I have never been so happy to get over a bout of writers block! My life's been so hectic, trying to buy all my stuff for uni, sorting out student finance (what a joke!), saying goodbye to all my friends, writing a new CV in the hopes that I can get a new job once I move to uni...yup a lot of things suck the creative energy from you. Besides, this story is slowly drawing to a close, it's got a few chapters left and so they are very very important and I want to take the time to get them just right- but can you say sequel? Heh heh heh!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, or it's characters, and I don't own Mr Darcy either (I thought I'd throw that in as I kind of this that Spock is secretly very Mr Darcy-ish...with pointy ears, HOT!!!! Lol XD)
Chapter 9- Ghost Ship.
Kirk was screaming noiselessly, as he was transported by Kolvon to a place he knew not. Air rushed past his ears, pressure was mounting in his brain, his stomach and lungs were gurgling. The feeling was akin to the pressure of swimming to the bottom of the ocean and dropping out of an airplane simultaneously- it felt like he was about to die. He could feel Kolvon's grip on him loosening, he slipped away from the evil Yulvokian's grasp. Then, with a sudden, almost rib-cracking slam, his body met with solid ground and the wind was completely knocked out of him. He'd never felt so disorientated in his entire life- and, for Kirk, that was saying something.
'Ugh, God.' The sandy haired Captain groaned lying still for a few moments; face down, before reaching up with both arms and slowly pulling himself up. 'Son of a bitch.' His stomach turned and he moaned, a sweat breaking out on his forehead. Anger at the one that had caused him to feel this surged, making him shudder- when he got his hands on Kolvon...
He was interrupted from his violent thoughts when an inquisitive but stoic voice reached his ears. 'Captain?'
Was he dreaming again? He didn't move from his position on the floor.
'Captain Kirk?' The voice repeated itself.
His heart beat raced, he was hearing things, and surely- he was going mad? That was when he was turned around by a pair of hands to face the ceiling, his eyes widened; it was as if he had seen a ghost. For there- in the pale glow of a semi dark room, stood his half-Vulcan first mate, looking exactly the way he'd been the last time Kirk had seen him on the bridge of the Enterprise, not a single hair out of place. The only thing that gave him away was the slight bags under his eyes.
'Spock?' He blinked as he was pulled to his feet, the nausea subsiding after recovering from his initial shock. 'Spock? Is that really you?'
Spock's eyebrows creased a fraction, his head tilted to the side in confusion. 'Is my presence not confirmation enough, Captain?'
'Holy shit, Spock it is you!' And with a burst of unabashed joy he threw his arms around the probably mortified half-Vulcan. 'You pointy eared bastard, you really are alive!' He pulled back from the embrace, laughing even harder when he noticed Spock's eyebrows had reached epic new heights. 'If you ever, ever, scare me like that again then it'll be your ass frozen Delta Vega buddy!'
After a pause and an awkward cough that escaped from Spock's thin lips, he replied 'duly noted captain, but may I ask how you came to be in my quarters, since I have been unable to escape?'
Kirk's eyes widened at his first officers words and he looked around the room. A white glass desk, a standard Starfleet-issue bed, beige wallpaper and on the bed, a teddy bear that Kirk guessed was obviously Uhura's. Yes- this was definitely Spock's room. Spock's room...but that means...
'My ship? Spock, am I really on my ship?' He asked his voice distant and trembling, awe and disbelief shaking his very core. He looked back at the other room's occupant; he needed to hear it, for someone else to say it- only with someone's confirmation could he truly believe he wasn't going crazy. 'Spock?'
'You are currently on the Enterprise, Captain, yes.' Spock bowed his head in affirmation but was cut off by Kirk's shriek of joy. He leapt up into the air, punching it with his fist in a victorious gesture. He was being called Captain again and was so happy he was about ready to burst. His ship was intact; his crew really was alive- it had to be some sort of miracle! Meanwhile, Spock was watching his display of fierce emotion with an inquisitive stare. 'Captain Kirk? May I ask once again, how it is that you came to be in my quarters?'
Kirk froze mid-happy dance, his face paling with the impact of remembering.
'Kolvon...' He mumbled- his eyes wide, his hands balled into fists and trembling.
'Kolvon?' Spock was about to question further when Kirk span around to face him, his eyes holding in them something which made Spock's chest clench tightly, he took a deep steadying breath- ready to dismiss such illogical fear.
Until Kirk said 'Spock, Uhura's in danger, we need to get out of here, now.'
***
'Ouch.' Uhura groaned her head swaying. Picking herself off the floor and stumbling a few steps, and blinking- her vision was hazy so she closed her eyes and calmed herself, breathing in and out to right herself, before snapping them open when she felt a warm trickle of blood running down the side of her face. Reaching up, she winced at the pain of a gash on the side of her forehead, it wasn't too deep though- so she wasn't overly concerned.
That's when she turned her apprehension towards her whereabouts, and her heart skipped a few beats. The main lights were off but the ghostly white glow of the computers on standby mode was enough to fill the room with enough illumination, casting eerie shadows around the place. It was like something out of a horror movie, for this room to be so unnaturally devoid of life, and Uhura was growing more uneasy by the moment. But through her fear, she allowed herself one moment of astounding, uninhibited delight when she realised that she had been transported to the bridge of the Enterprise. So it had all been true, they really were alive! Forgetting her situation, she went over to her station, fingers trailing softly over her beloved communications equipment and she choked out a dry sob, her breath wavering as tears of happiness welled in her eyes.
She then shook her head, and the tears, away. Come on girl, now's not the time to get all emotional, your man needs you- your friends need you, you have to do something! She thought readying herself for the impending battle that would be taking place. Sitting down at her station, she thought that maybe, just maybe, she could contact Starfleet. She knew the Yulvokian's had infected the system with a virus, but the Enterprise was composed of many different systems- and the Yulvokian's didn't seem to know that much about technology. Was it possible they had only infected the defence and security systems? Hoping against all hope, and trying to ignore the fear that snuck up on her at being on her own and not knowing Spock or Kirk or any of their enemies whereabouts, Uhura got to work.
After a few minutes connecting wires and tuning frequencies she had almost forgotten in grief, Uhura had to fight not to cry out in joy when she managed to get through to Starfleet Headquarters.
'Mayday, Mayday, this is Lieutenant Uhura of the U.S.S Enterprise, Captain James. T. Kirk and I have been kidnapped by the Yulvokian rogues as part of their hostage plan, their intentions seem violent- please send reinforcement's ASAP, I have regained control of communications systems but as for the others I-'
An all too horrific, and all too familiar, feeling of being frozen filled Uhura as an ice-like grip pierced her shoulders.
'My, my, my, aren't we clever?' Kolvon's voice pierced her mind as he breathed against her ear.
***
'WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T GET OUT? OF COURSE YOU CAN GET OUT, YOU'RE SPOCK!!! YOU'RE A FREAKING SUPER GENIUS!'
'Captain, I assure you, I have tried everything within my power, but without your codes we cannot override the security systems.' Spock replied, outside a vision of calmness and reflectivity, inside a sandstorm of fear, anger, and frustration- his Nyota's safety was being threatened, and there was nothing he could do about it inside these now damned four walls. Kirk had enlightened him on the situation, and the thought of another beings hands on his beloved, let alone unwillingly, made the bile rise in Spock's throat. However now that she was so close, her emotions were coming to him more strongly, but they were so mixed he could scarcely make sense of them- and that was doing nothing to ease his concern for her wellbeing.
Kirk's face lit up in realisation and a slight 'Oh!' escaped his lips. He grinned his triumphant, cocky grin and went to the control panel in Spock' room. Entering the specific codes, he smiled when a chirpy beep responded for him to continue.
'Ok, I've done my part- it's all yours now Mr. Spock.'
***
'Let me go.' Uhura growled. 'Let me go now.'
'Say please.' Kolvon cooed whilst Uhura winced. Suddenly an idea formulated in her head, if she could play along with his sick game, perhaps she could get out of this- and find a way to get everyone else to safety.
Sighing she gritted her teeth, and replied in a sickly sweet voice. 'Please? For me?'
He slowly slinked his arms away from her and her whole body relaxed itself, embracing the warmth that came when his touch left her. 'That's better, it's seems you've learned how to behave.' He replied, his laughter scratching her skull.
'Yes, I've... resigned myself to the fact that we can never win, I must be yours, whether I like it or not.' She forced out, her hands curling into fists. She tried to smile but found that was damned near impossible.
'Trust me, my darling; you shall come to appreciate me. You may even grow to love me one day.'
Uhura had never had such a strong urge to cringe and throw up simultaneously; she closed her eyes for a moment, pretend it's Spock, pretend it's Spock. Taking one more deep breath she regained composure.
'Only if you're very nice to me.' Uhura warned, spinning around in her chair to maintain eye contact with him, wagging her finger from side to side in a tantalising manner. She felt disgusted with herself- but as far she could tell, it was the only way. She could feel Spock's worry on her part, stronger than normal because of how close they were, and it was killing her. So close, yet so far, I have to see him, I have to get to him- and what about Kirk? How is he? Is he safe?
'Oh I intend to be very, very nice.' Kolvon bent down and trailed butterfly kisses against her neck. Uhura gulped, feeling completely repulsed its Spock, it's Spock's lips, it's his warm touch- not Kolvon's cold one. Heart thumping in her throat, lungs devoid of oxygen, she slowly reached out an arm behind her, underneath her station, where a phaser was hidden, she gripped it tightly, waiting.
'Where is everyone else? My new Yulvokian companions I mean.' She asked trying to distract him, and also get as much information from him as she could in order to gain advantage.
'Our fellows are in the engineering room-ten of them, monitoring the hostages' life support systems, and there are another five in the recreation room.'
Fifteen...that doesn't seem too bad. Uhura thought hopefully, trying to ignore his wandering bony hands.
'Can you introduce me?' She asked feigning interest, and suppressing a shudder.
'Later, there's something else I'd prefer to do right now.' Kolvon replied and Uhura shut her eyes when he bit her shoulder teasingly. Anger and hatred for this...this...thing seethed within her so much so that she fully understood the expression 'blood boiling'. But she knew he was lowering his defences, she just had to wait.
'Yes- there's something I'd like to do also.' She replied her voice low.
'Oh? And what could that be?' Kolvon replied flirtatiously licking the small bite-mark with an ice cold tongue. She felt his body relax, and the waiting was over. With a force she didn't know she had, she struck Kolvon's chest-bone with the ball of her fist. A bewildered expression overcame his features as he stumbled backwards- and that was all the time Uhura needed. Snapping the phaser out from its clasp, she pointed it towards Kolvon and, without seconds thought, fired.
The blast lit the entire room for a moment and Kolvon flew backwards silently, hitting the floor. Uhura marched up to him, looming over his wounded body. He was clutching his side, his face contorted in pain as silver blood flowed from his side. He met her eyes, hers were strong and fierce, his bemused and fearful.
'You really want to know what I what to do?' Uhura hissed her voice as cold as his touch made her feel. 'I want to bring you, your leader, and your whole pathetic gang down- and trust me; I'm the one that gets what she wants. You and you're little friends? You should all be very, very worried right now. You've crossed the wrong woman and picked on the wrong crew- and believe me, you're going to pay!'
And with that Uhura marched out of the room, head held high, a new strength, a new hope, born within her- leaving Kolvon to bleed on the floor.
She knew she couldn't take all those Yulvokian's down without help, but also knew the security systems were on lockdown, so she couldn't exactly free Spock from his room. And who knows if he's even conscious? He said he kept drifting in an out of induced sleep... Uhura thought rationally.
So she did what she thought was wisest- go in search of her Captain. But where on Earth could he be? She'd remembered the blur of sandy blonde hair and his black jeans as he'd slipped from Kolvon's grasp when they were being transported. Maybe he hadn't gotten that far? She decided she'd check the hallways near the bridge, and that included the observation deck a few hallways down, if not- his quarters. If that failed, she'd have to come up with something else, but she tried not to think of the plan failing, and instead focused on putting it in to action.
Pointing her phaser upwards, and thanking the low lighting for giving her extra camouflage, Uhura slinked down the hallways, searching for a glimpse of sandy-blonde hair.
***
Freedom.
Spock relished in the word, and the sensation of escaping his quarters for the first time in who knows how long, when the beautiful whooshing sound of the door finally giving way reached his ears. He allowed himself to revel in it for approximately five point three seconds, before his professional side overcame him.
'Captain may I suggest we make finding Lieutenant Uhura our first main priority?' He asked levelly, trying to suppress all emotions- he needed his logic right now more than anything, he needed to think levelly- in order to help ensure Nyota's safety.
Kirk spun his head around to look at Spock, grinning but at the same time- a serious look in his eyes. The blend of emotion intrigued Spock, but he did not dwell on it.
'As usual Spock, you always know the best course of action! Right let's get going, you grab some of the phasers you got lying around the room, our get a scope on the surroundings, check if the coast is clear.' He nodded, clapping Spock on the shoulder and slowly peering out. 'Holy shit, it's creepy looking out there, the emergency lights are on- it's all...spooky!'
Spock, returning with spare phasers, raised an eyebrow at his Captain's comment. Noticing the aforementioned eyebrow raise Kirk responded with a witty 'Oh shut up', snatching one of the phasers from Spock's grasp. 'Ok Mr. Spock, if you're so smart- why don't you just propose to me the whereabouts of your girlfriend eh? This is a big ship in case you hadn't noticed and-'
Their exchange was interrupted when the sound of a phaser going of repeatedly echoed throughout the hallways, and the sound of a woman's cry pierced the air. Both Kirk and Spock both stood rigid.
'Was that...?' Kirk trailed off in shock.
Spock, focused all his energy of the source of the noise replied 'The observation deck. Now.'
***
The blood-red glow of a nearby nebula filled the observation deck with an unnatural war-like light.
Kolvon had been wrong, that fucking bastard! Uhura cursed as she crouched behind the concrete blocks that were considered seats by Starfleet standards. The five other Yulvokian's were not, in fact in the recreation room- well- two might have been, as there were three congregated here and they'd noticed her before she had a chance to hide, so she'd been forced to fight. They were so fast though, that she'd only been able to take down one so far.
Crawling towards the edge of the her hiding place, she peered around to see the whereabouts of the other two Yulvokian's she could see one hiding in the corner, obviously believing to be hidden and, breath tingling with fear and determination, she aimed- and fired. Almost cheering when she hit the target and he crumpled to the floor, either passed out or dead- she found she didn't care. Ok that's two out of three but where's the other-
Her whole body was thrown back against the glass and she felt the wind get knocked out of her as she was kneed in the stomach, her phaser knocked out of her hand. She coughed, and blood came out.
The Yulvokian grabbed her neck and pulled her to an upright position and tightened his grip. With a panic she could not control Uhura realised- he was choking her to death. Her throat made awful rasping noise; her body was flailing wildly in a futile attempt to hurt him, to get him to release her- but only succeeding in him clutching her throat tighter. Spots burst in front of her eyes and her brain felt as if it were about to explode no I can't die, I can't die!
The hand was snatched away from her neck and Uhura crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap. She felt two hands on her back and a familiar voice 'Uhura, Uhura! Speak to me! Are you alright? Come on say something! Anything!'
Sitting upright and letting the glorious oxygen fill her lungs, she rubbed her throat, blinking hard. 'I'm...fine...Kirk. Don't worry.' She smiled back up at him.
'Jeez, are all my crew intent on scaring the shit out of me or something?' He laughed scratching his head sheepishly, Uhura elbowed him half-heartedly. 'Where's that creep Kolvon?'
'I think I killed him, he seemed in a pretty bad way- I just kind of left him, and he's on the bridge. I don't really care, he's Starfleet's problem now. Anyway, thanks for helping me out Kirk.'
'Urh...I'd say you're welcome but, for once, the heroics didn't come from me!' Kirk grinned coyly, wiping some blood from his mouth as he did so. Uhura sighed.
'What are you talking about?' She asked, Kirk bobbed his head forwards, signifying for her to look over her shoulder, as he pulled her to her feet. She followed his gaze.
Tears immediately sprung to her eyes when she saw him, the man whom she'd grieved for so intensely for all those months, the man whom she loved with all her heart, the man who was the other half of her soul. He was there, he was real, he was alive- and he was staring right back at her.
'Spock.' She whispered.
Ok I'm sorry, that's just a plain evil cliffhanger right? Sorry, I thought it would drag if I carried on the chapter! I offer McCoy Plushies that, when you squeeze them, say "damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not a plushie!!" to all who review (man that would be so funny!!!!) Please review!!! Until the next time! Xx