I am so sorry for making you guys wait, I've been a little...under-inspired for this story. But here you go, I finally finished it!
"I need to speak vith you." Jim turned to face the Russian boy.
"No."
"James, I really need to speak vith you."
"I said no, Pavel! Go away." Kirk began to walk away. Chekov stepped in front of him, holding one of his numerous knives.
"You wouldn't dare hurt me." said Kirk. Chekov nodded.
"You're right. I vouldn't." he then stuck out his arm and dragged the knife across it, leaving a gash that instantly began gushing blood.
"What the hell?"
"I need to speak vith you, Kirk." Chekov showed no sign of pain. Kirk grabbed his damaged arm and dragged him down the hall, finally shoved him into his room.
"Why's the Russian here?" asked Leonard. "And Chekov, what the devil did you do to your arm?"
"Patch him up, Sawbones."
"With what?"
"I don't care." Kirk flopped down in his chair. Bones groaned and pulled a shirt out of Spock's drawer and started wrapping it around Chekov's arm.
"So, what did you need to say?" asked Kirk.
"The vwoices are back." said Chekov. "They tell me that pain is irrelevwant, vhich is vhy I cut my arm vithout hurt. And they tell me to kill you."
"Voices?" Bones laughed nervously.
"Well, there's some interesting backstory to that-"
"Bones, what voices?" growled Kirk. Bones quickly spilled the story about the second mind meld and it's effects. Kirk, surprisingly didn't react.
"The voices just can't have what they want then." said Kirk. "I don't plan to kill you, Chekov. You're too valuable. But I am more valuable to myself than anyone else."
"The voices-"
"-screw the voices. I don't care if it's your dead grandmother talking to you, you listen to me. control them, and if you can't, Bones will help you."
"How am I supposed to help him?" demanded McCoy.
"You can get, oh, what's it called? Ilora. It controls situations like this, right?"
Chekov stood up. "James, listen please, I want to speak with you know." Chekov was speaking with a perfect American accent. "Dear Pavel said I could."
"I'm only speaking to 'dear Pavel' so fuck off." Chekov's face changed he started yelling.
"NO! NO! NYET! I told her no! I told her to stay avway, I hate her!" it was undoubtedly Chekov again.
"Chekov, do the voices want me in particular, or just some spilled blood?" asked Kirk, still as calm as ever.
"I don't know. I'm not sure."
"Go kill someone else first then. Go. And Chekov, You came and told me you were supposed to kill me. That's loyalty, I'm pleased." Chekov nodded and left.
"Damn it! Things were going so well!" Kirk stormed around, he was ticked.
"Hey, it's not so bad. At least your head isn't the screwed up one." said Bones.
"Spock tried to undo what I told him to do. Damn him! Damn Vulcan!" Kirk hit the closest thing to him, which was the desk.
"I hope that hurt."
"I have given him so much. He could be so hated here! But he hardly gets touched! By all means, he ought to be dead! But he's alive, and he's alive because I work to keep him that way."
"Listen, Jim. I have homework to finish, and so do you. Can't you rant later?" asked Bones. Jim relented.
"Fine, but Spock is gonna get it."
Spock entered his room. It had not been a good day. He had been hit in the face twice, and a teacher had decided to fail him on a quiz for no reason.
He entered his room.
Jim rushed over to him and slapped him. It seemed to be more to get his attention than to hurt him. Bones did not seem to be around. Chances were James had sent him away.
"How dare you!" said Kirk. "I know about Chekov and how dare you?"
"It was the logical thing to do." said Spock. He quickly moved around behind Kirk so as to get into the room.
"How is what you did logical?" asked Kirk.
"You are human and cannot understand how certain things work, such as a Vulcan mind. It is no fault of your own, simply a fact of your race."
"Spock. Don't you even dare be condescending."
"I am not condescending. I am stating a fact. You cannot understand." Kirk sat down and crossed his arms.
"Try me."
"A mind meld is a very...personal thing. To use it to harm another is a great crime, and dangerous to both people involved. My own mind was at risk." Kirk looked Spock in the eyes.
"Well then, Spock. I'd suggest you strengthen your mental barriers and jade yourself because I don't give a shit." replied Jim. "I told this to Bones and I'll tell you. You owe your life to me, think about it logically and you know you do."
"No. I do not." said Spock.
"What?!"
"James, I saw a certain logic to Chekov's idea of not allowing oneself to be controlled by-"
"-A power hungry, manipulative, psychopath with anger issues like me?" finished Kirk. Spock nodded.
"I will listen to you in some matters, but there are certain aspects of my life I cannot allow you to control." He stepped close to Spock, and closer.
"Spock, there's something here you don't understand." James said. He then hit Spock as hard as he could.
Spock had not anticipated the punch at all and went sprawling. Kirk jumped on top of him and kept hitting him.
"Hey! What the hell!" Bones came into the room and pulled Kirk off of Spock.
"It's people like me who control the Empire, who control your life!" said Kirk. Spock put a hand to his face, his nose was bleeding and his lip was spilt. His chest and head both hurt, and he didn't know why Jim had done it. Logically, Jim shouldn't have tried to hurt him.
"You hit me."
"Way to state the obvious." said Bones. He let go of Kirk and helped Spock up. "Damn, how can someone's nose bleed this much?"
"Get away from him." said Kirk.
"Jim-"
"-don't you dare help him!" Kirk went back to yelling, "I put more effort into keeping you two alive and safe than you realize! I own you, you both agreed to that the very first day we met! So get out of here Leonard. Go spend the night with Scotty, or buy some girl for the night, I don't really care." Bones left, he didn't look at Spock, he didn't look at Jim, he just left.
"I'm going to Marlena's. Kirk walked away, he pulled out his knife and flung it behind him, Spock ducked and it missed him. The door clicked shut.
a few minutes later Spock moved to open it, and as he touched the handle, and a pain shot threw his body. He let go. He realized what Kirk had done, because he (with a little help from Montgomery) had figured out how to do it.
He had attached the agonizer to the other side of the door handle, Spock was stuck in the room.
He could jump out the window, he would live. But he was already injured and they were in a second story room. the most logical thing to do was to wait.
Spock contemplated his situation. James had changed his policy regarding Spock and now, Spock couldn't predict his living situation. James had yelled about keeping him and Leonard alive, and the more Spock thought about it, the more that made sense. A punishment that had been forgone. A bully who had suddenly stopped bothering him. A botched assignment (McCoy's, not his) that came back with a passing grade. Things that should have amounted into a fatal problem, and instead went away.
Eventually Spock went to bed. There was nothing else he could do. But now, there was a question he had no answer to.
When James comes back, what will happen?
Spock was woken up by the door opening. he didn't get up or move, a person shuffled in, set something on Kirk's desk, and then just stood by Spock bed.
"Spock?" it was Jim. "You're awake right? I know you are."
"I am." said Spock, still not moving.
"Can you, sit up? Please?" any request from Kirk was rare, Spock obliged. The only light in the room came from the window, but most of it was cast on James' face, making quite visible. He looked sad. Spock briefly wondered if his roommate was drunk.
Kirk reached out and touched Spock's face. "Are you alright?"
"I will have some bruises, but I am unharmed." Kirk nodded slightly and withdrew his hand. He stood there silently again. Then said,
"hitting you was a bad choice. But you don't get it. You've never gotten it. You need me, you have to have me on your side. It's the only way to survive for you, Spock."
"I know." Kirk took a deep breath.
"But I need you too Spock, you help me too, I need you. If you ever found a way to walk away from me, you or Bones or both, I'd kill myself! I really would." He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Spock. He smiled weakly. "You can forgive me, right? We can forget this, and things can go back to how they were before, except this will never happen again, and I'll never make you do another mind meld again, okay?"
Spock looked and Jim. He wasn't crying, he didn't looked sad anymore. He looked worried, possibly scared. And that bothered Spock immensely. This could be an act. But even if it was genuine, Kirk still controlled him. Kirk could still hurt him, and others. And tonight Kirk had proved that he would hurt Spock if he thought he need to.
"Spock, please!" Kirk had realized Spock was hesitating. He grabbed the Vulcan's wrists. "Just say it, say that things will go how they were."
"...They will. I forgive you. I need you to survive Starfleet, and if I can aid you, I will. Just like I always have." Kirk held on.
"And I can trust you right? You're not going to be afraid of me like everyone else?"
"You can trust me. And I do not fear you." now he let go, with a smile.
"That's all I want." Kirk climbed into his own bed. "You think that when I don't need you anymore, I'm just gonna get rid you, but I won't. When I'm an important captain, you'll be there with me. I promise. " Jim lay down and almost instantly fell asleep. Spock also began to fall asleep. Tomorrow, he would go about his day normally, just like James wanted. Until they disagreed again. And then this would happen again, and again. Because now Kirk wouldn't hold back when it came to harming him.
Spock found himself pushing away a rising emotion. Disgust. And hate. But he could not tell whether he hated and was disgusting with James. Or himself for following him.
