universal_charm | World 03 - Returning to Normal Space [ Action / Audio ]

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World 03 - Returning to Normal Space [ Action / Audio ]

[ Okay, this sucked. This really, really sucked. To be quite honest he wasn't very sure how long he had been locked up and poked and prodded, but it was long enough and he had never been quite so happy for fresh air and trees. He just hated that he was jumping at every little crack and tweet. He hadn't been this twitchy since... well, he couldn't remember. Maybe his first big storm, but what did it matter? He was twitchy, but wouldn't you be after being held captive for so long?

And he was seriously out of shape if this jaunt through the wood was making him pant and sweat. He gulped, aching everywhere, and pretty sure that his already bruised up body would not thank him for this later. In fact, it was not thanking him now. It was violently protesting, and he finally gave him and found a place to ease himself down and sit.

He thought it must have been some sort of cruel mercy that his captors had given him back his journal-thing when he woke up inside the forest of his original birdcage. He glared at it for a minute as he tried to remember how to turn it on, and finally got it going, so a little image of him appeared to whoever was listen. ]

So, contrary to what I assume is popular belief, I'm not dead. But, uh, could use some help making it all the way home, you know? I'm sitting in the woods, hugging a tree, so come and find me. I don't plan on moving any time soon.

[ He doesn't think he looks to bad to others, at least. He has a few bruises around his jaw and nose, but otherwise does not seem overly harmed. Though the bruises are a lovely shade of blue and green at this point. ]

[ooc: Yup, he's back from kidnapping!! With a little side-effect: his flirt skills are going to be seriously cramped for a bit, since anytime he sees a girl, he'll get physically ill. Don't take it personally ladies.]

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_{[He made a sound of protest, but didn't have the energy to argue. He sighed and laid his head on Spock's shoulder, cuddling up in the other's coat.]}

Fine, have it your way.

[Spock shivers from the cold, but he starts a brisk pace towards their home.
He was reluctant to inform that Captain that he had not actually been living there... and that he essentially had a mental break-down not long after he left.
No matter. He would see his Captain well.]

It is a logical way Captain.

Always with the logic...

_{[He sighed, happy to be going home. To have Spock with him. He didn't want to admit it, but he was a bit scared now, and he had been terrified all throughout the kidnapping. A part of him had thought they wouldn't stop till he died.]}

You'll have to fill me in on everything that's happened.

[Spock could feel that his Captain was still in pain.... and scared. Unconsciously he tightened his grip...]

I am not sure what to inform you of Captain.. the nature of this place is rather chaotic and unpredictable. [That isn't the half of it... and Spock does not want to needlessly worry his Captain... but why he would ever worry about him is another matter entirely.]

_{[He did not protest the tightening, finding comfort in it, in the solid presence of his crew mate and his best friend. Of course, he would never admit to being carried.]}

I know that's a lie. You'll have a way to tell it to me, in some logical order, that will probably lull me half to sleep at some point.

[Spock gives Jim a curious look...
They did still have a significant distance to go... the Community house that he was residing in was closer to Jim's location then their house...]

I must admit that I do not where to start Captain...

At the beginning, Spock. That's the logical spot, right?

My situation has been rather illogical.

I experienced a significant of mental trauma shortly after you were kidnapped Captain. [Spock shivered, but it was not because of the cold.]

_{[He frowned, hearing that, concern bubbling up sharply. He looked up at the other, those blue eyes bright and his brow furrowed.]}

What kind of trauma?

[Spock shakes his head...]

Nothing that you need concern yourself Captain. Know that it is being seen to and my mind is 'on the mend' as it were.

_{[Oh no, it was not going to be that easy. Kirk glared and reached up, grabbing one of those ears and squeezing tightly with his fingers.]}

'On the mend' doesn't mean that it's 'all better'. Explain it all to me, now. And that's an order, as your Captain.

[Spock stopped moving when he felt his Captain pull his ear... He was mildly thankful that the darkness covered the green tint that stained his face...

He leveled a glare at Jim.]

I would be much appreciative if you did not handle my ears.

[Spock started moving again...] My mind reached its limit.. and I.. I broke. I lost control...again. The shift left me ruined...and I mentally violated several people. [Spock's voice was getting quieter and quieter...]

_{[It did not hide it so well, and he thought he saw those cheeks darken. It gave him something to think on, to be sure, but he let it go for the moment in favor of the more pressing issue.

It was unusual for Spock to show emotion, and that it was leaking through now was a gigantic red flag. Licking his lips, Kirk slid his arm around the other's shoulders and leaned in, hugging him, his face pressing into his neck.]}

Hey, it'll be okay.

[Spock's pace slowed when his Captain wrapped his arms around him...

And in all honesty he wanted nothing more but to stop and allow himself to take comfort in this action. However, he will not succumb to this, he is in control of his emotions.]

Your concern is appreciated Captain. [Spock made sure to keep it formal... and his speed picked up once more...]

We are nearly there, then I can assess what damage has been done.

_{[Anyone else might have been offended at the formality, but Kirk knew better. He felt his pace slow a moment and he smiled to himself a bit. This was Spock at his best, almost, and he liked the idea of Spock physically showing, in some way, that his attempts at comfort meant something.

He lowered his arm and continued to let himself be carried.]}

It's just bruising, Spock.

[Spock quirked an eyebrow at his Captain..

It did not take long until they were at their house, and Spock was carrying Jim through the door. The house was dark, cold... and very un-lived in.
He took his Captain to his lab and placed him on one of the tables.]

Please remove your shirt Captain.

_{[Jim noticed, but decided not to ask about it - right now at least. He would need to ask about a lot of things later, but maybe when he might be more able to ward off any totally unnecessary vulcan pinches. Not cool, by the way.]}

I think thats the kinkest thing you've ever said to me.

_{[He took off his shirt gingerly, revealing a myriad of bruises across his chest, abdomen, back, and arms. The thing was, though, they did not look random. They looked purposefully placed, and all were centered around, upon closer inspecting, tiny, tiny pinpricks in his skin - like needles.]}

[Spock acquires a first aid kit that has been upgraded to meet his standards.... though given the technology limitations of Luceti, it leaves much to be desired.

He gathers all he needs and once again observes his Captain.]

I will sanitize the needle entry points... then I suggest you take a shower...
This might be cold.

[Spock proceeds to wipe at all the tiny pin holes on Jim's torso, giving the task his entire attention.
He found that the more he thought about it... the angrier at the Malnosso he got... and he could not afford that right now.]

_{[He hissed as the cold hit him. He had enough of cold, thanks. Stupid winter. But he stood it like the grown man he was with the minimum amount of bodily complaint.

He frowned when he felt this odd brushing in the back of his mind, like... anger? Kind of, but not quite. He reached out, running his fingers through the dark hair.]}

Careful, huh? Don't need more bruises, do I?

[Spock froze when he felt the fingers go through his hair... he barely repressed a shiver.

Then he felt the mental prod.... This was something that he wanted to avoid explaining to Jim. He did not want to give his Captain an opportunity to be disgusted with him after all that has happened.

He concentrates and shuts off his mind.]

Spock gives a frustrated sigh...]

I realize that you have been through much trauma Captain... however, the pressure I am exerting would hardly cause more damage. This is reminiscent of your appointments with Doctor McCoy. [That's it Spock... hide behind your logic...]

_{[He knew you well enough to know what you were doing. He wasn't stupid.]}

You've seen me bruised up before, Spock. You've bruised me up before. I'm not seriously hurt.

[Spock's hand tightened into a fist.... then loosened again as he tried to get under control. Leave it to Jim to break through some of his progress...

[Spock silently finished up and started to pack things away...]

I suggest you take a shower Captain. I will ready your room.
Do you require sustenance at this time?

Yeah, that would be good. And don't worry, I won't slip and fall.

_{[He smiled a bit at him as he slid off the cold table and took his shirt.]}

Maybe get me some fresh clothes too?

[Spock bows his head...]

Very well Captain...

[Spock leaves him and goes to Jim's room....turning down the bed and grabbing some clothing. On his way to the kitchen he leaves the clothes by the bathroom.

In the kitchen Spock looks in the fridge.... thankfully the fridge decided to stock itself...
He set about making one of Jim's favourites.... pancakes. However, while he was doing all these tasks he attempted to center himself... and examine the connection he had with his Captain. How should he hide this... How can he explain how he found him? He can only hope that Jim forgets that piece of information.]

_{[Spock would have no such luck. Kirk had begun to wonder as he bathed, gingerly working at his body. How had Spock found him? He hadn't exactly given directions or been talking loud and those journal-things didn't have locators. And why had he... known Spock was upset? Sure he knew his friend, but this had been more than facial and body cues. It was something else....

He bit his lip, wondering on it, finally getting out of the shower and wrapping himself up in fresh clothes and warmth.

He came out into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up and spirits lifting at the sight.]}

Pancakes? You shouldn't have!

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~hey darlin' XD

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It's like breaking legs isn't it. XDDD

damn it Spock!

....y u grab his ears.... >3>

stop acting like a child

you first! <3

:P

<3 (don't get any funny ideas m'dear. XD hahahaha)

<3 :3

~If this was a meme...... oh boy....

Oh baby ~

/facepalm XDD

/mwah/

^_~

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