Mirrorverse Fic
I dislike writing Mirror, but I did for a challenge, and I think it turned out really well.
It was ultimate torture. Unfathomable, even to those who had experienced it. To use a cliché, the doctor thought, people came out of there changed. Changed, but not fixed. Their behavior, yes, would be rectified and never repeated, but another act could enable their return to it just as easily.
For those that hadn’t experienced it, they assumed that it was strictly physical pain. They were wrong, the experience was entirely mental. Mental torture, that was specifically corresponding to the victim. It was always different, even for those sent there on multiple occasions. The physical pain holds no candle to the mental torture.
It was of course, at the captain’s discretion that crewmembers were sent there. Some small offenses, such as simply forgetting a task or performing it improperly, were enough to render the punishment if Jim was in a mood that day. Mutiny and insubordination, however, were one time offenses, and guaranteed a sentencing if the culprit was caught.
Leonard McCoy, had indeed been sent there once. His offense, he had thought, did not warrant the punishment, but Jim had always been hard on his after all. Being the captain’s lover, he didn’t expect special treatment, and Jim would not give it, quite the opposite in fact. He had yelled at the blonde, ordering him out of the sickbay. His punishment came three days later.
Everyone has scars, sure. He can’t fix the worst of them. His however, could have been fixed a year ago, after he had been released from the Agony Booth. He hadn’t even realized it was there. Kirk stood outside the glass chamber, watching grim-faced, and he made sure the doctor knew he was watching. It was meant to be as fierce a punishment as the torture. Arms crossed, wide stance, the Captain watched as his lover was put through unimaginable agony at his command and showed no guilt. When Leonard stumbled out, Jim was there to catch him as the older male collapsed into his arms. The bright streak of red on the captain’s shirt terrified the doctor, until he realized it was his own blood.
The physical pain is not inflicted by the technology. Most people cannot watch because of the violence. Not everyone gets physically hurt. Only those who lend themselves to their emotions. Leonard had used his own blunt nails and scratched two vertical glasses down from his temple to his chin. With his own hands, and he hadn’t even known he did it, didn’t feel a thing.
He kept his scars intentionally. The raised smooth and slightly red skin remains next to his left eye, a reminder. On the ISS Enterprise, you do not cross the captain.
It was ultimate torture. Unfathomable, even to those who had experienced it. To use a cliché, the doctor thought, people came out of there changed. Changed, but not fixed. Their behavior, yes, would be rectified and never repeated, but another act could enable their return to it just as easily.
For those that hadn’t experienced it, they assumed that it was strictly physical pain. They were wrong, the experience was entirely mental. Mental torture, that was specifically corresponding to the victim. It was always different, even for those sent there on multiple occasions. The physical pain holds no candle to the mental torture.
It was of course, at the captain’s discretion that crewmembers were sent there. Some small offenses, such as simply forgetting a task or performing it improperly, were enough to render the punishment if Jim was in a mood that day. Mutiny and insubordination, however, were one time offenses, and guaranteed a sentencing if the culprit was caught.
Leonard McCoy, had indeed been sent there once. His offense, he had thought, did not warrant the punishment, but Jim had always been hard on his after all. Being the captain’s lover, he didn’t expect special treatment, and Jim would not give it, quite the opposite in fact. He had yelled at the blonde, ordering him out of the sickbay. His punishment came three days later.
Everyone has scars, sure. He can’t fix the worst of them. His however, could have been fixed a year ago, after he had been released from the Agony Booth. He hadn’t even realized it was there. Kirk stood outside the glass chamber, watching grim-faced, and he made sure the doctor knew he was watching. It was meant to be as fierce a punishment as the torture. Arms crossed, wide stance, the Captain watched as his lover was put through unimaginable agony at his command and showed no guilt. When Leonard stumbled out, Jim was there to catch him as the older male collapsed into his arms. The bright streak of red on the captain’s shirt terrified the doctor, until he realized it was his own blood.
The physical pain is not inflicted by the technology. Most people cannot watch because of the violence. Not everyone gets physically hurt. Only those who lend themselves to their emotions. Leonard had used his own blunt nails and scratched two vertical glasses down from his temple to his chin. With his own hands, and he hadn’t even known he did it, didn’t feel a thing.
He kept his scars intentionally. The raised smooth and slightly red skin remains next to his left eye, a reminder. On the ISS Enterprise, you do not cross the captain.