The Mysteries of James T. Kirk
Interlude One: Captured
"Truth is beautiful,
without a doubt.
But so are lies."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
Kirk only saw darkness.
He knew that he was in pain, his whole body cried out sending constant signals to his brain as to where exactly he had been hurt.
His hands and legs were tied, though. He couldn't lift a finger if he wanted to. His heart stuttered a bit as he heard his captor's footsteps.
Spock had been wrong when he had said that he had failed to see the purpose of the Kobayashi Maru. Kirk knew fear; he had faced it for years. It was a constant opponent of his. But he had also learned at a young age that fear would never go away. You could, however, face it and have the satisfaction that you had done so.
That was why Kirk had learned to keep a poker face when it came to facing something that scared him. Even though on the inside the only thing he wanted to do was run away.
It was human nature to either 'fight or flight', and Kirk always chose 'fight' unless if he knew in absolute that he couldn't win. Like the way he had allowed himself to be captured on Gamma Trianguli VI. Usually he would've fought tooth and nail to escape, and he almost did, until his eyes connected with that of Lieutenant Uhura.
He knew that, while he could have possibly escaped with nothing more than a few bruises and scratches, Uhura would somehow be hurt throughout the whole matter. So he gave in quietly, allowing the rebellion members to bash the back of his head and send him unconscious.
He awoke to find himself in this room. Uhura was nowhere to be found and Kirk had fought to keep his anger down.
His captors had entered the cell explaining how the Lieutenant was still alive and well cared for, but not for long. They had, with humor in their eyes, informed him that Uhura would be executed the next day.
He had given them a broken nose in reply.
In retaliation they pushed him onto the stretcher he was now on, tied him down, and sent waves of electricity through his body.
The leader came forward then, and the dangerous glint in his eye had made Kirk believe that his hour of death had finally come. Instead the leader had only pulled up his torn up sleeve and injected a needle into his arm. The leader laughed at Kirk's stunned face, and then pushed a button at the top of the needle.
Kirk cried out in pain as he felt the needle begin to pull something harshly from his arm.
Then the pain stopped and the leader yanked the needle out of his arm. Holding out the now filled vial Kirk could see that the leader had taken some of his blood.
His vision swam and he could only watch in horror as his captors passed his vial of blood to a woman he very well recognized.
Then everything went black once more.
But now he was awake, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of his binds and warn the Enterprise of what was going on.
He struggled against his binds, but they didn't move even an inch. Kirk grimaced as he tried once more.
"Dear Captain Kirk," A silky voice spoke up, sending shivers down his spine. He recognized the voice well, having spent an incredible amount of time with its owner. "I wouldn't struggle so much."
"Janice, pleaseā¦"
He watched in silence as a young woman stepped out of the shadows of his cell and walked towards him. Her blue eyes, which had once been so much like his own, glared at him in contempt. Her long robes seemed to whisper as they trailed behind her. Light chestnut colored hair was pulled up into a tight bun.
She lightly patted Kirk's arm and leaned closer until their noses were almost touching. "You beg for mercy now, Captain." She murmured. The word 'captain' was uttered like a curse, for which there was good reason, in her opinion.
"But why should I give it to you?" She asked as she pulled away.
Unwilling to give her any satisfaction he growled out, "You need help."
He never saw the slap coming. His cheek suddenly felt like it was on fire. Kirk looked up to see Janice biting her lips in anger.
"And you still don't apologize." Janice muttered before coming closer once more. Resting her head against his chest she mumbled. "I loved you, didn't you know that. We could have roamed around the stars."
"You're delusional, Janice. We'd have killed each other."
"Well perhaps it would've been for the best." Janice replied sounding much like a mother comforting a child.
Kirk struggled against his bounds once more, "Let go of me, Janice."
Janice laughed before pulling away. "I always did love your fire. However, you are currently in no position to demand anything of me, Captain."
She pulled a hypospray out from her robes and injected something into his system. "Go to sleep now Jim." She said as she ran her hands through his hair. "We need you in full health when we arrive at Earth."
Kirk's eyes dropped closed, but he managed to work his mouth to say, "You're crazy Janice."
The last thing he heard was Janice's chuckles and the shutting of cell doors.
A.N. Just a little update to show that I'm still alive. So Jim is still alive, but is at the hands of someone he knows. What is going on here, and what exactly does Janice have in mind for our poor abused Captain. How's the admirality going to react to the Enterprise's return to Gamma Tranguli VI? Who is the boy? Who is the woman Spock and Uhura saved? Are Spock and McCoy ever going to find Jim alive and well?
Why am I asking you? Hahaha...all questions will be answered soon...I hope.
~ Kirisutokyotodes
