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PROMPT POST 01
STAR TREK; {mccoy/worry}
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ROUND 01 of the Star Trek: Into Darkness Kink Meme
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INTO DARKNESS SPOILERS (Pairing is a spoiler, see below)

(Already posted this on trekkink, but want to cover all the bases. ^^ )

When Uhura, Spock, and Kirk land on Kronos, they lose to the Klingons. Uhura and Spock are both killed before Khan comes to their rescue. Kirk is badly injured, but Khan saves his life to find out more about the missiles. Meanwhile, Admiral Marcus has caught up to the Enterprise and destroyed it, after taking all the cryo-tubed torpedos. Khan exposes the horrible truth to Kirk, who then sides with Khan in his bid to destroy/take over Starfleet. This anon craves Khan/Kirk non-rapey dubcon with a liberal dash of Stockholm Syndrome. Khan finds Kirk up to his superior standards, and Kirk, after a bit, learns to love submitting to him. Strength!kink appreciated.

FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (2a/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-26 07:57 pm (UTC)

Kirk woke with a throbbing head and his pulse thumping in his ears. The pain in his right side surged from dull to sharp as his mind cleared. He had the notion that something foreign steeped in his blood, and not alcohol for once – or perhaps not enough alcohol?

What had he done? Where had he ended up?

A long, sharp face topped by dark hair moved toward him. The man observed him with cold, dark eyes.

In a rush of clarity, he recognized the man as John Harrison.
Fresh blood rushed into his head. Hatred filled the void left by confusion. “You.”

“How many torpedoes are there?”

Harrison leaned in, but Kirk’s mouth was too dry to spit. “Go to hell,” he said.

A hand closed around his throat. He grabbed Harrison’s wrist and yanked it, but his arm seemed immovable. Kirk struggled to breathe and felt a rush of panic.

“How many torpedoes?” His grip loosened, and Kirk gasped for air.

“Enough,” Kirk said. Harrison tightened his hand. Kirk writhed and pried at his fingers, but the man stayed steady as stone.

“How many?”

Kirk’s lungs burned. His vision filled with spots. His struggles weakened.

Harrison’s pale face and cold gaze were the last things Kirk would see.

Then Harrison eased his grip again.

Relief overwhelmed him. What did it matter if Harrison knew? “Seventy-two.”

Harrison released his hold and backed away.

Kirk heaved and coughed. He cursed himself for his weakness. How could he let a terrorist best him? He found Harrison even more despicable for his effective interrogation. But let him try to outrun seventy-two torpedoes. They had the scumbag cornered.

“I surrender,” Harrison said.

The lack of resistance took Kirk by surprise, and he resented it. Even his surrender seemed like a power play. But what else had he expected? He had Harrison captured as planned, and Harrison just acknowledged it.

He pushed himself to his feet in one quick movement. The pang in his side made him regret it. Kirk realized he’d lost his shirt; it lay bloodied on the shuttle floor. Someone had cleaned, stitched and bandaged his injury. He touched his head – a sore cut there had received the same treatment. The shuttle had moved somewhere even darker, but the grim setting still looked like Kronos.

His throat ached. He struggled to speak. “I accept your surrender. Now where’s my crew?”

Harrison paused. “The others are dead.”

“Bullshit. Where are they?”

“They lie where they fell. I couldn’t spare the time to bring their bodies.”

Fury propelled Kirk forward. He stalked toward Harrison until a few inches separated them. “You are a liar. You are a criminal.”

Their eyes met. Harrison’s expressionless brow twitched. Kirk remembered the glare they’d shared on Earth. He knew that Harrison remembered it too in that moment.

“First officer?”

“Captain. Captain James T. Kirk.”

“Captain.”

Harrison said that word as if he savored it. Kirk didn’t like it one bit. Their closeness made him uncomfortable, but taking a step back would be a victory for this bastard. “I will ask you one more time, and you will tell me the truth.” He let the implicit threat hang for a beat. “Where is my crew?”

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (2a/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-26 07:58 pm (UTC)

Whoops, wrong place, I'll move this <_<

OMG. YES

Oh my. This is relevant to my interests.

yes plz.

yes please

FUCK YES. I NEED THIS SO FREAKING BAD.

THIS. THIS. THIS. UNF.

FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (1/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-24 01:53 am (UTC)

This prompt is too good to pass up.

On AO3 here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/815188)

Prologue

He picked up his gun and scanned the area. All threats eliminated, but with them went the ones he’d wanted alive. Amid the Klingon bodies he saw the corpse of a human female with her throat slit from ear to ear. A Vulcan male, sliced almost in half by a bat’leth, lay a few meters away.

A sloppy job. The shuttle’s crew would prove little use to him dead.

But he knew he’d saved one.

He found the human male behind a pillar he must have crawled to, his face pressed in the dirt, lying still but surely alive. Khan had shot the Klingon before its fatal blow could crack this one’s skull.

He flipped the man over.

The man moaned. His brow fixed in a frown, his breathing came in harsh hisses, and his eyes pressed shut.

Khan understood the look of agony as it rang through a man’s body. He noticed blood on his gloved hands when he withdrew them. He scowled at the man – a sloppy job on both their parts.

Frustration gripped Khan at this new setback, but only for a moment. He calmed his mind with a single long breath. He stood and observed the man’s broken but recoverable form. What move should he make now?

He could go to the shuttle, set up a channel to the starship, and demand to know more about the torpedoes they’d used to threaten him. And he could use this man’s life as leverage, if the captain had a sentimental attachment to the human who remained alive.

Khan rejected that plan. He could not count on Captain Hikaru Sulu to care for his crew as much as Khan did for his own. Few inferior men held such loyalty. The captain could just as likely shoot the torpedoes at him after this botched attempt at a capture.

Khan wondered if he should commandeer the shuttle instead and take flight to the Enterprise with claims of surrender. But with two of the starship’s crew dead, and with Khan’s reputation, would the fair-minded captain remain amenable or claim revenge?

He scowled in disgust as he realized he could not take such a risk with his crew at stake. He did not know this captain. He could not anticipate how best to mold the man’s actions to suit Khan’s own purpose. If only he’d looked the Enterprise’s captain in the eye, even for a moment, he could get the measure of him.

Khan lacked the knowledge he needed to proceed with his plans. Prudence demanded that he keep this broken man alive to learn more about the torpedoes and to secure passage to the Enterprise if required.

With this goal fixed in mind, Khan went to work.

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (1/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-24 06:29 am (UTC)

OP here, and YAAAYYY!!! This is an awesome start. I can't wait to see where you go with it! :DDD Thanks for picking this prompt up.

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (1/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-26 07:53 pm (UTC)

I'm glad you're liking the fill so far, Ye Noble Plot Bunny Provider :)

FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (2a/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-26 07:58 pm (UTC)

Kirk woke with a throbbing head and his pulse thumping in his ears. The pain in his right side surged from dull to sharp as his mind cleared. He had the notion that something foreign steeped in his blood, and not alcohol for once – or perhaps not enough alcohol?

What had he done? Where had he ended up?

A long, sharp face topped by dark hair moved toward him. The man observed him with cold, dark eyes.

In a rush of clarity, he recognized the man as John Harrison.
Fresh blood rushed into his head. Hatred filled the void left by confusion. “You.”

“How many torpedoes are there?”

Harrison leaned in, but Kirk’s mouth was too dry to spit. “Go to hell,” he said.

A hand closed around his throat. He grabbed Harrison’s wrist and yanked it, but his arm seemed immovable. Kirk struggled to breathe and felt a rush of panic.

“How many torpedoes?” His grip loosened, and Kirk gasped for air.

“Enough,” Kirk said. Harrison tightened his hand. Kirk writhed and pried at his fingers, but the man stayed steady as stone.

“How many?”

Kirk’s lungs burned. His vision filled with spots. His struggles weakened.

Harrison’s pale face and cold gaze were the last things Kirk would see.

Then Harrison eased his grip again.

Relief overwhelmed him. What did it matter if Harrison knew? “Seventy-two.”

Harrison released his hold and backed away.

Kirk heaved and coughed. He cursed himself for his weakness. How could he let a terrorist best him? He found Harrison even more despicable for his effective interrogation. But let him try to outrun seventy-two torpedoes. They had the scumbag cornered.

“I surrender,” Harrison said.

The lack of resistance took Kirk by surprise, and he resented it. Even his surrender seemed like a power play. But what else had he expected? He had Harrison captured as planned, and Harrison just acknowledged it.

He pushed himself to his feet in one quick movement. The pang in his side made him regret it. Kirk realized he’d lost his shirt; it lay bloodied on the shuttle floor. Someone had cleaned, stitched and bandaged his injury. He touched his head – a sore cut there had received the same treatment. The shuttle had moved somewhere even darker, but the grim setting still looked like Kronos.

His throat ached. He struggled to speak. “I accept your surrender. Now where’s my crew?”

Harrison paused. “The others are dead.”

“Bullshit. Where are they?”

“They lie where they fell. I couldn’t spare the time to bring their bodies.”

Fury propelled Kirk forward. He stalked toward Harrison until a few inches separated them. “You are a liar. You are a criminal.”

Their eyes met. Harrison’s expressionless brow twitched. Kirk remembered the glare they’d shared on Earth. He knew that Harrison remembered it too in that moment.

“First officer?”

“Captain. Captain James T. Kirk.”

“Captain.”

Harrison said that word as if he savored it. Kirk didn’t like it one bit. Their closeness made him uncomfortable, but taking a step back would be a victory for this bastard. “I will ask you one more time, and you will tell me the truth.” He let the implicit threat hang for a beat. “Where is my crew?”

FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (2b/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-26 07:59 pm (UTC)

“You don’t remember, Captain?”

Dread tingled in his mind. He’d forgotten something. His stomach dropped as he realized he didn’t want to remember. “Remember what?”
“You were still conscious when they killed the woman. She fell before you came out shooting.”

Bile rose in Kirk’s throat. He swallowed it. He stepped away and steadied himself against a console. Tears came to his eyes. God, Uhura. He remembered now. He’d shouted in rage as he shot down the Klingon who’d killed her. He’d heard Spock’s animalistic howl after he turned over her body and saw her dead eyes. The memories echoed in the chamber of his skull.

“And the others?”

“They were killed in battle. You were the only survivor, aside from me.”

Lies. He couldn’t trust the words of this traitor. But he remembered Spock fall to a Klingon’s blade and choked on his breath. One of the Klingons had knocked Kirk’s weapon out of his hand. Then he’d punched Kirk to the ground. He’d landed hard. Before he could move, another blow had hurtled toward him.

“God.” His chest shook with the effort to hold back his grief. He pressed his hands to his face and embraced the pain from his head wound as he disturbed it. Spock was dead, Uhura was dead, and the others. He’d failed them all. The bulk of all his disappointments and resentments before Starfleet surged and crashed into him, joined by every failure since. Kirk fell to one knee from the weight of it on his soul. His tears threatened to spill.

No, he could not let himself break down now. Not in front of Harrison. He swallowed back his despair, pushed it under until he could rage alone. He saw Harrison examine him.

“Captain.”

Kirk heard pity in the word this time.

His fist smashed into Harrison’s face before he realized he’d thrown the punch.

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (2b/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-28 05:34 pm (UTC)

OP again, and yayyy fight scene and angst! :DDD More, more, more! I am greedy like whoa.

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (2b/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-31 04:02 am (UTC)

Thanks, glad you're liking it even though it's not kinky yet (but will be)! More is coming now!

FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (3a/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-31 04:05 am (UTC)

Khan approved of the form of the captain’s strikes, though they lacked the force to bother him. Here stood a man who had punched many jaws before – a curious history in this so-called civilized age.

He took another blow with ease. The captain ran out of strength. He clutched his knee with one hand and his sore side with the other. He didn’t know how deep that wound had gone, how much blood he’d lost before Khan saved him.

Captain James T Kirk: a panting wreck of a man, but clever enough to engineer the destruction of Khan’s chopper and noble enough to fly to Kronos to capture him instead of launching torpedoes. His eyes sparked and fists flew with passion despite the morals and inferior genetics that held him back from greatness.

Khan would have enjoyed toying with him under less dire circumstances.

But he had no time for Kirk’s ire now. He needed to reach the Enterprise, and soon.

“We should leave before the Klingons find this ship again, Captain.”

Kirk glowered at him while he continued to catch his breath. Khan wondered how long that would take. Their schedule tightened by the moment and had little to do with the Klingons.

Finally the captain rose. He pushed Khan face-first into one of the bulkheads, and Khan allowed it. Handcuffs snapped around his wrists. Starfleet standard; he could break them with ease if needed.

Kirk strapped him into a seat in the back of the shuttle. Khan allowed that too.

With nothing of import to do, Khan shut his eyes and listened as the engine switched back to primary power. It buzzed as the shuttle glided out of the crevasse he’d hidden them in. They broke through the atmosphere into the blackness of space.

Their quiet flight did not last long. Within minutes, they confronted battle – no, slaughter. The U.S.S. Vengeance had unleashed its arsenal upon the Enterprise.

Marcus moved faster than Khan had hoped. Some idiot must have sent a report to Starfleet. Of course Marcus came running when he realized they intended to capture him instead of kill him.

Time for another change of plans.

“What the hell?” said Kirk. “Enterprise, this is Kirk! Can you hear me? What’s your status?”

Khan knew their status: doomed. Surely Marcus had beamed the torpedoes to the Vengeance already – likely with the full cooperation of the Enterprise’s crew before he turned on them. And once he finished with the Enterprise, he would fire the torpedoes and the men and women within them.

Khan could not let that happen. He had to board the Vengeance.

And for that, he needed the Enterprise.

He set about breaking the handcuffs.

A voice crackled over the comm. “— attack — Marcus, Captain! Shields — and losing power.”

“You’re breaking up, Sulu! Just beam me over and –”

“You can’t help them from the ship.”

Kirk ignored him. “Sulu, come in!”

“Ignore me at your peril. I designed that ship, Captain.”

Kirk finally tore his eyes from the sight of the Vengeance carving through his ship. “If you can help, then help.”

He tossed off the handcuffs and took the seat to Kirk’s left. “Tell them to fire everything at the starboard docking port.”

“Why the docking port?”

Khan caught Kirk’s gaze and held it with his force of will. “If you don’t do what I say, your crew will be dead in moments.”

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (3b/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-05-31 04:07 am (UTC)

He caught the flash of desperation in Kirk’s eyes. Good, Khan needed him desperate. Khan diverted power from the engines to strengthen their communications signal. “Now!”

“Kirk to Enterprise, target all weapons on the starboard docking port!”

“Captain, are you sure —”

“Just do it!”

After waiting long seconds, Khan saw the flash of the Enterprise’s weapons heading just where he needed them. The Vengeance absorbed the blows without flinching. But the algorithm controlling shield energy distribution around the Vengeance deprioritized the docking port in a combat situation.

For two seconds, the shields in that area would stay weak enough for Khan to send a signal through. His fingers moved faster on the console than any normal man’s.

Khan would never design a ship without leaving himself back doors. Not all of them had survived design reviews, but he needed only one.

The starboard section of the Vengeance’s shields fell.

“Head for the docking port,” he said. He needn’t have bothered; Kirk had already diverted power back to the shuttle’s engines and set the proper course, full speed ahead. Not a complete fool.

The Vengeance continued to fire upon the Enterprise.

“— Captain —”

“Just hang on, I'm going to —”

The Enterprise’s frame burst open at every seam as it exploded in an enormous ball of flame. The sudden end to its gradual destruction startled even Khan – but he’d known from the moment he saw the Vengeance that the Enterprise would founder.

Khan had told Kirk that his crew would die if he did not listen.

He never said they would live if Kirk did.

Kirk’s scream rang through the shuttle as they docked.

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (3b/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-06-02 12:30 pm (UTC)

poor bb! Please, I have to know what happens next!!!

Re: FILL: In a Mirror, Darkly (4a/?)

(Anonymous)

2013-06-03 05:40 am (UTC)

Kirk’s throat felt raw. That single, physical sensation became his focus. The soreness pulsed as he breathed.

Everything else seemed distant. He saw himself sit at the head of a shuttle and stare into darkness.

He swallowed, and it burned.

A voice formed words, but the thick fog around Kirk swallowed them. A hand gripped his shoulder. A face spun into view.

“We need to go,” the man said. Kirk knew that face – Harrison – but couldn’t bring himself to care.

Harrison popped the clasp on Kirk’s seatbelt.

Kirk blinked. He couldn’t feel anything. Even his blood seemed still.

“You can stay here and die, or you can claim vengeance for your lost crew. Your choice, Captain.”

Kirk knew that he had to stand up, so he did, though he could not process why. The edges of that thought threatened to swallow him, so he glided away from it. He followed Harrison to the hatch and took a phaser when he offered it.

A clamor of phaser fire greeted them as soon as the hatch opened.

Kirk followed his instincts. Breathing came easier as he fought. Between him and Harrison, they got all of their welcoming party disarmed and down before long,

They sprinted into a narrow set of corridors. The enemy had set ambushes. The confrontation turned into a fistfight.

Kirk found that more satisfying than phasers. His blood pumped again. His knuckles cracked into an opponent’s temple, and he experienced a sudden burst of thought.

His crew was dead.

He roared through his teeth and whacked the same man again, under the jaw. He went down.

The fallen body revealed Harrison observing him. The number of men sprawled around them both – but especially around Harrison – seemed impossible. In that moment, Kirk realized that they were two men going up against the entire crew of a starship and somehow winning. And he had no idea where this ship had come from or who it belonged to.

Anxiety tightened his chest. His crew was dead. And he had no goddamn idea what was happening.

Harrison stalked away, no doubt toward their next fight with mystery men aboard this enormous, murderous starship.

“Hold up,” Kirk said.

Harrison paused and turned around. He raised his eyebrows just a tick.

Kirk hardly knew where to start. “What the hell is going on here? Who are these people?”

“This is not the time. We need to reach the bridge.”

Now that Kirk had experienced his first taste of righteous fury, it spread through his blood like wildfire. “Like hell it’s not the time! Tell me where we are!”

“We are onboard the U.S.S. Vengeance, a prototype starship designed for war. Your Admiral Marcus is in command. He destroyed your ship, murdered your crew and intends the same fate for us and –” he paused “– for others who are known to me.”

This new information swam in Kirk’s skull for some moments before it could even start penetrating. He couldn’t trust Harrison, but he had no one left to believe. “Admiral Marcus? But why?”

“You can ask him when we get to the bridge.” Harrison turned around and moved briskly onward.

FILL: The Road to Stockholm

pastelfeathers

2013-05-27 12:01 am (UTC)

I hope it's okay that I'm filling this again. I think this pairing needs more non-rape/semi-consensual stories. :)

The Road to Stockholm

Re: FILL: The Road to Stockholm

i_am_magician

2013-05-27 02:00 am (UTC)

I totally agree, and I read the first chapter! Fantastic start! I happily await your next update.

Re: FILL: The Road to Stockholm

(Anonymous)

2013-05-28 05:32 pm (UTC)

OP here! I'm glad someone else doesn't see these two as a rape-only pair. I am down with dubcon to some extent, but non-con is so not my thing. Thanks for filling, I totally don't mind. The more the merrier! :D

Really enjoying the first chapter, and I can't wait for more! Thanks!

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