Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, or the song far Away and I'm not making a profit off of them.
Okay a little warning guys this chapter gets nasty, I've tried to be sensitive and a little cautious with some of the issues shown, but I'll apologizes in advance to anybody who take offense.
The air was as cold as ice, it stung Spock's lung like dozens of tiny needles but he hardly noticed. He ran along the deserted pathways, everything still and no sign of a struggle. He stopped and tried to listen passed the sound of the wind whipping through the trees, his own haggard breaths. Soft music was coming from across in the student blocks, cadets having a romantic evening.She was meant to be with him, he took a deep breath and was still a moment, he had to try think logically. It was 21:22, she could have been on the pathways from her apartment to his, no he had said he would pick her up. She should have been in her apartment getting ready, why wasn't she? He started at run towards the apartments, he could not search the entire academy it would take hours, he could not calculate how many, but too long, anytime was too long. She should be with him, heading to the grapevine to the little alcove next to the fountain.
It took him two minutes to reach the student apartments, he took the steps three at a down the hall to her door, he knew she wasn't behind it. He banged his fists against the metal, too hard he felt the sting, the warm twinkling of blood down his hand. The door opened he took in Galia's shocked face.
" Where is she?"
" Who? Nyota? She's not here. She told me she was meeting up with you tonight but she had to rush out, she should be back soon. Do you want to come in?"
Spock grab Galia by the shoulders.
" Ouch! What the.."
" Where did she go? think Galia."
" She went to the library she found this late book she'd forgotten about.."
Spock let go of her and turned at a run. He could waste no more time, she would have taken the quickest route to the library. The path to the left, through the freedom gardens. He jogged, he could not run, he might miss something important. The garden was empty in the darkness, every leaf was a different shade of black, every flower a dark purple, Zambarau. Had she stopped and ran her fingers along the petals or had she been in a rush. He stopped and gazed around, she had been here, less than ten minutes ago, he did not know how he knew it but he did. He stopped jogging and stood in the middle of the lawn. All around him the bushes shook and swayed, turbulent movements. Then he spotted it, a paper book discarded below a bush a few meters away from him. He jogged up to it and dropped onto his knees. He picked it up and flipped it over staring at it , the hobbit. He knew it was Nyota's, the book she was taking to the library. She wouldn't have dropped it without reason.
He stood up, she had been taken here. But taken to where, somewhere with no cameras, somewhere nobody would go in the middle of the night. He thought quickly picturing a map of the academy, storage sheds. He turned and looked, twenty meters to the left of him were the backs of the large storage sheds where everything from gardening tools to retired equipment were kept, there were twelve in total. He ran full pelt now. He ran through the peace gardens along the edge of the gym and then he was in front of them, the storage sheds, twelve of them each ten meters by ten meters. He stared feelings of hopelessness closing in on him, he jogged along from one end to the other seeing no sign of which one Nyota was in, if she was in any. He could be only feet away from her or miles. He cried out silently in desperation. NYOTA! And then he knew, he pictured the painted number in his mind, six, just feet away. He ran over, kicked the old wooden door, too hard it flew off it's hinges landing a meter inside the dark space a cloud of dust raising up. Spock coughed as he walked in, quickly staring around before he saw a sight that made him feel his heart would burst. Lying at his feet was a torn red dress and three meters was Nyota's naked form. Cadet Williams was leaning over her, he had stopped staring up at Spock in shock, his hand resting on the belt of the mechanics uniform he was wearing. Spock flicked his eyes back to Nyota, she didn't move, her blank eyes stared at the ceiling without blinking.
As Spock was trying to concentrate on finding Nyota's mind, he could hear her heartbeat, slow, weak. He was half aware of Cadet Williams getting over the shock of the sudden disturbance. He dived at Spock, Spock raised his arm in front of his face blocking Cadet Williams hit. He had to get this over and done with quickly, he did not know what state Nyota was in but a few minutes could mean the indifference between her life and, well he couldn't think of it. He concentrated on Cadet Williams stood in front of him, he felt rage like he had never known it, he wanted destruction. He needed to destroy this man who had dared to hurt Nyota. His concentration came too late, he felt a sharp pain just below his knee and he fell to the floor. He saw a flash in the corner of his eye, and raised his knees up towards his body. He felt the weight of cadet William's body land on him, his hands reaching out towards his neck, he put all his strength and energy into his legs and hurled Williams weight off of him. He heard the dull thud, he jumped to his feet within a second he crouched, now ready to fight, wanting to fight. Cadet Williams had been thrown across the room and slammed into the other wall. Spock watched the man struggle to his feet he took Spock in with a weary expression, Spock moved to block the door.
"FIGHT ME!"
He heard his own angry shout but too him it sounded disembodied, it was his voice but he hadn't been aware of making it.
Williams charged at him, as he got closer Spock moved a few inches to the left. Just as Williams got too him Spock grabbed the back of his head and using his forward momentum slammed him into the concrete wall. There was a sickening crunching sound of Williams skull splitting. Spock let go of his hair and watched him crumple to the floor. He stared at the blood seeping out of the large gash in his forehead and he felt the anger leaving him, there were no regrets just a cold absence of emotions. Spock, uncontrolled had put every bit of strength he had into the attack. If Williams got medical help quickly he may live. Spock heard Nyota's heartbeat and a familiar worry came back to him, he rushed to her dropping to his knees beside her motionless body. He looked her over for obvious injury, there were bruises on her arms, a slight darkening of a circle of skin on her neck. He brushed her hair from her face.
" Nyota. Nyota I know you can hear me, can you respond?"
He waited breathlessly for twenty seconds, her amber eyes stared up at him, so dull and lifeless it frightened him. He feared he would lose her. He leaned over her, placing both hands on her face he gently moved his fingertips trying to find the melding points, he was inexperienced but he found them. He whispered the words he had heard a few times, word that were meant to make the experience easier, and then she was there with him, within him. Her slow heartbeat beating next to his racing one. There breathing becoming one.
"Nyota, are you there?"
" Is that really you Spokh? In my mind or am I going insane from trauma?"
Relief spread through him, she was aware she was thinking, whatever had happened to her body had not damaged her mind.
" He injected me with something, It burned, I went limp, I can still see and feel everything, but I can't move."
She answered his desire to know what was wrong, it startled him that she could make out his thoughts without him actually directing them at her. He too could feel her emotions, her terror, her feeling of being trapped within her own body unable to control what was happening to her, unable to fight.
" Do not fear the worst prematurely Nyota. I believe that he injected you with a paralysis drug, of which the effects of most are reversible."
He felt her slight relief. He stared down into her unblinking eyes, now knowing that she could see him. He backed away from her mind slightly dampening their link, he did not know how to voice his fears, his quick glance over her body had not shown any signs of the type of injury he feared.
" Nyota, did he, did he.." He struggled to think the words.
" No Spokh." Nyota's thought carried a strange comforting quality with them. " You came in time, he touched me he told me what he was planning to do to me."
" I am sorry I did not get here before he did these things to you, my Nyota, when I saw you I feared, I feared greatly that you were beyond reach."
" I am here Spokh. He looks so worried so scared I wish I could touch his face, tell him I'm fine, I'm not fine, I'm anything but fine, I don't think I will eve be fine again. Oh dammit he can hear everything."
" Yes, Nyota I can. You are safe now, you will be okay again."
Spock carefully took his fingers from her face, she needed the privacy of her own thoughts, she was in shock she did not seem to be taking thing's in properly but he had gained the information he so desperately needed from her. Now he needed to get her medical attention. He reached down and took her limp hand firmly in his. He lifted it too his face holding her palm to his cheek.
" Nyota, I am going to call a doctor."
He placed her hand back onto the ground and stood up, turned so that he could not see her naked body and found himself staring down at the crumpled form of his former pupil Williams. Turning his eyes away from the pooling blood he patted down the side of his body. He had slipped a short distance communicator in his pocket, he never left the academy without one in case of emergencies, his instincts had proved right tonight. The communicator was tuned onto the frequency of the academies main switchboard from there his message would be passed onto the relevant people. Spock hesitated as he flipped the communicator open. If he phoned for a doctor now Cadet Williams would receive treatment, he might survive. But every moment Spock put off the message his life force seeped from the gash on his head, his muddled brains sent less electrical impulses. Williams was dying and Spock wanted him to, he wanted him to die for what he had done to Nyota. He deserved to die on a cold dusty floor, not having reached the age of thirty, never having achieved anything, in the company of people who wished him dead rather than those who loved him. And what for him if he survived? Life,to breath fresh air and taste food, a few years in prison, let out to lead a normal life once a psychiatrist had announced him 'cured' of the influences that led to his evil. Nyota would always have to live with the memory of his actions. Spock would always watch over her knowing that he had not been there to protect her when she had needed him, he had failed her. He could kill him now and nobody would know, Nyota could not see him, she would not suspect him, she trusted him. He could kill him before the doctors arrived and say that he had died of the wounds Spock had caused in trying to defend himself and Nyota. But she trusted him. He held down the button of the communicator opening the frequency.
" Commander Spock here, emergency in section delta, storage area six. Medical team required, two injured. One full paralysis, no injuries to cause it suspected to be drug induced. One critical head injury, possible cracked skull, blood loss. Security team required,prisoner amongst the injured. Attempted rape of cadet." He felt himself choke on the last words.
" Message received Commander, Security and medical team on their way."
Spock shut the lid of the communicator, he watched Williams bled for a moment and then turned to Nyota. He bent down next to her again and reached up to her face, opening the link between them again.
" The doctors are on their way Nyota."
" Spokh, don't let them see me like this." He could sense her embarrassment, her shame and vulnerability. He shrugged his arms out of his jacket and laid it across her.
"Thank you.'
" Is there anything I can do for you Nyota?"
" Just stay with me."
" I would not leave you Nyota."
" How did you find me Spokh? How did you know I was in trouble?"
" You called for me did you not?" He sensed her confusion.
" I wanted to call to you, but he had his hand over my mouth, I couldn't breath, and I was so far away even if I could call you couldn't have heard."
" I heard."
Spock heard hurried footsteps and knew that the medical team would arrive soon.
" They are coming Nyota."
He removed his fingers from her face but reached down and took her hand, he knew they both needed the connection. He looked over his shoulder to see a dark form enter the doorway he immediately bent next too Cadet Williams he heard the buzzing of the medical scanner.
" Dear God, what happened here?"
"Will he survive?" Spock asked.
" I think so, I can't give you an answer right now. "
Three more people arrived, a security team, they came in phasers drawn, they lowered them once they had checked over the room. Four more members of the medical team followed them, wheeling medical trolleys loaded with cases. The first doctor who came in waved them over to Williams and approached Spock, he knelt beside him. Spock looked up at him too ask him to act faster but stopped when he saw the expression on the Doctors face.
" Uhura."
" You know her?" Spock looked closer at the doctor, he knew him, McCoy he had been at Williams hearing.
" Yes." McCoy seemed to get over his shock, he moved his tricorder over her, his face concerned.
" Her vitals are steady, we need to get her to the medical wing before we can determine what he used to paralysis her and how to undo the damage." The doctor took out his communicator.
" Med wing, two to beam up."
McCoy leaned over Nyota, the medical wing only had one emergency transporter, he would not be able to go with her. McCoy looked up at him, he quickly clapped his hand on Spock's shoulder.
" I'll look after her commander."
Spock stood watching as Nyota and McCoy were surrounded my a yellowish light and then disappeared. He looked at the spot where she had been lying for a moment then turned around, Williams was surrounded by the rest of the medical team, he had a line of metal fitted to his head, Spock watched the different colored lights flickering on and off not knowing what they meant, he was not familiar with the new medical instrument. He listened to the doctors discuss whether it was safe to move him or not then he noticed a security guard approaching him.
" I cannot answer any questions now, I am needed in the medical wing."
Spock ran out of the dark concrete room before the guards could stop him. He had told Nyota he would not leave her, he had to keep that promise.
This time, this place
Misused, mistakes
Too long, too late
Who was I to make you wait?
Just one chnace, just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
Cause you know
You know, you know
That I love you, I have loved you all along.
Well this chapter was meant to be a lot longer but I decided to split it here because 1) I can't leave it at a cliffhanger for any longer 2) It's quite an emotional chapter, as will the next few chapters and I'm a little worried of throwing so many diffrent emotions into just one chapter. Chapter 13 will be up within the next four day. I