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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS PRETTY HARDCORE- IVE EVEN PUT THIS IN CAPS TO EMPHASISE JUST HOW INTENSE THIS CHAPTER WILL BE! Ok well it's not that bad but there is mention of genocide and violence. Pretty much no humour at all :/ So yeah…carry on….
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The first thing Jim noticed was the cold.
A bone deep chill seemed to set in and he wondered sluggishly what happened. He was on the ground; that much he knew. Coughing wetly, he could taste the sharp metallic flavour of blood in his mouth.
Vision swimming, Jim slowly opened his eyes. Nausea rose in his chest for a moment as everything appeared to swirl together, the bright colours of the jungle and something darker. A moment later, wide brown eyes came into focus.
Spock…
His ears rang, drowning out the Vulcan's words. Spock's eyes were alight with panic, darting from Jim's face to his chest. The blonde shivered and the Vulcan pressed a hand to his forehead.
Dimly, Jim noticed the hand was drenched in something red.
"Jim, can you hear me?" Spock spoke quickly but evenly, reigning in his anxiety. He glanced around for a moment before peeling off his black undershirt and pressing it to the wound in the young captain's chest. Dark red seeped over his fingers as the injury continued to bleed steadily.
Cerulean blinked up at him slowly and the Vulcan tried to quash the panic clawing its way up his throat.
"T'hy'la…" the blonde sighed, coughing thickly as more red sprayed from his lips. The Vulcan above him froze, staring down at him with an unreadable expression.
"You…you never…told me…what it means…" Jim gasped out, face far too white. Spock's hands shook as he brushed some of the blood from the other's lips.
Grasping his captain's hand and pressing their foreheads together, Spock shuddered.
"More than a friend…more than a brother…" Spock whispered, pressing his lips to Jim's. A rogue tear slid down his cheek.
"More than a lover…It means you must stay awake."
Jim could feel the tremble in the Vulcan's frame, and he smiled up at him.
"I..I like it…" he murmured weakly, eyes sliding closed.
"Jim it is imperative you stay awake."
The blonde gazed up at the Vulcan, eyes open only a sliver. The love and adoration Spock saw in those misted over depths lay waste to the last of his resolve.
"Please," Spock begged, anguish leaving a lump in his throat. The dying man beneath him smiled softly, fingertips brushing the Vulcan's in a weak kiss.
"I'm…really glad I met you…my t'hy'la…" Jim breathed, drinking in Spock's grief stricken features before his eyes slid closed.
"Jim!" Spock cried in terror, not bothering to hide the emotions he felt would drown him.
Gently the Vulcan shook the ashen blonde.
"Answer me…you must-" he choked on his words as grief seemed to close up his throat. Shaking he pressed his lips to the still ones beneath him, tears sliding from his closed eyes.
"Please just answer me…" he whispered brokenly to the too pale human beneath him.
Jim didn't move.
I have lost him...Jim is gone…my t'hy'la…Spock's thoughts numbly spiralled, hands shaking as they clutched Jim's.
Slow clapping reached his ears and Spock's head slowly raised.
The man in the suit walked forward, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye with a grin.
"Don't you just hate it when a story has a sad ending," he called to the motionless Vulcan. Spock's body stopped shaking, hot purpose burning through him.
Every nerve end in his body burned with a thirst for this man's blood.
Snarling, Spock launched himself towards the suited man once more, lashing out as quickly as possible. Each time the man dodged, shifting his footing only slightly so he barely moved out of the way.
The man threw back his head and laughed, almost hysterically. He struck out a second later with a vicious kick that threw the Vulcan backwards. The man wolf whistled.
"That's a good look for you Spocky, no shirt and all that emotion across your face. Doesn't it just set you all aquiver?" he called, rubbing his hands over his arms briskly.
Spock growled and threw himself at the man, lashing out again and again before being kicked or punched aside.
Gritting his teeth, Spock willed himself to calm down. If he were to have revenge, he would need to be logical.
Loving you is logical, his own voice from the other night filtered through his mind, accompanied by a sharp pang of agony through his heart.
"You will pay for what you have done," he promised, vehemence burning his words as the blonde raised his eyebrows.
The two continued their dance as Spock threw kicks and punches while the other simply dodged, only a few centimetres between them.
"Good luck with that," the blonde snorted, continuing to step around the Vulcan.
He whipped out a fast kick as Spock dodged to the left, finally completely focused.
The man opposite him raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Well that's a new one, touché Mr Spock. You mustn't be all that sad if you can concentrate like that hmm?" he taunted, and Spock smothered the spike of fury.
"And Jimmy is- uhh sorry was- so gone for you too," he continued, faking disappointment.
Spock clenched his teeth, focusing all his years of mental training to keep the blank façade. Feigning a kick, the man dodged accordingly, stepping just a foot closer to the Vulcan.
"I wonder…what would your mother say?" he snickered as his features swam for a moment, engulfed completely in smoke. Spock quickly darted back, shock making him pause.
Large chocolate eyes stared at him as she stepped forward, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear in a familiar movement. Spock took another step back.
"Enough. You have nothing to gain from these illogical games, I know you are not her," the Vulcan said stiffly, dropping into a defensive stance.
The woman said nothing, just continued walking forward calmly.
Spock stood his ground stubbornly, refusing to move as the woman (he would not refer to her as his mother) stopped less than a meter in front of him. Slowly she shook her head.
"You couldn't save me," she whispered, eyes misting over. Spock shook slightly, hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"You are not her."
"You let me die," she continued, voice filled with sorrow. Slowly she inched forward.
"I did not let her die, I-" Spock was cut off as she seized him by the throat, lifting him up off the ground and against the back of a tree. He grabbed at the small hands around his neck in an iron grip.
"You watched me fall," she said lowly, eyes narrowing and hand still around his throat.
Spots danced over Spock's vision as his chest burned for oxygen.
"Anyone who loves you dies," she hissed, and with a wordless snarl he twisted viciously, kicking off the tree behind him to break her hold.
"Someone like you would not know nor understand love," he spat, and her form dissolved into ash.
The man reappeared behind him, breath ghosting across Spock's bare shoulder.
"Love is weakness- it's a chink in the armour."
The Vulcan twisted around, almost nose to nose with the blonde. Charcoal eyes narrowed.
"It is, by its own definition, illogical, wouldn't you say Spock?" The Vulcan nodded, and the man stared at him in surprise.
"And that is why it is logical," Spock said firmly. The blonde raised his eyebrows .
"That doesn't make any-" he was cut off as Spock launched himself at the man, pinning him to the ground.
They struggled for a few moments before the first officer grabbed the other's throat. Staring down at the blonde below he gasped as wide cerulean stared back.
His hold loosened enough for the other to break it, rolling across to pin him on his back.
Roughish grin in place, not-Jim leaned over him.
"You could've saved me too Spock," he said conversationally, hand cupping the Vulcan's cheek. Spock said nothing, frozen beneath him. The blonde leaned forward, lips an inch from the brunette's as his hands closed over his windpipe.
"Love is pain and betrayal Spock, it's something enemies exploit," he continued against the other's lips as Spock gasped for air.
ThisisnotJimthisisnotJimthisisnotJim-
"I died…because you love me," he whispered.
THIS IS NOT JIM!
Not wasting any time, Spock slammed his hand to the other's meld points.
"What the-" he cried in real shock, blue eyes wide as Spock tore through his shields viciously.
The hands around his neck let go as if burned, blue eyes turning to horror filled grey.
The bright colours of the jungle fell away as the Vulcan entered the man's mind, intent on doing as much damage as possible. It appeared after so many years of offensive mental tactics the blonde's shielding was only mediocre, a testament to the man's arrogance.
He stood in a black void, body made of white light as he briefly examined the man's mind.
He cannot read surface thoughts, rather fears buried in the subconscious…fascinating, he thought to himself briefly before plunging straight in, tearing through memory after memory.
A small blonde boy (looking to be roughly six years old) covered in dirt and clad only in rags crouched in a small cage, knees drawn up under his chin defensively. A red orb on the front of the bars pulsed with light occasionally as it drained him of psy energy.
A small ginger haired girl knelt by the front of his cage, looking nervously left and right. Carefully she passed several small berries through the bars.
"What's your name?" the girl whispered curiously. The boy glared, looking away from her.
"M-my name is Becca," she tried again, still holding out the berries.
Grey eyes locked with green as the child seemed to contemplate something.
After a moment the boy snatched them greedily, shovelling them into his mouth like he was starved. Taking in the child's bony structure, Spock realised he probably was.
"…Zac..Zachariah…" the boy rasped, not used to using his voice. The girl smiled warmly.
Pushing his way through, the Vulcan found himself in another memory.
Voices filtered through a vent where the (now 10 year old) boy hid, crouching close to the grate.
"…far too powerful. We must not allow him to escape, he could be the end of us all," a masculine voice murmured from below. A moment later the air vent creaked loudly and the boy gasped in terror, attempting to crawl away.
A hand curled around his ankle and he was pulled forcibly from the grate, snarling and screaming like a wild thing.
The girl from before watched him sadly from behind an elderly man's legs.
Another memory, this time a 12 year old throwing things around a prison cell with his mind.
"I'm BORED!" he screamed loudly, destroying everything in the room. The guards outside stared wide eyed as he pummelled the clear aluminium of his cell, slamming it again and again with his powers. The girl from earlier stared at him, emerald eyes wide in fear.
The little red orb strapped to the front broke with a splintering crack.
"BORED BORED BORED BORED-"
A 16 year old now stood before him, shattering the clear screen with a thunderous expression. A guard crawled backwards in terror, as the slim young man knelt in front of him.
"I'm sorry I think I misheard you; let's try one more time," he said cheerily, expression instantly becoming almost friendly. The man whimpered as he slid up the wall, clutching at his throat.
The boy clasped both hands behind his back, smiling brightly.
"Where is she again?"
The guard gasped for breath, and the invisible chokehold loosened enough for him to gulp in air greedily.
"Please, don't hurt me I have a little boy at-" the man was cut off as he was slammed harder into the wall.
"Where. Is. She?" he spoke slowly, stepping forward. The man's eyes were wide with terror.
"She-she's…she was arrested-" the guard gave a gurgled cry as his head was snapped to the side, body sliding lifelessly to the floor.
One by one all the objects in the room began to float upwards, spinning slowly.
Spock pushed deeper, irreparably shredding into the warped mind like barbed wire. The next memories were filled with blood and screams, bodies everywhere he turned.
The girl (now a teenager) shrank away from Zachariah's blood spattered hands.
"What have you done?" she whispered in horror, flinching as the boy stroked her cheek, smearing her white skin with crimson.
"I fixed it, Becca. I fixed it," he breathed, utterly ecstatic. Blinking back tears, Becca shook her head.
"No. N-not like this, Zach," she gasped between the sobs now wracking her body, green eyes filled with tears. Charcoal eyes narrowed.
"They deserve it- do you have any idea how many years I was locked away, how long I spent praying for a way out? At six years old I wanted to die. And then you came along, the only one I've ever loved and now they want to take you away?"
"You shouldn't have-"
"They were going to kill you Becca, I SAVED YOU!" he snapped, stepping forward to kiss her roughly.
Slapping him, the young woman stepped back against the wall, raising her hand as she tried to hit him with her own power.
A dark rage filled him as her attack swatted weakly against him.
"You-you are exactly who they said you would become…" she whispered, standing her ground as he advanced on her.
"And what, praytell, would that be?" he asked, rising his eyebrows and pulling a glinting blade from his jacket.
"A…a monster…" she said lowly, voice thick with fear.
Grey eyes glared coldly as he stabbed her through the abdomen. Gasping, the red haired girl slid down the wall, eyes wide in disbelief.
"You are just like the others."
"Zachariah…" she breathed, eyes turning glassy and lifeless.
Staring down at the small prone form, the boy frowned.
"Zachariah doesn't exist," he spat, turning away.
Each memory afterwards was equally filled with gore and horror- driven mad the man murdered every sentient life form on the small planet, destroying buildings and using his powers to create dense jungle.
Spock continued to tear at the already tattered mind, as years of memories passed in a blur. After almost two centuries the man, once Zachariah, was almost completely psy energy, his mind held together by the weakest of threads.
Standing in front of this final thread, Spock thought of all the pain and bloodshed this man had caused.
The guard, begging for his life.
The woman Becca, defiantly standing her ground.
The countless others whose lives had been thoughtlessly snuffed out.
His Jim, his t'hy'la, cerulean eyes sliding closed.
Without hesitation, Spock snapped the final thread.
Suddenly the world was a blur of colour as he found himself back in his own body, the blonde man above him shrieking and grabbing at his hair.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" he screamed, agony covering his features. Slowly Spock shuffled to his feet, grabbing the man by his unkempt blonde hair and pulling sharply backwards so the wide grey eyes locked with his own.
Eyes black with rage and voice barely a whisper, Spock leaned forward.
"I said you would pay."
The man stared up at him in shock and horror as his body began to flake away, skin curling as he screamed.
The plant life that surrounded him began to turn a dull blue, wilting and dying as the man crumbled away to ash before his eyes.
Turning away, the enormity of what he had just done hit Spock in a rush of fatigue as he fell to his knees.
Slowly, he shuffled across to where Jim lay, reaching out shaking fingertips to touch Jim's wrist. As his vision began to black out and the golden glow of a transporter surrounded them, Spock could have sworn he felt a weak pulse.
And then he knew no more.
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A/N soooooo…yeahhhh… :S Hell hath no fury like a Spock scorned :P
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…wasn't entirely happy with this one (I had wicked writer's block) but eh let me know anyway ^^*
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