A/N: Okay guys because we don't have the fluff-master on this, this chapter got real dark real quick. Obviously the darkness is in the Mirror!POVs but AOS!Spock is still pretty foreboding as well. Thank you for bearing with me on this, one chapter is effectively at least two chapters in one. This one alone is around four chapters so yeah buckle up ahead of time. There is hella smut, extreme Mirror Spock-ness and extreme mental angst on the part of our AOS!prime characters. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW. This honestly took me months to write and I want to know a) if you even liked it b) if you want more humor and/less darkness c) want chapters this long or shorter d) which POVs do you enjoy or want to read the most? You don't have to do all four but those are questions I really do have. Thank you again for reading and I sincerely hope you enjoy.
-Mirror!Nyota'sPOV
" This is some bullshit…" she grumbled angrily under her breath. Apparently not quietly enough as she felt those stationed closest to her turn their gaze away from their screens and over towards her scowling face.
They could keep on gawking for all she cared; checking them with a few pointed statements wouldn't make her situation any better. Nothing could.
Nyota jabbed another channel button clear and held her earpiece closer. She couldn't believe her luck but...then again, maybe she had this oddball version of purgatory coming to her. She wasn't exactly what one would call an innocent bystander.
She glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of Spock standing over the sensor array display. Nyota didn't know why he even bothered further analyzing the readings; neither of them were going to be happy with the results. Because, of course, the alien eggheads known as Vulcans, were never off on their calculations.
She would be stuck here in this universe with that pompous space elf until the next ion storm hit. And to make matters worse, from what Spock deciphered of the galactic trade winds and radiation waves, said storm wasn't going to be forming anytime soon.
Yeah, he answered her with a more definitive number but Nyota didn't trouble herself with remembering the calculated estimation. She knew what blah blah blah dot blah blah blah meant; a long ass time.
She glared at the rigid length of his back and wished to see it on the other side of the closest port hole. The sound of her teeth grinding assaulted her ears but she didn't think it stop. She was too angry to care.
Why didn't Spock just let her leave?! Surely both of them would have been happier for it…right?
Nyota frowned with a brooding grimace and worried the inside of her mouth. Fucking, moral-ass weirdo.
Sensing her dark mood, the strange Spock turned his head towards her and tilted it with a chastising eyebrow. Oops, he might have heard that. Hmm, from the tilt of that eyebrow maybe all of that. Stupid ass bond snitching on her private thoughts.
That she and this Spock were somehow linked together just as she was with her Vulcan back in her universe, irked her to no end. What did she do to deserve this!? Hmm, on second thought, she rather not answer that...
When Spock continued stare at her like some smarmy headmaster, Nyota huffed and gave in.
With a snarky pout, the mirrorverse lieutenant turned back towards her console hub continued to filter through the subspace transmissions.
She learned what he would do if he didn't approve of her performance or behavior. Oddly enough, it didn't involve an assault weapon or corporal punishment. No, it was a unique set of torture, altered to best gain the results he wished to see. Being confined to the brig had been eye opening but his best discipline had been locking her in his quarters with him inside.
She didn't want to go back to his cabin to wait or alternatively, get thrown into the brig because he and that goofy version of her old Captain decided she had a 'bad attitude', whatever that was suppose to mean.
As it was, this Spock never left her alone. From his quarters to the mess hall and again to the bridge, the tempered Vulcan escorted her everywhere. The quiet calm of his demeanor as he walked her around the ship reminded Nyota of her Spock. Her possessive, back breaking, mind bending shadow. He was always cool, ever collected but never doleful like this Spock here.
What the hell happened to him anyway to make him so depressed? Nyota wanted to ask but it never felt...right.
She allowed the pair of them to go through the motions of their ruse. They would wait out the calm so they could get to the storm. She played her part of being vomit-inducingly cheerful and he committed to his of being the doting, yet professional alien fiance.
His act carried over into other avenues as well. While the Captain had discreetly ordered replicated uniforms sent over for her, there were a few odds and ends likes hair products and make up that she couldn't get on her own.
Spock did not allow her into the other Nyota's quarters, spouting out some mess about it being 'an intrusion upon her privacy' but he did offer a compromise.
" Captain approaching DS2 in 15 minutes. Request docking, sir?"
Kirk swiveled in his chair and gazed out of the viewscreen. The geometric feat of metal and pillars just up ahead filled the entire screen with its size. Nyota was momentarily stunned by the beauty of it. She had never seen a station at such. It looked more like a fortress than a station for ship maintenance and merchant trade.
Kirk was watching her with a look of concern as he answered his helmsman. " Yes, Mr. Sulu. Uhura. Please have those timed communiques with assigned shoreleave schedules go live to the crew's comms. Spock, prepare for departure. You have the con."
" Aye, Captain." they called out in sync. Nyota chewed on tongue as she double checked her work and sighed. This all used to be so simple that she could have done her job with her eyes closed but now she was struggling to keep up with her daily reports.
Everything had changed just enough to have her doubling checking her work and slowing down in doubt. Not for the first time had she left a channel open and heard a few conversations that were meant to be private and had her jaw dropping or her eyes bulging in disbelief. They weren't so boring in this universe as she thought they were. McCoy must have had his work cut out for her when it came to preparing vaccines because this crew got busy.
Each time she had tuned in to such a frequency, Nyota had been met with the Commander's stare. That or the Captain's tsk-ing fingers, wagging back and forth at her from where he sat firmly planted in his chair.
Truth is she shouldn't have been there. Not just this universe but working on the bridge. She would have figured they would have locked her up by now in the brig but these big softies trusted her lying ass. Well... really...okay, not at all but she's still surprised.
Both Spock and Kirk thought it best if they would have to explain as little as possible to the crew over the matter of her 'appearance' until Spock could conclude what exactly happened to get her here in the first place.
There was also the possibility of their Nyota coming back and each wanted to bear witness to that moment when it should come. However upset she would be to be stuck in the brig, the other, goody two shoes Uhura was sure to be livid if she found herself there. At least, that's what they said.
What they didn't say, but was perfectly crystal fucking clear to see, was that they wanted to keep an eye on her. The 'daring' escape attempt Nyota made when she arrived here had made them wary of her tech skills and cautious of her combat mastery.
Nyota wasn't too sure who was more concerned about the latter skill set but from the dubious looks Kirk was shooting her, Uhura would have to say the good ol' Cap was a wee bit nervous. She didn't fault him for it, hell she kinda respected him more for it.
Her Kirk loved the way she threw her weight around the battlefield but kept his distance from her for the sake of having a peaceful accord with his Vulcan first officer.
Spock made it his business to let everyone she was his and he did not share. For all the times he would manhandle her and fuck her six ways to sunday any time the mood struck, her bondmate had always made sure to protect her.
For a moment she kinda missed the creep...but moments like that pass quickly. Good riddance to that galactic, sadistic manwhore. Uhura did not care for being owned but she did relish the fact that she was Spock's woman and not anyone else's on board the Enterprise. Especially Kirk's.
Nyota sighed in relief as she finished going over the crew recipient list and confirmed that they had all received their schedules. She stretched her arms overhead and yawned loudly as the lack of sleep caught up with her. Thank god they had shore leave coming up.
Phfff, shore leave, what was this, a starship or a pleasure cruise?
She couldn't remember when was the last time Kirk let everyone off of the ship. It was typically the essentials, his buddies, his women and the prisoners they toted therein or the non-essentials...those red shirt ops that had been causing trouble or getting in the way. Who was beamed, transported or sent down all depended on the planet and his mood. Also depending on his mood, was who and how many got transported back.
Either way, Nyota was looking forward to leave under this Kirk's command. Her chance of being maimed or dying while off ship were dramatically reduced. She still had a nick on her neck from her last leave with Sulu and he still had a scar on his cheek from her. Love bites he had called them. Spock disagreed with him, physically so.
" Lieutenant Uhura, a word." Spock's voice called out behind her. Nyota crossed her eyes and groaned quietly to herself before getting up from her station and trudging over to where he sat. " Yes, sir?"
Spock stared at her thoughtfully. No doubt he wanted to rebuke her bad attitude but he surprised her.
Glancing up at her, he held her gaze. " The Captain will be back from his scheduled time aboard DS2 at 1800hrs. From that time, you and I will depart the Enterprise and board the station and procure whatever items and sundries you may need until your return."
Nyota wrinkled her nose and opened her mouth, ready to let her two cents fly. When she took in the subtle expression hanging there in Spock's face, she snapped her mouth back close with a huff. Sappy Spock was trying to make her comfortable. What good come from bucking against his orders or berating his need to take care of her?
Digging her nails into her palms, Nyota replied. " Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
With quick turn on her heels, Nyota returned back to her station and ignored the eyebrow that shot up on his forehead in response to her casual acceptance.
She sat down and prepared her station for M'Ress to take her place while trying to ignore the nagging feeling of gratitude she felt building in their bond.
Spock appreciated her cooperation. That had never happened before with her Spock...she thought, biting her lip. Her easy acceptance wasn't anything that Nyota wanted this Spock to dwell on. She was just looking out for herself, right? She wasn't even trying to help this alien commander out...
It's not a big deal. She put up with him and he tolerated her she pouted to herself. Not like she cared whether or not the big, emo lug took her out shopping anyways, you know. Not like he wanted to or that she liked that he was doing it. No, no, no, she didn't care that he was being nice and letting her browse.
Then why does his kindness bother you so much? A small voice accused.
Nyota screwed up her face and angrily stabbed her fingers along the console. Shut up! It bothers me because it's not real. This isn't the real Spock!
In this universe, he is as true as he is real. His kindness towards you is a natural by-product of his nature. You're his bonded. He's trying to make his mate comfortable and enjoy his presence-
Ha, like I could ever enjoy this pansy ass version of Spock. All this time he had been bothering her about whether or not she were comfortable in his quarters and need anything for recreation or assistance in relaxing.
Nyota had been shrugging him off but she thought of a few things (and ways) that Vulcan could have 'assisted' her,...like laying down that bomb ass lok game of his. Shieet. Sappy or not, he still knew how to handle himself. The way he made her melt would have given her Spock a run for his money.
She groaned and wiggled her thighs together. God she was so horny and their bond (and his body) was doing her no favors. However, all this bleeding heart lame-o could talk about was ' my Nyota this.' and ' my Nyota that.' was like a cold shower thrice over.
Wasn't she Nyota?! Didn't she have needs?!
" Lieutenant Uhura. If you would accompany me."
Nyota turned towards Spock and was met by his even, unwavering stare. He didn't look cruel or malicious like her mate but he did look just as alien. She realized she had lost track of time.
She had never had that happen before. Nor had she had Spock consume her thoughts like he had.
Nyota looked up from her seat and stared back at him, unmoving. He allowed her gaze and took time to observe her as well. Maybe he could feel that she was unsettled but couldn't see the exact reason why.
You're making him possessive and anxious with how you're feeling, Uhura, she chided herself. How could she help it though?
How much of his kindness and concern was really for her? How much of this shopping trip and escorting and dinners together were instinctual? She wasn't use to feeling like a burden...or feeling cherished. Claimed? Yes, definitely. Treasured? Not so much.
They were still staring at one another when Kirk exited the turbolift and greeted the bridge. His boisterous presence dispelled whatever was passing between them. Nyota dismissed her thoughts and finally gained her feet. " Yes, sir. Let's go."
" Thank you, Spock. See you two back here at 2100."
" Aye, sir." they answered with a salute. Theirs was different here and Nyota had to make sure to copy Spock as he gave a somewhat stiff one.
The pair of them made their way to the lift. She welcomed the diversion from her thoughts and feelings as Spock's double led her off the lift and towards the docking port.
She remained quiet for most of it, still stunned with the changes to the ship and her crew.
Everyone seemed so genuinely happy. Even more than that, it wasn't based off of someone else's pain or loss. Every member was helping to build and maintain the ship, not out of fear but from pride.
Nyota nibbled her lip as she watched a group of ops work on a panel next to the jefferies tubes. Between the beeps and clanks, you could hear them chat and joke with smiling faces.
They were so relaxed that she scoffed in disbelief. She couldn't remember the last time she looked or felt like that.
Even now beside her 'bondmate' on this new ship her body felt coiled with tension.
When you walked the halls, showered in the morning and laid your head down at night, you had to be ready to fight for your rank, your body and your life.
Strange that falling prey to her Spock had effected all of those things seemingly for the better. Losing to her Vulcan had her rank elevated, her body unbelievably satisfied and her life preserved.
Truth be told when Kirk brought her before him, all trussed up like a chicken, during Pike's demised she hardly fought Spock's advances at all.
She had to though, it was expected and he relished every bit of her rebellion. Of course he overpowered her and had his way but out of all of the men on the Enterprise, Nyota wanted to be his.
" Are you well?"
Nyota blinked over to where Spock was walking beside her. Vulcan males usually walked ahead of their mates and this Spock had been no different.
She looked around and found that she slowed her progress down the tarmac until she had nearly stopped. She had to get out of her head.
She smiled and lied with a nod. " Yeah. Just...a little tired is all." she said rubbing at her neck. She traced the scars of the Spock's bites with her fingers and sighed. She was a mess.
Spock stared at where she was rubbing for a moment too long before looking back at her face. " I will prepare you tea before bed tonight. It should help with your sleep."
" Thanks." she mumbled, still rubbing at her neck.
" None is necessary." he replied briskly.
They fell into silence after that and as efficiently as possible, made their way onto the space station.
Dull grey corridors funneled her, Spock and the rest of the visitors in and out of the giant metal structure. The air was cool and sweet, freshly cycled she assumed- a rare treat indeed.
Gazing out of the ports, Nyota admired the enormous talon-shaped pylons towering above and below the station like cautionary spikes.
She tried hard not to let her curiosity of this universe not get the best of her.
You won't be here forever, think of it as a layover she thought, as they waited at the security gates and funneled through the line. Nothing but a pit stop for the rest of my life in the Imperial fleet.
All thoughts of ISS evaporated as soon as they gained clearance through the station's translucent medical and security forcefields. Nothing had prepared her for the sight of the central hub.
It was...gorgeous. The bland looking exterior did no justice to the deep station's vibrantly colored interior. Stepping out from the gate terminal, they stopped just at the mouth of the dock port and gazed out into the bustling honeycombed hall.
Tens of aliens Nyota didn't know still existed filled the atrium, with scents and sounds that titillated as while as frightened her.
How many types of alien were here? How many had been present in her universe that they sought fit to exterminate?
Nyota swallowed roughly as she gazed out over the masses. So many...there were so many people and languages and cultures she did not recognize.
And as wonderful as she found the massive station was, the mere existence of it scared her.
They had nothing like this in the Terran Empire. being here now felt more like a fever dream than reality. She knew the imperial way of Terra was harsh but she had no idea of how much it had taken away from her and everyone else in the universe.
She staggered back into Spock's stiff form as a group of bright blue aliens with thicks facial divisions rushed past her in a fit of jovial laughter. As she stared after them in fearful confusion, the warm caress of Spock's hand to the inside of her waist brought her out of her shock.
Just as she gazed up at his stony face, the hand at her side disappeared and a space between them resumed.
She must have had her guard up on high alert because Spock shocked her with the simple motion. She had to check herself to keep from reacting defensively.
As Spock stepped away Nyota also found herself mourning the loss of his touch.
Uhura walked after Spock with a quicker pace to her step, not wanting to get lost in the nonsensical concourse. " This place is packed to the rafters."
" It is quite busy." Spock agreed sidestepping a spotted female with her wrinkly nosed companion. " The store we are looking for should be this way."
Nyota happily followed him, keeping a wary eye on the Andorians and Tellerites she spied.
They were surprisingly docile but she wouldn't let herself believe it. New universe or not, those aliens were as bad as Klingons in their defiance and warcraft.
She was so busy scowling at one passing by that she crashed into Spock's back when he came to a stop in front of the store. She huffed and stalked around him, not thinking to apologize.
This wasn't what she was expecting for a shopping trip. Being caught off guard was making her grumpy from the building tension it created.
Spock glanced down at her with a question in his eyes but she gave him no time to ask.
She fixed her gaze forward and breezed past him as if she owned the place. " Okay, now we're talking. Let me at 'em."
Spock faithfully trailed behind her, now more wary with her brave about face.
True was, Nyota didn't want to admit she felt scared around all these aliens. Hell, she was mated to one but Terra's xenophobic policies and propagandas kept racing through her mind.
How was she supposed to relax when there were so many Andorians around? Everyone knew they kidnapped and tortured humans. And Tellerites used Terrans as medical lab rats. Not to mention what those weird ass Denobulians did…
The longer she stayed in this universe the less confident she felt navigating it. She needed this Spock more than she wished she did.
Said Vulcan was hovering just a few feet away, watching her viciously push and pull at the garments folded along the table.
She was looking for something slinky, something sexy, anything familiar to make her feel like she wasn't going through some out of body experience but all the clothes were puritan garbage.
As Nyota walked from the table towards the racks, Spock came once again to her side. " Uhura, I must ask why you are so agitated. Did something or some-"
" Just give me a minute." she barked, storming towards the sales racks. The order PADDs mounted at the center scrolled the colors in stock and available changing rooms with a cheery beep as she approached. ' Hello. How can I assist you today?'
" You can assist me by shutting the fuck up." she grumbled, thumbing through the hangers.
" Uhura." Spock called with a hint of warning.
She clenched her teeth and huffed through her nose. She had to calm down and get her bearings. If she didn't do it soon this was sure to be a disaster.
Cochran knows she should have knocked on wood right then for all that happened after.
AOS Spock 3a:
Spock returned to his quarters and sat down at his desk. They had just come back from their shopping excursion at the space station and none too soon. Nyota had been more difficult than the Vulcan deemed fit.
For the first time, Uhura, particularly this version of her, had embarrassed him in public.
The strength of it went beyond his ability to repress. He hadn't thought it possible but his homeworld's maxim of infinite diversity in infinite combinations should had girded him to the likelihood.
In the background, he could hear Nyota's voice above the hissing drone of the sonic shower, just as sweet and melodic as it always had been.
The song she sang, however, was far from those sentiments. It was a bawdy lyrical mess, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what she could do and perform to any man brave enough to try and bed her.
He felt his cheeks burning at a particularly crude stanza about fellatio and turned bodily away from the door.
Did her salacious nature knew no bounds? And what she thought of him, equally pained Spock.
She judged him as overly-sensitive and prudish. At the same time this wicked version of his mate looked to him expectantly for discipline and punishment.
He could feel it there in the bond between them, a perverse sort of glee that he would take her in hand and use her. That in itself was a particular thorny issue. He was still a bonded male with very bonded male needs. Nyota no matter her nature was still undeniably attractive and his body reacted thusly.
He could feel the growing lust and tension rising within her through the bond as she continued to shower. The singing had stopped but he could still hear her voice from beyond the stall, moaning, humming, calling his name as she pleased herself.
Tension gripped him as he fought to ignore it, willing his mind mute the sensations of her ever growing pleasure. Breath after laboring breath, Spock dimmed the mental bliss until only he was left with her plaintive cooing from the walls beyond.
And an erection he would pay no credence to.
His body wanted what was his but could not have. And even by some exception he could have with her what he had with his true mate, it would never be like that between them. She was too...demented.
Her moaning voice grew into a shrill crescendo until it broke with a sobbing wail. " Spock!"
His body tremored at the sound of his name and jerked on his control. Spock closed his eyes and steadied himself from the barrage of emotions her climax inspired in him.
Mostly the torrid urge to make her cry out like that around him.
Spock grit his teeth and rubbed at the hair raised along the back of his neck. It is not her, it is not her, it is not her.
His heart could not reason what his mind knew to be reality and craved Nyota all the same. The passion that Spock possessed for her had yet to waver, lying full and abundant as it had always been.
No matter how he looked at it, Spock felt at odds with himself in a way he never thought to be possible.
Uhura: his bondmate, his shipmate and lover, could be the possible death of him if he let his guard down.
Spock had not discounted that he was still missing two of his knives from his wall mantle. They hadn't been found on her person, nor in or around the shuttlecraft Apollo. He knew Uhura remembered where she had stowed them but even in this foul recreation, Spock would never violate her mind.
This pixie haired reaver was his by bond but that was all. She did not know of his great affinity for his Nyota or how much she as a person inspired him to be his best self or of how much he missed her kissing him good morning as soon as she woke.
She did not know these things because, he assumed because her Spock neither told or demonstrated his great need of her. Perhaps he had committed himself to kolinahr or some other mental practice that kept him emotionally unavailable but it was hard to believe that was the cause given her memories of 'him'.
No matter how condition, this Nyota had Spock fit to be tied. Case and point, their earlier shopping excursion.
As they walked from store to store and the occasional kiosk on the space station, Spock couldn't help studying her for signs of his old bondmate. He came up empty every time he did so, noting the small quirks that were missing and the new idiosyncrasies that had taken their place.
When in deep thought, this Nyota would slightly part her lips while his would nibble her bottom lip, particularly in the right corner. When provoked to anger this Uhura would first attack and question later, unlike his bondmate, who more often than not, gave her opponents fair warning that they were treading into dangerous territory.
Their sense of humor also differed, with the former being witty and somewhat latent like his own while the latter could only be described at as crass.
As many differences as there were Spock could not deny the what few similarities they shared. The fragrance of her skin still tempted his senses with the urge to indulge a sniff. Her hair still threaded through his fingers like silk when he had the opportunity to touch her there.
A rose was still a rose no matter the amount or sharpness of its thorns. If that were true, could the same hold true for a woman if she had blossomed in dry, rocky soil? Was this Nyota not just as beautiful and brilliant as his had always been? In her quiet moments as she slept and when he had not known her to be someone other, did this Nyota not yearn for Spock, either Spock in her subconsciousness?
He supposed it was due in part to the bond transference. This Nyota longed for them as a pair at all despite his twin's manhandling of her.
Perhaps he was looking for atonement for his earlier transgression against his true mate.
How he had shamed himself. He stood there in the store as the other Nyota shopped and recalled the memory.
She had pressed against him so sweetly. The swell of her rear swiveled against his groin as he held her small wrists in his hands and awakened his hunger.
' I'll fuck you one last time...suck the logic clear out of you from your lok…you would like that right?'
And what had he, the moral, dispot said back to her?
' Bribery is not an accepted practice among Starfleet and Vulcans.'
He had not said no. Why hadn't he just said no? The thought of her sucking any mental comprehension from him was terrifying but the thought of her plush mouth wrapped around his lok…
Spock exhaled fitfully through his nose and played it off as the short haired Nyota glanced up at him curiously. She had been inspecting a metallic dress that was disconcerting short as well as two sizes too small for her frame and she probably thought he had been huffing in disapproval. Though the noise had not been intended towards the garment it certainly merited disapproval.
As if sensing his inner monologue Nyota smiled at him wickedly and tapped the screen of her shoppingPADD to order it sent to the dressing room. " Don't be such a sour puss, Spocky pooh. I'm sure when you see me in it you'll love it."
" One can never certain when it comes to something as subjective as fashion. As the old Terran adage says, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
" And what would you say about me Spock? Am I less beauty now than I was before the switch?"
" You speak as if you've always been here when you are in fact from another plane of existence. Having just met your acquaintance no less than a standard week ago I cannot say whether your beauty has grown or diminished."
" So you are saying I'm beautiful then…" she teased with a wink as she picked up another cocktail dress. It was even shorter than the one she previously picked up. Spock blinked at her in dismay.
He found the wink just as startling as her choice of attire. His heart should not have hammer so at the sight of her smile or the thought of her body but then again hadn't it always?
Spock huffed again and surveyed the nearby racks for a dress with more...coverage.
" I said no such statement. What do you think of this dress?"
He held up an orange maxi dress. With a braided collar that doubled as straps for the halter aspect of the top, Spock felt it was a sound compromise for both its color and sensual appeal.
Nyota took one look at it and scoffed with a snort. When he said nothing, she paused in her search on the rack. " Wait?! Are you being serious?! Of course you are."
She looked closer and shook her head. " Nope. No way." she answered pushing away the hand he had holding up the garment. " Nice try. Thanks for playing."
Spock furrowed his brows down at her casual touch of his person and looked from her back to the gown. " I do not see why this does not appeal to you."
Nyota rolled her eyes and jabbed her well manicured nails down towards the bottom of the dress as it skirted the floor. " It's nice, I guess if I were a nun having a night on the town or a 40 year old virgin looking to score before I end it all."
Spock put the dress back so swiftly it rattled the rack and shot her a look of frustration. " Nyota!" he hissed under his breath. " Please try to be reasonable and not so coarse."
She sighed and threw her arms up into the air. " What? I'm not! It's just ugly to anyone under 70 years old...and with a working pair of eyes…"
Spock's eyes fluttered shut as he took a deep, measured breath. He did not want to toss her out of the nearest airlock. He did not want to. Actually, he did but he would not. She was illogical but that was the nature of this Nyota and rational or not she was unfortunately his.
Much to his surprise, when he opened his eyes he saw her biting her lip and tapping on the orange dress on her PADD's screen to get sent to the dressing room. When she looked up and saw the surprised look on his face she rolled her eyes and shrugged. " What?"
Spock shook his head as she stalked off and exhaled loudly as she disappeared into the dressing room. Would it be too much to ask for her to obtain everything she needed in this one store so this shopping venture could be over with?
Knowing the answer to his own question he trudged over to the dressing room area and waited outside of the room she occupied. He let his mind go blank to the tinny sounds of music playing over the speaker and the rattle of hangers being moved around. When five minutes past and he became concerned.
" Nyota?"
Nothing.
" Nyota have you dressed?"
Silence greeted him again and he paled. What if she escaped him under the guise of trying on clothing? He rushed headlong into the room, prying open the door by Vulcan force and froze.
There in front of the dressing room mirror stood Nyota as he had never seen her before. Wrapped in black, the slinky fabric held each and every contour of her body. Her back was to him, baring scars and scrapes his Nyota had never worn.
She watched him in the reflection of the mirror, a wry smile on her face as she shifted her hips suggestively to one side. The short bottom of her dress fought not to ride up over her rear as she did so, drawing Spock's attention to all the wrong places. Logic help him.
" You like it, baby?" she asked, stretching her arms up overhead and twisting her hips around. " I thought you might."
Spock floundered for a response until she reached out to touch him. He baulked away and hissed out a whisper. " I am not your baby nor do I approve of you attire."
She gasped in mock offense and delicately brought her hand to her mouth. " Oh no! I had no idea that you would hate something so fashionable! But if you don't like it…"
Before he could follow her line of logic, Nyota had shrugged off the straps and slid out of the dress. Problem there was she had on nothing underneath it. And the door he was standing in the frame of was wide open.
" No!" He heart sank as he hurried towards her. " Redress!"
She laughed as he rushed to make her decent. She scoffed and shimmed her bare breasts before him. " Oh no...are you scared of a little cleavage?"
Spock glanced away as she made a game of showing her body. When he did, Nyota pouted but was soon laughing again. " Not that huh? What about my ass...you've always been fond of it…"
Slipping out of the dress, the devilish Nyota sauntered away from him towards to the door. In that moment he knew she intended to expose herself further. Frustration erupting, his body moved of its own accord to restrain her.
So he was quite surprised to find Nyota pinned between him and the dressing room wall as he sought to keep his true mate's honor intact.
Batting down his nerves he verbal lashed her. " Anyone could have seen you!"
" I've never called you anyone, Spock-kam." Nyota rolled herself against him and giggled. " Would you like me to start? Would anyone like to fuck into this wall?"
Spock ground his teeth together and she returned the gesture with a pouty whine. " I'm starting to think you don't like me…"
"Ms. Uhura, redress." he spat out angrily. He had never been so close to the emotion where it concerned her actions but this woman was testing all of his mental practices. All of them.
" Okay, okay." she sighed in defeat. " Fuck, you're no fun."
He started to back away when she seized his face by the jaw in a Vulcan gesture he did not believe either Nyota to know. Lust, longing, wicked hunger stole over him as Nyota bashed his nerves with her mental signature.
I own you….
His body's reaction was immediate, rearing forward to meet her challenge with one of his own. She fought to counter him, her movements more encouraging than intimidating, as he easily pinned her hips with his and held her throat capture in his mouth.
Mine...his mind snarled at her, rebuking her dominance of him. Submitted readily, baring more of his neck while her legs wrapped around his waist. A purr of approval rumbled between them, growing louder as he tilted his head to lick beneath her jaw. Sharp, electric stabs of pleasure ignited across his skin as she dug her nails into her back and pushed herself into his touch.
When he went to lick her again was when he came back to himself. A memory slipped between them, slick as oil and twice as thick, his hands shackling her to the wall, subjecting her mind to thoughts so torrid that the unchecked strength of his thrusts between her legs seemed restrained in comparison.
Through all her cries, whether ecstatic and mournful, was his voice, rough and hot, burning at every thought in mind until all she was left with was-
Mine…
Spock withdrew so rapidly the both of them fell onto the floor. He scrambled away until he hit the wall behind him, breath shuttering inside his chest as he fought down his nausea.
That wasn't him. That was not him! But the sound of his voice, the memory of Nyota's skin against his own, the sensation around his lok as he sank himself again and again, haunted him.
He looked back at her, doubly shaken as she leaned her head back and laughed mirthfully. When she finished her giggling, she fixed him with a wicked grin - the same one she shot him now as she exited the bathroom.
He suppressed the urge to shiver as she also repeated the same words she did in the dressing room.
" You are weak."
AOS Nyota: 3b
Safely back in her quarters, Nyota panted, back against the wall, willing her heartbeat to slow down.
When Spock had told her that this universe was nothing like hers, she thought he was lying.
It turned out that he was not.
She closed her eyes at the hot trickle that ran down her thighs with a shudder. She couldn't believe the what had happened on her shift, particularly the last twenty minutes as she tried to make her way back to 'her' quarters.
And even more damning, she couldn't believe how powerless she had been to stop it all from happening. What kind of special hell did her alter ego go through?
This soft hiss of the cabin door had Nyota opening her eyes to the looming form of the last person that should make her skin crawl. She wanted to think it was the beard or the cut through his left eyebrow left by a long ago scar but that was lie not even in her weakness moment she could begin to believe. The whole of him was what frightened her and made her reticent to blink in his presence.
For all intents and purposes, this Spock was supposed to be the same as her own and just set in a different universe- yet she couldn't shake the feeling that he seemed taller, appeared larger and took everything in with a steely detachment.
He stood there in front of her now with his mouth set in a rigid line as he cooly took her in. " You did not heed my warning."
Nyota shook her head. " No. I had no reason to trust you."
" Yet you are cross with me for coming to your aid?"
She sneered and leaned back against the wall. " What you did was- it would be a stretch to even call it help let alone aid. What you did to Tanaka alone is illegal not only within the Federation but half the Alpha quadrant!"
His eyebrows lifted over his hard gaze in a form of a Vulcan shrug. " There is no such thing as the Federation here. Nor is what I did to Lieutenant Tanaka the source of your ire."
Nyota closed her legs reflexively at his accusation. It was true, as much as she wished it was. No, what she was truly upset about had her arms crossing over her torso, protecting her body as much as she could from his touch. " What you did to me out there-"
" Was necessary. You are mine."
" How the hell was putting that device inside me and-"
He quietly stepped closer and glared at her. " You are my woman and in no position to deny me."
Her hands were flying towards his face before he could readily counter, landing a nail-laced slap to his check. Spock's head reeled fractionally to the left with a snarl, his clawed cheek on full display to her eyes.
When he turned back his narrowed eyes were fixed onto hers. The look alone made her blood run cold but she stood her ground with a defiant scoff. Aggravation and lust bubbled and popped like hot, boiling tar within their bond as the thin scratches began to bleed. " I can defend mysel-"
Spock rushed forward and crushed her against the wall. Her legs splayed out to the sides as he stood between him. With disheartening ease, the brute caught her wrists inside one of his hands and jammed the other hard against her face.
Nyota peered out of the corner of her eye at the livid expression in his eyes and swallowed with a squirm. She could barely more and hardly breath; as if she were caged within the grip of hot, molten steel. Maybe she shouldn't have poked the bear?
He leaned closer, his mouth brushing her ear, the whiskers of his beard tickling at the skin of her neck. " I did not say you were defenseless. You have not been listening to me."
She growled and jerked fruitlessly at his grip around her wrists. She hated this, hated him and her body was proving itself to be a traitor as well.
Her nipples were drawn tight against the worthless uniform halter women were made to wear, growing harder as she shifted against his chest. Her pussy was wet and wanting as if he had just taken what he wanted minutes before.
And like he might do again.
Nyota mewed in protest as he rolled his hips against her. " Must I show you how much you need me?"
Spock wasn't partial to word play but it was hard for Nyota to believe he had said such a phrase innocently. The innuendo seemed much too clear with the way he had his hip pressed up against her. The physical expression of how arousing he found her lay hot and hard between then. His excitement prickling at her skin from where they touched. But his eyes and expression were more terrifying than ever. He meant what he said, every single word of it.
Fear of what he might do next, of what she would have to reconcile unto herself breathed new life into her struggle. " No, I'd rather you not!" she jerked against his grip.
Spock huffed in amusement and squeezed her tighter until she hissed in pain. " Noted."
Nyota shook her head as best she could as his fingers aligned themselves across her face and pulled her under. " Noted."
Her vision blurred and buckled into black, erasing his mocking face and replacing it with the image of the bridge from the turbolift.
Spock's presence beat at her from behind as he waited for her to exit first. On her initial hesitation she felt his hand lace around the back of her neck. The words he wanted to speak weren't clear but his intentions were, be normal or suffer the consequences.
But it wasn't normal, none of this was. Her uniform covered less than underwear, her expression was unnaturally smug and the bite mark on her shoulder that she tried ( and failed) to hide underneath her hair made her feel like she was chum in the water of a shark tank.
It took no time at all for their eyes to find the wound and belatedly Nyota realized it was because of her hair. Long, dark and wavy, she could see a few of their fingers curl and tick across their consoles with the desire to tease it.
" Spock...good God man, are you trying to get us all killed?" Kirk chuckled. He spoke to him but he had stared at her as he said it. It was hungry look that even at his most trifling her Kirk had never shown. Nor did she ever want him to.
Marlene was his woman and Nyota couldn't help staring at the rope burns and mix of other scars littering her skin. She didn't want to learn first hand how she got them.
Spock had come to stand beside her then, his hand possessively pressed to the small of her back. " Of course not, Captain. Uhura and I have always been one for experimentation."
Nyota fought the urge to flinch away as hand slid up into her hair and over her neck.
" And the bite?"
Nyota followed the voice over to the helm and tensed. Sulu. As indifferent as Spock was and Sulu seemed all too interested. His eyes traced her figure like the Captains but he looked much more vested in making whatever cruel thoughts raced through his mind a reality.
She started to swallow rising bile bubbling up in disgust only to end up yelping when his fingers dug against her scalp and pulled in the thick strands hanging there to yank back her head. Her eyes were a blaze of fury and pain as he tilted his head towards her blinked at her mildly. " I was having such an enjoyable time that I found myself getting carried away."
He leaned forward with his eyes soft in their focus and planted a chaste kiss along her throat. The heat of it smoldered long after he had drawn his lips away and along with the assurance behind it. No one else was allow to touch her like this, whether bitter or sweetly.
" Alright you two lovebirds back to your stations and get me up to speed. We have to make it to DS2 for our next post check. Even with the raids we're running on fumes."
" Aye Captain." they called in unison as they logged in for their shift.
Work carried on in much the same fashion. Once she got use to the subroutines and systems checks for her station, Nyota threw herself into her work and made herself as appear as mundane as possible.
Getting caught up in the daily mass of subspace messaging and reporting made it easier to ignore the stares following each and everyone of her movements. It wasn't as effective when it came to the comments though.
Leslie had been especially chatty with little to do and even less to secure. Every time Spock left to accompany the Captain for an 'interrogation' he came a bit closer, his remarks a good deal bolder.
" That hair...I can't get over it." he started up again towards the end of her shift. Nyota continued to tinker and punch away at her console as he saddled up towards her chair. " It can't be real but it looks so real, you know. Like it be soft like a little bunny rabbit."
It was easy for her to scoff at him as she imagined the other Nyota would have but how did the other one deal with all the men being so creepy? The fact that he had described her as a small, defenseless animal didn't escape her notice, just as his shuffle one foot closer didn't allude her.
" Bet it smells good too."
She rolled her eyes then and began to close down her station. She had thought about lingering longer so could walk back with Spock. Vile as she knew him to be, the Vulcan for the time being was her one and only friend on this ship. Untrustworthy and psychotic, but hers nonetheless.
" The only thing it smells is clean, Leslie."
He hummed and leaned down towards her ear as she was finishing logging off of her station for the newly arrived beta-shift communications operative behind them. Leslie's breath rolled over her skin and he whispered rough and low. " Does he fist it when he fucks you from behind? Wrap it tight around his fingers as he we-Ack! Hey now!"
She couldn't do it anymore. Suppressing all her natural inclinations, Nyota let her instincts pull the knife holstered at her thigh to the crook of his throat. The memory of Leslie cowering in fear of her had Spock titillated inside her head and sinking deeper into her recollection.
" How I fuck with my man isn't any of your Goddamn business, Leslie." he hissed up at him from her seat. He gave a small nod of understanding and a hiss of his own as his adam's apple slid across the edge of her blade.
All of it sickened her, the words she said, how she made him bleed but there was no gentleness to give him or anyone else on this bridge. Any signal of mercy or grace would spell disaster.
She had looked around then and found most everyone's gaze trained on the two of them. In another award winning performance Nyota took her booted foot and kicked Leslie squarely in his chest. She stood, glaring down at his sneering figure while signaling the next officer over to relieve her. " Pussies should know better than to fuck with big dicks. They might get knocked out."
" Fuck you Uhura!" he growled from his position on the floor. She feigned a chuckle of amusement as she stepped over him. " Keep on wishing, pussycat. Not that it will help you. Sulu, you have the con."
" Aye." he called after her as she disappeared into the turbolift. Once the door shut in front of her Nyota dropped her knife and collapsed against the wall. She had to get home, she couldn't do this. They were animals. How did this ship even function with everyone fucking everyone and stabbing them in the back?
" Stop it." she scolded herself. She could and would survive. As much as she wanted to give up and hide in her quarters she wasn't about to let them overwhelm her. She wasn't necessarily kidnapped or a hostage but she felt like the same training applied. Assess the enemy and his means, exploit his weaknesses, break your binds and escape the situation whether the opportunity presented itself.
A deep breath followed by another slowed her shallow panting. Eyes closed she could imagine herself back on her Enterprise on her way back to her cabin. Yes comfort could be found anywhere if one knew where to find it. This was temporary, just a disturbing space in time to sojourn through.
" I can make it. I will make it. I'll be out of here before I know it. Just survive." she had assured herself. She retrieved the knife and slid it back in its shift as she stepped out on her deck. A cold wave of foreboding washed over her as she recalled what happened next, what Spock would see and what she would have to live through again.
She hadn't even made it around the corner when they cornered her. She first saw Tanaka rounding the corner before she felt strong pair of hands take a hold of her arms. A flash of movement caught her eye, faster than she could take as someone else slapped a foul-smelling cloth over her nose.
She had fought in earnest but restrained as she was against three assailants Nyota couldn't put up much of a fight. After few well placed kicks to Tanaka and a headbutt to the attacker holding her arms, the third jabbed something hard and jagged against her side.
Nyota buckled in half as a pain so strong shot through her that he vision temporarily went white. She fell to the floor with a howl, gasping loudly at the air to regain her breath. She remembered her confusion at the sensation, wondering for a moment if she had been shot with a phaser set to stun. But that was quickly ruled out when it struck Nyota again.
The third assailant, Ensign Ando had lept forward and rammed the device against her again, this time at her shoulder. She shrieked as the blinding pain rippled through her, piercing at every nerve ending within her. A quick boot to the ribs cut her screaming short, probably to not draw attention to the scene. Then the hands were on her, pulling, shoving, grabbing, pushing until her arms were tied behind her and she was convulsing with pain.
Tanaka strode forward and took her chin a firm, assessing grip. " Tsukamaeta."
" Iki mosho!" Ando barked pushing at his hand with a look over his shoulder. " Karera wa doko ni iru no ka wakaranai."
He seemed nervous but Nyota hadn't been in a position to think as to why. The searing pain of whatever they had used on her still burned beneath her skin. She gasped as he applied pressure to her jaw, opening her mouth with a muffled scream of protest as Tanaka shoved his groin in her face. " Damare. Boku wa hayaku narimasu…"
A voice had called behind her, unrecognizable to her ears. " Anata wa darenidemo kore o okonau…"
Tanaka had sucked sharply at the air and grunted. " Not to everyone. I save this treatment for those who deserve it. Isn't that right, oni onna? It's not like you didn't see a thing like this coming. You cut his face after all. You thought he'd let you get away with that?"
She remembered wrecking her brain to figure out what he was talking about. Who had she cut? The why she guessed didn't matter. Her double had left her with a plague of enemies that she had no clue about.
Nyota pulled against his grip as he began to undo his fly. He chuckled and held her face tighter. " Hold still. It's all in good fun. A little pee isn't going to hurt you. What Sulu has in store for you however-that might sting a little bit. "
Nyota fidgeted in his grip until it suddenly went slack. Her eyes had opened in enough time to see his body fall limp to the floor. There was a scuffle behind her and good deal of screaming from Ando and whoever else had been behind her. When most of the comotion had quieted down a familiar figure came into view.
She had tilted up her face, cupping her cheek in one hand as he used the other to gently touch her cheek. Nyota watched in disbelief he documented each bruise and abrasion given to her by Sulu's men.
One by one Spock tenderly ran his fingers over them, the muscles in his clenched jaw ticking every time she flinched or gasped in pain.
Tucking a finger beneath her chin he leveled a affection-filled gaze at her. Warmth suffused her face from where he touched her skin, in a gesture that was so much like her own Spock's that she sobbed in remembrance.
His fingers flinched at her thoughts, anger and jealousy tainting his regard of her. He wanted to be the one at the forefront of her mind, the one to bring her relief. Instead he failed her and allowed the opportunity for someone to hurt her.
He planted a kiss with his fingers to her lips and rose back up on his feet. Glancing over at his men, he spoke aloud to her. " They hurt you."
Silence had grown between them when she realized he was waiting for an answer. A shaky nod and sniff was her only reply before he went on. " And what do you wish for me to do about it, my woman?"
Nyota had stilled then, the buzzing sting of his mental warning to stay in character assaulting her nerves. She swallowed and looked at Tanaka. He had been the foulest, had bruised her face with the way he had pinched her face. Pissing on her would have been probably the nicest thing he had planned for her and that alone helped her act.
She straightened from where she still sat on the floor and licked at her busted lip. " Hurt them just as bad."
A slow, chilling smile crept over his face as he rolled his sleeves and ordered his men to retrieve each one of their agnoziers. Nyota puzzled over what it was until she recognize the small, handheld device Ando had jammed against her body.
With a methodical grace, Spock beat each one of Sulu's men, deliberately targeting the places that they had wounded her. She tried to look away but his mental warning clawed at her to watch every second of it. By the time she was done Nyota's breakfast felt lodged in her throat.
Spock blinked over at her as he snatched up Tanaka by the back of the neck. A quick slap to his face had him moaning back to consciousness. " Itai…"
Spock adjusted his hold, placing his jaw between his fingers and held the haggered man as he had earlier done with Nyota. " You…" he growled.
Spock took a deep breath settling his nerves before going on again. " You...you touched my woman. No one but me touches what is mine. Touching what is mine, in affect touches me. No one touches me but my woman."
Spock extended his hand out where it was filled with an agonizers by one of his henchmen. Tanaka started to beg but Spock shushed his whines with talking over him. " If you live through this, remember the mercy my woman, and myself by extension bestowed upon you."
" Hai…!"
" And you tell your master that I will-"
He leaned forward and whispered in his ear, to low for Nyota to hear but the fright in the bludgeoned Lieutenants eyes was loud and clear. One particular thing had him whimpering to get away and urinating his pants. Spock slowly withdrew his face away and began to rip at his coveralls.
Tanaka ineffectually batted at Spock's hands as he did so, wailing in terror as he was flipped onto his belly and made to raise his hips in the air. Spock held him down by the neck and leveled the agnozier between the cleft of his rear.
The memory goes black then, her vision dark as she had shut her eyes against what she knew to be happening. The sounds alone were more than enough to grapple with, the wet squelching, the raw throated screams, Spock speaking calmly through it all that terror must be maintained lest the Empire fall. The part scared her the most but something disturbed Nyota more.
As much as she was disgusted, ready to vomit in her lap, a small, tiny part of her relished it. That lingering bit of animal instinct, the part of her that recognized dog eat dog and better him than me. It had been appeased, thrilled even by Spock's caveman torture of her tormentors. She wanted to think that this vile version of her beloved had somehow infected her with it but the same small part of her led her to believe it had been there all along.
That's right K'diwa. You see it now. My love for you and how natural it is? How it satisfies your hungry whilst I satisfy your flesh. I did it all for you, do it all for you…we are one-
Her lips parted with a wail as he drove himself inside her. His hand held her captive within the meld but she could still feel her body being physically handled by his own. The memory continued to play scene after scene, Spock breaking her bonds with his bare hands and throwing her over his shoulder.
Spock picked up his pace as they neared the part where he ducked in between the jefferies tubes. He had still been so agitated that someone gained the upper hand over her that he could no longer contain himself.
He sat her on the assess ladder, pushing at her thighs and skirt to fit his face between her legs. Conflicting emotions warred for control within him, spurring his tongue to flick, slide and fuck her sex in sync with his lips.
Insecurity: that she should want the lesser Spock. Longing: that she should time and time again deny his claim. Rage: that anyone should dare touch her. Fear: that she was so very fragile. Ecstasy: that she was his.
He fucked her with his mouth until her legs shook and she sobbed for him to stop. He did, but only with his mouth. His lok soon replaced his tongue and had her wailing even louder and then he felt it. In that sweetest, sinful moment when he lodged the pekh-razh-lok inside her rear and brought her to climax for a third time she whispered his name before collapsing unto his chest.
Their name might be the same but he felt it in their bond that she had called for him! His rapture of it undid him in the present and had Nyota reeling as she spiraled back into her physical reality. The pair of them hissed as he emptied himself in a molten gush.
Because he felt her past pleasure of it, Spock entwined their fingers and twisted his tongue slowly against hers as his knot slowly began to swell. He had never allowed himself to knot in her center before, fear of what disaster pregnancy could spell for them in he succeeded in breeding her.
Apprehension had Nyota breaking the kiss, fidgeting futilely to free herself from his swollen cock. " No!"
Spock huffed in amusement gently held her jaw between his hands.
" This-" he said jutting his hips between her legs, sinking deeper still despite the knot. " is mine. Not theirs, not yours but mine. The sooner you commit that fact to your behavior, the easier this will be for you."
" I will never be yours." she growled, jerking in his hold.
The smile he made then frightened her more than his blank faces ever hard. " You have never been one to take the easy way out. Just one of many reasons I covet you."
" I am not having your baby!"
" You will bear any burden that I place on you. From now own," he began, pushing his hair back out of his face." you will follow my commands to the letter."
He shifted his hips again while still inside her and licked at the still healing bite at her shoulder. " You will enjoy the consequences whether you fail me or succeed."