An Undisclosed Green Substance

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"You must get up," The voice hisses through the air like ten thousand arrows. James Kirk mumbled something in his troubled sleep but did not stir. "Get up," the voice was louder, more firm. Jim twitched, then stopped moving all together. Eye lids flew open, revealing irises stunning in their color. Warm breath blew past plush lips. Gold eyelashes fluttered down over the eyes again before his breath caught in his chest and he flew upwards, beginning to hyper ventilate. Two soft hands gripped his shoulders and shook him, telling him things he couldn't hear. All that he was ere the images passing through his eyes. Becoming Captain of the Enterprise. Failing the Mariu. Meeting Bones. His birthday. His crew on April Fool's day, laughing. His crew getting captured by Klingons and sold into slavery. Spock, kissing him. Spock, making love to him. Spock, strapped to the table and screaming as current blasted through his heart. Spock, gasping water as he is sucked into blackness. Spock, frozen over and crackled in ice. Spock-

There is a whistle of air and a sharp sting on his face and he jerks, the nightmares fading from his gaze. He blinks away the foggy view to reveal Private Roswell extremely close to his face. For a moment he thought it was still a nightmare, she had no idea how much she looked like Star up close. Their right eyes were the same.

"You slapped me," he says and rubs his cheek where surely there is a red hand print.

"Yes," is her blunt reply as she rocks back on her heels. "It was either that or kiss you, and for some reason I believe Spock would not take to kindly to that."

" What-"

"Yes Jim, I know. It did not take Vulcan logic to discern your attraction towards Spock," she gets off the bed, handing him a glass of something that looks and smells like mouthwash. "Drink, it will combat the leftovers of the drugs." Kirk looks at the fluorescent substance warily before scrunching up his face and downing it all. It didn't taste like mouth wash, it tasted like toothpaste. She smiled sadly at his wrinkled brow and cracked her back, grabbing the second glass and moving to the other side of the bed. The room was dim, but as she moved one of the extremely dim lights highlighted the left side of her face, the half that had been turned from him. The one with the warped eye.

"Shit." He said, trying to get out of bed and groaning as his muscles protested. Her fingers jerked up to her cheek and ran along the molted black and purple pattern there.

"Yeah," she said whispered. "Shit." Madeline then moved to Spock's side with a trace of a limp, placing the green glass down on the table and climbing as carefully as she could beside his static first officer. Her deft fingers removed all the wiring from the electrodes that circled his entire body. Kirk had abandoned trying to get up from the bed and simply watched as her muscles twined under skin stained ugly shades of black, purple and green.

"What did they do to you?" he asked as she carefully peeled the electrodes from faintly green skin. At this point, she was the only one he'd let near Spock, let alone touch his bare skin. He trusted her and he knew her intentions were merely to help his first officer.

"She thought I would be the easiest one to break," Madeline spit as she shocked her finger and sucked on it for a moment. "She thought I would snap like a twig." A sideways smile pulled her face into a terrifying expression that reminded him of the very woman she spoke about. "Let's just say she was wrong." Kirk watched in fascination when she pulled the miniature drip from the Vulcans arm, tossing the plastic to the floor and examining the green drop of blood on her finger before wiping it on the pants of her torn and dirty Starfleet uniform. She wasn't wearing the ridiculous outfit he and Spock had been given. Somehow the white shorts were back on his body. He didn't want to ask how.

"How are we going to wake up Spock?" he asked and managed to stand, only wobbling a little on his feet.

"We're not," was her reply as she stood if a bit stiffly, revealing a streak of blood down the side of her uniform that was not red. (It wasn't green either. What the hell was that stuff? Not hers obviously.) "He's in a healing trance after the drugs and... I'll explain in minute. I will wait for it to become less constrictive on his mind before attempting to awaken him." Kirk nodded, which wasn't a good idea. The world shifted and bobbed like they were on a boat in the middle of a hurricane. He wobbled and was about to crash to the bed when two slim hands steadied his elbows and pressed the second glass of the green stuff into his hand. He drank it, and felt better than he had in months.

"What is this stuff?" he said and put the glass down, putting on his gold shirt as she handed it to him. That had not been here last night, had it?

"You'd prefer it if I didn't tell you," she said and passed him his pants and boxers, politely turning away. It had been a long time since he been pants less with a woman, and one had never turned away. He dressed quickly, resisting the urge to tease the shyer private. When he was done and lacing up his boots she crouched next to him.

"I need you to promise me that no matter what happens in the next few hours, you will take Spock and get the hell out. Even if they're plucking my eyes out and breaking my fingers, you go. Understand?"

"Isn't that something I should be saying to you?" Kirk says and continues lacing his boots before looking at her. "They wouldn't seriously do that to a girl." She grabs his face and jerks it towards her forcibly, so their noses are almost touching.

"Listen to me," she hisses. "What you and Spock did last night didn't happen. They initiated a false dream sequence with the electrodes and erotic stimulant drugs. Then Star put me in front of the screen and told me to watch," Jim was dumb struck, mouth hanging open just a little. "When I sent out a distress signal to the Enterprise, Star sent me to fight. If I won, she'd spare Gold and Keller. I killed my opponent, but when I went to the throne room, she showed me both their heads on silver platters, eyes wide open and looking right at me." Her voice cracks. "I am serious."

"Jim?" says a bleary voice from the bed. Madeline gets up and goes to his side, somehow holding another one of those green drinks.

"Drink this commander," she says softly and passes him the glass. Spock downs it without a second thought. Jim watches as the fogginess in his eyes dissipates.

"Thank you Private. May I enquire as to the standard time?" he says and stands, searching for Jim, eyes glowing when he sees him.

"0400 and your clothes are on the table Commander Spock," she says and pulls herself onto the bed, smothering her face in the pillow and covering her eyes with her hand. He is reminded of how young she is. She should not have had to witness such horror. A horror he had brought about by asking those people on the mission. He never should have asked.

"Thank you Private."

Jim watches Spock dress hungrily, but manages to only stroke the silky skin of his commander's back once. This elicits an infinitesimal gasp from Spock who then turns wide brown eyes to Jim in a Vulcan imitation glare. Jim turns to tell Madeline Spock is dressed when he sees her hand relaxed and her eyes closed. Her chest rises and falls evenly and she looks… happy. He'd never actually seen her relax before. Gently as to not wake her he pulls the sheets over her prone form.

"We didn't make love last night Spock," Jim says and turns to him, expecting surprise. Instead he sees cool calculation running through his Vulcan's mind.

"I expected as much. The events did not have the coherency perpetuated by reality, but disjointed hopping of the dream world." Did Spock just say hopping?

"Seemed real to me," Jim grumbled and began picking at the food set out for their consumption. Spock gently links their hands and the corners of his lips turn up the smallest bit.

"Jim, it does not matter whether it was physical or not," Jim grins.

"Maybe-"

"Don't even think about it," comes a sleep muddled voice. Jim turns to see Madeline blinking at him from wear she is curled in the white blankets. Those frightening eyes close before they jerk open again. "I'm sorry I fell asleep, but you should have woken me up. I have something to tell you," She moves to get up but Spock stops her with a look. He picks up the platter of Terran fruit and sit on the edge of the bed, putting the fruit next to him. Jim sits across from him, on the other side of the bed. Madeline looks a little uncomfortable, but it is just a flicker. "Yesterday I sent a signal to the Enterprise. I will not tell you what I said here because they will hear but… expect relocation. Hopefully. But they told me… Jim your next to torture. And you Spock…" her face twists with grief. "They're going to make you watch."

There was a heavy silence. Jim was making dead fish faces, and Spock was well, Spock. Madeline buried herself back in the covers, pulling them up to her chin and hiding her bruises from Spock. Jim hadn't had the time to inform the overprotective man of this development. He opened his mouth to do just that when a door opened in the wall, revealing a blindingly bright hall.

"James Tiberius Kirk," a robotic voice intoned, "Come with us." There was no arguing with the gun strapped over the silver man's shoulder. A green visor flashed as Jim stood, and human lips pursed in annoyance, most likely at his attire. He nodded to Madeline and touched Spock's temple fleetingly, conveying all he felt…

In case he didn't come back.

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"Where are we going?" He asks as he follows the guard who he swore was a robot, though he isn't. Jim figured the suit warps his voice lower and robotic.

"Unrequited."

'What are you going to do to me?"

"Unrequited."

"How about your name?"

"Unrequited."

"Maybe…. Hmmm. I am out of questions." No response. Just the heavily booted feet on the white floor followed by Jim's sot padding. He wasn't wearing any restraints, but he knew if he started running he would be shot/tranquilized/whatever the hell they did to run aways here. They had been walking for maybe two minutes when they reached a lift. The guard man stepped quickly to the side, surprising Jim with a sharp crack in the back with the side of the gun. Jim stumbled into the lift and watched the green and silver face blur as the door slid shut and began traveling down at incredible speeds. A seat with an oxygen mask was made available to him, and he guzzled the air as his ears popped. He watched out the side window as Hadron XIII zoomed closer and closer and then disappeared as he went underground. His stomach sank along with his hope. Escaping wasn't going to be possible unless the call got through. And even then he had to wait 7 hours. He could make it that long. He was tough.

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"Gah!" he shouted and futilely swatted at the scientist sticking a needle for the eighteenth time into his arm. They hadn't tortured him yet, unless you counted having a physical while magnetized to a table torture, which he didn't. He suffered worse from Bones. Sure they'd stripped him down again and Star was sitting in a chair just in his vision watching him with glittering eyes, and sure they'd taken eighteen vials of blood and skin cells and hair samples. (Even a spit sample, that was peculiar) It seemed like they were finishing up now, scanning his body with giant machines and taking a mold of his teeth and face. Finally they took electronic prints of his hands and feet and they were un magnetizing him and handing him the same white robe that he had been wearing last night… or thought he'd been wearing. Still the thought of Spock's elegant fingers languidly brushing the white fabric off his shoulders set his thoughts in a dangerous direction for not wearing underwear, or pants. Or anything except this hospital garment that he tied tightly around his waist.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Star says and rises, not wearing the silver dress that the sick part of his mind really liked. Her hair is pulled back now, blatantly displaying her other half.

"Not what I was expecting," he says warily, but not aggressively. He isn't stupid, and today she's carrying a phaser like none he's seen before. It looks almost like a sleek cane, except the handle where you'd rest your weight is not as close to ninety degrees. And of course, there is a trigger on the silver monster.

"Good. Now follow me, I have a surprise for you," and she placed a guiding hand on his shoulder and pushed him across the room and down another hall, into a small room with a glass wall. On the other side of Sat Spock in a chair. He had a thin cut down his cheek and black/green bruises on his neck. Green blood dotted the corners of his mouth. Jim stopped in his tracks, eyes burning. He turned to throttle Star, but she was behind the clear door. "He fought the testing, realized what it was for." She tisked softly with a terrifying smile. "Now, he gets to watch you take his punishment." Spock jumped to his feet, but was pulled back into the chair, cuffs on his wrists and ankles slamming down, his neck cracking sickeningly to the metal chair by his collar. Jim pressed himself up against the glass, slamming his fists into the barrier, before he was pulled all the way across the room and slammed into the far wall. His robe lay forgotten on the floor.

A man with the physique of a warrior came at him first. His practice coarsened hands took Jim's hair roughly in their grip.

Then their lips were pressed together. Kirk fought it, twisting away but the man just seemed to like that better and bit his neck. For a moment Kirk saw Spock, and the look in that man's eyes was enough to break his heart.

Why couldn't they have sent the women? He thought to himself as fingers ran all over his body as more men joined. Why did it have to be the army? Maybe it wouldn't hurt Spock as much even as he felt himself grow hard from rough play. The hands began to knead his shoulders and back, and legs, and chest. They started easy, letting him get used to it, but these people weren't here for easy. Kirk had closed his eyes a minute ago, pretending the lips on his own were Spock's. That was about when the fingers touched the inside of his leg, close to his crotch. He jerked in surprise and realized what the restraints were for. The man with the dark hair left his lips then, and made his way down his throat, pinching the skin with his teeth. Kirk tried to muffle the sharp intake of breath as the same process was repeated all over his body. There were faint gasps from the crowd followed by a wave of cool air quickly replaced by… oh god he did not want to know what but it felt damn good and he hated himself for thinking so. He simply strained against the restraints threw his head back as his eyes rolled up in his head and moaned, much to the satisfaction of the men. Probably about then was when the riding crop came down for the first time, and he was not expecting it. A prickled cry escaped his lips before he could stop it, and Star giggled. The riding crop kept coming down, but he barely noticed. It'll be over faster. It'll end soon, it has to end soon.

Finally, the new form of torture ceased and he collapsed limp against the cuffs that dug into his wrists. He didn't even notice that he was alone, nor at this point did he care. Bruises were already blooming like poison flowers all over his skin, their stems the welts and their seeds the hickeys up and down his body. His breath came in hot wet gasps, and his hair fell limply across his forehead. His eyes trailed upwards to meet the desperate ones across the glass. New bruises were forming around the rings that restrained his first officer, and a single drop of emerald blood ran down his chin. Kirk's vision was swimming but he managed to make out those plush lips as they formed the words.

"I am sorry Jim. Exponentially sorry."

And then he blacked out, pain and shock and the left overs from his induced orgasm forcing him under.

Spock watched in horror as Star herself entered the room after Jim had fallen unconscious. She waited 2.5 seconds before running her fingers over his muscles with clinical precision, checking the bruises and of which there were thirty nine, approximately. Finally she turned to Spock as the rooms rotated, Him now looking at Jim's profile .

"You did this to him Spock. You should have just let us take the samples and scans. Jim did," she smiles at the Captain lovingly, combing the hair back from his forehead. Spock shudders in his restraints. "It didn't have to be so tough for him. Five men! Even I'm impressed he made it through." She sighs and then does something that will haunt Spock forever. She kisses Jim, just quickly, cool metal lips and blood flash ones entwining with the man he loved. She steps back, grins, and struts out, mocking him with every motion.

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"Do they suspect anything?"

"No. Nothing."

"They have no reason to. You are doing a spectacular job."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, there is still one more thing you have to do…."

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Hey Guys! I just wanted to post this before I go away for 2 weeks. No computers, no internet, so this will be my last post for a while. Don't kill me! I'm sorry, but the next update probably won't be for two-three weeks, depending on my ability to write when I return. Sorry about not rescuing them yet, that chapter is going to be long… and you'll meet the carnivorous kangaroo's promised in the first arc. ANYWAY, thanks to all my readers, alerters, favoriters, and REVIEWERS! You make me all tingly. Special thanks to,

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