A/N: No Mirror!Nyota POV this time around. Busy with work and family. Hoping to update more soon. Thanks for reading and please review.

AOSverse: Spock's POV

She was not his Nyota. The bond between them would tell Spock otherwise.

It was not so hard of a thing to reason logically but the instinctual heart was not inclined to see it. She was his and to treat her as anything else, pained him. Bonded as they were, they had a mental connection that bore satisfaction with every moment of unity. He had always desired this with someone and he could not remember ever seeing Nyota as someone less than desirable.

Spock had always pursued her in his own way, taken the steps necessary to have her gain some measure of confidence in asking him to court her as humans do.

For months the pair of them exchanged 'accidental' glances in the other's direction while he lingered over her questions and stood possibly too close for Vulkansu etiquette to dictate as sound or moral. Piece by mental chess piece, Spock played his hand to let her know of his interest while never speaking it aloud.

He would never do anything that would lead to the demise of their career or their comfort with one another but he would hint to his exceptional interest in her, ever so subtly and every so often. And once she proposed a date, Spock redoubled his efforts to have Nyota as content with him as he was with her.

But there was a stranger in their bed, in her spot, wearing the same face and sporting the same figure.

Spock sighed down at the familiar female tucked against him and studied her. On her face she wore a fierce little scowl that would discourage even the mightiest of Klingons from waking her. Smoothing his fingers against her brow Spock caressed it away until she looked more peaceful.

With her face softened Nyota looked as much as she always did to him. He stared at her warmly until something caught his eye. There trailing down the top of her shoulder was a dark angry line.

He turned his head to find where it ended only to see another cross its path. Line by jagged line Spock traced each one in a sad reframe. Her skin resemble a well-worn map with all the overlapping scars.

" K'diwa." he murmured reflexively towards her slumber face.

Earlier he might have found himself ashamed to do so but the dark and silver scars casted her in a new light. Far from being the monster of her own making, Nyota had been molded into such a force.

Perhaps it was due to a deep set instinct of survival or that she knew no other way to live but after seeing her so feral and mistrusting to any sign of kindness, it all made sense. This Nyota wasn't naturally cruel; empathy and magnanimity had been beaten out of her and replaced with detachment.

She was a bondmate who was unable to express the essence of it was. What had he done in that universe to Nyota to make her this way? This one did not know that he had to have loved her to bond with her...

His fingers fisted into the sheets as he fought the urge to soothe her with his mind. Some of his distress simmered over towards her, wrinkling her slender brows again and whimpered. The bond...was hurting her too?

At least they both seemed equally agitated by each other and the distance between them. And that was it, Spock wanted nothing to do with this version of his mate, all intimate contact whether emotional, mental and physical was due to his own Nyota.

A shiny sliver rolled down her across her cheek and he realized then that she was-

" Crying?"

He leaned closer and saw for himself that she was in fact shedding tears in her sleep. The whine in her throat returned along with a shudder against the mattress. All of him wanted to believe her unconcious emoting was due to a nightmare but he could feel the bond rippling with a jagged ripple of discordance himself.

With a shaky hand he reached out to her, unsure of the ramifications should she wake. As much as he dared to Spock brushed his fingers up along her face, cupping her wet cheek in his palm.

She flinched at the intintal touch but soften immediately as she recognized its handler. Perhaps she thought him to be her Spock? She was so still beneath him that he thought she had woken up. The dreamy haze of unformed thoughts under his fingers assured him however that she still slept soundly.

Before he could act on the urge to withdraw his hand he stroked his thumb slowly across her cheekbone. Over and over, sure and steady, until a lighter, more superficial link formed between them. There Spock could see for himself what their bond had just recently suspected.

"...Spo…" she mewed. He could feel her desire to nuzzle into his hand, relish its warm and security, along with her fear. That was what held her so deathly still. The same irritating sensation he got when she glared at him. Fear.

Muscles along his throat constricted tightly as his stomach soured and threatened to heave up their last meal. Something deep and dark churned within him at the recognition of the emotion.

As a Vulcan he could not idly allow the emotion to reign freely inside their bond. Why should he be bonded if not to protect and cherish her? That was what their bond was forged on, the connection of the mind to unite the spirits as one. He had failed her in a different time and space but here, in the short time that they would have with one another, he would be better to and for her.

He moved his body closer with no trace of sexual need or want and cradled her as best he could. Safe he thought circling her cheek with his thumb once more, I am safe. With me you are safe.

A soft muffled humm peeped from her lips as she snuggled closer and threw a leg over him. Though it was very much the same as his Nyota, it was far more dense and firmly packed with muscle. To note the difference discomforted him. He shouldn't be analyzing any inch of her anatomy, though it was hard not to with her pressed so closely against him.

Spock swallowed and gently pushed the limb off and away to the side. He made a pact with himself then as he gazed over the equally beautiful mate tucked against his side.

He would give her kindness, show her the joy that could be had when bondmates were in sync and not battling for dominance but he would not give meld or mate with her.

Spock closed his eyes and meditated on his resolve and will to see such a vow through.

Mirrorverse: Mirror!Spock's POV

You can't guard her forever

Seven syllables, five words, sent by comm to his personal device anonymously this morning-ominous words that were meant to haunt him. Spock would be hard pressed to say to say that they hadn't made their mark. Vulcans were not in the practice of lying.

He gazed at the message, the new, softer version of his bondmate slumbered peaceful beside him as he growled silently in agitation. When she began to whimper in her sleep, Spock dismissed his anger with a practiced breathing exercise to clear his mind's judgements. No sooner had he done so did he find her quieting down.

He tilted his head and gazed in fascination. The bond he had with her was as strong if not stronger than the one he held with his own Nyota. His unbridled emotions had strength enough to move her. Idly he felt himself recoil in horror if the same were true for him being manipulated by her thoughts and feelings.

I am disciplined enough to purge such poisons, he assured himself. Best not to look for problems where there were none and to delight in his lover.

Tucked into the crook of his arm, Nyota snored lightly with her plush lips parted. Her head was pillow against his chest, caressing his skin with the long, silky waves of black hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful but it was her hand that gave him the most to ponder.

Nestled against his side, her palm laid in an almost protective fashion over his heart raging. The soft pads of her fingers contradictorily soothed and pained him with the emotions at his proximity. There was a trust there, one that he had not stolen but the other had earned.

An itch of worry that made reluctant to meditate for fear of what he might conclude.

Spock did not need her mind to know that this was how she often slept beside his lesser, sound, deep and confident of her safety.

Nyota had started at the far side of the bed, feigning sleep so as not to draw his attention. He had been content to play along for his part, meditating beside her with his asenoi's oil perfuming the air instead of the combined musk of their mating. So long as she was near and did not attempt to leave he would leave her be.

And maybe that's what brought it all on, his feeling of contentment. He had gone to sleep with the warm swath of it enveloping him as he began to transition from restful awareness into sleep. A touch to his side had him repressing a growl of warning until Spock realized it wasn't an unknown danger. It was her.

He had regarded her curiously, unsure of her intentions until he felt the dreamy haze of Nyota's mind. She was still asleep.

He relaxed and marveled at the development, allowing the soft-hearted duplicate to move over him until she stilled back into dreamless sleep once again. Bonded as they were she could not consciously rebuke his presence or deny the pull of it. They were one, once happily so - though now he could not be so certain.

It would be easy to deny the mourning her felt from her when she would look at him but it was not a Vulcan practice to contest the truth. She longed for him yet refused to see that he was right before her eyes.

He was stronger, keener, more aesthetically pleasing to the eye and from what he had gleaned of her memories far more effective in his bedroom manner. All this and more, yet his new Nyota had yet to be won over to him and him alone.

And so he did what any possessive, male creature would do to gain and secure his mate; scope out his rival.

In those rich, vibrant memories, his lesser constrained himself within the bondage of Surak's tenants. Witnessing his pursual Nyota over in the most painfully tedious courtship he had ever beheld - and when he had learned that it was, her and not himself - that had asked to be a couple Spock did not hold in his scoff.

How foolishly obtuse, he thought, sourly as he continued to rummage through his beloved's mind. Did that imbecile not see her worth? Did he not observe how comely she was? Why then leave their bonding to chance?

Anyone could have taken her from them and rightfully so. If he was going to be so dense as to let her linger for that long then he truly did not deserve her.

Gaining Nyota as his woman was his fondest moment in life.

Pike had ordered her assigned to the Enterprise from the academy, for various reasons that became abundantly clear when Spock saw her materialize on the transporter pad.

The moment her dark eyes met his, he knew she was his. And while he didn't need Kirk's help to stake his claim, having Pike permanently relieved mutually aligned with their actions to see him gone as soon as she was aboard.

She, just as with this Nyota, had been resistant to him at first but he made sure to be very persuasive their first few nights.

Yes that's what he was missing, a move to persuade her mind and body to him and not the other Spock. If she wanted flowers then he would see to covering her bare body in rose petals. If she desired a candle light dinner then they plunder the cargo bay and see what spoils they wished to dine upon. If she needed tenderness...he would gently take her in hand and tame his wildling woman to his will.

Spock smiled to himself as he devised ways to drag the soft but fierce Nyota's heart into his clutches.

That sentiment was short lived as she bucked against him in a way he hadn't expected.

Mirrorverse: Nyota's POV

" Your behavior on the bridge this morning was...foolish."

Nyota scoffed. He had some nerve. She rolled her eyes and her body away from him as she settled onto the bed. " All things considered I think trying to get away from you was pretty smart."

" And exactly where were you headed to, Nyota? Into Doctor McCoy's waiting arms? Or that of the Captain's after he finds out who you are?"

" I can handle the ship and everyone on it."

The words sounded as hollow to her ears as they felt. She was desperate, not that this Spock would ever understand such a feeling. He couldn't get impregnated by a madman.

He glared at her and stopped his pacing. " Everyone on this ship wants you. Whether dead or alive depends on the individual."

" Did you ever stop to think about how much you and my Nyota differ? The scars you lack, the tattoos you don't bear? The piercings you are missing? And you would go to the Doctor and let him...touch you, handle you and see that you are truly someone else?"

She opened her mouth to rebuff him but snapped it back closed with an angry huff. She hadn't actually thought about it. Any of it. All she knew is that she was worried about what she might contract with him and the possibility of impregnation. This wasn't the Spock she had in mind as the father of her children.

So naturally the thought of doubling up on her birth control was highly appealing. When he caught her by the arm as she started to make plans to visit Leonard Nyota had been crossed. That was until he explained to her that before females are deployed for duty they are for all intents and purposes sterilized.

He had been furious with her as they went back to his quarters, his jaw ticking as he cursed in Vulcan that she would have been made immediately if she had asked for such a measure. " Foolish." he growled at her as he paused to open the door. " He would have known and who knows what he might have done then."

He marched in and soon began his pacing. " Men whose women go missing rarely get them back. I shall not lose you. You do not know what she knows, at least, not in the ways that you should. You need me."

She had to agree that he was right. Not aloud though.

Spock blinked at her blandly, paced across the room, dragging his slowly fingers across the desktop. " You should have known better than to allow you so much freedom. I am very disappointed in you."

What? He was disappointed? Where did he get off? She was the one that was dragged into another dimension where her mate was a sadistic, prince albert having psycho! That she could go to the doctor without fear of him kidnapper her was just the second of a long list of disappointments. If anyone had the right to be disappointed it was her!

" You weren't the one under a threat! You're just angry that I wasn't being your good, little sub and obeying all your orders?" she spat back at him.

Spock's nose flared momentarily above the neat crest of his beard and followed her eyes with his own to where she was staring down at the bed. " You have not known my anger. Neither has my lost beloved but she knows to fear it because she's witnessed it before towards those who would cross me."

At the deep, menacing timbre of his voice, Nyota flinched away from him but hardened her face. " I'm not afraid of you."

His face remained cold as he stood his ground. " Nor should you be. You are mine. You should however respect me and for your disobedience in obeying a direct command you shall be taught to do so."

Spock stepped away from the desk and drew the blade at his waist. Nyota gasped and rolled onto her back, scooting back towards the headboard as he came closer and onto the bed. " Spock? What are you doing?"

" As my woman you will obey me, Nyota." he hissed as he climbed on top of the bed. " Be still."

Nyota fought to control her breathing as he crawled closer on his hands and knees with a face like a feral cat. " Very good. As with every punishment it will be an act in which you are denied your climax but we both enjoy."

She wanted to protest to the enjoyment aspect but she'd be lying through her teeth. That bastard had turned her out every time he touched her and as much as she hated it that fact remained that he was Spock on steroids. Angry, aggressive, sex steroids.

But how the worlds was this Spock going to make her horny with a knife?!

Nyota swallowed silently as Spock straddled himself above her waist and twisted the knife in his grip. His lips parted with a sounds that made her legs rub together to relieve the ache it made inside her.

He blinked at her with a knowing gaze as she did so and huffed through his nose. " Insubordinate lust devil."

His dark eyes skimmed over frame, slowly bringing the tip to the needle point dagger down along the bust of her uniform. " You will not be needing this."

She held her breath as he pressed deeper, piercing the fabric and cut her chest free of her sateen top. Slipping the blade back down along her bust, Spock expertly flipped his hold and split her bra in two. " In all things, I prefer you bare before me so that I may please you as I wish."

Please her? He had a knife to her chest, cutting off her clothes!

But you're wetter than you've ever been. Tell me this is false?

She swallowed and turned her head in shame.

Nyota shuddered as moved the material aside with the cold, silver titanium and carefully grazed her sternum. The touch of it was feather light, almost tender and unassuming but the sight of its beveled edges glinting brightly in the soft light of the room arouses her fear. " There will be nothing I do not touch. All of you is mine…"

" I am my own!" her voice cracked in protest.

" Are you certain? You do not sound so certain…"

Spock used his free hand's fingers to trail behind the blade as he dragged it down over her belly in slow, lazy circles. No matter how much her muscles twitched or jumped from the torturous tickling of the dagger's edge, Spock was careful not to cut her. Even then it was still unnerving having something so obviously dangerous dancing across the satiny plane of her abdomen.

Spock hooked the dagger below the hem of her skirt and caught Nyota's chin in his hand. Caressing her trembling bottom lip with the rough pad of his thumb, Spock held her gaze with dominance. " I will not hurt you but by the end of this you will be begging me to claim you."

Nyota held her breath as he brought the knife lower and cut into the material. It split the fabric in a noisy drone, not stopping until he had reached the end. Spock stared at her as he moved the ruined skirt aside to reveal her mons.

He audibly sniffed at the air and hummed in satisfaction. " You smell enticing, Nyota. Lust-filled Frightened. Sweet."

She turned her face away from his goading and gasped at his hand closed around her chin and turned it towards him. His eyes bore into hers as he dragged the flat side of the blade over the side of her face.

Nyota took a trembling breath in as he lowered his mouth and kissed her. The touch was soft, almost shy but the emotion of it stole her senses. Everything he felt towards her Spock emparted in the kiss.

She didn't understand, it was unlike anything she had seen from her Vulcan, it was so immense it felt like it would swallow them both. She took another shuddering breath as he broke the kiss and gasped again as his mouth closed over one puckered nipple.

Desire, hot and thick, sank in through his lips. The stifling feel of his want laid heavy on her chest as if it were a physical weight upon her. When it reached her middle Nyota twisted in torturous pleasure. A word came to mind that felt right to name this feeling but she had never heard of it before that moment.

Shon'ha'lak.

Ha Spock answered back in Vulcan within her mind, that is what it was. His mouth was busy bathing her breasts with his tongue through the hole he cut in her top, enraptured by the feel and taste of her.

She squirmed with a huff, trying with all the strength she could muster not to be affected by the wicked flicks of his raspy tongue. She was so caught up that she hardly registered he had sheathed the knife. It wasn't until that hand that had been holding the knife came back up and palmed her stomach.

The sticky, viscous desire she felt earlier at his kiss came to life in a burning tide of lust. Nyota fisted the sheets and shut her eyes against it as her whole body shook in response. She didn't want him she needed him.

" Spock…" she croaked in a low, long moan. " Spock."

Whether he heard her or not, Nyota couldn't tell. He was taking on the same leisurely pace in exploring her with his tongue. Tears welled in her eyes as he dipped his head lower and ran his tongue alongside his hand on her stomach.

The sensation it wrought was unreal, no human should be able to feel such an obsessive, possessive need. Spock didn't love her in the soft, abiding affection and devotion that her sensible one did. This deranged creature's regard of her was one of complete and utter sin.

The pride he felt in possessing her, the hunger that plagued him, the vanity she inspired in his eyes, the rage that controlled him when someone dared to hurt, the insatiable lust, his lack of ambition beyond her.

His love of her made this Spock into the devil she accused him of being. The dizzying high that he felt from being bonded to her was wreaking havoc on her nerves. The feel of such sweet, sappy agony tore at her mind. Vulcans felt so much stronger, so much deeper, it was too much. She needed him.

Nyota hiccuped at the air as he continued sinking lower, kissing at the skin between her ripped skirt before placing a long, gluttonous kiss to the lips of her sex. She would have jumped free of the bed if he hadn't held her down with a single, steely arm wrapped around her both her legs.

When Spock drew away his stony face was wet with her arousal. All he had done was share his emotions and she had damn near liquified her pussy in response. She wasn't going to beg this horrid version of her Vulcan but he wasn't going to leave her be until she did.

A whine rose up in her throat as he slowly licked the wetness away and sucked at his bottom with a quiet smack. Still caging her legs, Spock maneuvered his free hand to wrest his pants open. Nyota tried hard and failed to keep her eyes from the pierced bully of a cock that sprung free from his slacks with a lewd bob.

Nyota swallowed as he lifted her bodied by her legs and brought her hips towards his own. She had been so strong, so resilient in her eyes but her resolve to keep quiet dissipated into nothing at the touch of his bulbous head nudging at her swollen folds.

That her body screamed at her mind, that is what I need. Lust contorted her back into an arch so high Nyota hissed in pain. It felt like nothing in the world could be sweeter at that moment than to have Spock sunk deep within her. Her reasons not to voice seemed so vague and distant to the voices groaning in the forefront of her mind. Relief they cried, mind-numbing relief.

Spock nudged towards her with a smug tilt to his lips as Nyota whimpered his name and flailed in his grasp. " You are already so close and I have yet to sink inside you."

Nyota panted at the air and closed her eyes at the victorious look on his face. He was right but there was no need to admit it. He did this to her after all, his...so called love and affection for the being that was Nyota Uhura. She might not be the one he knew but she was the same being for better or worse. With the way his lust burned at her Nyota thought it was the latter.

" Spock...we're not bonded...I'm not her."

His nostrils flared along with his temper as he listened to her dismissal. He surged forward, back then forward once more in a quick jab of his hips. Nyota sputtered as her body howled in delight and cursed the brute's mental and physical hold over her.

He wound his hips slowly, staring down at her with a stern look of offense narrowing his eyes. " I bonded to Nyota Uhura. Are you not she?"

" I'm not the one you know, you know that...OH! God! Please I can't...It..Spock!"

He ignored her pleads as each stroke he laid after the other feed the hungry voracity she felt for his body. "You think it is so complicated and ignore the truth before you. You are Nyota Uhura and she, visavie you, are mine."

Nyota moaned with a warbling voice and fought off his mental advices. " No, I am my Spock's."

" You are mine. I am Spock son of Sarek. I cherish thee. I place you before myself as my one and only. You are Nyota and I am Spock and as a bonded couplings, we shall conduct ourselves as such…now come..."

It's too much. His otherworldly lust, his words, the wicked way both curled in her belly. Nyota seized in his grip and throaty scream. " Spock!"

" Ha!" he crowed above her. His arm tightened around her legs, holding her steady as he pounded his hips against her ass until he came and-

Nyota gasped at the air as her eyes refocused on her surroundings. The reflective aluminum ceiling above told her a wealth of information.

The first thing she realized is that Spock's hand is hard against the psi points of her face. The second is the knife is in his hand near her head. Last but definitely not least is that he hadn't fucked her within an inch of her life.

But he had cut the shit out of her uniform.

Spock blinked down at her with a mild expression of pride. He flipped the knife in his hand and smoothed its pommel across her blushing cheek. " Enjoyed yourself, K'diwa."

Nyota sneered at him as she worked to catch her breath. " There's something wrong with you!"

Spock took a deep breath and made a noiseless exhale. " You are a very trying woman, Uhura, whether you are from my universe or your own."

" Yeah well you have that effect on me, whether it's me or her."

" I do not wish to lose you. You are resourceful as you are, you are as weak as you are alluring."

The lust from earlier bloomed anew and rubbed at her already sensitive nerves. He stood above her by the side of the bed with his hand still near her face. " So very tempting."

Nyota laid dazed before him trying to free herself from the cloying hold of his lust when she felt his hand in her hair.

She watch in shock as he wound its length around his fist and drew the knife over it. Nyota stared back at her hair hanging limply in his grip as he held it to his nose. With slow, deliberate movements, the Vulcan tied the black locks around the hilt of his knife and placed the dagger back at his waist.

" Long hair is dangerous and typically the honor of the Captains' woman. I do not want you to draw his or anyone else's eye."

Something flashed over his eyes, an expression that didn't take a hold of the rest of his face. Nyota puzzled over it even more as his gaze hardened once again. " Allow me to protect and cherish you."

Nyota pursed her lips. The gall. He terrified her half to death, strung her out in a mindmeld only to turn around and ask for her to trust him?!

" No thanks. I'll protect myself."

Spock huffed and gave a small shake of his head. " If only you could."