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Chapter 2

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When morning came Jim awoke with a start and looked about the room. Whatever minuscule hopes that had stirred inside his battered heart that everything that had happened last night had all just been some horrible nightmare quickly died with the dull ache of his abused body.

This was no nightmare, this was his reality.

Last night one of the Antarian Ambassadors they had been in the process of reaching a trade agreement with for some much needed vaccines had probably spiked his drink at the dinner party they had been invited to. After that the Antarian had easily dragged him off in his barely lucid state to one of the empty conference rooms and...

Jim recoiled away from the memory of his brutal violation at that evil bastard's hand. The Enterprise had been docked on the space station they had been holding all the important meetings with the Antarian government. He had been able to avoid nearly everyone and there was no need for a transport. He had all but dragged himself back to the ship and to his quarters where he thought he would've been able to collapse into Spock's arms and tell his horrifying tale to his long term companion.

Only that did not happen. Once he had gotten to their shared quarters Spock had froze where he stood and eyed him blankly. Then without saying so much as a syllable the Vulcan had started packing up all of his things and left their-his quarters. Jim hadn't even gotten a single word of explanation in, Spock had taken in his appearance, and most undoubtedly caught the stench of that Antarian son of a bitch that had lingered on the human.

Spock had made his own logical assumptions and abruptly cut off all ties. Jim realized that the Vulcan had left because he believed that Jim had been the one who had wished to terminate their relationship. Monogamy was something a Vulcan held in great value and Spock had assumed that Jim had sought out the arms of another as a way of ending things with them.

And apparently it had worked.

Now it was the morning after, Jim was alone and in a moderate amount of pain, and his duty shift was gonna start soon.

With all of this in mind Jim forced himself to move, getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom to get ready for the new day of work ahead. Inside he wished the Antarian had not let him leave the storage closet where the nightmare had took place alive. Maybe then Spock would've believed his innocence.

Jim did his best to quash all of his thoughts and memories to the back of his mind.

He couldn't be Jim the victim who was apparently 'guilty' in every way in his lover's eyes for much longer.

He was James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of this ship, the USS Enterprise damn it. He had a job to do and he sure as Hell was gonna do it. And he could take some comfort in knowing that after just one more day of talks the trade agreement for the vaccines would be made and he could leave the whole Antari system behind at warp speed.

With that in mind Captain Kirk go himself ready, showering, shaving, and getting dressed into his Starfleet uniform. With a final check in the mirror to make sure that his bruises were covered and that he appeared like himself, Captain Kirk headed out of his quarters and off to the Main Bridge.

On the Turbo-lift right to the Bridge itself Jim felt waves of panic threaten to drown him. But he being who he was, Jim quashed down the feelings of fear that bordered on full blown terror and but on a brave face on the inside and his usual confident bravado on the outside. But he simply couldn't pull of the usual swagger as the door slid open with a small hiss, but he managed not to limp either as he stepped onto the Bridge.

He immediately noticed the frigid atmosphere that filled the large room the moment he arrived.

Uhura gave him a seething glare from her station that had an underlying look of angry disgust. Sulu and Chekov both stiffened uncomfortably. Sulu shared a looked similar to Uhura's while Chekov just looked uncomfortable, sad even. Scotty wouldn't meet his gaze, keeping them glued on his screen with his mouth a thin unhappy line. Where he stood by the command chair Bones looked at him with barely veiled disappointment and at the far end of the bridge Spock sat at his station typing away at the console with his shoulder and back held even more rigid than normal. And as he took a step closer to the command chair Captain Kirk caught sight of his First Officer's hands clenching momentarily into fists before they went back to work.

" Good morning everyone." Said Jim, sounding outwardly alright while inwardly screaming in anguish.

Because it was quite clear to the young man that his now former lover was not the only one who thought him guilty.

It seemed now that his entire senior staff thought just the same, all in the span of a few hours they had found out about Spock moving out of their quarters and apparently they believed that Jim was to blame for that. He must have done something awful.

His morning greeting seemed to have an adverse effect on everyone who heard.

The heat of Uhura's fiery glare increased, Sulu and Chekov stiffened further, Scotty actually got up from his station on the bridge with a mumbled explanation that he was heading to engineering before he stepped into the Turbo-lift and left, Bones stared at him and then shook his head and averted his his gaze elsewhere. Spock actually stopped working and seemed to be breathing in deep to control himself.

Kirk used every ounce of his will not to turn around and flee, instead he strengthened his resolve and made his way over to the Captain's chair. He sank down onto it with only the barest of winces and then spoke.

" Well Mr. Sulu, what's on our agenda today?" Asked Jim neutrally.

At first there was only silence and then Sulu cleared his throat and stiffly turned in his chair to face the captain as he spoke.

" Sir, you have a few more meetings with the Antarian's, one starting in an hour or so and then it will be off to the Colneck system to get the vaccines delivered to Starfleet outpost 39." He said flatly.

" Thank you Mr. Sulu." Said Jim with equal flatness. His eyes went to Chekov who averted his gaze away and flushed lightly.

With a small, humorless smirk Jim taped his hands onto the armrests and then stood.

" Well then, I guess I'll be getting ready for the meetings. See you all in a bit." Said Jim with fake cheer before he stepped away from the command chair and headed for the turbo-lift.

As he walked into the lift he could feel several sets of eyes boring holes into the back of his head, judging him as an arrogant and heartless freak not fit to be called a human being.

And condemning him for it.

But as the door slid shut and the lift headed upwards Captain Kirk simply became just Jim Kirk again for only a small moment, allowing his face to crumble and his back to hunch as a small sob escaped him. His breath hitched several times as well but no tears escaped his eye, he somehow kept those from spilling. If even one escaped he was pretty sure that he would've collapsed onto the floor and screamed to any and all deities that were known to existence and ask 'Why?'

But then he felt the turbo-lift slowing down and the urge faded. He went back to being the brash and debonair, carefree Captain Kirk as he stepped out of the lift and headed to his quarters to get ready for the meetings, which called for the formal dress uniform.

Thirty minutes later he was being paged on the com by one of the Yeoman's informing him that the rest of the senior staff had already gone off ahead of him and were on their way to the Star base meeting areas. It was another blow from his crew, his closest colleagues did not even wait for him to join them. They left the ship without him. Swallowing down the bitter wave of anguish and anger that bubbled up inside of him Jim finished getting ready and headed out to trail after the long cold footsteps of his senior staff.

Meanwhile, in one of the sub-surveillance rooms near the main-control bridge of the Star base a young Lieutenant by the name of Mirna Bansali was sitting at her desk going over footage from the previous nights. She was in charge looking over all the footage captured by the hidden security cameras that were installed in all of the conference rooms.

So far, all she had been seeing for the last three hours were rooms filling and emptying with people.

Then she got to the footage from conference room 13 on the deck where the Enterprise was docked.

For most of the day this room was closed off due to maintenance. But then at roughly 10:30 PM there was a startling development. With her interest peaked as to what this was, Lt. Bansali leaned in close and watched as the door to the conference room open to reveal one of the visiting Antarian Ambassadors dragging someone into the room. As she looked closely, the young woman's eyes knitted together in confusion and then the drew apart in recognition of who the other person was.

" Captain Kirk?" She whispered to herself. Who is Starfleet didn't know who Captain James Tiberius Kirk was.

As the footage continued to play Lt. Bansali felt her confusion turn to full gut wrenching horror and shock at what she now was now witnessing unfold in the conference room between the Antarian and the human Starfleet Captain. unable to tear her eyes away from the hellish event that had been unknowingly captured on record, Lt. Bansali could only whisper in anguished disbelief.

" Oh my God, no."