I'm sorry, I'm not going to be able to update this frequently. But I will try!
"Dammit Spock! That was the wrong compound!" McCoy yelled as he picked up a blue vial full of quark sufficient material.
"I assure you doctor, it was not." Spock said, calmly as ever, even though tensions were running so high.
"Yes it was! You were supposed to mix the –"
"Doctor, I am aware of the quark compound being mixed with the neutron enriched molecular compound."
McCoy growled. "It's wrong…" he said, checking the labels to prove his point. He was mistaken, Spock, as always, had correctly performed the task. The Vulcan raised a know-it-all eyebrow.
"Listen you pointed eared Vulcan, don't act all smart with me!"
"I am not, doctor. I find it confusing why you would have reacted so strongly."
"Strongly? Strongly? Jim's mentally unstable, we have no idea how much time we have before…whatever it is comes, and to top it all off, you're acting like a smart aleck!" Bones yelled furiously. His face bubbled with anger and high strung tensions and lack of sleep.
Spock stared at him in mild alarm because of this reaction to such a small thing. Even for McCoy, this was abnormal to act this boldly. But when fear entered him, it exited as fury and rage. What was more alarming to Spock than the outburst was that his incredibly sturdy friend was full of fright.
Spock tried to stop his voice of monotone and normal and decided to be a little more delicate with this. The last thing he would want to do was disturb the only other person in the galaxy who would understand Jim's condition as much as he.
"Doctor," he said, his voice barely seasoned with concern, but it was enough to taste. "I realize you are worried about the Captain, as am I. But if we are to work efficiently, we need to trust each other's actions." He turned to McCoy, seeming to seethe, but as soon as Spock began speaking in this tone, his face seemed to simmer down and cool off.
Bones looked into those brown eyes. Those worldly, knowing, assuring eyes, and he shook his head, eyebrows like an upside down V. "I'm…I'm sorry, Spock."
There was a suitable silence.
"Security to sickbay, Mr. Scott has been banging on the door, requesting to see captain-" All of the sudden there was a tear. A tear not like paper. Or fabric. Or even wood. It was like the tear of human flesh. Being torn apart at the seems. A terrible, gory, horrific sound that made both McCoy and Spock cringe. Then everything around them, the floors, the walls, the ceiling, the instruments, the desk…everything except for them was simply…gone.
It wasn't white. It wasn't black. It wasn't any color. It was just nothing. Nothing. Not grey, just nothing. Cold chills, like something that froze your blood to icicles and frosted your spine like the world on Christmas eve was breathing in the air.
"They grow hungry! We shall attempt now!" a voice of a being unlike anything they had ever heard before rang out from all corners of the space that did not have corners.
"I tell you it is too rushed, my lord!"
"The Agriol'v'tu will have ours if we do not finish this task! The two friends he has are already in our grasp and we must continue to store their emotion as well as the prospect human male's reaction!"
"But my lord, I have not contemplated the full occurring sequence!"
"Oh, but I have. It shall be different then the petty sequence you put as the finality code in the Primary Human Male's head. The Agriol'v'tu shall not wait much longer for their reaping. And it shall be the largest harvest ever!"
This voice seemed to paralyze them. It snapped into both of their heads that this was the unknown force. These…beings with their obsession of extracting something. Reaction and emotion? Human fear? Possibly. But that was all the thinking Dr. McCoy's mind would allow. Terror, the inexplicable frozen feeling that was glued to his body made it impossible to move mentally or physically.
A scary thing about this situation was that this was no dream. There were no distortions, they were full height an proportion. They had all their senses, no blurring vision or touch like in your subconscious. Everything was totally real.
Then the nothingness snapped into something. Something vast, forever, unforgiving, alone. Standing in this space you were alone.
That was how both Spock and McCoy felt, even when they were standing next to each other, almost leaning in towards each other…
Spock doesn't really feels alone often. His emotions are controlled and his own thoughts provide company to his logic. Occasionally when emotional matters seem to occur, he does feel alone. In fact, stone cold alone. There is no one he feels is safe to talk to. Not even Jim. But it's as if these feelings are stronger, his emotions weighing like weights, even though he does not feel anything but concern and terrible, great fear envelopes his thoughts and his logic fails him as he is in a strange aloneness.
McCoy seems like he's surrounded by a void, a void of nothing. A nothing that is unfamiliar to him and resents and is terrified of it. A bone freezing seclusion seems to wrap this place like a blanket without the warmth an the only thing reassuring is that Spock is there with him. But this nothing is invading his thoughts. Slowly, his mind feels like it is being crowded and split in half. Half of it blank and obedient, the other is all of himself crammed into a space far too small an he cannot escape the room his mind is being locked into.
Spock also feels the similar sensation.
It's as if half of their brains are becoming misted, dull and obsessed with a purpose, a reason, a command. Wanting it, craving it, but the commands the rest of your brain (which is stored in a much too small compartment in your mind) that is truly you don't register. And they are suddenly not in control.
And before they can at least try to speak to each other, they see Jim.
He's grinning, ear to ear, hair absolutely perfect, wave in front, his golden brown strands in order. He's sitting in a tall chair and appears large and full of confidence. But something's off about his face. A devilish complexion, something never found on the captain's face, stretches subtly across his features. This can't be him. It wouldn't make sense.
"Hello my pets," the grin seems to broaden and looks like it will tear the rest of his face off because it's so big. "Come, sit." He beckons Spock and McCoy.
Bones is outraged he would talk to them in such a manner an was about to yell …but his lips failed him. They stuck tightly to each other. He could not open them or udder a sound. Fear struck one of the split sides of his mind. He could not will his own body to move. The only thing he seemed to have control over was breathing, and he wasn't even sure he could hold his breath if he tried.
Then both he and Spock began moving, against their wills, over to the evil looking Kirk. Something was terribly wrong, not just that their bodies were being manipulated, something was wrong with the captain. This was not Jim.
After, as if it was not torture enough to lose control of their beings, they sat down at his feet, like a dog would. Rear on the ground, legs flexed with hands in front. It was demeaning, angering and petrifying that this was happening.
They both wanted to yell out, or at least protest this treatment. But their mouths would not permit it. It was like on platonus, when neither had control…it was horrifying.
"Come out, Jimmy Boy." That was the signifier that this certainly wasn't Kirk. This was an alternate him. The final stage of the dream was unfolding an they were helpless to it. "Come play with your friends."
A cage, dragged out on it's own, came out from behind the chair, a true captain behind bars. "Spock…Bones…" he whispered.
This was the captain. Sadly, his eyes were streaked of the lack of sleep, face blotted and red, shaking. Tears began to gather in his eyes as he waited for a response. Jim didn't cry. But this was certainly Jim.
"Come, play with your new toys."
Hope you liked that, I'm trying to finish this in a few chapters, so not to lose interest. Kind of creepy, going to get very weird in the next chapter. Suggestions and reviews are strongly wished for! Super sorry for not writing in so long.