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Chapter 20: Confusion

Spock hit the button and transported himself back into his cell, his face a cold bruising mask. Only his eyes betrayed the rage, terror, and bloodlust that flooded his veins and pounded through his head.

Nyota's eyes snapped open where she lay on the cold ground. Spock. Something was terribly wrong with her bond mate. She could feel it in her entire being. The bond was buzzing with turbulent emotions. Suddenly a wave of mind numbing fear swept over her closely followed by a tsunami of anger. She shuddered and her blood ran cold. He was gone—completely lost to the world of reason. The crystal casing around his passionate Vulcan and Human soul was shattered; the sharp pieces were strewn throughout his being, cutting him and searing his entire being with pain.

With an enormous effort she turned to her side just in time to see her beloved rematerialize, his expression stony, a bruise below his eye. His eyes snapped to her form and the chaos raging within them pierced her soul. She couldn't think, couldn't move. Some external force had taken control of her body and all she could do was watch while her bond mate drowned in his own insanity.

Spock leaped to her side and grabbed her wrist, pulling her roughly to her feet. Nyota cried out as her entire body protested the brutal movement. Spock froze at the sound of her outcry, his entire body trembling. She barely had time to breathe before he had pressed his forehead to hers and invaded her mind with his.

Nyota was mentally thrown backwards with the force of his attack. She reeled back and her eyes rolled back in her head. Spock's fell closed and a dull roar escaped his cracked lips.

The sensation of lightning dancing across her skin woke Nyota. Her eyes burst open and she blinked them groggily, completely lost as to her surroundings. Her mind could not make sense of what she saw for the human mind is not immediately able to cope with encountering something that is wholly unnatural and not of this world.

Her eyes flickered downwards and her breath caught. There was nothing below her. Absolutely nothing. Not even the comfort of space-like nothingness or black hole-like nothingness. This sort of nothingness was absolute. It was stark and clear, utterly dark while at the same time as bright as the most brilliant stars. She could see for millions of light years below her and yet see nothing at all.

She glanced to the side and was encountered by a similar view. Nyota got to her feet unsteadily and looked all around her. It was extremely disconcerting not being able to see or understand anything around her. At least in space there were stars, things to focus on. Here there was nothing.

No, not nothing, her mind corrected. There was something here. She could feel it. There was a defiant source of life all around her; the air vibrated with pulsing energy. Suddenly a bright flash of purple lightning flashed above her and she jumped back as a reverberating thunderclap shook the world around her. Where was she? She knew she should have been scared, but she wasn't. This place would do her no harm—if only she could discover where she was. Suddenly the air buzzed and a form appeared before her, magnificent in his glory.

Her breath caught as she gazed upon the being's ethereal form. Once again her mind had to adjust to viewing something unnatural. A body could not glow like that—could not be made from pure light and electricity, could not vibrate with tumultuous energy and be a vision of psychedelic colors.

Yet there he stood. And then her mind overcame the beauty of it and recognized the form in front of her. The sharp lines might be hidden behind the ever shifting energy captured in the being, but it was clearly Spock.

Her mouth was suddenly dry and her body suddenly shook with unquenchable need. Spock seemed to call out to her silently, sending out an undeniable message to all of her cells. Every part of her keened for him, for his touch, for his love. Nyota gulped as a tremor wracked her body. She no longer had control. Her mind was slowly losing control. She would surly die if she could not touch him, not being pressed against him.

Abruptly the overwhelming need that filled her ceased and she was able to breathe once more. She gasped and shook her head in bewilderment. She was at a loss as to what had just happened. With her confusion came the realization that this being was not her Spock. Of that she was absolutely certain. He burned with the same electricity that filled the air around her. His eyes held no calm, no reason. They were purely primal.

The air around her vibrated once more and strikes of rainbow colored lightning struck the world around her. They lit up the world from all around her—from above, from below and from all sides. A indigo blue flash caught her eyes in much the same manner as Spock's form had and she gasped as the lightning exploded into a multitude of smaller flashes of light.

Nyota snapped her head back to face Spock's form and noticed it was shaking. She squinted, her mind trying to grasp at what was occurring around her. No, it can't be. She thought and shook her head. And yet it was clearly obvious as she gazed at his quivering form. This Spock was made up of the same material that surrounded her, that filled the world she now inhabited.

Some unseen force compelled her to reach forward towards his towering form. His eyes jumped to her hand and he reached out a steady hand and touched his finger tips to hers. She felt the shock hit before she saw the fire flare to life between them. She was thrown backwards on to her back from the force of the emotion in him. Pure unpolished need pulsed from him. Nyota's mind went blank in the face of such uncontrollable passion.

Her body shook in response to him; the tremors traveled through her in waves, making her spasm on the ground. She stared at the ground beneath her; it was not ground. It was nothing; pure darkness that sapped her heat and pulsed with life.

"Nyota." Spock's voice shook the world around her and made her snap her face to meet his eyes. Her breath caught with fear and anticipation.

"Nyota, I need you." The sound reverberated in the air; it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. His beautiful dark, pine-colored eyes were roiling pits. She couldn't look away from him, even though some part of her was screaming at her to move, and run for all she was worth. This was not her Spock. This Spock had dragged her here, a place unknown to the real world. Her Spock would never do such a thing.

He waited for a response, one that was not forthcoming. What could she say to that simple statement? She ground her teeth together and slowly pushed herself to her knees, and then to her feet. She stepped away from his glowing form, trying not to control the sudden impulsive need to touch him once more. A wave of magnetism hit her once more and she stumbled, unable to stop her body's response to him. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, fighting for control.

But the compelling need only grew stronger until she was fighting to remember why she was fighting. She needed him. So much. Her mind required him to live and her body was nothing without his.

Nyota gasped as the feeling suddenly vanished leaving her weak and exhausted. She had no idea how long it had been, only that she ached all over. With a desperate effort she stood. She turned to face him once more and noticed that his eyes were calmer; a hurricane no longer, but a fierce storm. She raised her arms in front of her in a feeble attempt to ward of any further contact with the being in front of her.

"Who are you?" She finally demanded with as much will as she could muster. She needed an answer. Her heart was screaming at her that this was her love and that he needed her, but her mind was telling her to move, and move fast.

Spock's eyes flicked away from her and a yellow flash of light flashed through the air. She felt the confusion that filled the air. He shook his head, his hair rumpling. "It is I, your mate. You know this Nyota. Now end with this foolishness!" The final sentence was a scream and she flinched at the anger in his voice. The world trembled.

"Where the hell am I?" She responded fiercely, suddenly filled with a terrible anger. Nobody would treat her in this manner and get away with it!

Spock visibly ground his teeth and clenched his hands at his side. The anger Nyota felt jumped up several degrees riding her of any exhaustion. It continued to escalate until she realized suddenly with a shock that it wasn't her anger at all. It was his, and it wasn't directed at her either. It was directed at the situation. But why? And why was he behaving this way? Where was her Spock?

Nyota lowered her hands and met the eyes of her beloved's form. "Spock." She stated softly and slowly, "Where are you? Please come back and tell me what is going on. I'm lost my love, I need you."

On impulse she filled her mind with images of her Spock and filled her mind with love. Suddenly the heaviness around her eased up slightly and the air seemed to fill with warmth. Spock's eyes flickered and for a second she saw a shadow of the man who was her husband. But then the world flashed dark blue and Spock roared in fury.

He lifted his head and screamed into the air, his voice cold and bloodthirsty. Nyota covered her ears but the heart wrenching sound continued to pound through her head. Abruptly it ended and the creature lowered his head, his face contorted in fury and misery.

Where was her Spock? She had seen him for a second but he was gone once more. She gulped and bit her lip as a confusing cascade of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She glanced at the air around her as it flashed different colors and that's when it hit her. She was in Spock's mind. The place that had once been a peaceful Vulcan landscape with towering pillars had been transformed into this uninhabitable barren wasteland of darkness.

A bright red streak of light flashed next to her just as Spock's eyes flared. And the lightning around her was the manifestation of his emotions. This is what had become of her Spock. The being in front of her was not her Spock, but the world around her was.

With a surge of determination she banished the ache in her body and straightened. Her iron will restored, Nyota conjured up an image of a mountain prairie with little wild flowers in full bloom and threw it out into the world around her. If this was indeed Spock than he would recognize the image as one of the places they had vacationed at before the Battle of Vulcan. The image flickered for a second before being crushed to bits by the force of the darkness around her. She blinked and glanced at Spock's form.

His eyes had softened slightly. She had the sudden urge to hug him and a wave of love filled her entire being. Her Spock remained, if hidden. The air shimmered around her and the darkness abated slightly. Spock's eyes lit up and suddenly a smiled graced his lips. It was as if the sun had emerged after years of night. The entire world around them was speared with daggers of light that glowed a magnificent gold.

The wave of emotion that washed of Nyota sent her mind into a whirlwind. With a laugh she jumped into the air and twirled around. She did not fall back to the ground but instead remained suspended. She blinked in surprise at this development and has the irresistible urge to giggle.

Spock's eyes laughed with her and he stepped closer. She opened her arms to him and with a leap he landed next to her and swept her up as the world around them flared with every color imaginable. She had no idea what was going on, but the utter love flowing through her was lifting her up past cloud nine. The terrible heaviness that had bombarded her less than minutes ago was a forgotten nightmare.

She was overflowing with energy; her mind was clear and she could breathe. She laughed delightedly and wrapped her arms around Spock's neck. He gazed down at her and his chest rumbled. She gazed into his eyes which mirrored hers in joy. When her laughter had abated she reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Spock, what's going on honey?" She asked completely at peace once more. Spock's smile dropped of his face and the world flashed dark once more. His arms tightened around her. Nyota bit her lip and tried to project love and calm around her.

Spock's arms slowly relaxed and she dared to glance at him once more. His eyes were no longer leaping with joy but he was at least slightly calmer. He narrowed his eyes.

"I do not have the words. I cannot tell you. I will show you." His voice was rough with emotion.

Nyota repressed a tendril of fear that entered her mind at that. If Spock couldn't speak about it, then something very bad was happening. Not that the present display of emotion wasn't enough to convince her that Spock was losing a battle with his primal side.

"May I?" His voice was strained and she nodded cautiously. And suddenly she was no longer herself. She was Spock.

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action writer! XD

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