at the far wall of the cabin—and the bloody knuckle prints that resided there—reminded him of just how much of a fight Jim had put up. The Captain had been stubborn and unwilling to let him take over their body, but in the end, he hadn't been strong enough. Even mercilessly slamming his fists into the wall, trying desperately to take some sort of control, there had been no way to win. James T. Kirk had succumbed to this new man, fizzling away into the recesses of their shared brain.
And now this new Jim was in control.
He vowed to stay there.
Picking up the phaser from the floor, he switched off the safety and set the charge to kill. He took a long, deep breath, exhaling with a smug smile. He tucked the weapon in his waistband and pulled his tunic over it.
The man that was once James Kirk exited the cabin and headed towards the bridge.
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"We're going to take the Captain into custody."
Leonard McCoy tapped his fingers fretfully on his desktop, waiting for a response from the three security officers he had requested. He was exhausted, and hadn't slept at all the previous night. He knew he probably looked like hell, but didn't give a damn. He just wanted to get this over with.
All three of the men stood quietly, mouths hanging open in silent surprise. They shifted their collective weights nervously, seemingly none of them willing to ask the inevitable question. McCoy sighed heavily and briefed them.
Just tell them about his medical issues.
That's reason enough to grab him.
No need to drag him through the mud about the assault.
Carol doesn't want it this way.
…neither would Jim.
"Captain Kirk is suffering from a potential mental imbalance. For the safety of the crew and ship, I need him under protection."
A young Ensign spoke up. "With all due respect, Doctor, is he really that much of a threat? It seems extreme to need three security officers."
You have no idea, kid.
I'm pretty sure he'd kill you if he had the chance.
"Unfortunately, yes. There's a real possibility that he'll fight us. I need you to be there in case he gets out of control." McCoy hesitated, hardly believing that he was going to utter his next words. "Set your phasers to stun—highest charge."
The officers quietly armed their weapons.
"You may need to subdue him with force, and you have my permission to stun him if necessary." He rubbed his hand across his stubbled chin. "But let me try and talk to him first. Only fire if I give you the order, understood?"
All three young men nodded and answered in unison. "Yes, Sir."
"Alright, then. We're going to take him from his quarters. He's off-duty today, so he should be there. It's early enough." He stood and rubbed the back of his neck, wincing as the stiff muscles protested. He grabbed his Med Kit and headed towards the door, the three officers in tow.
They exited the Med Bay, a few crewmembers giving them quizzical looks. It wasn't often that the Chief of Medicine was accompanied by armed officers. Everyone gave them a wide berth as they made their way down the corridor and into the main turbolift.
McCoy wrung his hands tightly around the handle of the kit, clenching his jaw as his fingers did the same. He took a deep breath as one of the Lieutenants with him activated the lift, sending them rocketing towards the Captain's deck. The nervous feeling in his stomach returned as the elevator lurched to life.
He hated to have to do this to Jim. They had been best friends since the Academy. Sure, they hadn't started out as such—Jim annoyed the living hell out of him from the get-go. Being the only un-registered cadets on their shuttle had automatically made them roommates, even though McCoy bitched to high heaven about being stuck with a "kid." Jim had just smiled childishly the whole time as Leonard groused to the housing administrator. And in the end, nothing mattered because there was hardly enough room for the cadets that already had their place. New arrivals couldn't be choosy.
Through everything they had encountered together; the Kobayashi Maru, Nero and then Khan, they always had each other's backs. Even when Jim went running off guns-blazing into situations where McCoy wanted nothing more than to strangle him—he put on a brave face and allowed Jim to be "Jim."
And now that man didn't exist anymore.
And a best friend was going to betray the other by imprisoning him.
It's not betrayal, Len.
Don't let this get personal.
He needs to be where he can't hurt anyone…
…or himself.
I'm sorry, Jim.
The lift stopped and the doors slid open. One of the officers held the door as he motioned for everyone to step out. "After you, Doc."
McCoy just nodded his acknowledgement with a grunt as he exited. He knew he couldn't hesitate now. Kirk's life hung in the balance. This just needed to be quick and by the books. He expected Jim to fight. He expected a struggle. He just hoped a hypo full of sedatives was all he needed—and not a phaser shot.
A short walk led them to the Captain's quarters. A small brass plaque adorned the space just above the comm panel. Jim's name and rank were engraved in the metal. He solemnly laid his hand on the placard for a quick moment before entering in his medical override code. He had decided not to alert Jim to their presence by ringing the bell. That would just give him time to hide—or lay in wait for them.
The door slid open, a rush of crisp air lightly scented with Jim's aftershave expanded out into the hallway. McCoy took a tentative step into the dark room. He motioned for the security detail to stay in the corridor.
"Jim?" He inched into the cabin, anxiously looking around the corner that led into Kirk's small kitchenette. "You here?"
He was met with absolute silence.
And total chaos.
Jim's quarters, usually meticulously kept, were a disaster area. Cushions from the couch were scattered around the room, one having been torn to shreds. Overturned chairs, smashed artwork, the video screen mounted to the wall hanging by one bent bracket. A clear glass model of the Enterprise, a prized gift from the senior members of the crew—lay in pieces on the shelf it had resided on.
McCoy had to take a moment to regain his breath. Never in his life had he seen this type of behavior from his friend. And he was very scared for Jim—and everyone else on the ship.
The bedroom door was open; Jim's unmade bed visible from the living room. As McCoy moved into the room, mindful of the chair knocked over in the doorway, he could see that clothes and personal belongings scattered the floor. A photo frame, containing a picture of Jim and Christopher Pike, was shattered on the top of the dresser. Kirk's gold command tunic was thrown across the bed, the insignia ripped off and thrown haphazardly beside it.
Red splatters on the carpet caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. His fingers clenched around the handle of the Med Kit and he held his breath.
It was blood.
Oh God, Jim.
What did you do?
Maybe he cut his hand?
…or beat someone up…
Shit.
"Jim? C'mon now, don't do this. I just want to talk to you."
He inched into the tiny bathroom, only to find it empty. Jim's razor, toothbrush, hair products—everything that had been on the counter—were on the floor. The bathroom mirror had been shattered, dried blood flecking the glass. A wet towel lay in the corner.
McCoy's heart sunk.
Everything that the Doctor saw in front of him—the rooms in shambles, bloody stains on the wall, the smashed bathroom mirror—they all pointed to what he feared most. Jim's mental state had deteriorated to the point of a breakdown. He knew in his heart that the man they all knew and loved was long gone.
As he left the bathroom, his eyes found bloody streaks on the far wall, as if it had been punched over and over again. A quick scan of the substance with his Tricorder confirmed the blood belonged to Kirk. The Doctor was relieved that the blood wasn't someone else's. Now he just had to figure out why it was there—and where Jim was.
He blew out a long breath and called to the security guards. "He's not here. C'mon in—shut the door behind you."
The officers did as they were told, meeting McCoy in the small living room. He paced back and forth as he thought.
Where the hell is he?
God, Jim, please don't do anything stupid.
Gotta think like him.
Where would I go?
Carol's quarters?
Maybe…
Gym?
Probably…
"Alright, gentlemen. This is now a hunt. We need to do this quietly, trying our damndest not to let on that it's him we're after." He shook his head in disbelief. "He's no dummy, it won't take him long to figure out something's up."
"Do you have any idea as to where he might be?"
McCoy nodded. "Yeah. He frequents the ship's gym. My money's on there."
Jesus, I hope I'm right.
I hope we can intercept him.
I have a horrible feeling…
"And listen…" He hesitated, knowing that the possibility of having to harm Jim was now terribly real. "…the man you know as your Captain doesn't exist anymore. Don't hesitate, or he'll take you down."
He followed the officers out of Kirk's cabin, pausing momentarily as he slid the door shut. He hoped he would be able to fix whatever was happening—to bring Jim back to him. Maybe then he could be allowed back into these quarters he had made his home.
The door closed.
And McCoy was no closer to an answer.
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"Bridge."
The quiet feminine voice of the computer signaled Jim's arrival. The turbolift doors whooshed open, and he was immediately greeted with surprised looks.
"Captain, it is a surprise to see you on your day off." Spock rose from the central chair.
Jim didn't even acknowledge him. Instead, he headed straight for one of the consoles along the side of the area and, with a few flicks of his fingertips, had locked the bridge down. The lights immediately dimmed, red backlighting glowing from underneath the workstations and behind the bulkheads.
The bridge crew immediately looked silently to Spock for answers.
The First Officer raised an eyebrow, staring Kirk down. "Captain, you have activated the bridge failsafe mechanism. Is there a threat?"
Jim nonchalantly moved past the science station towards Uhura, never uttering a word. Without batting an eyelash, he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her from her seat, the phaser pressed against her temple.
"What do you think, Mister Spock?"
Spock made a movement towards them, but immediately backed up when Kirk pulled Uhura back against his body and ground the tip of the weapon into her skin. She whimpered, her eyes pleading for someone to help her.
Kirk leaned in and sucked Uhura's ear lobe into his mouth. She screwed her eyes shut tightly as he moved his free hand down to fondle her breast. After a long moment—as horrified crew members looked on—he finally spoke. His voice was low and seductive.
"I think we should fuck right here—before I kill you." He forced her around and bent her over her console, all the while keeping the phaser planted firmly in her hairline. "That way Spock can see what a real man looks like."
Taking a moment when Kirk's back was turned, Spock quietly alerted security via a small nearly invisible button on the arm of the Captain's chair. Sulu began to move from his seat, but Spock waved him off with a covert flick of his wrist.
Kirk leaned over Uhura, grinding himself into her thigh. "Wouldn't you like to give all these poor bastards a show? Give them something nice to think about before I blow all their brains out."
"Captain, you are obviously troubled by something. I advise that you release the Lieutenant, and we can attempt to discuss the situation rationally."
"Oh sure, I'm just going to let her go so you can tackle me?" Kirk huffed in annoyance. He wrenched Uhura back into a standing position. "Let's see you try it. I'll blast a hole right through her head before you even take a step."
The crewmembers were stunned by their Captain's behavior. They all sat silently, watching as their Communications Chief was assaulted by Kirk. He snaked a hand up her dress as he slipped his tongue into her ear. A gravelly moan bubbled from his throat. "Goddamn, Nyota. All those years at the Academy, and after Khan—when you spent so much time visiting me in the hospital—you led me on."
She tried to reason with him. "Led you on? I never meant anything like that. Captain—Jim—you don't have to do this." Her voice trembled. "Let us help you. Whatever you're trying to fight…you're not alone."
Jim laughed heartily. "Help me? Why would I need help?" His smile immediately turned into a sinister sneer, and he forced the phaser into her temple again. "You wouldn't give me the time of day for years, and all of a sudden you want to be besties? You think I'm going to sit and pour my soul out to you just because you asked me to? You had your chance and you blew it to hell. And now I'm going to show you what happens when someone crosses me."
"Captain, I assure you the Lieutenant means no harm. She is concerned, as we all are. Let her go and we can resolve this problem without violence."
"You know, Spock, you're starting to piss me off." Jim moved the phaser just long enough to fire a warning shot past the Vulcan's head. It hit a display screen, sparks flying and smoke rising from the newly-made hole. The Captain replaced the weapon at Uhura's temple. "Now, do you still want to play this game?"
"Captain, I suggest that you stand down. Security will be here momentarily and they will not hesitate to use force if they feel you are a threat to the safety of the crew."
Kirk snapped. "Security? You backstabbing bastard!" He pulled Uhura close to his body, his face red with rage. The phaser shook in his hands. "You think I'm going to bow down to a bunch of kids with guns? I'd like to see them try and take me down!"
Uhura trembled in his grasp. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Jim, please let me go. I know that we can work through this. I want to help."
"Oh, we'll work through this alright." Kirk smirked as he leaned in and inhaled deeply at her hairline. "You'll 'work' just fine bent over my kitchen counter."
"Sexually assaulting the Lieutenant will accomplish nothing, Sir." Spock slowly inched closer to the pair. "We will be forced to incarcerate you."
Kirk rolled his eyes and pointed the phaser at his First Officer tauntingly. "Oooh, I'm really scared, Spock. And besides, it would accomplish plenty. I mean, it would be a waste not to enjoy her before I kill her."
Chekov jumped from his seat and lunged forward. "Keptin, please stop zis!"
Kirk recoiled back and yanked his captive towards the turbolift. "Get away from me, Chekov!"
The entire bridge gasped as the phaser in Jim's hand fired, hitting the young Ensign in the abdomen. Chekov's eyes bulged as the blast hit him, a choked gasp spurting from his lips. He clutched his stomach as he crumpled to the ground at Sulu's feet. The Helmsman immediately dropped to his side, frantically surveying his injury.
Kirk squeezed Uhura tight against himself as he brought the hand holding the phaser up to his face. He pressed his white knuckles into his eye. His breathing was coming in short gasps, his expression a mix of terror and sadness. "You made this happen! All of you!"
Uhura cried in his arms, yelping as he replaced the weapon at her temple. "Jim, you're scaring me! Please let me go so we can end this…peacefully." She looked to Spock, not bothering to hide the fear in her eyes.
Kirk gritted his teeth and reached behind himself, disabling the bridge failsafe. The lights returned to normal and he activated the turbolift. He pulled Uhura into the elevator with him, screaming as the doors slid shut. "If you follow me, she dies!"
Spock immediately moved to the Captain's chair and activated a ship-wide comm channel. "Attention crew, there has been an emergency situation on the bridge. Captain Kirk has taken a hostage and is armed and considered dangerous. Do not attempt to intercept or interfere. Remain in your quarters or at your stations until the all-clear is given."
The Vulcan then rushed to Sulu's side, Chekov lying limply in his lap. Sulu held one hand over the wound in the young Navigator's belly, the other on his shoulder trying his best to comfort.
"Is the injury critical, Lieutenant?"
"Looks that way, Sir." Sulu's face was creased with worry lines as he looked down at his friend in his lap.
Chekov breathed raggedly, his voice wispy and weak. "Ze Keptin…vy did he..." His eyes fluttered shut as he fell unconscious.
Spock activated the comm on Sulu's console. "Sick Bay, this is the bridge. Alert Doctor McCoy and prepare yourselves for an incoming trauma."
"Are you in need of a medical team?"
Sulu steeled his expression and lifted both himself and Chekov off the ground in one fluid movement. He moved towards the turbolift and answered as he stepped inside. "I'm bringing him down now. We can't waste any time waiting for you."
"Very well. Nature of the injury?"
Spock replied, watching as the lift doors closed and the officers disappeared. "Phaser shot to the lower abdomen. Patient has lost consciousness."
"Who is it?"
"Ensign Chekov."
"Aye, Sir. We'll be ready and waiting for him."
He closed the channel and stood motionless for a long moment, every single pair of eyes glued to him, wondering what had just happened.
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"Attention crew, there has been an emergency situation on the bridge. Captain Kirk has taken a hostage and is armed and considered dangerous. Do not attempt to intercept or interfere. Remain in your quarters or at your stations until the all-clear is given."
McCoy nearly threw up in the corridor.
He didn't know what to do. He knew in the back of his mind whatever Jim was going through—what his insane mind was thinking—he wasn't going to be able to talk him down from. For the first time since this all happened, McCoy actually felt like he had lost Kirk.
And that thought terrified him.
The security team with him stopped dead in their tracks. They had been moving towards the ship's workout room when the announcement came through. They all stared at the Doctor, as if looking for their next orders, then swiftly turned their heads as the turbolift door at the end of the corridor whooshed open.
Kirk and Uhura flew out of the lift—the latter being dragged forcefully by her Captain—and immediately began running down a side hall. McCoy didn't even think and took off after them, completely ignoring Spock's previous warning.
In that moment, he wasn't worried about the imminent threat to his life had Kirk decided to take aim. All he cared about was catching up with his friend and trying to reason with him—and save Uhura. Because he knew enough about mental illness to know that she was in incredible danger.
"Jim! Don't do this!" His voice boomed over the sound of frantic footsteps on the polished floor.
The security team was hot on his heels, rounding the corner with the Doctor just in time to almost be hit by a volley of phaser blasts. Jim stood unwavering at the end of the corridor, firing with determination at the group. They ducked, one of the officers pulling McCoy down with incredible force and shielding him with his own body. The young man readied his weapon and aimed.
"Dammit, stand down!" McCoy grabbed at his arm and yanked before the Lieutenant could fire.
"But Sir, the Captain is actively engaging us!" The officer was shocked at McCoy's reaction.
McCoy scrambled away from him and scurried across the hallway junction, taking cover on the other side. He moved, a shot nearly missing him as he exposed himself. He pressed his back against the bulkhead and tried to think.
"No one fires on him, got it?" McCoy rifled through his Med Kit quickly, pulling out a hypospray loaded with an extremely powerful sedative. He didn't know just how he was going to get close enough to the deranged Captain to deliver the felling dose, but he felt a small bit better just knowing he had access to it.
Jim, why are you doing this?
They'll kill you if you don't stop.
Gotta figure out some way to calm you down.
This is all my fault…
The officers arranged themselves in a tactical formation in the surrounding alcoves of the hallway. One of them poked his head around the corner to take survey of the area and situation. "Doctor, Lieutenant Uhura seems unharmed. The Captain is armed with a standard-issue phaser pistol. I can shoot it out of his ha—"
"You'll do no such thing!" McCoy clenched his fist around the hypo in his hand. "If any one of you so much as puts your finger on the trigger, I'll have your ass demoted faster than an Orion whore spreading the Clap!"
Another bolt blasted a communications panel across the junction from him. He peeked his head around the corner, catching a glimpse of a terrified Uhura, being manhandled by a completely maniacal Kirk. His eyes were hollow, mouth twisted in a sinister sneer. His shots were precise—and McCoy felt that if given the opportunity, Jim wouldn't hesitate to blow his head clean off.
"Jim! Listen to me!" McCoy screamed over the electronic whine of the phaser shots. "Drop the weapon and let Uhura go!"
Kirk laughed from the end of the hallway. "No way, Doctor! This is way too much fun!"
"Dammit, Jim! Don't make me give the fire order! Let's try and talk about this!"
A phaser shot hit the wall right next to McCoy's shoulder. The Doctor recoiled and moved himself away from the edge. He knew that there was no way he could let Jim run wild like this any longer. He'd have to authorize the officers to fire on their own Captain.
I'm sorry, Jim.
I can't let you keep this up.
McCoy's comm beeped. He huffed angrily and answered the call. "This is not a good time, dammit!"
"Doctor, a trauma patient is being brought into Medical. We need you right away."
"Trauma? What kind? From where?" McCoy tried not to shake. He feared the response he knew was coming. Another blast whizzed past his arm and struck one of the security officers in the leg. He couldn't believe when the young man seemed to completely brush it off and keep his steady aim on Kirk.
"Phaser wound, Sir. Incoming from the bridge."
The bridge.
Oh God, Jim.
What have you done?
I can't save you now…
"I'm a little busy getting shot at right now! Have M'Benga prep and I'll be there as soon as I can!"
"Aye, Si-"
The communicator exploded in his hand as it was hit by an extremely accurate shot. He could hear Jim taunting him from the end of the hall and knew that he had been seconds away from being struck himself. Kirk had purposely hit the device.
"Tsk, tsk, Doctor McCoy! Don't you know it's rude to take a call when you're playing with a friend?"
"Jim, goddammit, listen to me! If you don't surrender I'm going to have to let these guys fire on you!" He tossed the smoldering husk of his dead communicator aside. "They're not going to miss!"
The phaser shots stopped. The corridor was silent, save for Uhura's whimperings as Jim held her too tightly. McCoy could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He tried to decide whether or not to poke his head around the corner. He had a bad feeling that minute he did, Jim would scalp him with his excellent aim. There was no way Kirk was going to give up that easily—or even at all. Taking a quick cleansing breath to calm his nerves, he dared to look down the hallway. McCoy pressed himself flush against the wall and gingerly tried to peer around the corner.
The minute he did, a searing shot of plasma rocketed past him, narrowly missing the top of his head. He quickly moved back to his original hiding position and swore under his breath. He looked to the officers accompanying him with sorrow-filled eyes, then down at his own hands, trembling in his lap.
"Take him down."
The officers nodded and regrouped, moving into striking positions. McCoy knew it would be over in a matter of seconds. Then all he had to do was walk down the hall and stand over the unconscious form of his best friend—stunned into oblivion.
And then take him to the brig.
"Sir, he ran with the Lieutenant!"
McCoy snapped himself out of his thoughts as the officers took off after Kirk. He hastily grabbed his Med Kit, spilling the contents onto the floor. He grumbled at the mess and left it where it was. Running at full speed down the corridor, he rounded the corner just in time to see Jim pull Uhura into another elevator.
Kirk had stared at him as the doors closed, malice burning like a dark fire in his eyes.
When they got to the lift, it was locked out.
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The first thing Nyota noticed upon being shoved into Kirk's cabin was the utter disaster area that greeted her. Furniture had been overturned and there was shattered glass littering the carpet. Her palms pressed into the shards as she scrambled away from Kirk on her hands and knees. She backed herself into the corner of the living room and watched as the Captain locked the door.
She knew she was trapped.
He turned to her, phaser still in his hand, and stared her down. There was no life in his eyes, no sign that the man they once knew and loved was still present. There was only darkness. A sneering madman, lusting after her with his eyes as he tracked them up and down her body.
Uhura pressed herself further back into the wall only to find that she couldn't move any further. She tried to move to the side, but Jim was on her in a heartbeat, yanking her into a standing position. He ghosted his lips against her temple.
"Now that we're alone, we can get down to business."
She stiffened in his grip, trying desperately to move her head away from his mouth. But her actions just made him pull harder and before she knew it she had been shoved to the ground once more and was being pinned by his muscular weight. He planted the phaser at the junction of her shoulder and neck. Kirk straddled her prone form as she tried to kick him off of her, but she was no match for his strength. He leaned in close and began to nuzzle his face into her chest. "You smell so good, Nyota. I can't wait to taste you…"
As he moved down her body, she feverishly tried to wriggle away from him, managing to make contact with his groin with one of her knees. This only elicited a chuckle from him, and made him press his body closer to hers.
"Didn't even hurt, baby."
He began to trail harsh kisses up her throat and along her jawline. Using his strength to keep her pressed to the ground, he was able to use his free hand to card his fingers through her hair, pulling out the pony-tail and letting the strands fall loose at her shoulders. Uhura could feel his excitement pressing against her thigh.
And there was no escape.
She felt his hot breath in her ear, whispering about all the dirty things he planned to do to her. He planned to claim her for his own, mark her for life. He wanted to make sure everyone knew she belonged to him.
As his tongue began to trace a line down the other side of her throat to her dipping collar, she tried once more to throw him off of her, with no success. He was just too strong—and too determined.
The hand that had been in her hair moved down her body, stopping briefly at her breast before it found its new home under her skirt. Uhura clenched her knees together as best she could, trying to lock out the invasion. Kirk just smirked and used his leg to force her thighs apart.
"Naughty, naughty, Nyota. Trying to stop what you obviously want."
She tried to reason with him. "Jim, please don't do this. I know that you're not in control. Whatever you're dealing with—let me help you."
Kirk clenched his teeth and glowered at her. His voice took on a sinister undertone. "I. Don't. Need. Your. Help."
"This isn't you. Something isn't right, and you need to let us find out what it is."
She felt the sting of his hand on her cheek seconds later. He fumed, face and ears turning bright red. Sweat droplets ran down his neck and into the collar of his shirt. "You're going to regret fucking with me, Nyota."
She braced herself for the assault she knew was coming and was powerless to stop. She felt Kirk reach down between their bodies and unclasp his pants. As he started to release himself from the fabric, he stiffened and let out a pained scream, rolling off of her.
He knelt on the floor, holding his hands over his ears, shaking his head violently from side to side. He dug his fingertips into his hairline, his eyes screwed shut tightly.
"Get out of my head!"
Taking the opportunity to get away from him while he was distracted, Nyota ran to the door and frantically tried to unlock it. The access panel croaked as it denied her. She stared at the statistics of the most intricate security protocol she had ever seen. She knew she wouldn't be able to crack it in the seconds she figured she had before Kirk came at her again. She wasn't even sure someone like Scotty could do it. It was no secret that their Captain was a genius, and she didn't put anything past him. After all, someone who managed to install a foreign sub-routine into the Academy's Kobayashi Maru test was more than capable of locking out a security system.
She knew her only option was to stay with the Captain.
Maybe she could get through to him.
Jim's cries of pain prompted her to turn abruptly back towards him, just in time for her to see him put the phaser to his temple.