A Star Trek Fiction
"Captain Kirk, he's as human as the rest of us, he just receives more crap and punishment then the majority of us. He's daring and defiant but his true loyalty and all of his motives lie in his ship, the USS Enterprise."
Confused
Chapter 11: 'Rock Star' Jason Nevins Remix/N.E.R.D.
He rounds the bend, phaser raised, eyes trained forward. He has no sense of direction, just going with his instincts. He has nothing to go off of and he has no backup. This might be a one way trip for him.
His heart drums steadily within his chest, his eyes are hazy from the lack of sleep and his brain tracks behind slowly.
"Captain!" A voice calls out and he twirls around, firing his weapon right by the person's head.
"Shooting me would be highly illogical Captain. The proficiency of this ship would drop-" Spock starts but he cuts him off, rushing to his First Officer's side.
"Spock! Thank god Spock." He gasps, lowering his phaser and wrapping the stoic Vulcan into a hug.
Spock just raises an eyebrow at him, "This action is not logical and is very uncomfortable if I may add."
"Shut up you pointy-eared bastard." He grumbles, still hugging his Vulcan friend.
"Captain, I believe we are on a mission. Should we not carry it out?" Spock inquires and he finally peels away from the Vulcan.
"Yeah, yes, you're right, we do." He stutters slightly and composes himself, straightening his ragged black shirt and his boxers.
"I see you have failed to acquire any pants." Spock states and he swears the Vulcan just checked him out.
"I have the tendency to do that." He smirks and Spock does the usual expression.
"Captain, I believe General Toq went this way." Spock informs him, changing the subject quickly.
He nods his head, "Alright, let's go."
Spock then leads the way with him following slowly behind, his steps slightly heavier than the shifty Vulcan's. He feels waves of comfort with the Vulcan with him, but it doesn't completely get his mind off of his dying friend. Bones, dear god, please let the Doctor be alive when he comes back.
Their paces are in sync, their breaths are silent, and their sense is keen.
The Vulcan raises a fist and he stops, completely frozen in his tracks. Spock ventures forward, peaking around the corner. He remains there until his First Officer beckons him forward but with much caution.
His breathing stills and his eyes narrow, Spock is tense, hands firmly gripping the phaser.
"The General is near." Spock whispers over to him.
He gives the Vulcan a glance and wonders how Spock knows that, but then decides not to bother. But his question is answered when he sees the Klingon blood on the floor. Spock just raises an eyebrow at him and continues forward carefully.
Giving a nervous swallow, he keeps close to Spock, nearly bumping into the Vulcan several times. He's pretty sure Spock can sense his anxiety because the Vulcan doesn't say anything about it.
They continue to follow the trail of blood until it just comes to a halt. Spock looks around for any other signs, but the trail just ends here, in the middle of the hallway. He looks at Spock, offering a confused shrug. The Vulcan only glances at him before continuing their trek forward.
Spock leads him towards the Engine room and along the way they catch a few blood smears. Hopefully the General is nearby because he's certainly ready to kick some Klingon ass. His fingers are getting edgy and his limbs fidget with anticipation.
He's eager, he's too damn eager and he knows it. But he doesn't care if it means avenging his friend, then he'll do anything.
"Captain." Spock calls him, pausing slightly.
Exhaling through his nostrils, he comes closer to Spock following his gaze, "Oh my god." He breathes, blinking several times to check his vision.
Spock just nods, confirming his thoughts. Before them is the wounded General Toq, clearly an easy target. Too easy.
"I'm gonna kill the bastard." He growls and steps forward, but Spock shoves an arm out in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
"The hell Spock?" He grumbles and the Vulcan clasps a hand over his mouth.
"Captain, if you watch closely, you'll see three other Klingon guards by the General." Spock whispers over to him, keeping a low standard crouch to avoid detection.
He looks closer, pushing Spock's hand away, squinting his eyes. Spock's right, there's definitely other Klingons, but it doesn't change anything, he's still going to kill Toq whether the Vulcan agrees with it or not.
For Bones, always for Bones.
"Alright, fine I guess we take on four Klingons instead of one, so what?" He grunts and Spock's intense gaze meets his blue eyes.
"Captain the odds of us succeeding are-" Spock states but he's had enough of Mr. Logical.
"Damn it Spock! Screw logic! Logic hasn't gotten me anywhere in the past couple of days, nor will it here. I am human Spock, I am damn human and we humans have this thing called a gut and that gut tells us what to do. And right now Spock, I am having one hell of a gut feeling, it might not seem 'logical'-hell it doesn't even make any sense! But you know what? I'm gonna follow it because it's the right thing to do…it's gotten me out of many situations like this before and I believe it's gonna get me out of this one too. Now please Spock, god, for my sake and for Bones', hurry up and decide, either help me kill those Klingon bastards over there or stay here. Either way, I'm doing this for Bones, you're welcome to do so as well." He rants, releasing a heavy breath and pushing past the stunned Vulcan.
He takes several steps away from Spock but his eyes begin to water, "Damn it." He hisses to himself, wiping his tears away with his wrist.
"Jim, you misunderstood me. I never stated that I would not help you, I was merely going to state the odds of us succeeding, and I believe it is most wise and logical that we work together, the probability of success is higher that way." Spock declares, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looks back at Spock, a smile forming on his beaten lips, "Thank you Mr. Spock."
He nods and Spock nods back. Tranquility washes over his demeanor and he releases a shaky breath, Spock's hand still gripping his shoulder.
"Alright, so what's the plan Spock?" He asks, keeping his gaze fixated on the General.
Spock seems conflicted for a split second, the Vulcan's face expressing a slight emotion, but it disappears quickly. He raises an eyebrow at his Vulcan friend, in all seriousness.
"Uhh Mr. Spock?" He pries, waving a hand in the Vulcan's face.
Spock grips his hand, stopping it in midair, "I am simply formulating a plan that will be most successful." The Vulcan explains, head titling.
He just nods his head in response and glares back out towards Toq, hands grazing anxiously over the trigger.
"Spock, we can just shoot them…?" He points out but Spock seems unconvinced.
"General Toq wears armor, it appears to be unaffected by phaser blasts." Spock informs him.
He chews on his lower lip in thought, "Well how about the guards?"
"No, they can be killed easily." Spock replies, still forming a plan.
He starts to grind his teeth, becoming more and more restless with each passing second.
"Well what do you suggest?" He questions and Spock's eyes dig into his mind.
He pauses, blinking several times but Spock doesn't move his gaze, "I believe we must take immediate action. I suggest since you are most certainly the best shot-" Spock says, "Oh my god you made a compliment," He gasps and Spock continues, not even acknowledging his comment, "-it would be most wise for you to take down the Klingon guards while I go in pursuit of General Toq. There's an eighty-seven percent chance that he will run away from the fight."
"No, Spock, I will take General Toq-" He informs the Vulcan, "But Captain, physically it is impossible. However I'm in perfect physical and mental condition to bring the General down in the most efficient way." Spock tells him with much concern, "I will handle the General. Spock it's just something I have to do, for Bones." He continues, looking into Spock's dark eyes, for they hold all the information in the world.
"I understand." Spock replies, no emotion across the Vulcan's brow.
"Do you Spock? Do you really?" He asks, but then feels slightly guilty of the harshness of his voice.
"Yes Jim I do. If it was you placed in harm's way of the bomb and I was the one to avenge you, I would do the same." Spock responds quite simply.
"Spock, did you just admit that you have feelings for me?" He demands, head titled to the side.
"No Captain, I was merely stating a fact." Spock tells him, eye brow raised.
He snorts and shakes his head, "If that was your version of 'I love you' you might need to seek some psychiatric help."
"Captain, if you insist that by my doing so of avenging you would mean 'I love you', then you are implying that you are avenging the Doctor because you love him. And Captain if that was to be correct, that would mean you and the Doctor are-" Spock says and he swears the Vulcan is enjoying it.
"No Spock, we're not gay! What the hell Spock? No, Bones and I are really close okay? Now please can we get back to the matter at hand?" He growls and he can see Spock's lips almost twitch into a grin.
"Captain you are the one who brought up the subject in the first place. And you trying to change the topic entails that you have become uncomfortable and indicating that my statement is true." Spock insists and he rolls his eyes.
Damn the Vulcan can't let things go, "For the last time Spock, we're not gay!" He exclaims a little too loudly and Spock puts a hand on his lips and peeks around the corner.
"You must be more careful of the volume of your voice; you may give away our position." Spock informs him seriously, the Vulcan's face very stern.
"Let's just get this over with." He mutters and Spock nods.
"Very well, I will take on the Klingon guards and you will go after the General." Spock declares and he nods his head in agreement.
"Alright, let's do this." He whispers and starts to step forward but Spock drags him back.
"Wait, Jim." Spock says softly and he turns to stare at his friend.
"Yes Mr. Spock?" He asks in the blackness of the ship.
"Be careful." Spock replies, looking into his eyes again.
"Will do." He responds and turns back towards the Klingons, Spock on his heels.
He takes a gulp of air, squeezing his eyes shut, fingers edging around the trigger. Calmness washes over him, a calm that only comes to him in dire situations. The weight of the world is on him. The lives of his crew, Bones' life, the Enterprise, it all hangs in the balance and he has to tip the balance in his favor. He has to kill General Toq and rid the Klingons of his ship, then he somehow, with the help of the magical hands of Scotty, has to bring the Enterprise back to life, soaring free in the emptiness of space.
Spock notices his despair and places a hand on his shoulder. He glances back, giving the Vulcan a nod before stepping forward, revealing their location. The Klingons seem fairly surprised as he and Spock bound the corner, weapons firing into the black.
General Toq runs as soon as he makes eye contact. Spock is left to deal with the guards as he takes off sprinting in the direction of the General, willing to end all of his demons. Spock lets him go, keeping the task firmly at the three guards.
He sprints down the halls, his legs shaking with each step. All the cuts, bruises, fractures, and torn muscles seeming to fade into one throbbing pain along with his desire of revenge. He longs for it; it's the only thing that will quench his unending thirst. He must do this, for Bones and for the Enterprise.
The air seems to thicken, his lungs begin to wheeze. He slows down, bending over and resting his hands on his knees. He coughs hoarsely, blood drooling from his lips.
"You don't look to good Captain." Toq's voice echoes in the darkness.
He bolts upright, phaser raised, ready for action, "Because you look much better?" He remarks, a smirk on his lips.
"I will once your body is cold and lifeless." The General replies sending chills down his spine.
"Well sorry, that's not going to happen." He grins, stalking gradually further down the hall, nearing the source.
"Oh don't waste your time Kirk; we both know who's going to come out on top." The Klingons chuckles heartily, making his gut twist into a knot, or it's the fact that he hasn't eaten in days, he's not quite sure.
"I'm glad you admit your defeat, now please step out with your hands behind your back while I bring you your official surrender papers." He chirps and the General laughs more.
"Oh, so humorous of you Kirk, now please, lay down your phaser Captain and I shall spare the lives of you crew." The General hisses and his heart begins to beat faster.
"You have no power General. We have control of the Bridge, you have no escape, there's nowhere to hide." He growls, panic boiling in his chest.
Toq snorts in disgust, "Please Captain, your Vulcan friend is clever, but not that clever. But I will admit, the bomb was pretty clever, it served as the perfect distraction to destroy my ship and free most of the crew, but Mr. Spock forgot about one thing."
"Yeah and what's that?" He sneers, eyes narrowing as he takes his next step, breaths heaving.
"You." Toq roars and swings a fist at his head.
He gets clobbered, stumbling to the ground, vision spinning. He cries out in pain, phaser sliding out of reach. Toq laughs, causing fear to pit in his stomach. It's over, all of it. The General bends over, grabbing him by his hair.
With fury, he kicks out, catching the Klingon in the chin. Toq stumbles back, blood oozing. He grins and jumps to his feet, fists raised, but he's outmatched, greatly outmatched. General Toq smiles back and takes a step towards him. He moves away, pressing his back against the white wall.
His heart beats faster and faster, his head almost becoming dizzy with the adrenaline. The General takes another step and he pushes off of the wall, doing a barrel roll into Toq's legs, knocking the General down onto the ground. He quickly springs back up, landing neatly on his feet and as Toq gets up, he does a round house kick, causing the Klingon to crumble to the ground.
He stands over the General with a satisfied grin, well, before Toq snatches his ankles and yanks his feet out from under him. He falls to the ground with a thud, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Toq gets up first, gripping him by his throat and raising him from the ground.
He bunches his legs together and kicks into the General's chest, causing the Klingon to drop him and stumble back into the wall. Taking advantage of the moment, he dashes forward, dodging Toq's weak blow and clasping both hands together to pound into the General's back with one hearty punch.
Toq growls in frustration, stumbling away from him and turning around. He just smiles back, flexing his fingers into a stretch. He inhales a breath, mentally preparing himself. The General comes at him again, full on rage gleaming in the Klingon's eyes.
With the last of his strength, he leaps into the air, pushing his left leg off of the wall and landing squarely onto Toq's head, causing both of them to crash into a ball of flying fists and thrashing legs.
General Toq manages to pin him down, gripping each of his wrists tightly till his skin tears and blood seeps. He spits into the Klingon's face and in response he earns a head-butt to the nose. He yelps in pain, his nose now swollen and cracked. Toq chuckles and adjusts, making sure he can't move any of his limbs.
"Bastard." He pants, blood flowing steadily from his nostrils.
"Oh Captain, how pathetic." Toq declares, nails digging into his skin.
He snorts, still struggling underneath the General's weight, "It's over Toq! You have nothing, you've lost idiot!"
"If I'm going down then you're coming down with me." Toq mocks, a smile forming on the General's lips.
His chest pants and he meets Toq's unfaltering gaze. He grins and laughs, causing the Klingon's face to screw over in confusion.
"What are you laughing about? There is nothing funny about this! Kirk I am going to kill you, you do realize this?" Toq yells angrily which only causes him to snicker more, blood spluttering from his lips.
"Oh Toq you're quite the entertainer. You've done all of this, for what? Only to fail. The only thing you're going to achieve at the end of the day is your life falling apart before your eyes." He chuckles, teeth grinning widely.
The General looks at him, completely lost, "You fool, your life is ending now and yet you laugh and joke?"
"If there's one thing I've learned through this ordeal, is not to take your friends for granted, which I believe is something you need to work on." He smirks, giving a nod towards Spock who's standing behind the General, Klingon blood all over the Vulcan's clothes.
The General chuckles, taking a side glance towards Spock then back down at him, the grin fading, "Well, this has been nice…" He chirps, another fit of laughs escaping his lips.
Author's Note: Okay I am so sorry for taking a flipping decade to post! It's just I've had workouts and some open field stuff for soccer, plus I guess I like to keep myself pretty busy. I hope all yall summers are coming out great as well! This chapter has a bit of bicker between Spock and Kirk for yall peoples who like them paired, and yes, Kirk says he's not gay but Spock just insists they are, which references of course the big fan base who do ship Kirk and McCoy. Also I brought in some of the Shatner moves, which I did look up lol because I love the Original Series! So I hope yall have loved the story this far and I plan to continue it until it comes to a neat tidy end which I hope all yall stick around for. I'd like to thank all of yall for everything, all the likes, favs, follows, and reviews, they mean the world to me. So thanks everyone and stay tuned for the next chapter and look for my new mini series "Waking Up is a Pain" which is another Bones and Jim pairing. Live Long and Prosper because someone's gotta.