Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine nor do I claim to own it. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: small acts of violence, some cussing, and very light mxm.

AN: The plan follows through and revelations are made. I apologize for the ending. To all who previously read my post I deleted you already know the spoilers to come. Its still something I've been hinting at for some time now so not too big a spoil.

Please enjoy : )


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The One I've Lost

Chapter Three (Part Three):

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"No." The voice of the Spock behind Jim, dipped deep as the annoyance bled through. He was supposed to have been finally given what he wanted.

Jim on the other hand was all smiles. "I suppose we'll have to try something else. I could work with Spock on trying to recreate a scenario-"

The words were stilted as Jim was once again carted up and away from his Spock. The same feeling of loss built up deep within his chest as Jim felt compelled to fight to remain here.

The creak of the metal brought his eyes up to meet those of his Spock. "It'll be alright." He reassured.

"It is an unfortunate turn of events that what you had hoped to happen did not go as you had foreseen. However, I must cease allowing you such opportunities as you are under the assumption that I will consider your desire to get your Vulcan back. In doing so, you have come to an incorrect conclusion. I offered you one meeting with your beloved and you have already gained two.

"Look at him closely and know that he will be safely kept as promised. However, in the events that your plan to return him has failed we are still to uphold what we discussed. I have kept up my end and you will see to it to keep up yours. As you have already been given a moment for a goodbye, then you no longer require another one."

He cast a look upon the Vulcan straining against his chains. "Those bonds will not break, I can guarantee that. Now, you will excuse us. We have more pressing matters to attend."

Jim flinched at the touch but let the other Spock lead him away. He threw one last longing glance over his shoulder before being carted out of the room.

"It was foolish of you to take such liberties. I assure you the consequences of such actions will not be pleasant."

Jim tugged at the hold the other held on him. "I believed that the locket would work! You can't fault me for that. If he stays locked away he will surely dies. Maybe not today, but he will. I cannot sit by and allow that."

"You will." Spock hissed, halting their progress down the hall to press Jim against the wall. He crowed close to the human.

"My argument still stands. As long as he is here I will not stop thinking about him. I need to be sure he is safe."

"Then to secure that your beloved is safe you will cease all of this at once. Understand that after this moment, your Vulcan's fate belongs to me. If his continued existence upon this ship is the cause of your reluctance to give in, know that I have no qualms about removing him personally. I can assure you that he is safe upon this vessel and you can accept that the words I give you are the truth. If you chose to disobey me further then I can make sure he is no longer a problem. Is further elaboration required?"

Jim's teeth clacked as he clenched his jaw tight. There were words he would like to say here, but he knew when it was time to fight and when it was best to not. Any word he could say now would only be taken as a reason to attack his Spock.

He gave a curt shake to his head as the only response.

"That is a wise decision."

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Red alarms blared to life, lighting the halls and warning ever member on board the Enterprise that they were being attacked.

Where everyone else began to scatter and prepare for any hostile situation, here was Jim pressed against the wall. Spock still remained before him, and if anyone were to look they may have mistaken the position as the Vulcan trying to shield Jim from harm. Yet, he was still crowded there as a show of who was in charge.

The alarms carried on around them and Jim lifted his eyes up to Spock's waiting to see what his response was going to be. While he was waiting, a buzz caught his ear and was quickly followed by a chime. He knew that sound, and shifted his gaze to his left to see a comm station just outside his peripheral.

However, Spock's attention drew there and he seemed to hold no problem seeing the screen from his position. If he did, he made no move to go closer so as to lessen the distance.

"Captain!" A human voice shouted out into their hallway. The mix of fear and panic was too apparent for it to be Vulcan, "The hostages—all of them are just gone, sir! They just transported away! We need you on Bridge, sir."

Spock's mood seemed, if anything to darken further.

"You were a part of this." He breathed out through his teeth, trying to reign in his anger so as not to strike out.

"I was with you this whole time. I'm constantly supervised or locked away. How is it you expect me to transport thirty so people away from your ship under those conditions?" Jim replied evenly and cocked his head in an effort to avoid the smirk that longed to pull up his lips.

"Ensign. Have the bridge crew put our shields up. Send someone to my position, immediately, to bring Jim back to his quarters and seal him there until the matter has been dealt with."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Two security details heading to your location as we speak." The ensign carried on rattling away for a brief time, but the important information was already gathered. Jim and Spock tuned her out enough so that they did not bother to respond, and finally the chime sounded again to mark the comm turning back to standby.

"I do not pose to understand how you accomplished such a thing, but I know that this is not a random occurrence."

"Spock, did you ever think that maybe, just maybe the rebels wanted to be here? I mean were you in that room with me? Not a single one of them was fighting against their hold. All of those men and women who you have made suffer through the years and they are just fine with falling into your lap? I don't think it's me that you should be worrying about."

Spock took two even steps back away from Jim. He adjusted his shirt and made an attempt to compose himself, so as to look the part of collected Vulcan. He wasn't fooling anyone, but having the space to move and breathe left Jim pulling away from the wall just barely.

When he got back home, wall kinks were forever taken off the list. He had been forced up against, and slammed into a wall too many times in such a short time period that he was sick of it.

The security ordered to their location arrived promptly, and Spock didn't bother to inform them further on where he was to be taken. He had supplied that information already. Instead, Spock leveled a warning glare upon the two as he passed Jim over.

More and more during his time within this universe he was beginning to feel like the shiny new toy. A toy which was being carted around, but the kid who received it was having issues with the concept of sharing.

From the strong grasp of a Vulcan to the burly fingers of security guards, Jim found his way back to the room he very much abhorred.

Upon Spock's orders they followed Jim into the room to make sure he was safely escorted. However, as they passed over the threshold into the room they were met with the company of three intruders.

Yet, not a single person moved to raise a weapon towards one another.

Instead the two hands hold Jim in place let him go without any resistance. It was odd, and Jim took a cautious step away from them, believing this to all be some ploy before they began an all-out attack.

That was up to the point where the guard on the left stepped forward to catch the wrist of one of the rebellions, "You make sure he don't get beat up too badly, he's already had a hell of a ride up here."

What the hell…?

Jim turned a puzzled gaze and caught the guard leaning further to press a kiss to the others cheek, "And don't do any stupid heroics to show off to the Captain, when he gets the ship back you know he won't pick favorites. Everyone who helped will be rewarded evenly."

Okay…well he hadn't accounted for that.

Jim felt a hand of one the rebels take up his arm, but the contact was cautious and gentle as he moved Jim to stand in a specific position. The two guards pulled back and turned to go stand outside the door.

If Spock came to check, Jim was sure they would insist they led Jim to the room and sealed him away as per instructions. They stood in wait outside the door for further security procedures, but heard no sounds from within.

It was interesting how loyal his crew could be.

The wisps of energy began to form around them and as simple as that he was being taken away from this ship and its hold on him.

...

...

They stepped away from the makeshift landing pad into a darkened room, likely underground or similarly hidden. Jim stepped off of the pad, losing the arm aiding in keeping him close by. He stepped off of the pad and pushed away from the throng of people.

He stepped off the pad and into the waiting arms of his Vulcan.

"Hello, T'hy'la."

Jim's lips clashed to the Vulcan's and he practically sobbed into the others mouth as arms encircled his waist and pulled him close. There were no boundaries being set for them. There were no bonds holding them apart this time.

It was just him and Spock. Free to fall into one another.

Finally back at last.

The Jim of this universe had followed through with his first part of the bargain. He had gotten Jim back to his Spock. Now Jim would aide in getting the other his ship back and saving these rebels from a dictating power which should never have gained so much over them all.

He promised such and wouldn't leave without seeing it followed through. Then they would try and find a way to get Jim and Spock back to their correct universe.

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"Was it necessary to pass a lock pick through a kiss, my James? Vulcans are very perceptive, what if he caught on to what you were doing. The risks you took to-"

Jim broke the others train of thought, stroking fingers along the length of Spock's neck. He brushed a thumb against the Vulcan's jaw line and tilted Spock's chin so as to better angle him as he slowly pressed his lips to the others. The kiss was met and matched as the delved into one another.

The pace was kept slow and explorative as the just enjoyed the taste and feel of each other. Jim pulled away first and dipped his head down to rest within the crook of Spock's neck.

"Spock." The words were a breath against the Vulcan's skin as Jim settled into the others presence. "They're risks I already took. I told you I'd fight for you, fighting just went a little differently than what we're used to. Plus, wasn't I surprised to realize you had a card up your sleeve all along. The time schedule definitely got pushed forward when I found other me standing in wait."

Jim's hands idly stroked along the expanse of skin, on the side of the neck he wasn't currently nuzzled against. Spock did not remain immobile as his own hands clung to Jim. One hand stroked fingers along the length of Jim back offering comfort and a soothing lull in the motions.

It had only been a short hour ago that they were returned to one another. At this moment in time, they just needed to be sure they truly had what was before them.

Jim just needed to be sure that Spock was truly there. He had witnessed Spock be taken from him, and with the bond still not coming to life within this universe. He felt disconnected in a way that even the touch of his beloved was struggling to qualm.

After some time of silence, Spock spoke in response to Jim's queries, "It was a surprise I had not expected when waking up in a universe not my own."

A pair of boots clapped as they hit the floor announcing the arrival of another.

"Scared the bastard, is what he's avoiding to say. I had a gun aimed on him and all he could say was that I wasn't his Jimmy. You can imagine how I'd take that, but it was an odd sight, seeing the mighty captain wounded and fallen to Vulcan. It was all too easy so I knew there had to be something up." The other Jim interrupted them with little regard to the moment they were sharing.

"I stole his gun and rendered him unconscious so as not to have harm inflicted upon my person. When he woke I persuaded him to take my word." Spock explained how the events truly went about and a laugh bubbled forth out past Jim's lips.

The other Jim just grumbled at the story and how if you say things like that it made him sound foolish.

The warm moment was strange but nice while it lasted. The other Jim had come for a purpose, so they all knew that it couldn't be prolonged.

"It's time to get this show on the road, sorry but we're going to need to borrow your Jim." He prompted the two to follow him, rather than try and separate them first.

"The sooner we get this done the better. I'd rather not have to stick around long enough to try and figure out who will go by what version of our name. It's all way too confusing…you being me and all." Jim replied as he followed after the other Jim, Spock being tugged along by his hand held within Jims.

"As we are safely away from the ship and this universe's Spock, I imagine we are about to embark on a incompletely thought out plan in which to cease the Enterprise back?"

The twin smirks that rose at the question were answer enough.

"Very well, as Jim's plans are usually able to fall into place against all odds, I am sure that this will be an interesting sight to witness." Spock agreed wearily but a soft reassuring squeeze to his hand helped alleviate some of the tension.

"You may not like this next part so much but bear with us." Jim replied and turned to the other version of himself, "You and I are going to need to change before we begin any of this."

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Spock had been pacing along the bridge as again and again they failed to pick up any sign of those who transmitted off the Enterprise.

What was further aggravating was when he had returned to the bridge, after parting ways with Jim, he had found that his command had not been followed. The shields were still down.

"Engineering was having difficulties getting them up sir. It seemed that someone had sabotaged our controls."

Now the shields were back, but the time it had taken to get to such a point was too great. Already they had managed to accomplish the inevitable. They took him. They took his James from him, from the security of a room that was not disclosed to personal outside of a select few. All of which were being held up at the present until the facts could surface.

He had believed Jim had been a part to this plot but he could not understand how he had made contact with the others. His time with his beloved had been monitored. Jim had not spoken of his place on board this ship to any other, nor of the rebellion at all.

"Incoming transmission, Captain. It's them, it's the rebellion sir. They say they have something you want."

Jim.

"Locate where they are transmitting from, as soon as you do see to it that they are all brought back. Have security ready and waiting in the transporter bay for their arrival." Spock listed off his orders before giving a curt nod, "Put it on screen, Lieutenant."

Before all those on the bridge was James Kirk, beaten and blindfolded. He was brought to his knees and behind him three individuals stood blanketed in darkness. They had weapons placed to his head and the threat was obvious.

"If you plan to transport us up, it is ill advised. We will kill him." the voice clicked with static and the sound of an overlay altered the voice patterns so as not to hear the true speaker. "You will come down to Vulcan and surrender, or we will kill him. You will not fight, or we will kill him. Do you understand our terms?"

The bridge was silent as Spock remained calmly staring at what was before him on the screen.

"You will not harm him. I will discuss your terms with you, but not from Vulcan." He replied evenly and nodded over to the Lieutenant. On screen he watched as all parties became surrounded with the signs of impending transportation.

A gun shot rang out, and Spock lurched forward from his seat. However, all those present on screen were no longer there.

"Lieutenant!"

"All members arriving in transporter bay now sir." The Lieutenant replied earnestly, "No, word yet on any injuries."

"Send a medic on route towards the transporter bay and have security detain all weapons. I am in route now." Spock stood and made his was off the bridge with hurried steps.

They had planned this all with Jim. That was the only explanation. They wouldn't have hurt him…they wouldn't have truly killed his James. He needed him to be alive.

He couldn't lose him again!

Arriving to the transporter bay was like arriving into chaos.

There were a mass of rebels and his own men all trying to keep order in the allotted space. None of this mattered though as Spock pushed his way forward towards the inner center of the crowd. Towards where he knew his Jim would be.

Upon arrival his earlier dishevel became unnecessary.

Sitting at the edge of the bay was Jim. The other was not as he had last left him. A bruise was blooming upon his cheek and he was unruly in comparison to how he had been prior. There was blood from a head wound leaking down across his brow and wiped away before it had been able to pool into his eye. He had been nicked but the injury was not substantial.

However, they had still injured what was his.

He was enraged by all that had transpired and without further warning he stepped towards Jim. "Are you pleased with yourself, my Jim? Was this you desired goal? Did you truly believe I would surrender the Enterprise so easily to the rebellion? Did you truly think that after all was said and done that you could just win and go back? Look at how you failed."

This Spock held his arms at large to show all of those held at phaser point within the room. All the rebels caught once more.

"For injuring you I will not be so kind. Kill them, all of them."

Jim flinched at the command, but made no comment.

The hum of the phasers grew loud within the room and a few sobs broke out over the silence that had fallen upon the command. Spock had knelt closer to hover over Jim after the order was made. He planned to further speak to Jim about his failures as those around him began to fall.

Yet, no fire was being made.

He stood straight up and realized that the room at large was no longer being held at gun point. All of those in his company had set their weapons down to their side, or completely placed them away.

He was about to snap the command again when a click sounded loudly just behind him. As he felt the blunt press of cool metal against the base of his skull, he halted the words from escaping. His eyes turned to the Jim upon the transporter bay, and he truly looked at the other man.

The man was smirking.

"I am very pleased with myself, Spock. In fact I'd give myself a pat on the back for this. It wasn't my initial goal. You see my plan had actually been to bring you down to Vulcan and fight you. I never thought you'd surrender and knew that dragging you out was the best way to get to you. Yet, I found this plan to be somewhat more satisfying. As long as it ended with me getting the ship back, well I didn't care really all the much on how.

"My plan obviously had been taking long anyway. Using what you wanted against you, brilliant. Though, unfortunately what you wanted was a person and that person was me, but all the same."

He pushed up to stand tall and wiped at the blood from his brow, with little regard.

"You are not my Jim." Spock replied evenly, each word an effort as he struggled to say them out loud.

"I…am not your Jim." The words left the other as though he were trying them out. He pivoted in his step to turn and face Spock, "Well, to be accurate, I actually am your Jim. The one you tried to kill, I am sure you remember me. I am however, not the Jim you had kidnapped and held hostage to replace me."

His tone fell to a crueler note at this, "Really now, Spock, If I had known my death would have caused you so much grief I would have shown myself earlier."

Spock's brown eyes lifted at this, he was stunned by such a declaration.

Yet, this Jim just laughed out and stepped nearer.

"Then again, probably not, I mean you did kill me." His eyes swept up and over to the other standing behind Spock and then back to the Vulcan, "Well you tried to kill me. Obviously you need to make sure dead is dead, sweetheart. But hey, beloved, that's new. It's unfortunate you had off'd me only to decide I was the one for you, hmm?

"Your other self and I had quite the conversation. I fear you might have approached things poorly here, love." He paused to fully take in the Vulcan before him, "Really, it's quite a shame. We're supposed to be one of a whole, and yet, you see all I want to do is take that phaser and blow a lovely hole through your pretty Vulcan skull."

Each term of endearment that left Jim's lips came with a hiss of distaste. Each word was left unnoted as he kept on conversing, however, his amused grin slid away as he came to a halt. He pushed up into the Vulcan's space, and Spock shifted as if preparing to attack.

"Ah-ah. Let's not do anything stupid and rash now Mr. Spock." Jim smirked as he saw the phaser press more pointedly against the base of Spock's skull. "You took my ship from me, and murdered my crew."

Jim turned to face away as he spoke these words. He took a few measured steps, before pivoting around and settling a murderous glare upon the Vulcan. He longed to throw a punch at the other but held back.

"You stole everything from me!" He seethed, all of the earlier mirth and amusement stricken away as if never existing. "You took my life and expect a replacement to bend into the place that you created for me!

"You believe that I would lie at your feet and grovel as you bask in the glory I was destined for?! I should strike you down and force you to suffer as I have. Yet, you seek love…" He barked a laugh at this and leaned forward to grasp at the Vulcan's hair and tug to pull the other to gaze at him this time, "I offer you death, or exile. I will tear all who aided you limb from limb and only then will I offer you the respite of a choice. Love is for children and I know that there is no trust in a man who sentenced me dead."

"Enough."

The Jim before Spock released his hold to glare over at the man behind Spock. "This no longer pertains to you."

"That is all good and nice, but you gained your victory. There is no need to fight any longer." Jim spoke up from behind Spock, "Look around you Spock." Jim pulled the weapon from its point at the Vulcan's skull, "Your crew, those you believed to be loyal. Most if not all of them aided against you.

"You cannot win this time. You wanted Jim Kirk. Well yours is not lost to you yet. You were foolish to believe that he would eventually cast you aside. I know you struck out first. Logically you had overheard something and mistook it. You thought you were about to be betrayed and irrationally believed it was better to suffer the loss by your own hand instead of at the will of others.

"You don't need to fight anymore. You are better together, stronger together. It may take time to see this but I hope that you both can." Jim stepped around to face the two of this universe. "It's over now."

Spock and Jim from this universe both seemed to bristle at what was transpiring. Yet Spock's eyes rose up to travel along the length of the room. It was quickly apparent that what Jim had said was true. Only a select few had been detained of his own crew. All others were standing among the rebels as equals.

"That is checkmate then. I concede you have won this round." This Spock acknowledged and tucked his hands behind his back in the best display of composure he could muster, "I shall not offer apologies as I can already deduce that such an expression will not be accepted.

"I will only state that in the events that it was me or you, I was not going to allow you to just wipe me away as though my existence meant nothing. The admirals and the Federation should not have persuaded you, and I had allowed my disappointment to rule my actions. I will accept whatever form of punishment you deem fit." Spock paused here turning his eyes to the Jim of his own universe, "Captain."

Jim watched the two evenly before casting the gun aside and turning to seek out his own Spock. He was still exhausted, but they had accomplished it. They had gained the Enterprise back, he had returned to his own Spock, and very soon they would be returning to their correct universe.

Spock had the locket out when Jim had finally reached his side.

Spock had the locket open by the time he noticed Jim's company.

Auburn eyes caught with blue and the expression was one of understanding, clarity, and pain. "Jim I understand now. I understand what you had been speaking of while I was held hostage. There is no way to return to our universe, because we had never truly left."

Jim's eyes settled on the locket in Spock's hand. The words etched in as a constant reminder, and he turned up to catch the auburn gaze.

"I couldn't go without you." Jim replied evenly, "Do you know how hard it is to stay under?" he breathed out a sigh of relief and leaned forward to rest his head against Spock's shoulder, "Fighting it for so long. I've been sick with the effort of refusing to accept the truth, I've known for so long, but hadn't even found you yet. I couldn't leave you alone in here. Not when you promised me I'd never be alone, I couldn't leave you alone."

"It'll be alright now."

"We have to wake up. We have to go save the others."


AN: There we go, that sounds much more like how I wanted that to play out. I have to fix a few things in the next chapter, but since I had already written it out it shouldn't take too long to post. Then I already began the following chapter, before I went back to fix this up. So, maybe two more chapters before the end of the day? Fingers crossed.

Bear with me, they'll be back on the Enterprise soon, I promise. Just a few more steps to get there.