Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek 2009 or anything else connected to the Star Trek franchise.
Warnings:
Slash Spock/Kirk
Mentions of rape
Swearing
AU fic
POSSESSED
Chapter 10 – Proof
They had made it into the base without too many incidents, taking out a few guards here and there. As far as they knew they hadn't tripped any alarms, at least none that made any noise. Slowly they made their way into some sort of main communication's room, taking out the two Romulans inside. By the number of Romulan soldiers they had met along the way, the converted base couldn't be fully manned.
Chekov had detected a cloaked ship in vicinity but it had since gone and Jim assumed that was where more of the insurgents were. It would have been nice to be able to take down the ship as well, but their main goal was to get proof of the attacks on Earth civilians by the Romulans and remove their foot-hold in this solar system, hopefully preventing it from happening again. They also had to convince the Earth and Vulcan council to make peace. They could worry about the lone Romulan ship later; now that they could detect them with scanners, the Romulans wouldn't be able to sneak up on them.
Uhura and Spock went straight to the computers, gaining access to the bases main files, placing their rifles in within easy access reach as they sat down. The three boys set up a watch just inside the door as Jim chose his own computer, pulling up the Romulan's own schematics of the base. McCoy leaned over his shoulder.
It took the three of them only 5 minutes to access the files they needed. Of course, it helped that the computers were already logged in when they arrived.
"The cloaking device is in the main hanger, which is 500 meters west of here, down the main corridor." Jim said, informing the others of their next heading. Spock's computer chirped next to him, "You have all the files you need?" he questioned the Vulcan standing from his computer, ready to be moving again in case a stray Romulan worked out what was going on.
"We have completed the download, however much of it is in code. It will take time to decipher if the files we have accessed will be of use," Spock informed, him stowing a data chip in his belt as he too stood, ready to leave.
"You think you guys will be able to decode the info?" Jim asked picking up his rifle, ready to move back towards the door.
The Vulcan replied with a silent raised eyebrow Uhura smiling behind him, "You really need to ask that question?" she grinned securing her own data chip, a back up, just in-case.
"Keptin," Chekov cried urgently, his tricorder specifically set to a wide scan, a chirp sounding behind them. Jim whipped around, rifle up and ready as the huge screen taking up the majority of the back wall flickered to life. None of them, minus Spock, could resist the normal response of staring up at the screen in guarded horror at a Romulan face, head bald with intricate black tattoos framing his eyes and curling down his forehead finishing at his chin.
"Hello," The tone was light but he wore no smile, "What might you be doing in my base?" A camera mounted on the communications terminal blinked at them, its position showed Jim it was only focused in him. The Romulan couldn't see the rest of the room or his platoon, being only designed for one or two communications officers sitting in front of it.
"Identify yourself," Jim demanded, finding his voice quickly as his years of training and combat experience came to the forefront. He had his rifle ready but lowered. There wasn't much point, pointing it at a vid screen.
"I should be asking you the same question," answered the Romulan keeping his tone unnervingly light, deciding to answer Jim's question anyway, "I'm Nero. And you are Captain James Kirk," Nero almost smiled, indicating for someone to come forward in line of the screen, "I believe you have already met my first."
Jim instantly recognized the Romulan that had attacked him in the desert all those months ago. He could still feel those long fingers tightening around his throat as he stared the Romulan down. Tapping his riffle twice his platoon tensed, ready and waiting for him to give the command to activate their extraction devices.
"Nice to see you again," Jim smirked, matching Nero's tone, "Earth forces will be here shortly to take you in. I suggest you do not resist."
McCoy leaned into him, hearing something in his tone, "You did tell Pike about this little mission didn't you?" He hissed into Jim's ear, his voice barely audible.
"I left him a note," Jim whispered back before turning his attention back to the main screen seeing Sulu signally out of the corner of his eye. The lieutenant had his tricorder up, the light at the top blinking red.
"Well while it was a nice little reunion we have to depart," Jim grinned and shot at the little camera in front of him terminating the communication. The image of Nero face and his lowered eyebrows flickered to black.
"Ok we have enough, lets get out of here," Jim ordered, indication for Chekov and Sulu to go first. The shuttle could only transport two at a time and as the Navigator and Pilot they were needed in the ship ready for immediate take off as the others beamed aboard.
Their hands drop to the evac-device on their belts, pressing the activation key. Nothing happenens. They looked helplessly at their, Captain pressing the button one more time just incase. Nothing.
"Scotty?!" Jim demanded an analysis of their engineer.
"Tha cloaking bounced tha signal," Scotty said tapping at the readings on his own tricorder, "It did not get out of tha facility."
"Can you fix it, boost the signal?" Jim asked urgently, knowing they didn't have much time before the Romulans came swarming in.
"It would do us no good, inside the cloaking shield tha signal cannot connect with what it cannot detect," Scotty replied helplessly, "It is reacting as if nothing but this base exists."
"Then back to plan A," Jim said making for the door, rifle in hand ready to fire; they were too far into the complex to turn back the way they had come. Their only hope in getting out in one piece was to beam back to the shuttle, but with the evac unit jammed, they had only one option, "Take out the cloaking device and then get the hell out of here."
He cursed their luck, and lack of information. If he had known the evac device would fail he'd have come up with a better option. As it was he had an escape route slowly forming after studying the Romulan base schematics, but the best and quickest way was to take out the cloaking device and beam out; only problem was the Romulans, who probably knew that was their aim.
Jim directed them down the corridor, each of his platoon taking formation; Chekov and Uhura on flank, Scotty and Sulu at the rear. Spock moved before him, the doctor staying at his side.
"What do you mean you left a note?" McCoy hissed at him as they crouched at a corner, listening intently and checking tricorder readings for any sign of an armed soldier waiting just out of sight, "You know I was there when he said we couldn't go after these Romulans without council permission!"
"I didn't want to take the chance of the Romulans getting wind of our plan, and there could be more then one spy," Jim hissed back as they rounded the corner, eyes and ears alert to any threat.
"The hell were you thinking?!" McCoy hissed, demanding answers to why his friend would order them into unknown hostile territory without proper support from the larger part of the army. The spy on the Vulcan council had been caught weeks ago so he didn't see any reason for this madness, cursing himself for not asking Jim earlier. He was just as bad as the others when it came to blindly trusting his Captain.
"I sent Pike everything as we left; if he doesn't have an entire regiment ready to come after us by now then he's not the General I though he was," Jim whispered, raising a hand to stop McCoy from continuing.
Now really wasn't the time to be having this argument. He knew it was probably extremely stupid to infiltrate the Romulan base without definite backup, but it was a risk that they had to take. Even Spock agreed with him when they'd gone over the plan before presenting it to the others. It was higher risk to tell the councils what they wanted to do and the time it would take them to give an answer would increase the likely hood of the Romulans catching on and getting the hell out of the solar system taking any proof of their presence with them.
Now they had definite proof of their presence and the data collected would more then likely reveal their involvement in attacks against Earth. Jim wouldn't get marched in front of a firing squad and Earth and Vulcan would be at peace. He would probably get a dishonorable discharge for running a mission without permission, but that was better then being dead.
"Dammit," McCoy muttered under his breath. Heavy boots could be heard pounding against the hard concrete of the floors echoing around the grey, dimly lit corridor.
"Camera," Sulu muttered pointing up to the ceiling and a little round disc attached to it.
"Disabled the surveillance network when I checked the schematics," Jim said, rifle coming up ready to fire at any Romulan's that rounded the corner, "They're as blind as we are."
Sulu nodded, mimicking his Captain's movements; the usual red light was not blinking down at them from the lens of the black disc indicating its inactivity.
They advanced slowly, shooting a pair of Romulans before they could reach for their communicators, keeping eyes and ears on their surroundings, rifles ready.
Jim lead them down a side corridor. veering towards an alternative entrance to the main hanger, knowing Nero would figure out where they were heading. He felt no need to make it easier for him by taking the main route and entering through the main doors designed for defensive measures. The service entrance was smaller and if the schematics were correct, protected by a compound lock, complete with a key swipe. But Jim wasn't too worried about getting past that. The smaller door would give them a better defense against the Romulans attacking them and make it easier to hold back any coming at them from behind once they got into the hanger.
The group darted to get out of the line of fire, Sulu and Scotty taking out another small group of Romulans coming from behind.
"They're startin' to close in," Scotty, checking his rifle, murmured loud enough for Jim to just hear him.
"Almost there," Jim whispered back, taking them down another corridor once they had checked it was clear. They stopped in front of a door, an electronic lock holding it closed. Jim nodded to the others as he went to a knee in front of it. He could trust his platoon to set up a perimeter without a direct order as he fiddled with the lock.
After a few choice curse words and suggestions from Spock the lock clicked, flashing green. Jim moved to the side indicating for the others to do the same, picking up his rifle he'd placed within reach as he assessed the lock. The door swung open silently under his touch, irevealing a vast chamber, ceilings arching away far above them.
When they weren't immediately bombarded with enemy fire, Jim edged around the door-frame, rifle ready. Nothing did as he stepped into the room, eyes cataloging every piece of cover available to them before noting the glowing orb mounted in the center of the room. Romulans surrounded it; none had yet notice the opening of the service door obscured by a wall of stacked crates full of provisions. Then one turned his head slightly, catching Jim's movement out of the corner of his eye and all hell broke loose.
His shout echoed against the high vaulted ceiling, pulling the insurgents attention to their entrance. Jim dived for cover, rifle already taking out the man that had spotted him and the one next to him. Phaser fire ricocheted over his head, scorching the wall behind him. The ear splitting sound reverberated around the hanger as blasts came one after the other.
Finding a good position, the captain laid down cover fire as the rest of his platoon darted into the hanger at a crouch each adding their own fire as they reached the shelter of the crates. He didn't need to prompt Scotty to assess the large orb taking up precedence in the center of the large open space beyond them for its weak points. Once they took the cloaking device out, they could blow this joint.
The Romulans stood their ground, firing rapidly into the crates, phaser blasts burning away at the synthetic material holding supplies and flying over head scorching the walls of the hanger. Sulu dropped to his knees not a moment too soon as a blast singed his hair. The bastards were good shots, but as Chekov took out two pointy-eared bastards in retaliation for the near miss, Jim knew his team was better.
"Surrender now and we will let your soldiers go," called a voice over the din; Nero had entered the fray.
Jim shot another Romulan in answer, "No thanks," he shouted to make sure Nero got his message.
"Scotty," his voice lowered to address his engineer, "Where do we hit that thing?"
"The outter shell is too hard. The generator is the weak point," Scotty replied quickly indicating the lengths of cords streaming away from them, "We cut tha connection ta that we cut tha cloaking."
"Aim for the power cords," Jim ordered Uhura and Sulu, turning his rifle's aim to the cords, finding it difficult to pinpoint the right spot. The rest continued to dish out cover fire, starting to take out the new stream of insurgents marching in through the main hanger doors. They needed to get out soon or they'd be overrun.
The outer casing sizzled as their blasts hit; it was thick military grade, designed to protect the delicate wires inside. Even a phaser rifle blast would take time to cut through it from such a distance.
"We need a better angle!" Jim hissed so his team could hear him over the din, "Spock, you're with me; the rest of you, keep up the cover fire. As soon as you see the cloak go down get out," he ordered, ducking down behind the crates.
"Jim," McCoy hissed back, grabbing his arm. A look from Jim had him drop his hand without another word.
"Let's go," Jim told Spock, setting himself in a crouch as they moved together using the crates as cover. If they could get to the generator and disable or sever the cords, their evac units would work and they could get out of this shit hole.
McCoy watched them go before turning back to his post, shooting at the pointy-eared bastards pinning them down. His friend had just run off with another one of the bloody pointy-eared bastards so he was happy to take a few down and damn his hippocratic oath. Even if it meant nothing since he became an army medic.
Jim ran at a crouch ducking behind another crate, Spock close on his tail moving away from the main cross fire, the Romulans not yet noticing their movement. Sulu and Uhura were still firing sporadically at the power cord to keep their enemies focused on stopping them instead of their captain.
"We must cross 10 meters of open space before we can reach the generator. There is a 96.7% chance we will be spotted before we reach adequate cover," the Vulcan informed him quietly as they paused at the edge of the line of crates.
Another stack was 10 meters in front of them, and by the run of the cords the generator would be just beyond them. They could shoot the cords from where they were but the Romulans would overrun them before they could get through the casing.
"We have to Spock," Jim sighed, arranging his rifle as they got ready to run, "If we can't take the generator out then none of us are getting out of this."
"I am prepared," Spock said in response, muscles relaxing, reading them for their mad dash to the next lot of crates.
"Then lets go," Jim nodded, counting down from three before he broke cover picking speed over stealth as he sprinted for the crates, Spock close on his heels. Two seconds from reaching the safety of the crates, the Vulcan barreled into him, forcing both of them to the floor.
Jim heard something crack as they hit the floor hard, the crates blocking them from the rest of the hanger as phaser fire burnt through the space they had been moments before.
"Shit," Jim swore, rolling up quickly to return fire, "You okay, Spock?" he asked as the Vulcan rose beside him, rifle up and firing at the Romulans that had spotted him.
"I am unharmed," he said, eyes dark as he took out a soldier.
"Good," Jim replied, eyes looking down the side of the crates. He could just make out the corner of the generator behind them, "Keep them covered, I'm going for the generator."
His hand strayed to his belt, checking the casing of his evac unit and the power; it was still working, undamaged in the fall. Turning his attention back to the generator he took out a Romulan moving around it to get at him, then set his rifle to the humming block of metal and glowing rods; A fusion generator, silent and efficient.
Deciding to err on the side of caution, he used the butt of his rifle to break the main connector rods rather then risk an explosion by shooting at it. It only took three tries to dislodge the thing, a deep whine replaced the low hum before the thing fell silent entirely.
"It's out, go now!" Jim snapped into his wrist communicator before joining Spock to draw the fire towards them so the others could beam out safely in pairs.
Phaser fire fell away as his team beamed out and soon all the Romulans attention was focused on them. He could hear a faint cursing over the whine of the weapons fire making Jim smile.
"Our turn, Commander," Jim grinned, reaching for his evac-unit.
"I cannot," Spock spoke quietly, continuing to fire keeping the Romulans at bay for just a little longer.
"What do you mean you can't?" Jim hissed, hand returning to his rifle so he could fire it properly. His eyes darted down to Spock's belt; the casing on his evac-unit was damaged, the tiny light used to indicate its power level was out. It wasn't his unit that had hit the floor it was Spock's. It shouldn't have broken, not under normal circumstances, but they were designed for humans and Spock was Vulcan. Their bodies were denser then any human, the extra weight must have been too much for the stupid little device.
"Shit, I'm not leaving you," the Captain growled, renewing his fire tenfold just to keep the bastards back for a moment longer.
"You must return to your platoon," Spock spoke, his voice even, expression completely blank, "You must take the information we have gathered to the councils."
"Uhura has the spare chip, I'm not leaving you," Jim repeated himself, heart clenching at the thought of leaving the Vulcan behind to fend for himself, to get captured or killed by the crazy Romulans, knowing he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.
"You must," the commander told him dropping his rifle suddenly, reaching for Jim's belt. The captain was too late to stop him from activating his unit. The buzz of the transporter surrounded him affording him one last look at the Vulcan who had taken so much from him, yet given him even more, one last look into the deep recesses of his brown eyes. He recognized then what that look meant.
Realization hit him as his vision turned white, his heart beating frantically in his chest. He was in love with the stupid self-sacrificing pointy-eared hobgoblin. He was in love with Spock.
"Fuck," was the first word from his mouth as he reformed inside the shuttle clutching at empty air.
POSSESSED
The shuttle was claustrophobic when compared to the vast space in the main hanger of the old star fleet base, barely able to fit the two compact transporters and enough seats for the seven of them to strap in. But it wasn't full of hostile Romulan soldiers with big guns.
"Jim what happened? Are you hurt?" McCoy was the first one to speak as Jim pushed to his feet having landed in a crouch; exactly the same position he had been in when Spock had activated his unit. He unclicked his pack and secured it with the others.
He shook his head at the Doctors question, pushing his way forwards to the front of the shuttle where Sulu and Chekov where doing their final flight checks. Uhura came up beside him voice concerned, "Where's Spock?"
"His unit broke," He replied quickly, a series of profanities running around in his head as he tried to process everything that had just happened in the last 60 seconds. Jim motioned for her to be quiet before she could ask another question, his eyes turning to stare out the front windscreen to the glistening white beyond. The wind had picked up since they had trekked across the frozen tundra, the dark clouds once on the horizon where rolling over head casting waves of shadow across the ice, blurring the line between ice and sky.
Sulu and Chekov where looking to him expectant, waiting for the order to take off. The longer they stayed idling the more likely it would be for the Romulan ship to find them. When the ship was, for all intents and purposes shut down, it was virtually invisible to almost the same effect as the cloaking device. It could only be found if you actually walked by it. When all the systems where switched on, the shuttle became visible to anyone with in radar range and an easy target when not in flight. Which meant he had to make a decision and quickly.
"Fuck," Jim swore under his breath, blue eyes slamming shut. His platoon he knew were looking at him in concern, waiting for him to say something and knowing if he didn't they would have to act without his say so.
"Get us in the air," Jim ordered. They would have more maneuverability that way rather then be sitting ducks. He was tempted to run, rendezvous with the fleet Pike would have sent. They could watch as the Romulans where blown to kingdom come and Jim could go back to the way things were, where his heart didn't screw with him. It didn't matter that a Vulcan, one that captured him, raped him and kept him prisoner, would die with them. At least it wouldn't have mattered 9 months ago, before the Vulcan became Spock, the amazingly compassionate, stoic, and loyal man Jim had ever met and the man that had just sacrificed his life for him.
"Fuck!" he swore again, slamming a hand against the top of Chekov's chair, making the navigator jump. Jim swung around to face the three behind him, "I need to get on that ship," he told them. He couldn't run and leave Spock to those bastards; he would get his Vulcan back or die trying.
"Why the hell do you need to do that?" McCoy pulling his tricorder to check his Captain wasn't crazy. He had been frantic when Jim hadn't beamed aboard straight after them, thinking the bloody Vulcan had betrayed them and taken Jim prisoner again. He was almost glad the elf hadn't made if back , would have been if Jim's eyes hadn't been bright with unshed tears as he grasped at empty air crouched over the pad.
"That's the most likely place they would have taken Spock when they took him prisoner now that their base has been compromised," Jim explained eyes turning to Scotty.
"You can't be sure he's still alive," Uhura spoke, her voice betraying how frightened she was for Spock's life.
"He was alive when I left and he'd put down his weapon," Jim explained to them, "And I'm pretty sure Nero would want to take him alive find out what we were doing in the base and what we took."
"And if he didn't?" McCoy prompted, making sure his friend understood the ramification if he did what he was thinking.
"Then I can at least sabotage their ship bring it down from the inside," He sighed; they were losing precious time while they had this stupid argument, "Scotty can you get me on to that ship?" Jim asked the engineer stopping the doctor from pushing further.
"Aye it's possible," Scotty replied his voice soft, wary at Jim's plan, knowing it could be suicide to beam one man onto an unfamiliar enemy ship.
"Good," Jim nodded swinging back around to address the pilot, "Sulu get us into orbit and locate that ship, it's around somewhere. Then get as close as you can outside of their weapons range. Once I'm aboard, get out of there and rendezvous with the fleet. If I haven't contacted you within an hour make sure Pike blows em' to pieces."
"Sir," Sulu exclaimed before McCoy cut him off with his own protests, "The hell are you thinking Jim, you want to be blown up?! You can't go in their alone!"
"It's a risk I have to take and alone I stand a better chance of moving around undetected," Jim said, not turning back to look at the Doctor, his gaze instead fixed on the surface of the planet as it slipped away the clouds quickly obscuring it as they rose higher into the atmosphere.
"Scotty get the transporter ready," he ordered, not interested in further argument.
"Aye, sir," Scotty replied, voice reluctant as Jim heard him shuffle towards the back of the shuttle and cabinets click open, the engineer gathering his tools.
They'd reached the stratosphere when the console chirped.
"Incoming message, sir" Chekov said looking a little apprehensive, speaker bud in his ear as he listened to whoever was on the line, "It's the General, Keptain, General Pike. He does not sound pleased."
"Put him on speaker," Jim said taking a deep breath. He knew he was about to get a dressing down. Pike would be furious having to find out about Jim's little expedition through instant message.
"Report Captain," Pike's voice came over the speakers, it was stained with an under current of constrained fury. The lack of pleasantries confirmed how pissed off he really was. The background noise they could make out meant, subordinates on the bridge of a ship surrounded the General.
Jim sighed internally; Pike being around others that were not fully aware of the mission meant he would be spared for now, "General," he greeted, keeping his voice even; there was no need to antagonize Pike any further then he already had, "Our reconnaissance mission was interrupted by insurgents, but we managed to access their computer data base and pull their files. The data is encrypted, however Lieutenant Uhura is confident she will be able to decode it. We disabled the cloaking device and evacuated. Commander Spock's evac-unit was damaged in the cross fire between the Romulan and ourselves and was not able to beam out," he summarized their mission as quickly and as precisely as possible.
"You have proof?" Pike asked, Jim knowing exactly what he was asking him. The channel they were using wasn't completely secure so no details would be mentioned.
"Yes, sir," He replied, hand gripping the back of Sulu's chair, "We do."
"Good, rendezvous with the fleet. Coordinates will be sent to you," Pike ordered them, "I will expect a full report when you arrive."
"Have you located the Romulan Ship?" Jim asked, understanding that Pike had organized a whole fleet of Earth fighters, which were ready and waiting for further orders.
"We have used your scanner calibration and located the Romulan ship," the General informed them, "It will be engaged when I receive the appropriate orders."
Jim cringed at Generals carefully chosen word's; Pike was definitely pissed, which made his next request all that more difficult, "I have reason to believe Commander Spock has been taken captive by the Romulan insurgents. With your permission I would like to retrieve him."
"Permission denied," Pike growled, anger in his voice making the electronic quality of the speakers more prominent, "You will return to the fleet, am I clear?"
"Yes sir, my platoon will rendezvous with the fleet to hand of the data we have collected," Jim told him, hoping Pike didn't pick up on his wording.
"We will be expecting you soon, Pike out," the General finished, satisfied the conversation was over and cut the connection.
"Jim," McCoy said as the Captain dropped his hand from the back of Sulu's chair, bringing it to rub at his face in frustration.
The hand fell as he turned, Scotty had stopped work when Pike had started to speak, "My previous orders still stand, Scotty have you finished with the transporter?"
"Give me another 20 minutes," the engineer requested, quickly picking up his tools, once again focusing on his work.
"The Romulan ship is orbiting de planet. On the dark side now. The fleet is 40,000 par out forming a perimeter," Chekov said hastily, his hands running over his controls as Jim blue eyes fixed on him.
"Good, set course for the Romulan ship," Jim said slipping past a barely restrained McCoy and silent Uhura, telling them to strap in. They did reluctantly, worried for their Captain's sanity who crouched down beside Scotty's tool box picking up one of his calibration tools. Taking it to his own seat he pulled his evac-device from his belt directing the tool at it.
POSSESSED
AN: ok ok another cliffy, but just so you know I had planned this story to be 9 chapters plus an epilogue. Obviously I'm terrible at planning stories and my writing has a tendency to get away from me. Does mean more for you guys though :P
Downside, the reason I wanted it to only be the 9 chapters was because I wanted to finish it during my break. Now I have started my final semester of uni, which for me means writing my thesis. And as I have confirmed in just this first week of properly working on it, it takes up all of my time. So that means very little left to write my story. Don't worry, I will finish this and I am very determined. It only means the next chapters will take longer to publish. So I'm sorry for that.
Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter and have not noticed the giant plot hole I just discovered and will address in a later chapter. 10 points to anyone that's spotted it :P
And yes Spock was captured again, but hey Jim's my hero in this and I wanted to change it up a little by not having him held hostage or kidnapped as he always seems to be in stories. I've even written some of them lol. :D
And to HyenaGreyScale, you are awesome, thanks for continuing to be a great beta :D
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