Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: The Horrors of Tarsus
Pairings: OC/OC, Spock/Jim, mention Sulu/Chekov
Chapters: 10/20
Word Count: 1056
Trigger Warnings: Tarsus, Language, Starvation, Eating Disorder, Child Abuse, Torture, Rape, NonCon, DubCon, Violent Imagery, Angst, Slash, Explicit Consensual Sex, Vulnerable!Jim
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: 'I'm going back. I'm really going back.' As far as Jim Kirk was concerned, Tarsus IV had been burned behind him when he'd been rescued, but now the name glared at him mockingly from his PADD. 'A coup is rising on Tarsus IV, led by Syvik Kodos, son of deceased Governor Kodos. This threat must be neutralized immediately.'
Disclaimer: I only lay claim on the OCs, nothing more.
The Horrors of Tarsus
Chapter Nine
~15 Years Previous~
JT slumped against Kodos' bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had no sense of time anymore. Day, night, seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years…it was all meaningless now. Kodos walked into the room and JT looked at him blankly. Nothing really phased him anymore. The man looked angrier than normal today he observed, "How did you contact them?" He snarled, wrapping his fingers around the boy's neck and squeezing.
JT gasped lightly, his blue eyes going wide with mild fear. He should have been more frightened than he was, but death wasn't a frightening thought anymore.
Kodos growled through clenched teeth, "How. Did. You. Contact. Them?"
JT shook his head as best he could, "I-I…" He choked out.
Kodos released him and began unbinding his hands, "I'll get an answer out of you, one way or another."
JT struggled weakly and Kodos slapped the boy, throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him out of the room and into an open field at the back of the Compound. The other eight children were kneeling in the field, looking a little roughed up but otherwise okay. JT was a bit relieved.
Pixie's head shot up, "JT!"
The man behind her stomped his boot into her tiny back. There was a sickening crunch from her wing and a tiny whimper from the little girl.
JT winced.
Kodos threw JT onto the ground. There was a snap from his wrist and pain, but JT was getting very used to pain. He gasped softly, tears in his eyes, but did not cry out.
There were two hooks embedded in the ground not far from him and a man pulled JT up into a kneeling position, hooking straps onto his wrists and looping them into the hooks. The man refused to meet the boy's eyes as he stood, walking away from the child.
"Don't hurt him!" JT heard S call and there was a loud slap.
JT flinched.
"Shut up you shit." Kodos snarled.
A brief hissing sound echoed through the air before there was a CRACK and JT felt the skin on his back tear open. A whip. Kodos was going to beat him with a whip. He clenched his jaw.
"How did you contact Star Fleet?" Kodos yelled.
JT shook his head. He didn't, but he knew it wouldn't do any good to object verbally, so he didn't. There was no point. Kodos wouldn't believe him.
He choked on a cry as Kodos brought the whip down on him again.
Jim gasped awake, his bright blue eyes snapping open and darting around the room, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his face and chest.
"Jim, it's alright." Spock said, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead, "It was merely a nightmare." He looked concerned, "They appear to be getting more frequent."
"Yeah," Jim replied, "A little." He closed his eyes, "The sooner we're at Spacedock the better."
"Is there anything I can do to help ease you, Jim?" The Commander asked.
Jim shook his head, "Not really."
"Are you sure, Jim?" Spock asked.
Jim had to be hallucinating, because he could have sworn that Spock sounded down right suggestive just then. He opened his eyes, puzzled, "Yeah, I'm sure."
Spock seemed to deflate a little but quickly schooled his features into a look of indifference, "Very well Jim. I did wish to express my apologies for early. You were unwell and I took advantage."
The Captain flushed red, "What? No, I-"
Spock stood, "I should get back to the Bridge."
Jim's hand shot out and locked around Spock's wrist, "Spock, wait." He said.
Spock raised an eyebrow, "Yes, Captain?"
Jim flinched and his eyes reflected hurt but he simply cleared his throat, "Earlier…I wanted to do that. Kiss you, I mean. And I really wouldn't mind doing it again. I was scared." He chuckled darkly, "Only been that scared once before, back when I was a kid, but you bring that out in me."
Spock sat back down, but this time sat on Jim's bed. He didn't bother removing the human's hand from his wrist, "You need not be frightened of me, Jim. I will not hurt you, nor will I allow others to do so."
Jim smiled, a bit shyly, and moved his fingers down from Spock's wrist to his hand, pressing their first and middle fingers together. He locked his ocean blue eyes on his First Officer's deep brown.
Spock's mouth twitched into a brief smile and allowed the touch before bending his head down to capture Jim's lips with his own. Jim grinned into the kiss and grabbed his Star Fleet regulation blue Science Officer shirt, gripping the fabric tightly beneath his fingers. The Captain sat up a little, not breaking the kiss and tilted his head slightly, letting their lips slot together comfortably. Spock pulled back and rested his forehead on Jim's, "What do you want this to be, Jim?" He asked seriously.
Jim smiled lightly, "You, me, together. A relationship, if you want." He replied.
Spock's lips twitched again, "I find that to be agreeable." He said before pressing his lips back against the Captain's, his tongue slipping out to lick along the seam of Jim's lips, but when Jim's lips parted he pulled back. He kissed the pout that formed on Jim's lips chastely. "May I inquire as to the nature of your nightmare?" He asked.
Jim looked away, closing himself off.
Spock ran his fingers soothingly through the blond's short hair, "Please, Jim."
Jim sighed, "The last day on Tarsus, before Star Fleet got there."
"Would you show me?"
Jim nodded.
