Green Blooded Hobgoblin
xStarletx
A/N: Here we are chapter 9, I have up to chapter 11 finished, so review and I'll post quicker. I'm going up to the cottage for three days, so I'm leaving today and I'll be back Friday, surprise me with lots of Reviews peoples! I'll probably have finished two or three more chapters since I'll be up there typing whilst drunk. The moral of this story? REVIEW!
Chapter 9
Spock avoided Teresa and Kirk the best he could. Which was difficult. The ship was only so big.
Spock knew he wasn't being logical. This whole situation shouldn't be bothering him at all.
But it did, and with the way he was behaving the only logical conclusion was that he wasn't being logical at all.
As a result he was angry. All of the time, at Teresa, at Jim, but mostly himself. He hated that she could make him feel emotions that he didn't want to acknowledge.
He didn't know how Jim did it, but he managed to get Teresa to attend the school aboard the ship and she was actually participating, not talking to anyone of course, but actually participating.
What the hell did Jim have over him?
"Alright Teresa, uh, Teresa, Teresa? Teresa? TERESA!" Jim screamed. The girl stopped bouncing around the room to look at him. He sighed. How the hell had Spock controlled her?
"Sit down please." He ordered. She frowned but obeyed, she was fidgeting already.
"Did you finish your homework?" He asked, Teresa was bouncing in her seat. For someone so quiet she had a lot of energy.
"Yes."
"How about your chores?"
"You didn't give me chores."
"Yes I did."
"No you didn't!"
"I told you to clean your room!"
"It's your mess!"
Jim sighed. How did Spock not go crazy?
"Ok. Teresa. Let's try this again. Can you clean your quarters?" Jim asked.
"But it's your mess!" Teresa argued. Jim roared with anger, he was just so frustrated. He stomped out of the room and came face to face with Spock who was just staring at him blankly. Jim glowered.
"What do you want pointy ears?" He asked.
"She doesn't respond well to yelling."
"How would you know? You never spent that much time with her!" Jim bellowed. Spock's eyebrow raised up. Jim stormed down the hall he needed a drink. A good old fashioned drink, and a woman, not one with green hair, pink eyes and a short attention span.
Teresa crept out of her quarters, she had heard Spock outside. She found him a little ways away looking over something on his hand held data board.
"Spock." She murmured lightly. He turned, surprise etched on his features. Teresa wondered if he was still mad at her.
"Yes, Teresa, what is it?" He asked. Teresa tightened her hold around the books in her arms.
"I need help with my advanced math." She told him.
"How advanced are you?" Spock asked, he was unaware that the scientists had given her math work, they usually just tried to get her to talk. He flipped open the book, the equations were long and complicated, things he hadn't even learned until he himself was her age, and he was a Vulcan.
"Who taught you how to do this?" He asked.
"Damian. I was advanced everything on Canolian." Teresa responded. Spock paused.
"Who is Damian?" He asked, Teresa stopped and fell silent. Spock waited for an answer but it never came.
"Of course I'll help you." He sighed. Though silently he was very happy that Teresa found Jim too incompetent to help her with her work.
He sat at the sowing table attempting to fit the pieces back together. The first attempt had been shoddy, so he had no other choice but to make her a new one.
It wasn't turning out so good, but it was better than anything else he'd made in this stupid class. Why was he taking home-ec anyways? It's not like he was ever going to have a family to take care of.
"What are you making Damian?" The teacher asked. Damian showered her the stuffed dog, he was still filling it with fluff, then he'd sow the black button eyes on, maybe even make a collar.
"A child's toy?" She asked. Damian nodded.
"That is not the project I gave you." She told him.
"Oh I finished that, this is just cause I was – uh – bored." He lied. She nodded.
"Not that bad, though I don't know why you'd make a child's toy, you'll never have a child." She told him. Damian winced at the jab, not even the teachers were above teasing him, though you'd think they would be. Damian did his best to ignore them, he went back to the toy he was making.
That girl was still on his mind, everything about her, from her vibrant pink eyes to her short mop like light green hair. She was small and fragile looking, and though just thinking about what those boys had done to her and probably would have done worse had he not intervened in time should have made him angry it didn't.
He still felt oddly calm, and at peace. It was strange. He liked it.
He wondered why she affected him so. He had watched the small girl run up the hill wondering if she had a death wish. He noticed the boys trailing her too.
To be honest he had noticed her before she got to the hill, he noticed her across the field, this little blur of green running as fast as her legs could carry her towards him. His heart had lifted in that moment, with the sudden urge to jump down and run to her. He hadn't though, he thought the utter idea was preposterous.
He hadn't planned on helping her, but he couldn't help it. She was defenseless, they took her toy, they pushed her down, and she hadn't said a word. Not a single word.
He relished in the boys fears when he jumped down from his perch. And when she looked at him, it wasn't with fear but one of curiosity. He knew then that she had no idea who he was, she was new in the area.
She had blinked her big watering pink eyes at him, and Damian had to force himself to look away from her. He had glared at the boys and they had scattered like leaves in the wind. He looked down to her, she only came up to his stomach. She was fearful all of a sudden, and he was angry, hurt, disappointed even.
She looked at him like everyone else did. Like he was a monster.
Damian growled. He was a monster. He looked down to the toy he was making, the eyes were off center and it was stuffed oddly. He had created a monster too. Damian dropped his head to his desk groaning.
He was a monster and a failure.
He heard the whispers of everyone else around him. This was odd behavior for him. He was breaking right in front of them, showing weakness.
Damian lifted his head and willed himself to be strong. He'd finish this doll, she'd love it, she'd love him, or at least like him, and everything would be ok.
Damian dropped his head to his desk again.
He was pathetic.
Teresa waited by herself, she held onto her book bag tightly, the last time she hadn't watched it, it had disappeared. She found it the next day, the contents taken out and ripped apart and the bag itself had been rendered useless.
She listened to the hubbub around her, trying to listen for any signs that someone was approaching behind her, maybe to do her some harm before her parents arrived. She was also watching the crowd, making sure that the others beside her or walking past her weren't going to try something.
Suddenly there wasn't anyone around her at all. Teresa was concerned for a little bit. She turned around, wondering if one the boys were going to throw something messy at her. She wouldn't put it past them.
She was surprised to find the boy from the tree behind her again. She looked up at him wondering what he wanted.
He regarded her silently, Teresa wondered if he was going to pick on her too. He turned his mossy green eyes away from hers, his hand traveling into his own book bag. When the reappeared they were holding a crude stuffed toy.
He offered it to her. Teresa eyed it carefully. Had he made this for her? Was this a trick? Was that a dog?
Teresa noticed that his hands were shaking and that there were scabs on his knuckles, as if he had hit them on something.
She looked to the toy, it wasn't very well made, she could tell he had put his heart and soul into it though, she didn't know how. She looked up to him, his eyes had darkened considerably. He took away the toy he offered, his lip had curled into a sneer. He turned to walk away from her, Teresa gasped.
He couldn't walk away from her.
Teresa chased after him, her small hands going for the doll. He stopped and watched her, he dangled the doll just out of her reach. She ran around him trying to get it back. Like this was a game. It was kind of fun, she liked the smile that had formed on his face. It was the first time she had seen it. It suited him. She didn't mind this kind of teasing at all.
Until she heard him laughing at her. Teresa couldn't take it, she just couldn't take it if he was making fun of her too. She got so angry. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him to know that he couldn't hurt her.
So she stomped on his toes.
The boy yelped and bent over. Teresa ripped the toy dog out of his grasp and hugged it to her chest. He stared at her in disbelief. She stared back, she could barely believe it either. For a while they seemed stuck there, just staring at each other. Teresa smiled at him, she couldn't help it, he looked so shocked.
She reached up and grabbed his nose.
"Beep."
He jerked away from her and scrunched his nose up, like it had never been beeped before.
"Teresa!" She heard her mom call. Teresa smiled once more and turned away, she ran to her mother.
"Where did you get that toy?" She asked. Teresa smiled and pointed to the boy who was still standing there watching her. Her mother waved. The boy waved back, as if unsure, as if the gesture were new to him.
Teresa hopped into their hover craft. She waved at the boy through the window.
She really liked him. And her new toy dog.
Damian felt the familiar pain searing through his veins, the screams came out of him even before he was awake. He thrashed trying to get away from the fire running through him but it was no use. The pain eventually subsided and Damian hung there gasping for the precious cool air to douse the fire inside him.
Durhum gripped Damian's chin in his gloved hand.
"Tell me where she is." He ordered. Damian growled.
"I wouldn't even if I knew where." Damian spat. Durhum's hand let go only to collide with his cheek seconds later. Damian didn't give him the satisfaction of showing Durhum that he was in pain.
"I'd love to kill you boy, but quite frankly I can't. I need you. I need you to find that little brat, and I need you to control that little brat. She'll give herself up, as soon as she realizes I have you, she'll come." Durhum told him. Damian swallowed. He was right. If she was alive, she'd come for him. He couldn't let that happen.
"Put him back to sleep."
"No, wait!" Damian cried. Durhum held up his hand to pause his scientist lackeys. Damian's mouth was dry, he licked his lips for some precious moisture.
"I know where they are."
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