Bonds Know No Distance

[mirroredcommand]

The night was dark and deep and long in space, never ending, without a dawn to break the line between waking and sleep, day and night, beginning and end. It made existence endless, broken only by the silent running of the clocks on the wall, the movements of work, food, and sleep. Without these things, without the sureness of a schedule, time became meaningless. Even the stars could not keep him company.

So after Kirk came and 'visited', time resumed its endless patterns, moving on and on without pause or break or concept. For a man used to near-constant action, it was a form of torture more exquisite then any bit of pain or distress. More then anything, it was a torture that gave him nothing to focus his mind on anything but the swelling pain of the broken bond. It was swiftly becoming over whelming, completely and utterly. There was nothing left to keep the pain away, and with his shields designed only to block out Spock's light intrusions instead of a full on force, they were failing after being buffeted for so long. In short, he was going mad.

His expression showed little of the internal war except for the strong brow being furrowed and the age-lines at the edges of the eyes and corners of the mouth looking thicker. It was his hands that gave him away, gripping fiercely into the fabric of the bed he was reclining on. A headache was throbbing behind his eyes in time with his heart, a thick red-hot band of light that was searing like a knife into his mind. Deeper, deeper with every beat of his heart.

Every part of him was focused on maintaining the failing shields, rebuilding them as Spock had taught him those years ago. He had survived torture from Vulcans who knew precisely what to do in the mind, but could not stop this. This bond that had been forced onto him but in the end welcomed, this bond that had saved his life many times in the past, that had saved the life of his first officer and friend, this bond that had been a respite from a world where one could never relax... this bond was killing him. It would destroy him as surely as any blade to the heart.

SPOCK!

Never screamed aloud, never aloud. Instead, strong white teeth bit firmly into his lip, hard enough to send a trickle of crimson along his chin, down to his jawline. The pain, the strain, had been steadily increasing since James Kirk's visit to his cell, as if the reminder of the bond and speaking of it had started a chain reaction. He had long since started to keep his eyes closed [was it hours? minutes? weeks? centuries?] because at least this way the room would not spin. He was starting to feel that same spinning in his mind, making his world wobble like a child's toy.

It seemed hours passed this way. A day? Perhaps. He vaguely heard someone calling him, but did not dare respond. Still trapped in the arms of the enemy, he could not let a weakness be seen. The smell of food made his stomach swell and gurgle, but not from hunger. It felt like his entire body needed one thing it could not have. [a universe away]

He did not feel when he stood, instead he felt the world sway, go sideways. Could not feel the floor beneath his feet, the slap of his hand against the wall in an instinctual attempt to keep himself upright. Did not feel when the world tuned him out, blew him out like a light bulb, did not feel when the pain consumed him and his shields finally fell, did not feel when he hit the ground.

The darkness had claimed him instead.

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[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

There was blood on their hand, the manifestation of his pain and struggles to get through. But they didn't care (he didn't care) about that, fingers slipping in between his. Their body (his, his alone, unprotected, open, untethered, and uncommitted--so much better to accommodate this, to cool the pain and the bond) pressed close and comforting, the warmth of his their thoughts coalescing with Pike's.

The love tempted him them closer with its purity, fingers coming up to brush his temple. It was only one manifestation of the affection, the soothing...It will not be long.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

A thread of warning inside the mind of They-Who-Were-Spock, a frisson of worry that the younger would be overwhelmed, was not sufficiently healed to be in this place.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Won't be. Can't-! Each word seemed to be a struggle, but then he looked to the younger Spock, eyes burning in their sockets.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim felt it--the sudden tug in the place he thought of as the bond, that strange new presence, the whispered "Spock" escaping his lips at the same time as Kirk. He could not navigate what he was sensing, could not parse it into anything that made sense, but he had to hold himself back from the bed, from going to him/them, from stopping this.

He knew it had to be, knew that Spock needed to do this and that Pike needed something. But it tore at him, just the same.

Next to him he felt the other Jim, and unconsciously he reached over and grabbed his arm, just to have that anchor, that presence there, and perhaps also because they were them and it strengthened him.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The concerns of the elder were brushed off carelessly, his focus entirely on the matter at hand. The words of warning were taken into more consideration--but only for a moment, until their thoughts wrapped a tighter support around Pike, ignoring the shared pain that came with doing so.

(He knew he should probably leave from this place and withdraw from the meld before something happened. Consequences he couldn't escape, images that he couldn't forget. But a falter here meant a failure outside. Failure was unacceptable.)

Ina. No. They weren't going anywhere. He will come for you.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

The elder incarnation of Spock would never have admitted it ordinarily. But deep in this very human mind with its powerful influence, the blended identity that was They Who Were Spock felt a surge of intense annoyance, from one to the other. The blend shifted subtlely, until the elder Spock's mind stood as a barrier between the searching ends of Pike's bond and the empty reaches of the younger Spock. They Who Were Spock could not afford to be duhik in this place - it would cost Pike his sanity, his bond, perhaps his life. It could cost them even more.

It is possible. He comes - will you not wait for him?

They Who Were Spock shared the memory of their own pain, filled themselves with it to drain it from Pike's identity.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

I would wait forever, Even the mental voice strained in this place. Just how had a human suppressed this pain for so long? Forever won't wait for me. Pike's fingers gripped at Spock's where they were laced together, flickers of embarrassment biting through at being seen in such a weakened state. Over head, the sky rumbled like the beginning of a storm, blocking out the sunset.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Christopher. We are Spock - we cannot lie to you. Wait with us just a little longer.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Bridge to Captain."

Kirk twisted a little from where he was looking at Pher and both Spocks, then hit the button on the comm, "Kirk here."

"Sir, we're at the coordinates."

...Thank fuck. He thought quickly - they could reach out with this, with a communication, and link up to the other Enterprise. Surely Pher's Spock had to be waiting for them, and that was part of what worried him.

"Kirk to transporter room."

"Yes, sir?"

"Prepare for incoming transport. Beam directly to sickbay."

"Yessir."

Kirk looked over his shoulder at the group, biting the inside of his lip for a moment. Bones, himself, Jim, George, and possibly the two Spocks were here to defend against Pher's Spock if needed. Security might make things worse, make Pher's Spock feel threatened. Just had to get that Spock in here, and get him out.

But what about the transport back? McCoy had been a healthy man, and he had barely survived the transport, ending up in a fucking coma. Pher was in a sorry state... would the man survive?

He sighed and nudged the comm button again, "Kirk to communications." Who would be up there, right then?

"Communications."

"Uhura should have left notes on the broadcast we received earlier. Record my following message and broadcast back on the same frequency in reply."

There was a brief silence before, "Recording now."

Kirk's eyes closed before speaking calmly, his voice rich, "This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, Federation Space, responding to Commander Spock of the I.S.S. Enterprise, Terran Empire." It was beyond weird to say all of that. How had the other Spock known about them? About him? Fucking hell... "We have Captain Christopher Richard Pike. He has collapsed and is currently being held in sickbay. If you wish to retrieve him, you will need to lower your shields entirely and allow us to link up to your computers to coordinate transport."

Was that everything? Keep it short, simple. "End recording. Broadcast."

"Yessir."

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim glanced at Kirk as he spoke, pulling his attention away from the Spocks--at least on the surface--to observe and support. He laid a hand on the other Jim's shoulder, silently approving. He did not want Pike to die. Nor Spock. The knowledge that this was not the Terran Empire Spock he had met--not just because of the time difference--stuck with him but refused to entirely integrate into his feelings about it.

"You're doing the right thing," he said, low and strained. His tone implied, even if this fucks everything up.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk turned his eyes to Jim, eyes glancing to the three in the meld, then back again. "I wish it felt like that." His voice was just as strained, and it showed in his eyes. They were going to leave themselves completely open, at incredible threat. "...I don't know if Pher can even transport in this state."

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

"We must take that risk," Jim said. "Or we've as much as executed him ourselves." He glanced back at the trio. "Spock seems to think he's worth saving. And so do I."

His grip on Jim was unconsciously tight, as if he was holding himself back as much as anything else. He knew he could not interfere, despite the interference that roiled within him around the bond, tugging and twisting and making him think he'd be lucky to retain the contents of his stomach. A light sheen of sweat had broken out about his temples, a headache, dismissed for now, having begun at the base of his skull.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"The risk is huge." Kirk whispered. "If he dies on transport, his Spock might want revenge just as much as if we'd killed him ourselves." He was barely even feeling the bruising grip Jim had on his arm, feeling much the same. "I hate standing here, feeling completely useless."

Spock had dropped his shielding that usually kept them separated, and the half-bond was throbbing in the back of his mind like a pulled muscle, giving him a quickly building headache.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

Communications relayed the message to Spock in the transporter bay where his fingers were flying over the screen.

"Acknowledge it."

The words were harsh and clipped.

Christopher Christopher Christopher.

There was something wrong and Spock would not waste time. He locked the coordinates in and initiated a link between the two computer systems. Lowering the shields was nothing to him.

He stepped onto the transporter pad and waited for the familiar feeling to take him.

I am almost there, Christopher.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Bridge to Captain!"

The urgency in that voice made his heart go cold. "Kirk here."

"We need to drop shields now, they're--"

"Do it! Drop shields, get him over here! Drop him right here in sickbay, transport room should be ready!" He turned away from the comm.

Kirk looked to Jim, and almost on instinct, his fingers clenched tight into a fist. "It's happening."

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim didn't know anymore whether he was holding Kirk or using Kirk to anchor him. He just nodded.

"He just wants Pike," he said. "We can't do anything that might make him feel threatened in the accomplishment of that goal." Because then they had something altogether different to deal with. Not his Spock. Not the slightly angrier younger one, or even the coldly ruthless one he'd met in the other universe. This was someone entirely different, unchained by logic except where it served his revenge. Or so Spock had implied.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Fuck I hope that's all he wants." Kirk breathed out, giving Jim's arm a hard squeeze before separating himself. They couldn't afford to appear weak in the eyes of the enemy.

[mirroredspock.livejournal.com]

The transporter took him and when he shimmered back into existence the surroundings would have fascinated him - if he had had eyes for anything other than the man restrained on a bio bed, two Vulcan (himselves-not-himself) leaning in with their hands on his face --

"Usurpers."

It was a hissing whisper before Spock sprang into motion, the bond like a ringing bell in his mind, throughout his body, something like adrenaline coursing through him as he stalked to the bed on the side of the younger, slighter self, and placed his fingers on Christopher's face, overriding the meld points used by the others.

Christopher!

Inside Christopher's mind, the doors that had been barred were flung open. Spock had come for him.

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Within his mind, there was a sound that was not a sound, like the inside of a giant bell being struck and its percussion felt without being heard. The doors Pike was leaning against opened, and only the two Spocks holding him up kept him from pitching backwards.

It felt like the release of an orgasm, burning white hot and searing through him, the bond flaring to life so impossibly strong, coursing with the strength of their years together, scarred and made steady by everything that had occurred between them. Pike's mental and physical body arched, and he twisted, trying to reach out for the other half of his bond as energy flooded back into his mind.

Spock!

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Curiosity is what tempts him to say, strong in its force once it is able to take from both of their identities. He wants to see through the doors to the other side, he wants to feel what they feel, but his counterpart is standing in his way and anything he feels is filtered, secondhand, a shadow of the euphoria blossoming at the moment.

With the doors flung open, he feels impossibly young and out of place, unwanted and unneeded. Spock knows he'll learn nothing more by lingering, and if he's honest with himself, the sudden feel of this familiar mind (in all its yearning force) makes him shiver outside and inside.

Spock pulls himself from them. He seperates his identity with little grace since he has none to bestow on the procedure, which leaves him with a painful reminder of his own individuality knocked back into his head. He nearly bumps into his mirror at his side as he sways, and the momentum of jerking his hand back threatens to affect his entire center of gravity.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It all happened so fucking fast.

Suddenly there was light, the bloom of someone being transported. There was the hiss of a snake and a Vulcan that greatly resembled a mix of the two Spocks on either side of Pher's head stalked forward with all the grace of an angry panther. Then, three were in the meld.

Kirk physically staggered as he felt something slam through the connected bonds and wished more then ever either a) he knew how to shield b) this weird half-bond was more stable c) this weird half-bond didn't exist or d) HE KNEW HOW TO SHIELD! Gah!

Then Spock, his this universe's Spock, staggered, hand parting from Pher's face, and stumbled backwards. "Spock!" He wasn't even consciously aware of jerking forward sharply, moving in the tight space and grabbing Spock as he started to fall, catching the limp weight and pulling him backwards and upright.

"Spock, fuck, Spock...!" He twisted Spock around so he could look at the pale (even paler then normal) face, his own eyes full of worry. What the hell had happened in there? Had Pher's Spock struck out?

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim was lost.

He had seen the other Spock arrive, bearded and so like the one he knew. He had seen him growl, and dive for Pike's meld points, and then the twisting inside him had increased, the aching bond flooding the rest of his senses to the point where he merely stood, transfixed and gasping and unsure of what he was doing/seeing/sensing, something burning inside him that was almost sexual in its pleasure/pain and for the moment overrided all other thought.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

The flash of light, the telltale signs of someone being transported sent Nyota jumping a step back, though she soon steadied herself. She kept on her toes, eyes on this new Spock that had appeared (trying her very best not to let the whole creepy situation phase her) and ready to make a move if he tried anything. She wasn't as skilled as some of the men in the room she was sure, but she had passed the same course and knew how to protect herself. She wouldn't be a Starfleet officer if she couldn't.

A choked noise escaped her throat as she saw Spock falter and almost drop, just a few seconds behind James. She gritted back the first remark that came to mind, teeth clenched tightly as she reached out for Spock's hand. Please be alright, please be alright, she repeated like a mantra in her mind, desperately wishing - and not for the first time - that she could do anything to be helpful, useful. Instead she just stayed gripping his hand, trying her best to project all the positive things that he summoned with her; love, warmth, complete trust. Out of some misplaced instinct she would ignore later, she reached out with her free hand and gripped James's arm tight.

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock does not flee.

His counterpart's retreat knocks him back into a single identity, the pain of the suddenly broken blending between them ignored in this face of this Spock, this Christopher being reunited.

Christopher is struggling to rise - Spock will not enter those doors with him but he helps the man to stand.

Do you know what to do?

[iron-command.livejournal.com]

Pike looked to the Spock that was holding him [weakness, signs of weakness], then back to the blackness on the other side of the doors. Spock had always come into his mind, through those doors, and he could not remember going through them himself. His t'hy'la was on the other side of those open doors.

Go. Part statement, part question, part command. Yet he turned his head enough to look back at Spock again, an almost thankful expression. This had been the one, much to his own surprise, to comfort him, help him. It was a near-unknown in his own universe, but here it could not make sense to aid the enemy either. Something to think on, later.