A/N:

I am sorry for the long wait… I am beyond sorry actually but life was so busy and then I just couldn't figure out how to continue writing this. I also know that this one is a little short but I didn't want to put too much in one chapter. I edited this one like a million times and I am still not happy with it so please don't kill me if it is disappointing! Remember to read and have fun!

It was a sudden sort of jarring sensation, the kind that shook ones whole body, that brought Jim back to consciousness. His head was pounding and his mind still fuzzy. The blond had no clue where he was but as he shifted he found himself with a familiar sensation. Cold, unbearably cold, metal brushed against his finger tips. His heart caught in his throat as feelings came back to him one at a time. His hands were restrained at his sides and thick leather like restraints covered his bare waist.

Jim sucked in a breath that was halted by the leather restraint tightened over his chest. He had thought that he had escaped but he had slipped up. He had been carless with his injuries and caused his body to shut down. Jim squeezed his eyes tighter together to still his train of thought. It would do himself no could to act so helpless, he could still make it out of this.

Jim strained against his bonds slightly, his mind focusing on the fact that he could still run, when he heard the doors to the room his open. Jim could hear the bastard chuckling under his breath. The blond was oh so glad he was so amusing to the idiot.

"Well aren't you just precious Jim! You tried so hard to escape! I have to say I was kind of betting that you would escape but you didn't! I am rather disappointed jimmy."

Jim grit his teeth at the name and kept his eyes closed, refusing to play this bastards games anymore. The echoing footsteps that sounded in the room hinted that Danar was moving in closer.

"Oh come now Jimmy, say something, don't tell me we already broke you… or is this more defiance? Oh it doesn't matter."

Jim felt a steel cold hand slither around his ankle and then a clicking sound. The restraint on one ankle loosened but the strong grip kept Jim from kicking at the cardassian. The man chuckled and lifted and pulled Jims leg into one of the stirrups the blond had seen earlier.

"You know Jimmy, because you tried to escape, I have to punish you. All other methods I have used apparently do not work on you so I will have to apply a more... exciting form of persuasion. If one can't break you how about two… or maybe three?"

Jim felt metal click around his ankle and his heart hammered in his chest. All he could think was 'not again, not again' and he kicked his leg out in the hopes of knocking the others hand off.

"Don't fight me!" Danar hissed out and gave Jims thigh a hard smack. Jim was mostly unfazed by the act but he knew his struggles were hopeless when he felt the restraint close around his other ankle.

"Oh calm down Jimmy! I am sure you will have fun… I heard you were quite the whore in you academy days so this can't be too much different." Jim renewed his struggles at the others words and his eyes snapped open. He glared blue daggers at Danar and the man chuckled before walking over to the door. It hissed open like a snake after its prey and Jim watched as three men stumbled into the room with idiotic grins on their faces.

"Have fun boys." Jim struggled against his restraints even harder, easily cutting into his skin and finally spoke.

"You do this Danar and I swear on my life your entire ship will be destroyed!" Danar stopped and glanced back at Jim with a questioning glance.

"Is that a threat Jimmy?"

Jim looked back at the man, no trace of the gut retching fear he felt on his face, and gave a sinister grin.

"It's more like a promise. Vulcan's can get very angry when there bond mates are hurt."

Danar stared back at Jim then gave a tilted smile.

"I'll take my chances Jimmy" and with that Danar stepped out of the room and closed his eyes in seeming bliss, a grin spreading on his face, and he listened as the screams started.

This was bad, very bad, Sulu knew it was bad the minute that had gotten the comm. from Jim. It had been hours since they had lost contact with their captain and Soval, who was back on the bridge with Uhura and the rest of the crew, had grown alarmingly quite for such a young child.

The Asian pilot leaned back in his chair and bit his knuckle in thought. Sulu found himself almost jumping out of his seat when his comm. went off but he kept his appearance calm and collected. Sulu pressed the comm. button only to hear the gruff and irritated voice of McCoy yelling something at someone on the other line.

"This is Sulu, what seems to be the situation McCoy" The southern doctor gave a rather frustrated huff but Sulu could easily hear the worry that was hiding just beneath the surface.

"What ISNT the problem! The damn bastard has lost his Vulcan mind! I do not know what to do and Embanga was knocked out! One minute Spock is laying there asleep and the next… the next moment the green blooded bastard is up and gripping his head as if someone had just hit him upside the head! Embanga went to see what was wrong with him and was tossed halfway across the damned med bay!" McCoy grouched slightly but the anger in his voice was matched evenly with slight alarm as a loud crash was heard.

Sulu sat stunned for a moment before shifted in his seat and leaned heavily against the arm rest. His face contorted in confusion and concern before he swallowed thickly. "Uh…. Care to repeat that doctor?" McCoy gave a frustrated grunt trying to explain again what had just happened in his med bay.

"The goddamn hobgoblin is throwing a temper tantrum. If anyone even approaches him they get damn well thrown away from him! The creepiest part of the whole mess? He's not saying a damn word! It's like he is only half here! Everyone right now is seen as an enemy and he is GROWLING! Damnit Sulu I am not able to handle this! I need security personnel down here now 'cuz the few we had I am now having chapel patch up! I need someone from Scotties security detail cuz the ones that are strong enough to hold him DOWN are helping him!"As the doctor spoke his voice seemed to raise in irritation and it was hard to notice that the man was beyond his element. The man had been taking care of Spock's health for a long time now but something like this… Sulu just knew that McCoy was out of his element and he was feeling guilty that he couldn't do his job and help.

"I will tell Scotty to send Giotto and the others your way… Also McCoy… Soval has been very silent I think I will send him down with Uhura. If that won't put them in danger?" The last question was tentative, almost as if Sulu was afraid to ask, there was a long silence over the comm. unit before McCoy's sigh was overheard.

"Yeah, yeah, send the kid down with Uhura. If Spock is reacting this way then I cannot imagine what the kid must be feeling at the moment. I'll run a test's on hi and maybe Soval will be able to calm spo-HEY KID! What are you doing? Don't give me that look back away from him! No! don't- " the next moment a yell and a loud crash was heard and the comm. went silent. Sulu paled considerably and all but fell back in the chair as his head spun. This was not what he was expecting to happen and who would have known that Vulcan's could react so violently.

Sulu sighed and leaned back in his chair, the pilot was not good at handling the stress of something like this. Sulu rubbed a hand over his face then commed down to engineering and told Scotty to send Giotto and his largest men down to Sickbay. There was a small amount of arguing and then the Scotsman was sending his men willingly. Sulu looked over to Uhura who nodded and headed for the turbo lift with Soval who was just leaning against her silently. Once the woman was out of sight Sulu pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

This wasn't the kind of stress that he was used to! The Asian Pilot could handle being shot at and being at war but this! He could not handle having to save his captain like this, knowing that the life of his captain was in his hands was not a good feeling to him.

The screams had stopped, but not because Jim was able to hold them back. The screams had stopped because Jim had lost what little ability to speak he had, his throat was raw and he could taste the iron of his own blood on his tongue and in his mouth. His body was laid out upon the table like a bleeding and bruised prize and the blond wanted to just get away. He was willing to admit defeat on this one, he was willing to curl up in ball and just be broken but he couldn't. Jim knew that as the captain of the flagship of the federation he had to try and be strong, he had to see past the pain and not break down.

So far james had succeeded in not giving the men the sobs they had wanted, the screaming more of curses and threats than of the actual pain he was feeling. Inside the blond just wanted to go back to his ship, back to his home, he wanted to hold his son and go on a boring mission where all he would have to do was sit and stare at the stars. The hiss of the door in the now silent room made Jim's heart jump but his body was still as Danar walked back into his captives prison. Jim realized the bastard was humming and the anger was enough to force the pain down for a moment.

Danar looked over at the now weakly struggling Jim and smiled "Well if it isn't little Jimmy. And how are you feeling now James? Do you feel like telling me the information I want to know?" Jim stared up at the other and then let out a wheezing laugh that lead to a cough. This man expected answers from a prisoner that could not give them to him. The shock on Danar's face at the rather disappointing sound would have made jim laugh harder if it wouldn't have lead to another coughing fit and more blood coating his mouth from his ruined throat. Danar walked over and grabbed jims chin, anger boiling in his eyes and seeping into his touch and movements. The man was enraged and jim thought that was mostly a good thing.

"Those fools! I should have known this would happen! You don't want to talk so you found a way to where you couldn't." Jim didn't think of it like that. He would have never given the man any information at all even if he could speak but it wasn't like the blond could tell him that now.

Danar released Jim's chin and walked away cursing. He left the room and Jim was alone, finally blissfully alone. It was time for him to try to get out again, and maybe this time he could actually make it. Of course it was a fools hope because at the moment the blond could barely feel his toes but he had to try. He would be even more of a fool if he just laid there and let those bastards continue with the torture.

James shifted his upper body and twisted until the very loose restraints he had fell limply beside him. His arms felt like led and it took a great deal of energy just for Jim to raise his arm and reach behind him. Next to the bed he was trapped on was a metal table with several different hypos and scanners. It had been there the whole time Jim was brutalized and it was purely so the monsters could keep him alive so they could have their fun.

Jim gulped slightly and winced at the pain, blood was easily filling his throat from his injury but it was easy to ignore as his hand finally landed on the hypo he had been looking for. Jim didn't think he had ever been happier in his life to get jabbed with one of those as when the adrenalin filled his system and he was able to feel his toes again.

It was a bad idea, he knew it was a bad idea, to get up when he body had already failed him once before, but the adrenalin was enough to keep him going for thirty minutes because that's how long it had taken to wear off before and he could be somewhere safe by then. Or at least somewhere were he couldn't be found by the bastards on this ship. It took Jim and unreasonable amount of time to release his legs from the stirrups but once they were free he swung his legs off the gurney.

Jim's body lurched at the sudden change of angle and the blond had to fight off nausea as his head spun and he fell something drip down his thighs. The blond refused to look back at the gurney because he knew what he would see and that would just be wasting his time so instead he headed for the air duct again. It took him five minutes to open the damn thing and he knew he was working slower than usual but he hadn't thought it was that slow.

Jim shifted and gasped at the sudden strike of pain against his ribs. He had to ignore it though and when he was finaly able to crawl into the duct he moved quickly. He was counting down his time and he had fifteen minutes to move and if he didn't make it this time he was certain that Danar would damn all the rules of his capture and just end him right then and there. Jim turned around slowly inside the duct and put the cover back on in hopes that his time he would not be followed. This time Jim moved fast, ignoring his wounds completely with the meds in his system. Jim stopped for a minute, his knew route taking him as somewhere he could be beamed up if they ever got the chance, and leaned against the wall. He had five minutes to keep going and his body was already starting to slow down even more.

Jim knew he was bleeding and dripping blood everywhere he went which was why he was now doubling back and going another way he had already doubled back on in the hopes that if he was searched for he would nto be found until the ship dropped out of warp and he was beamed aboard the enterprise. Three minutes and Jim was already so far away that even if the cardassians wanted to find him they would never be able to. One minute and Jim was collapsing onto his stomach and his vision was fading fast.

There was nothing more he could do. His body was done and his mind was fallowing suit. He wouldn't die from his wounds like this, not for another few hours, but he wouldn't be conscious either and to Jim that seemed almost like a blessing. The blond laughed bitterly at his situation. The day he had been told to give up his son is the day he most likely gave up his life to save his son. Maybe this was what fate had decided that he needed? Jim knew he had it too good for to long and now fate was deciding to take back some of his luck.

Jim coughed and realized that his body wasn't hurting anymore. With this thought the blond easily slipped into unconsciousness.

It was like burning alive, like holding onto something that was melting away your skin. No waite it wasn't quite like that either. The feeling was like burning but it was also agony and it felt like how the word pain would feel and Spocks head was pounding. The Vulcan knew that this burning, this hurting and aching, was Jim. It was his Jim, his thyla, that was burning and screaming. Something inside him tugged and pulled, a certain thread akin to certain emotions he wouldn't let himself feel, pulling at his gut and causing his eyes to pop open.

He was in med bay yes but where was Jim? Where was his jim and why was Jim hurting. Logic was hard to find as his still injured mind tried to pull at the pieces of where Jim was burning and the Vulcan wanted nothing more than to get up and find Jim but… he couldn't. Spock stared down at his legs for a second and then heard someone step close to him. He was confined, he couldn't move, his Thyla was hurt and all Logic he had was ceasing to exist as the panic started to rise. The poor creature who had the nerve to approach him was thrown across the room and hit the ground with a rather satisfying smack.

A voice Spock knew well came forward through the haze but the Vulan just growled in annoyance and grabbed whatever was close and through it. This continued until nothing was next to the Vulcan and the only things he had to throw where the people that got close. Spock took a deep breath and lowered his head as the burning slowly faded and his mind started to clear slightly. If the burning stopped that mean this Thyla wasn't being hurt anymore. Spock slowly felt the logic come back and he panted out his exertion, his legs now cooperating with him slightly, and he swung his legs off the bed and straightened out his back. He did not know what had just happened. Spock had no logical explanation to why he had just reacted so violently to the situation and currently he had no one who could give him the answer to his question.

Spock looked up just as Giotto and his man entered the bed bay and he sighed. They had obviously been called down to hold Spock back if he had decided to hurt someone else. Bones who was on the other side of the room rushed over to the Vulcan and pulled out his tricorder, scanning the Vulcan just as a now screaming Soval was brought into the med bay. The infant swung his arms around in irritation and when his eyes landed on Spock he was instantly doing the best he could to hold his arms out to the man to be held. Spock was not 'stunned' when the little boy was placed in his arms. Being stunned was illogical because this child was indeed his son and the infant calmed considerably when he was held, if a little awkwardly, by the Vulcan.

"What the hell was that Spock?" McCoy who had finished his scans was glaring up at the Vulcan and Spock did not know what to say because he did not have the answers so instead he decided he would answer the best he could.

"I do not know."

A/N: I hope that wasnt too dissapointing and I know that the hypo part is a little confusing and sounds half assed but... MEH. Anyway people sorry about the wait and please R&R. dont be afraid to try and help me out. Have any ideas for how this should go? Tell me and I will give you creadit in the next chapter! Anyway... I will try not to keep you waiting for too long on the next chapter.