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 4 – Reason
Jim still couldn't believe it as Amanda, Spock's human mother, handed him a cup of spiced tea in her cool, cozy sitting room. He had removed his robe and now sat more comfortably in just pants and a loose shirt. Spock had retreated further into the house, where he wasn't sure but he hadn't been allowed to follow.
"So your Captain Kirk," She smiled taking her seat, "Spock's told me so much about your service record. Very impressive."
"Thanks," Jim replied a little dazed, "But how are you..?" he trialed off not sure how to ask.
"How am I human, here," Amanda smiled catching on quickly.
Jim nodded sipping at his tea.
"Well it's a bit of a long story, but the short version. I met Spock's father when my civilian transport was caught in the cross fire between our people. He helped us and I opted to stay with him. Then we had Spock," she explained quickly a smile touching her lips as she thought fondly of her Husband.
"But why?" Jim managed putting his teacup to the side. Spiced tea really wasn't a favorite.
The Vulcan Human war had been going on for 40 years and over those years it wasn't uncommon for Humans to be taken by the Vulcan's as prisoners. At least that was what was reported. He had never heard anything about humans choosing to stay with the Vulcans. Choosing a Vulcan over her own people. But then again he'd never heard of an entire platoon being let go after the 'sacrifice' of their commanding officer.
"I love him," She answered simply as if that explained everything. And to her it might.
"So you were allowed to marry him?" Jim asked incredulously trying to wrap his mind around why the Vulcan's would allow Amanda to walk around freely. And thinking of the silver band on his wrist, an obviously thought out plan to allow Humans into Vulcan society without suspicion.
"There was some protest, but it was allowed," Amanda admitted offering him a funny shaped biscuit. Jim politely declined not liking the look of the little green bits marbling the crisp dough.
He figured if he kept her talking he could find out more he thought as he asked another question, "How long have you lived here? How did you have Spock, I thought humans and Vulcan's were incompatible?"
"I've been here 30 years, and we had a little help from the Vulcan Science Academy," Her eyes focused on him fully as she placed a comforting hand on his knee, "What ever you have learned about Vulcan's it is only the surface, we aren't told the whole truth. They have always been secretive even before the war, but what I have found here are a people who value peace above all. The war is not what anyone wants."
Jim pulled away eyes darkening in accusation, "If they value peace then why do they keep attacking us. Why do they keep killing?"
The tension between the two races had been building for sometime. Vulcan's advances in Science had the Earth council on edge, but the treaty between them and the willingness of the Vulcan's to share the more important discoveries kept the peace. Until a human civilian transport was destroyed by Vulcan insurgents with a weapon recently developed by the VSA. Earth declared war. Then each time when the fighting became too much and the Earth Council reached for a peace treaty the Vulcan's would retaliate with more violence. The only thing saving each of their planets from total destruction was various smaller treaties formed over the years. Ones to protect major cities from aerial attack and allow society to function as normally as possible. Civilians only had to fear attack outside city limits.
Skirmishers were fought on planet and Earth had managed to secure a base on Vulcan. A precarious position but it meant advancement in winning the war, when their enemy could not prevent it.
"Much of what has caused this war is not fully understood. Spock has uncovered a lot and he wants to share everything with you. You must trust what he tells you. He may seem callous but he wishes for this war to end," She said earnestly trying to get through to him.
Jim grew angry at the vague answer. Whatever Spock was going to tell him was obviously big if it was supposed to end the war, but how could he trust a man who had tied him up and raped him.
Amanda continued seeing the uncertainty in Jim's face, "Please I know it is hard, I know what propaganda Earth uses. My son is nothing like that, he cares about both of his people. He wants to use his rank to stop this war, stop all the violence. He.."
Jim cut her off standing anger radiating from his ridged stance, "Do you even know your son, what he's done. What he did to me?!" Jim growled voice rising to almost hysterics.
Spock's mother looked pain, her eyes darting to his furious blue then away, "I," she tried then cleared her voice. She knew, Jim thought, she knew what her son had done to him.
"I'm sorry," she started again her voice cracking slightly with guilt, "It was the only way. He tried to find an alternative but no other option would have worked. Spock did what he had to. "
Jim deflated his anger becoming despair, he could see the honest sincerity in her eyes, her regret at what her son had done to him. She had obviously did not agree with her son's choice, but would still stand by him. Her loyalty was unquestionable.
"I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, but I'm glad to meet you," She smiled sadly patting him knee as he sat down again trying to process everything.
"You know what he did," Jim whispered dropping his head in his hands unable to look at her anymore.
"He didn't harm you did he?" She asked tentatively reaching out to him once again, but not touching as Jim curled more in on himself.
Jim shook his head unable to answer. Nothing was making sense. He couldn't understand why Spock did this to him. Why he chose him over all the other earth commanders. Why he had to rape him to get him here. What was so important that he chose to violate Jim is such away to be able to tell him. And Spock was half human. How could his mother choose to be with a Vulcan? Live on Vulcan and fight against her own people. So many questions running through his head had his restless night catching up with him. He had agreed to be Spock's companion to find out what was going on, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know any more.
"Mother, Jim," Spock's voice came into the room startling him from his turmoil.
"Spock," Amanda greeted warmly standing up, "Do you have everything?"
"I do," he nodded at her before turning to his new companion, Jim's hands dropped to his knees, "Come."
"Come where?" Jim demanded straightening up finally sick of all the vagueness.
"To the study," Amanda answered as she stooped to clean up the tea service.
Jim stood quickly nodding to Amanda before following the silent Vulcan down the hall. He decided his curiosity would never allow him to sleep again if he didn't find out what this was all about.
Spock closed the door behind them motioning for Jim to sit in front of a blank monitor. The Vulcan sat beside him fiddling with the controls.
"So why am I here?" Jim asked becoming frustrated at Spock's silence, "Why did you…?" He stopped.
Spock turned to him studying his face for a moment before starting his explanation, "From all the records of active commanders in the earth army I was able to collect, yours stood out. Your methods while highly illogical gained insurmountable results and," Spock paused eyes locking on to Jim's, "showed the most compassion."
"What do you mean?" Jim asked curious. He knew his own record and he was sure his actions were never compassionate.
"The unorthodox methods you used always preserved life above all else. Vulcan and Human," Spock told him.
He frowned, it was true he had never lost anyone in his platoon, and he'd always devised his plans to ensure their enemies surrendered rather then just killing them. But he had killed and done it gladly to save the lives of innocent civilians or other human soldiers. Killing was in a soldier's job description and he was good at it.
Spock continued unaware of or ignoring Jim's dark thoughts, "You are also of high enough rank and have gained many commendations which indicate the Earth council will listen to you. And your age along with your aesthetically pleasing qualities would remove suspicion at wanting you as my companion."
Jim's head snapped ignoring the light fluttering in his stomach as Spock basically called him beautiful, "I'm not going to try and convince them to surrender to Vulcan."
"That is not what I am asking," Spock assured him finally switching on the monitor, "I am only asking you to listen to what I have found. You may draw your own conclusions and report to the Earth council what you see fit. This information I am about to show you, however, is of a very sensitive matter and if used correctly could end this war and bring peace between our planets."
"Ok," Jim replied curiosity fully forming as a sliver of hope sparked. It had always been in the back of his mind niggling at him. He wanted to end this war, stop all the fighting and bring peace. Every action he had taken as a soldier had been part of that goal.
Spock nodded once to acknowledge Jim's willingness to at least listen, "As you are aware the war started 40 years ago, and while the exact events of what caused the first conflict is unclear we do know two things," the Vulcan flicked to a page on the monitor bringing up old news articles, "The advances of the Vulcans had caused insecurity on Earth and the destruction of a civilian transport carrying Earth officials was destroyed by a newly developed Vulcan device. The Earth council then retaliated. "
Jim nodded to indicate that he was following.
"What I have uncovered is a simple fact that prompted me to probe deeper into the incident," Spock continued," The device uncovered from the civilian transport was not intended as a weapon of any kind."
Jim's eyebrows rose in surprise studying the blue prints Spock brought up on the monitor, "What do you mean it wasn't a weapon?"
"It was invented to pull moisture from the air and purify it in any given condition to provide water to the user. It was designed for use as a survival tool in remote areas and possible planet exploration. The device could not have caused the transports destruction," The Vulcan explained pointing out the relevant components of the devices design.
"No kidding," Jim replied taking note of the things power core and capabilities. There was not way it was powerful enough to cause an explosion big enough to take out a transport ship. So the question was, "Why wasn't this reported. If it had been this whole war would have been prevented. If the VSA just explained to the Earth Council and showed them this Vulcan would never have been blamed."
"Precisely," Spock inclined his head, "That is the question I wished to answer by delving deeper into the matter."
"And did you answer it," Jim prompted him.
"I have," the Vulcan said flicking to the next slide, more news articles appeared, some quiet recent, "Through further study of the device and why the nature of it was covered up I came across a series of incidents that were of similar design over the 40 years since the being of the war, each of these incidents," Spock flicked to a neat little table showing a timeline connecting events, "Line up with the commencement of peace talks between our people. Each of these incidents implicated military action by Vulcan's against human civilians or settlements. This caused peace talks to end and your race to retaliate with renewed military force. These military actions Vulcan's are accused of by the human's are not present in any military order issued by the Vulcan high council. "
"Wait, wait," Jim shook his head eyes searching over the table in front of him, his mind putting two and two together, "So your telling me that its was not actually you Vulcan's that attacked us Human's to stop peace talks?!"
"No," Spock replied flicking through more slides, "From the Vulcan perspective it was the human's who attacked first forcing the end of peace talks. I have, however come to the conclusion it was no fault of either party."
"Then if what your telling me is true," Jim stopped Spock's continuous flicking to study the documents properly, "Someone else has been forcing this war to continue."
"That is the conclusion I have drawn yes," Spock nodded allowing Jim to take over use of the monitor.
"So the question is who is it that's doing it? Why and How?" Jim said all but forgetting the reason why he didn't really trust the Vulcan as he scrolled through the information Spock had collected, pulling each piece into place.
The first incident that caused the war was definitely a professional job. They had to be to be able to fool both the Earth Council and the Vulcan High council in to going to war. And if it was the same party that had forced the war to continue then the organization must be large indeed and properly coordinated. This was confirmed further by the nature of the documents Spock had collected. Each must have taken a lot of effort and precision to hack into the highly classified files. The blue prints of the device even looked to be scanned from original paper copies, the electronic files had more then likely been completely erased.
Jin had studied each of the attacks on the earth settlements and for these ones in particular knew them to be well planned and executed. They were in and out, designed to cause as much damage and as many casualties as possible before a quick retreat. And Jim realized very different from the logical frontal attacks favored by the Vulcan Military.
Jim looked up, "Where did you get all this information? Half of it's from secure Earth servers and Earth news reports."
He swore Spock almost blushed in embarrassment at Jim's question, "It was necessary to coordinate attacks to gain access to an Earth terminal that allowed me to hack into secure servers to find the information I required."
Jim eyes darkened, even as a small spark of admiration shone through "So you where the one to coordinate the simultaneous attacks on Earth base."
Spock nodded looking away. The attacks Jim mentioned happened only 5 months ago. It was the first time since its establishment Earth Base was compromised by Vulcan attack. He was there in the fighting and while they had managed to push the Vulcan's back it was a huge blow to Earth forces. Security since then had been increased tenfold making it excessively difficult to get leave.
"Do you know who's behind all this? Why they're doing it?" Jim asked curious as to what a third party would get out of a continuous war between Earth and Vulcan. In earlier time arms dealers would be the most likely candidate but with a war this size both councils developed and manufactured their own weapons. And by the look of it was some fraction with tentacles inside the Vulcan command. There was no way they could plant such perfect evidence without access to Vulcan uniforms and advanced weaponry. There were also no attacks on Vulcan's that appeared to involve the humans that weren't in the records. So what ever they were doing they only played on the little information Earth had on Vulcan culture.
"I have found only a reference to a name," Spock replied taking over the monitor once again pulling up the relevant files and notes, "Narada."
"Does it mean anything to you?" Jim asked looking over the files.
"It does not, however it has reference in many of the Earth reports pertaining to the attacks not sanctioned by the Vulcan Council." Spock continued, "Survivors have reported it as the name of the ship associated with the attacks."
"And I'm guess there isn't any ships called the Narada in the Vulcan fleet." Jim summarized.
"No there is not," The Vulcan confirmed.
"So we don't know who's behind it or why, but we know they're forcing the war to continue," Jim nodded then turned to look at Spock properly wanting to assess his reaction, "So if you have all this why do you need me?"
"I believe there is enough information here to take to both councils and call a Cease Fire while the attacks are investigated. If the people behind the Narada are caught then the war can end," Spock explained.
"Yeah and that still doesn't explain why you need me," Jim poked a frown marring his face.
"You are a prominent person in the Earth Military. If you were to take this information to them they are 97.6% more likely to listen to you then if I was the one to do so," Spock continued, "I am also concerned about the security of the Vulcan council. As the attacks have to have been all coordinated to appear like a Vulcan Military force it is a high probability that the Vulcan High Council has been compromised."
"Makes sense," Jim agreed realizing that if Spock wanted him to speak to the Earth Council on his behalf it meant he would have to return to Earth Base and from there he could return home. It also meant Spock was putting a lot on the line by trusting Jim with this information. He could simply get to Earth base and not say anything. The war would continue and he would be free to rejoin the army, "So if my your companion, how're you going to get me back to Earth base with the info?"
Spock flicked off the monitor pulling out a data chip and placing it a case which he slipped into his pocket, "A simple prisoner exchange could be arranged to mask the purpose of your return to Earth, however," Spock's eyebrows twitched down in a barely noticeable frown, "We will have to gain permission from the Vulcan High Council."
"Which mean's we'll have to tell them why it needs to be done, which means that if they are compromised we will be too," Jim finished for him concern creeping into his voice, " That kind of defeats the purpose of keeping all this a secret."
"Yes," Spock agreed, "But it is unfortunately a risk we will have to take. We do have an advantage however."
"And what's that?" Jim prompted.
"My father sits on the Vulcan High Council," Spock said standing up, "With his assistance I can arrange for a closed meeting. This will remove the possibility of persons outside the council from hearing this information."
"So if anything does happen then we know for sure that it is someone on the council that's involved with the Narada," Jim replied following Spock's lead, and stood.
"Would I be correct in thinking your parents already know about your research," Jim asked as they stepped out of the office, "Your mum seemed to know a lot."
"Yes," Spock nodded once, "My parents are aware of the nature of my research. My father assisted me in acquiring much of the information from Vulcan records. My mother helped in sorting the documents."
Jim frowned as they made their way back to the sitting room, "But isn't it dangerous for them to know, I mean if anyone from this Narada found out about what you were researching they could kill your whole family."
"I am aware," Spock replied tightly, "They how ever insisted. And my mother can be very persuasive when she wishes to be."
"She wouldn't take no for an answer would she," Jim grinned.
"No," Spock lips twitched betraying his amusement.
"All finished," Spock's mother called coming in to the room as she heard their voices.
"We are," Spock inclined his head, all traces of amusement gone.
"Your staying for dinner then," It wasn't a request.
"Of course mother," Spock agreed, "I must speak to father when he returns."
"He'll be here at 6 o'clock as always," Amanda smiled, "In the mean time can you have a look at the sink, it's dripping."
"As I am unqualified for the task it would be more logic to obtain the services of a certified plumber to assess the 'drip'," Spock replied.
Amanda just looked at him.
"I however can attempt a quick look to determine if one is necessary," Spock amended as he retreated past her, presumably into the kitchen.
Jim couldn't help smiling at the way Spock was reduced to a little boy in the presence of his mother.
"Would you like me to do anything?" he asked.
"No, no," Amanda said directing him to sit, "Your our guest, and the only thing you need to do in relax."
"Ok," Jim replied sinking into the sofa catching the woman's assessing gaze as she sat down beside him.
"Do you understand now?" she asked earnestly, "I know everything up to this point has been confusing but do you understand why Spock had to do what he did?"
Jim took a moment not sure how to answer, then he realized he hadn't thought about what Spock had done the entire time they had been discussing the incidents. The whole plan Spock had devised was to end the war and that was something Jim wanted above all else. Sacrificing his body to help in that effort, even if he was unaware of it at the time was a small price to pay. And in a sense he had sacrificed his body as a soldier on a daily basis even if it was in a different way. And as he had gotten to know Spock he had seen the Vulcan's compassion and sharp mind. He felt he could talk to the Vulcan about almost anything and he could match him word for word.
He was still unsure if he could completely trust Spock. He still flinched whenever Spock came too close and the bruises had yet to fade completely. What had been done to him wasn't just physical, it had seriously screwed him up mentally as well. Spock was to blame for all of it and he didn't know if he could forgive him.
"I understand," Jim replied tentatively, "And I want to do everything I can to end this war. Its gone on long enough, but I…" he wasn't sure he could say anymore.
Amanda placed a hand on his knee in comfort a sad smile touching her lips, "I get it, it's ok. I know what Spock did is hard to forgive, but you can trust him. He want's to end this war as much as you do."
Jim nodded returning the smile, "I trust his resolve at least."
"Good," Amanda patted his knee before with drawing her hand, "As long as you have that for now. Maybe one day you can forgive him fully."
"I'll try," Jim assured her even though he still didn't think he ever would.
"Now dinner will be at 6.30 so you can sit here or explore the house. I can bring you a pad, then you can read the news," Amanda rose, her smile brightening to lighten the mood.
"Thanks, a pad would be good," Jim smiled making himself relax.
"I'll just be a moment," She replied disappearing into the kitchen for a minute before returning with pad and stylus in hand, "Just call if you need anything else, I'll be just in there."
"I'm ok with this," Jim smiled thanking her and Amanda turned back into the kitchen.
He could just make out Amanda and Spock's hushed voices as they talked quietly in the kitchen, presumably about him and the 'plan'. Jim considered eavesdropping but he was sure Spock would hear him at the door and ignored the idea in favor of pursuing the news feeds. They were lucky for him, since he still struggled with Vulcan, in English. He guessed they were translated for Amanda.
Catching up on the events since his captivity Jim hardly realized his eyes drooping, the restless night before taking it's toll.
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Jim decided he hated being jerked awake, as he shot into awareness the pad in his hands slipping to the floor. His heart rate hammered as he gripped the sofa cushion, the Vulcan standing over him the only thing stopping him from jumping from his seat.
"I apologize for startling you I had not realized you were in a state of sleep," he said stooping to pick up the pad holding it out for Jim to take.
Jim blinked taking the pad unsure how he should react. Normally he'd be looking for a weapon to take down his enemy, but the Vulcan wasn't attempting to threaten him in anyway, and there was something familiar about him.
"You are James Kirk, the human Captain," The Vulcan stated looking him over, his face completely impassive, " I am Sarek, father of Spock."
He blinked again noticing now the strong resemblance Spock had with his father.
"By what my son has told me I was not lead to believe you were mute," Sarek commented, Jim barely catching the twitch of his lip.
"Sorry, not mute, just a little disorientated," Jim found his voice as it cracked slightly a yawn pushing at the back of his throat.
"It is to be expected when woken so abruptly," Sarek replied mildly before turning his attention to the kitchen door.
"Sarek dear you're home," Amanda said stepping into the sitting room to greet her husband properly. Jim frowned curious at the hand gesture they shared.
"Father," Spock greeted, he noticed the slight rigidity to his voice almost like he was attempting to pull back any possible emotion even further then he did already.
"I see you've already met our guest," Amanda smiled standing comfortably between her husband and son.
"I have," Sarek nodded before turning to Spock completely ignoring Jim, "Has he been informed of the information you have gathered."
"He has," Spock inclined his head, "And I must speak with you. A meeting with the council will be a necessity."
"Very well," Sarek allowed before turning to Amanda, "My wife we will join you for dinner after our discussion."
"It'll be ready," Amanda smiled cheerfully holding her hand out once again. Sarek met the gesture with his own touching his fingers to hers.
Jim stared after Spock and his father as they moved out of the room. It didn't take a genius to figure out he wasn't invited.
"Did you have a nice rest?" Amanda asked picking up the blanket that had dropped to the floor when he woke.
Inwardly cursing Jim nodded, that was the second time he hadn't woken up when someone touched him.
"Spock thought you might be cold," she added placing the blanket on the armrest.
"Spock gave me the blanket," Jim asked incredulously realizing he hadn't woken when Spock touched him, but had when Sarek entered the room.
"He said you had a rough night last night," she said patting the blanket then changed the subject, "Would you like to help me put the finishing touches on dinner?"
"Um sure," Jim stood, following Spock's mum into the spacious, well lit kitchen, "How long will they be?"
"They'll be finished by 6.30, it's when Sarek always has dinner, unless for course I've forgotten," she grinned at her joke, "He usually makes an attempt to help out, but we prefer him to stay out of the kitchen."
"He's not a very good cook I gather," Jim smiled as Amanda directed him on how to drain the yellow pea like vegetables.
"He has trouble boiling water," she whispered like it was a big secret, "But don't tell him I said that, he'll deny it. Illogical he'd say."
Jim grinned finally feeling at ease with a human face smiling back at him.
Dinner came around and it was a simple affair, Amanda keeping up most of the conversation. Her food was delicious and vegetarian. Something he noticed while he had been with Spock was that Vulcan's didn't seem to eat meat of any kind.
Neither Spock nor Sarek brought up what they had discussed before dinner. Jim decided he could wait and ask Spock on their way back to the citadel. He didn't think discussing an underground organization bent on world war was a decent dinner conversation anyway.
Finally the meal was eaten and Jim was shrugging his robe over his shoulders. The sun was sitting just on the horizon by this time bathing the sky a deep red, the colour reflected off every surface. It gave the whole neighborhood a deathly feel painted in blood as it was, the chill of the night emphasizing the chill running through his veins at the sight.
Spock and Jim waved goodbye to Spock's parents promising Amanda they would visit again soon. The packages they had purchased earlier in the day weighed them down as they made their way down the streets passing only a few other Vulcan's on the way.
Jim struggled to find the right time to ask Spock about what he and his father had discussed but before he could they were already entering Spock's quarters in the citadel.
The Vulcan had remained stubbornly silent through the entire ride back to the citadel only acknowledging Jim when he needed him to move or follow.
Then finally as Jim placed his packages down and Spock had shut the door he spoke, "My father will contact me when he has made arrangements with the council. Until then we will have to wait."
"Ok, I can deal with that," Jim nodded pulling his robe off and handing it to Spock to hang up.
They put the rest of Jim's new things away and got ready for bed in silence, Jim retreating to the bathroom to bath and change. The towel rack was placed firmly in front of the door.
"Good night Jim," Spock said as he slipped under the covers in his usual state of undress.
"Night Spock," Jim replied automatically finding a comfy spot in his nest.
The lights dimmed and Jim slept his dreams working to resolve his problems, or make them worse.
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AN: And the end of another chapter, hope you all enjoyed it and the whole explanation thing as to why Jim is there was good enough. And thank you to all those that reviewed my last chapter, I love hearing what you all think and appreciate the feedback.
I had some spelling errors pointed out to me, thanks to those who did. I have definitely improved my editing skills since I started writing fanfics but without out a beta and the fact that my spelling is abysmal I still miss a lot. So I'm sorry for any mistakes I have made, hopefully there will be less in future. And if there isn't them hopefully my writing is good enough for them to be ignored lol :D
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