Possessed
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek 2009 or anything else connected to the Star Trek franchise.
Warnings:
Slash Spock/Kirk
Non-con rape
AU fic
POSSESSED
Chapter 2 - Escape
After awhile Jim had been returned to the room, which he suspected just might be Spock's, when he told him in no uncertain terms to stay put. The Vulcan had then turned on his heal and left locking the door behind him.
Since that morning the room had been cleaned and the broken chair replaced by a metal one, so much for making more weapons. A low metal table had also been place in the room to hold a plate of fruits and jug of water finished off with an up turned cup. The sheets on the bed had been exchanged for blue ones and laid on top of them was a set of linen clothing. Jim snatched them up immediately glad to finally be wearing proper clothing, including a pair of pants.
Spock had removed his shackles before he left so he was free to search the room properly. He however decided to do that once he had some food in him. He didn't really care if the clothes and the food were supposed to be for Spock. He had no intension of walking around in a loincloth or going hungry.
Mindful of his injuries he lowered himself to the floor to be level with the table. Picking at the unfamiliar fruit Jim decided it was unlikely to be poisoned. If it was for Spock, its not like they would try to kill one of their own, nor would it be logical to kill him like that. They could just chop his head off if they wanted, way easier then poisoning. So once he had sampled each of his selections he dug into the tastiest one, pouring him self a glass or two of water to wash it down. He hadn't eaten since he and his platoon had been locked in the cells below the citadel. The fruit helped to regain some of his strength, at least enough to start coming up with a plan of escape.
Jim decided it was his best bet to get out now. If he could get on the transport taking his platoon back to Earth base and stay hidden until they arrived he would be home free. The only problem was finding out where and when they were leaving from. He didn't want to compromise his friend's safety but they didn't even have to know he was on the transport until they arrived. And that gave them plausible deniability. It was also probably the only chance he would get of finding a transport heading for Earth base. There was a war after all and the only other transports heading that way would be attacking.
Gingerly he lifted himself off the floor and began to search the room. The bathroom didn't hold much nor did the bedside table or the bookshelves. He did however notice the hooks in the headboard were a new addition. They could also be removed with the right twist. Jim tried not to feel too bitter as he unscrewed one. If he had known this little fact before then he might have been able to free himself when it counted.
In an act of frustrated anger Jim pulled out all the hooks making sure to damage their mountings and threw all, bar one out the window. They would not be used to restrain him again.
He used the last hook to pry the castings off the door security panel to reveal the wires underneath. It would be a simple task from there to reroute the code and open the door. For Vulcan superiority in computers they weren't too good with locks. But before he did Jim needed a disguise. In the wardrobe he found a dark blue robe with a hood. It would have to do even if it was pretty conspicuous. But he decided it was more important to hide his ears and his light coloured hair. Not much he could do about his eyes but look down and hoped no one notice. The language thing he would have to wing.
Once on the robe just brushed the floor. It was lucky the Vulcan was only an inch or so taller then him. And the added length would hide his bare feet either way.
The lock clicked in under two minutes of him fiddling with it. The metal hook making it much easier to pull the wires out and move them around. Swinging the door shut behind him it would seem he had never left, at least until Spock returned.
In the corridor he breathed a sigh of relief. It was empty, and he couldn't see any movement at either end. It was one thing he had over looked, guards at the door would have fucked up his plan entirely.
He was careful as he made his way down the corridor checking every corner before he turned it. He need to find where the arranged transport would be and a computer terminal would be useful. Even if he couldn't read Vulcan he knew computers so finding the information he need wouldn't be too difficult. Thou not knowing if they were even being shipped out today was a problem. He couldn't stay hidden in the citadel for any length of time and if he returned to Spock's room he couldn't be sure he would be able to get out again.
Jim stiffened hearing booted feet coming his way. The steady beat of the sound indicated it was military. The women that had scrubbed him earlier wore silk slippers that whispered across the stone floors. Frantically he searched for an alcove, anything he could hide in. His disguise might work when he made it to the main areas where many people wandered about. But in the corridor he was a sitting duck, likely to draw too much attention and too much scrutiny.
All the walls were smooth stone and the doors on either side were locked and he didn't have enough time to break in. Internally cringing he did his best to look as Vulcany as possible, keeping his eyes down. If perhaps his steps were sure enough the Soldier wouldn't look at him twice.
Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky. The guard took one look at him and called his bluff. Jim shot off down the corridor his legs screaming in protest, still too tired to carry his weight for long. He got all of 10 meters before the Vulcan guard had him pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around his throat. He was asking him something in Vulcan, which Jim couldn't understand. And it was then he decided he really needed to remedy this whole language barrier.
"Please," Jim managed to gasp out clawing at the hand cutting off his air. The sleeves of his robes slipped down revealing his bruised bare wrists. The sight seemed to only make the Vulcan angrier as his grip tightened.
He said something at him again shaking him for effect. Jim still couldn't understand what he was being asked and the little black dots clouding his vision were not helping.
The harsh grip suddenly vanished as another voice cut in. Jim slid down the wall jarring his already bruised behind as he gasped air into his lungs. It seemed his captor had become his savior. Spock was standing between him and the guard, his voice still its normal calm was reprimanding the asshole that had grabbed him. Thou it was hard to tell. As far as Jim knew he could be telling him he had down a good job strangling the puny human.
When those dark eyes turned to him he couldn't deny the concern he saw shinning in them, even if the rest of his face was blank.
"You did not follow my orders," Spock scolded him wrapping a hand around Jim's arm, pulling him to his feet.
"Obviously," Jim coughed vision making the corridor look all wavy.
He turned back to the guard dismissing him before marching Jim back towards his room.
In that short journey Jim realized two things. One he really hadn't managed to get far in his escape and two Spock's hand around his arm was the only thing keeping him upright. As soon has Spock released him he managed to stumble towards the bed his head spinning with its recent loss of oxygen.
"You need time to rest," Spock told him pulling at the door panel assessing the damage Jim had done.
Jim ignored the comment and tried to sit as still as possible, his vision finally clearing, "How did you know I had gotten out?" Jim wheezed rubbing his neck curious that Spock had been there to stop the guard from ringing the life out of him. His neck still throbbing from his grip.
"Your reputation precedes you," Spock said replacing the panel, "It dictated that you would successfully release the door lock given enough time. So it was only logical to install a silent alarm that would alert me if this occurred."
"Mmm," Jim reluctantly conceded shrugging off the blue robe. Spock was quick to pull it from him and replace it back in the wardrobe.
"It seems I have over estimated your intelligence however," the Vulcan's eyebrows twitched as he closed the wardrobe door.
"Excuse me," Jim's voice cracked, he was a freaking genius for a human.
"While you have shown you're adapt with computer manipulation you chose to wear this robe. Any reason in particular?" Spock asked curiously ignoring Jim's outrage.
"It covered my features, I thought that was pretty obvious," Jim eyes flashing not amused by the Vulcan's line of questioning.
"A Logical thought," Spock agreed, "However you did not take into account its cultural significance."
"And what would that be?" Jim demanded tired of being insulted.
Spock's eyebrows rose, "I find it most curious you do not know. Were you not taught anything about the common practices of the race you have been at war with for the past 40 years."
"The only thing we're taught about you pointy ear bastards is how to kill you," Jim growled menacingly, managing to gain his feet, despite his wavering vision.
"You were not the least bit curious about the people you were fighting," Spock's head tilted as he asked the question. If Jim wasn't so angry at him he might relate it to a kitten.
"What do you think Spock," Jim decided not to give a straight answer eyes darkening. Somewhere in his past he had thought it would be pretty cool to learn everything about the elusive race, but then he became a soldier.
Spock regarded him for a moment dark eyes unblinking. Jim felt like he could read his mind with that look, his skin prickling.
"To answer your question from before, the robe you chose to disguise yourself in is a Vulcan meditation robe. It is not worn outside the sanctity of the home. The guard would have recognized it as such," Spock finally decided to enlighten him.
"Shit," Jim muttered under his breath, if he'd chosen any other robe or coat out of the wardrobe his escape might have worked.
"Indeed," the Vulcan's lips twitched hearing the curse, "If you had paid more attention to cultural idioms you would not have been discovered so quickly."
Jim glared at him pissed at having his own ignorance shoved in his face, "And I suppose you know everything there is not know about us humans?!"
"I would not suppose that no," Spock easily confessed, "That would be illogical, however I am confident that if I found myself within one of your human cities I would be informed enough not to go walking around in what is the human equivalent of sleeping garments."
Jim just gapped at him. Not only had he just been schooled by the smug pointy-eared bastard, he was pretty sure he had just heard what stood for Vulcan humor.
Spock's lips twitched once more not waiting for Jim's retort, "While you reflect on your failed escape, I must return to my post. The preparations for your platoons return to Earth base have not yet been finalized,"
The Vulcan turned to the door typing in another more complex code, "I will also be posting a guard outside this door if you wish to make another escape attempt. You may request of him anything you wish, with in reason, to keep you occupied in my absence. There are however a few English books in my collection if you would like to pursue reading."
Spock walked briskly out the door and Jim caught a glimpse of another Vulcan standing beyond it, face stern. His captor must have asked the other soldier to organize a guard for it to happen so quickly. The door clicked shut before he could get a better look but he didn't think he would be asking that particular Vulcan for anything.
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Jim jerked a wake hours later, the book he had been attempting to read thumped to the floor. His senses tuned through extensive experience had forced him out of his slumber at the click of the door.
Spock stepped through before locking it behind him. Jim sat up as he wiped the drool from his lip.
"Your back," Jim mumbled shifting from the bed, his muscles stiff from lack of use, "My platoon?"
"I am," Spock replied calmly working on his uniform buttons, "Your platoon has been transported home under a flag of truce as of 1500 hours."
Jim remembered why he didn't like the stupid Vulcan as he stooped to pick up the book. He didn't know if he should be relieved his platoon had made it home or saddened that his best opportunity for escape was gone. Spock's eyes rested on him regarding him curiously.
"What?" Jim demanded sick of all the silent scrutiny.
"I am surprised," Spock informed him slipping out of his jacket.
"Surprised about what?!" Jim growled shoving the book back in the shelf.
"That you chose to read," Spock commented unbuttoning his shirt.
"You're the one who suggested it," Jim growled deciding to put distance between them as Spock removed more of his clothing.
"Indeed I was," the Vulcan included his head, "However in your frustration at your failed escape attempt coupled with your obvious dislike for my person I had predicted you would relieve your anger by demolishing this room."
Jim stared at him eyes narrowing, "You think humans are that barbaric and violent I would resort to destroying your room just to get back at you for everything you've done up to this point."
"I had considered it a possibility," Spock replied slipping his shirt from his shoulders, "I am glad that I was proven wrong."
Crossing his arms over his chest Jim smirked, "We human's have other ways of getting back at the people that have done us wrong," he threatened. He knew it was pretty empty, since he couldn't actually do anything to the pointy-eared bastard, but it made him feel better.
Spock's belt hit the floor and Jim took another step back, knees bumping into the window seat.
"If that is the case I look forward to this revenge you offer," Spock said, and while there was no inflection in his voice Jim could tell he was being smug, catching him out on his bluff.
Jim flinched as Spock now naked stepped out of his pants. He felt stupid a moment later when instead of moving closer to him he walked to the bathroom. The door to the room closed softly and Jim could hear the water being turned on.
Jim shook himself. He hated feeling so vulnerable. He hated the fact that his Vulcan captor could force him to do what ever he liked. Out on the battlefield he was strong; he had weapons and space to fight. He could take down any Vulcan that crossed his path. But in a confided space like this with no weapons or escape plan he was useless. Even if he could hold Spock off for a while the Vulcan would over power him eventually. And that made him feel sick.
But he was Jim Kirk and while he might not be able to physically over power the bastard he could certainly mess with him. He figured the more annoying he was the less likely Spock would keep him around. And if that meant he was shipped off to some POW camp then he could deal. Not being some Vulcan's sex toy would be enough.
So to begin his physiological torment of the Vulcan he moved towards the empty dishes and started to stack them as nosily as possible knowing the hobgoblin was bound to hear him. After that he dragged the table across the floor to what he deemed was a more comfortable position and kicked Spock's clothes into a rumpled pile. He figured he would be more annoying if it appeared he was 'trying to help'.
He then rapped on the door to gain the guards attention.
Putting on his best sultry voice he leaned beside the door as it opened. The guard took little chance only opening the door a crack, just enough to see Jim.
He waited for the human to make his request, finding it illogical to speak when it was obvious Jim was the one wanting to request something.
"Hey, could I put in an order for some whipped cream and an extra pair of sheets. Plus a dozen pillows and a dark cloak. And a bucket of black sand, and a wide brim hat and a pack of cards and a spoon. Oh and lots of ribbon," Jim rattled off anything that came to mind.
The Vulcan guard blinked at him eyebrows rising just slightly before he nodded and closed the door.
Jim huffed hoping to gain a bit more of a reaction then that but hopefully getting all that stuff would fluster Spock. Though he highly doubted it from what he had learned about the Vulcan so far. Either way he was sure it would annoy the Vulcan a little. And a little at a time would be enough.
He shuffled back to the bookshelf. While he waited he could actually start reading that book he had when he fell asleep. Another spine with intricate writing caught his interest instead and he pulled the leather bound book from the shelf. Opening it he noticed first the writing was in Vulcan, the second thing was the image depicting a little girl in a blue dress was vaguely familiar.
It was Alice from Alice in Wonderland. Jim flicked through he pages catching glimpses of art work each of some figure recognizable as those from the old children's story. Jim sat it back on the shelf in bewilderment. Why did a Vulcan have a copy of Alice in Wonderland? Why would a Vulcan translate it into Vulcan? It seemed pretty illogical, since the whole book was extremely illogical. Even he could admit thou he enjoyed it as a child, it made no sense what so ever.
Then Jim came up with an idea and went back to rap on the door.
The Vulcan guard opened it once again, staring at him in silence.
"Could you get me an English copy of this book and a Vulcan to English dictionary," Jim asked his voice serious.
The Vulcan took note of the name of the book and nodded closing the door once more.
Jim grinned. He would happily prove to Spock that he wasn't as stupid as he looked and teach himself how to read and speak Vulcan. It would also benefit him to learn the native language if he was going to he here a while. His minimal knowledge of the language would help him pronounce the words. Even if the words he knew only amounted to Yes, no, and Surrender your weapon or I'll shoot.
Happy with his plan Jim returned the book to the shelf, it wouldn't be any use to him until he got the others, so instead he picked up the English book from before and went to the window. The seat there was quite comfortable and allowed him to watch the sun as it slowly dipped below the horizon. It also gave him a great view of the comings and goings in the courtyard below and if he could catalogue each guard change and a delivery schedule he might be able discern a better way to escape.
The swing of the bathroom door startled Jim to drop the book once more. Spock stepped out, hips wrapped in a towel and eyebrow raised.
"Does your revenge consist of systematically damaging all my books," Spock asked eyeing the one currently on the floor.
"No," Jim growled angrily scooping it back up and turning to his current page.
Spock eyebrow dropped back to its usual place as he went to his wardrobe pulling out a robe similar to the one Jim had stolen. He ignored the scuff marks on the polished stone floor where Jim had dragged the table, and the precarious tilt of the plates and jug on the bed. He did however pick up his rumpled jacket. Straightening the sleeves he hung it back up in the wardrobe and placed his other clothing and towel in the basket beside it.
Jim kept one eye on him as he moved about the room not trusting the Vulcan at all. A knock on the door made Jim flinch and he growled frustrated at himself.
Spock unconcerned moved to the door to let the woman into the room. She carried a tray containing two plates, a jug and two cups. The Vulcan's exchanged nods and pleasantries. She then placed the tray on the table and collected up the used plates before retreating out the door once more.
"So are all your women servants here," Jim jabbed lowering his book.
"No," Spock replied simply arranging the plates on either side of the table and taking his seat, "Would you join me to eat?"
Jim eyes turned to the food then back to Spock.
"No, I'm not hungry," Jim replied raising his book.
He knew he should eat and he could be as obnoxious about it as possible. But having to sit that closely to Spock made his skin crawl. He could not put himself in reach of the Vulcan without knowing if he could get away.
"I will leave yours here if you require sustenance at a later time," Spock said taking up his utensils.
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Spock ate and Jim tried to focus on his book eyes flicking to the Vulcan every time he turned the page. It took an age for the Vulcan to finish placing the cutlery down and disappearing into the bathroom once again. The light had faded completely by then making it difficult to read. Sighing Jim rubbed at his eyes. Having Spock in the room made it really hard to concentrate, every time the Vulcan moved he had to know where to. He tensed each time ready to dart away if he came close. It was starting to annoy him that he was so afraid of what Spock would do.
He jumped when the bathroom door swung open. And from raised eyebrow his attempts at hiding it obviously failed.
"I am retiring for the night," Spock informed him as he dropped the robe onto the end of the bed, leaving him completely nude.
Jim looked away.
"You are welcome to share the bed," Spock continued slipping beneath the sheets.
"I'm fine here thanks," Jim replied lifting his book once more.
Spock touched something by the bed and the light dimmed.
He hated how Spock seemed so calm about this whole thing. He wasn't uncomfortable at all with Jim just sitting in the window as he slept. And it was insulting that he seemed to think Jim was no threat. Angry, Jim dropped the book again eyes fixed on the sleeping Vulcan. He still couldn't bring himself to kill Spock in his sleep and he realized he was kind of flattered that Spock thought he had enough morals not to do it.
But dammit he didn't have to be so smug about it, Jim growled to himself dropping his head in his hands.
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