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A/N: soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for the lack of update! I have been internetless for like two weeks or something (I think?) and its been hell -_- so for all you amazing readers out there don't hate me and I haven't abandoned the story!
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"Ok…what's your favourite colour?" Jim asked the first officer, occasionally brushing their hands together.
The two had been walking all morning in an attempt to find somewhere they could hide since the cave was no longer an option, heading toward the same tree they had used on their first night. Pausing for lunch, they now found themselves in a rare clearing.
"I do not have a favourite colour as that would suggest an illogical preference. All colours have a purpose so I neither 'like' nor 'dislike' any," Spock replied in his super Vulcan voice. Jim rolled his eyes.
"Ok, well if you had to randomly choose a colour for the purpose of choosing a colour which colour would you choose?" Spock raised an eyebrow at him in amusement.
"Blue."
"Ah. For science?" he guessed, and the Vulcan glanced at him.
"Perhaps," he said cryptically, and Jim sighed. Damn convoluted Vulcans.
"Ok your turn I guess," Jim said somewhat flatly.
In an attempt to alleviate the boredom (that apparently only Jim felt) they had begun to ask each other random questions about anything they didn't already know.
"Do you show an illogical preference to any creature in particular?"
Jim hid his surprise. Spock's questions were usually unnecessarily complicated and completely random ("Jim, what is your scientific opinion of Ensign Schwargeoff's hypothesis, submitted two point three weeks ago in regards to…"), so hearing a basic question was like a breath of fresh air.
"Hmmm…probably a dog, you know 'cos they're so loyal and all. I had one growing up," he added, smiling easily. "Her name was Ruby, she wasn't a pedigree or anything but that never mattered to me anyway," Jim trailed off.
"What about you?"
"I had a pet sehlat as a child by the name of I-Chaya," Spock replied.
"What's a sehlat?"
"A large Vulcan mammal not unlike a teddy bear."
"Naw little Spock had a teddy!"
"…his fangs were six inches long," the Vulcan said drily and Jim paled.
Note to self: Vulcan kids are hardcore.
He blinked in surprise as a hummingbird like creature hovered in front of their faces, regarding a nest of large purple ants.
Its plumage was a plethora of colour, blue, orange, pink, yellow and red adorning its feathers. It's six eyes watched them with interest.
"Fascinating," Spock murmured, and Jim smiled, grasping the Vulcan's hand.
Some things never changed.
He was brought out of his musings as the ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, and Jim stared at Spock in horror.
"Dammit why now?!" Jim growled as he turned to run again.
Spock stayed where he was, regarding the bird and the ants critically. The smashing grew louder and a terrifying roar ripped through the air.
"Spock!" Jim hissed, shaking his arm. The Vulcan said nothing, staring fixedly at the animals.
The soil began to vibrate and Jim could hear the snapping and snarling of the creature's two heads.
"Jim, the fauna are not reacting," Spock said finally, gazing up at Jim.
"What?!" he snapped, wondering how in the hell they had time for this.
"They are not reacting. Thus it is safe to assume-" he was cut off by an ear splitting shriek, as the monster finally burst through the overgrowth.
Jim stood frozen beside his first officer as the beast stopped directly in front of them, towering over them as it gnashed both sets of teeth together. Its tail whipped back and forth, spines glistening and glossy black scales quivering.
Both sets of nostrils snorted loudly before it lowered its heads, wickedly sharp teeth longer than Jim's arm parted in a deafening roar.
He knew his face was devoid of all colour but Jim refused to run, reaching out a hand to take Spock's.
Spock who stared defiantly up at the curved teeth.
"You are not real. Show yourself," he demanded, voice monotone and face impassive.
The creature's tail whipped in front of them, stopping centimetres from Spock's face.
"I do not wish to repeat myself."
Jim gasped as the creatures form seemed to fold in on itself, thick black smoke billowing outwards before spinning into a circle and crashing to the ground. As the smoke spewed out over the forest floor, the sound of slow clapping reached their ears.
A figure casually strolled toward them, dressed in a pin stripe suit and sunglasses. Blonde, unruly hair spiked up in all angles as he grinned at them wolfishly.
"Well done, that was awesome. Jimmy looks like he wants to piss his pants but Spock over here is cool as a cucumber!" he exclaimed in a cheery voice, and Jim frowned.
"Just who the hell are you?" he demanded, and the strange man feigned looking over his shoulder before pointing at himself questioningly.
"Oh Jimmy you don't remember me?" he asked in shock, and Spock glanced at Jim questioningly. He sent the Vulcan a shrug.
"Answer the question. Who are you?"
The man pouted.
"If you don't start playing nice Jimmy, I may start to think that you're not my friend. If you're not my friend, well that makes you…" he trailed off, and a vine from behind them whipped Jim across the back.
Falling to his knees, Jim gasped in shock as he fought not to cry out as the vine broke the skin. Spock knelt by his side in concern, helping him back to his feet before fixing the man with a murderous glare.
"You may not remember, but we met once before when you guys were huddling up in your 'love cave'," he continued pleasantly, and memories of last night flashed behind Jim's eyes.
Memories of a man beckoning him, a desire so powerful he was ready to step off the ledge.
Of needing to see behind those glasses…
The captain's eyes glazed over.
The man snorted with laughter before clicking his fingers, Jim's eyes cleared at the sound.
"I suggest you pay attention sweetheart," he said with a smirk.
"What the…you were the one last night!" Jim exclaimed, reaching for the phaser that wasn't at his hip in an unconscious movement.
"Wow, your deductive skills are impressive," he said drily, and Jim clenched his jaw.
"Explain. Now," Spock ordered, stepping in front of his captain.
The suited man heaved a long suffering sigh, straightening his suit with a flick of the material.
"Oh come on, you don't need me to connect all the dots right? I thought you Vulcan's were clever?" he added, inspecting his fingernails.
Spock's eyes narrowed a fraction before he threw himself forward; faster than Jim had thought possible.
Launching a kick towards the blonde, Spock gasped softly as his leg passed straight through the other's body in a parting of smoke.
A large vine smashed into the Vulcan's stomach, lifting him off his feet and throwing him across the clearing. Recovering quickly, he rolled to his feet and darted back to Jim's side.
"What the hell?" Jim muttered, as the blonde across from them grinned.
"Did I forget to mention the part where I feed off psy energy?"
Spock's eyebrows rose to his hairline as all the pieces fell into place. At the same time a slight tugging sensation pulled at the back of his mind.
His shields, he realised. They hadn't fully recovered because they had been under constant attack- a subtle almost unnoticeable drain over time.
The fact he felt it at all was simply because this man allowed it.
The man in question yawned, stretching his arms over his head lazily. Both Starfleet officers tensed at the movement.
"I so wish you had been a little less clever though Spock; I love games. You two have been the most fun I have had in a long time- did you like that act with your mum? I thought it added an element-"
"That was you?!" Jim snarled, thunderous expression on his face. "I'm not asking again; who the fuck are you?" Spock placed a hand on his arm in warning as the blonde rose his eyebrows.
"Ugh I always hate this part- 'who are you', 'why are you doing this?', 'spare me please!'" he cried in mock terror, clasping his hands in front of him. Straightening, he adjusted his glasses.
"A name is a very powerful thing. It gives something an identity, a category. It is proof of existence. It allows others to understand who we are, allows them to have power over us," at this he paused, a wicked grin on his face.
"Jimmy, I shrugged off those shackles a long time ago!"
Beside him Spock tensed as the plant life around them began to writhe, changing colour from pale pinks and yellows to vibrant shades of red and purple.
"I do this because I want to! There is no hidden motive- no grand desire to hide behind. I meddle with your tiny lives because I'm BORED!" he shrieked the last word as the plant life advanced on them, vines flowing across the ground like water.
The pair ducked and weaved, Spock snapping the vegetation and Jim doing his best to just not get tangled, the blur of red and purple vines almost too fast to dodge.
Jumping back, a red vine shot out in front of the captain to tangle around his ankle. Before he had the chance to struggle a black clad arm quickly snapped through the plant as Spock continued to destroy them with enviable ease.
"Well that's not fair," the man murmured, glancing around the clearing with a pout. Shrugging, he lifted a wickedly curved dagger from within the suit, throwing it amidst the struggle casually, and Jim felt it graze his cheek as it slammed into the bark of a tree behind him.
"Oh no I missed," he murmured with a frown, and Jim snatched up the blade quickly. Spock barely caught on to the small exchange, surrounded almost completely by plants. Lashing out with the knife, Jim hacked and slashed at the bright colours.
Moments later the two officers stood shoulder to shoulder, cuts and bruises decorating their bodies as they stood knee deep in dead flora.
Jim frowned, glancing from side to side cautiously, dagger still clenched in an aggressive stance. That had felt almost too easy…and Jim always trusted his gut feeling. The man took a few steps closer and the captain felt his first officer tense beside him.
The blonde opposite them lifted a black shoe, gingerly stepping over dead leaves and undergrowth to pause several meters in front of them.
"Well this was fun and all guys; really it was the most fun I've had in hundreds of years. Sadly though all good things must come to an end," he trailed off with a sigh. Spock pushed Jim back slightly with his shoulder as the man raised one hand.
Slowly, he took off his glasses, carefully folding them before sticking them in the front pocket of his pants. Taking a deep breath, the man opened his eyes to reveal a deep charcoal colour.
Jim's own cerulean widened before becoming vacant, glazing over as the world faded away.
Spock glared at the man opposite, waiting for the attack that was sure to come. When nothing happened, he risked a glance at the captain beside him.
Lifeless eyes stared straight ahead, and Spock tensed.
"Guess it doesn't work on Vulcans…" the man murmured sulkily, before shrugging.
"Explain," Spock said in monotone, and the suited man chuckled.
"I dunno, I can sense your thoughts but I can't seem to flick the autopilot. Maybe it's the touch telepath thing? Meh, doesn't matter," he said in a bored tone, flicking his wrist minutely.
Spock rushed forward in a fast movement, lashing out at the figure in front of him.
Without blinking the man stepped to the side easily, dodging the Vulcan's barrage of punches and kicks.
"Do your thing Jimmy!" he called.
Spock spun around just as Jim plunged the blade through his own chest.
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A/N hehe I love a cliffy ^^ so I was quite nervous about Mr OC in this chappie so let me know what you think. A lot of why he's such an asshat will be explained next time. Usually I hate OCs but…meh
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