The Terrors (Spock, in Sick Bay)

[sehlatbear]

*Spock curls around the bond with his Jim, guarding it and the bond with his Leonard. There was a respite from the terrors, or maybe this was the hallucination? Spock didn't care. He stroked at the bond, a bright glow in the bleak emptiness of his mind

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[kirktastic]

Kirk came down to sickbay, knowing (or at least thinking he knew) what he would find there.

Finding Jim with his eyes closed, the eldest of the Spock's eyes closed and his hand in the mind-meld position. "...Shit." He knew what he would have to do to talk to ALL of them, and hated it.

Kirk walked across the room, hesitated only a moment before he put his hand on Spock's cheek, the one lying down, and spoke with the mental effort of trying to scream.

I HOPE YOU CAN HEAR ME! WE ARE GOING TO TRY TO GET BONES BACK IN JUST UNDER TWO HOURS.

And hoped he didn't get drawn into whatever they were doing.

[sehlatbear]

*As it turns out, yes, they - or at least this Spock - can hear him. The voice reverberates through Spock's darkness - the darkness that HAD been calming as he sensed the older Kirk's presence.

But now, the shadow bond that Spock had so ruthlessly squashed came roaring back to life - perhaps this had been a bad idea.

Kirk found himself in an antechamber. The surfaces of the walls were crawling with angry images, Spock being attacked on all sides. Spock being whipped by men in Nazi uniforms until the blood ran in emerald rivers down his back. Spock tortured as his captors demand information about the Enterprise. Spock lunging after the elder Kirk, the burning light of pon farr driving his deadly motions.

And on the other side of the antechamber, surprise clear on their faces: Spock Prime and the elder Jim Kirk, holding a shimmering golden rope, leading in to a door that has swung shut with a loud, echoing bang.*

[kirktastic]

Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.

Kirk stared around in something like horror, confused as hell. He let out a breath, not sure what was going on, where he suddenly was, or what he was watching.

He looked to Spock Prime and his counterpart, letting out a very small sound. "...I am so sorry I did anything."

[spock_is_spock]

Spock turns to regard the newcomer, irritation battling with his reaction to the images on the wall.

"Captain. Thank you for... joining us. Ever the dramatic entrance..."

He looks around the antechamber, wincing away from the images on the walls. Looking in defeat at the door that has slammed shut on any hope of rescuing Commander Spock form his own mind.

[kirktastic]

"...I didn't... mean for this to happen?" Kirk said, getting a very serious feeling of being a child getting yelled at for stealing from the cookie jar.

"...In two hours, Bones, their Bones... will be back here. It'll be okay." He said very quietly. "I.." Shit. He was only trying to help, and ended up fucking things up.

[sehlatbear]

*A steady, martial throbbing noise grows louder. A slightly off-key horn... Is that a hunting horn?

The rope in Jim's hand has doubled in thickness - the bond is active and strong and that Kirk seems to be in no danger.

Unfortunately, as the images on the walls thicken, turn away from the endless series of Spocks being beaten, burned, and humiliated, and step menacingly closer to the younger James and the eldest Spock, the same cannot be said about their safety.

The walls of the antechamber fade into the darkness of a forest thicket.*

[spock_is_spock]

"Then we only have to keep his mind from killing us for the next two hours."

Spock sounds very serious.

"Right now, we are the unwanted intruders in this mind. We must find a way to convince this subconscious mind that we belong here. Right now, it is going to try to eradicate us as though we were a harmful virus.

"The question becomes this: fight, or flight?"

[kirktastic]

"...You're ... fucking serious." Kirk's eyes went wide, and he looked around at the changing scenery. "I didn't sign up for this... but I'm not going to leave you alone to fight in here. Either we leave together, or we fight together."

[spock_is_spock]

"We cannot run from Spock's mind. We are surrounded in it. There is no safe place here, but that which we make for ourselves. His Kirk is safe, they are mate-bonded. What are you to him? And quickly, before the targs of war are upon us both!"

[sehlatbear]

*The horn sounds louder. There is a hungry wind starting to blow, pulling at their clothing, carrying their scent to the hunters and to the more immediately encroaching figures - not yet solid but on their way.*

[kirktastic]

"That figures. I don't know what I am to him! I have this half-bond-THING with him that I don't know how to stop or control!" Kirk said quickly, his entire body tensing up as he prepared to fight anything that got near them.

[spock_is_spock]

"If you have any sort of bond with him, then I suggest you use it! Convincing him that we are friendly is the only way to keep him from destroying our minds! Focus on the bond. Find it and hold it in your mind. Own it. Strengthen it. Be the bond.

"I will do my best to hold off the hunt as much as possible."

Spock squares himself and raises a hand, the pure white light of ordered, logical thought spilling from it like a lantern. His voice sounds strained when he speaks again.

"Make it quick, James. I do not know how long I can hold him off.

[kirktastic]

"I don't know how! Fuck!" Kirk bit his own lip, closing his eyes. He only vaguely knows where the bond is, that strange place that he had never known before. Humans had the potential to be telepaths in an odd sense, but it had never developed. Mind-melding with Vulcans, bonding in some screwed up way with them? That activated it enough to be sensed.

Spock? Fuck, Spock, come on, you've gotta hear me. I'm in your head! I don't know what's going on but the other Spock is here and your Jim and we're trying to help you! What the hell am I doing?! Don't you dare hurt us, don't hurt yourself! Bones, YOUR Bones, he'll be here soon! Scotty and I are getting him here, you just need to stop acting like this and SNAP OUT OF IT!

[sehlatbear]

*The horn sounded louder but the advancing Nazis faltered, flickered like old images from a Terran movie. Progress.*

[kirktastic]

With his eyes closed, it isn't something Kirk can see.

Spock, come on. I'm being attacked by people in your head. This is so fucked up I don't even know where to start. I came to you, I was going to help you. I still WANT to help you. You could feel in my head, couldn't you, when we were there in your room? You could sense I wanted to be there, even after Bones came in. I know you could, or you would have rejected me and this not-really-there bond in my head wouldn't exist!

He was babbling, and he knew it. James Kirk was so out of his league at that moment.

[sehlatbear]

*A door, the same door that had slammed shut with such finality, grew up out of the broken and rocky ground. It was open a crack.*