Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Spock, Khan , Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Spock/Nyota Uhura
Continuity: Star Trek XII: Into Darkness
Genres: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Violence, Character death
Spoilers: For Star Trek XII: Into Darkness
Summary: Vengeance burns in Spock’s heart.
Date Of Completion: May 22, 2013
Date Of Posting: June 28, 2013
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Paramount does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 587
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The tumult of emotions was overwhelming as Spock watched the suffering in Jim’s handsome face. The Human gasped for breath as the radiation ate him up from the inside out.
“…at great cost.”
Old Spock had said the price for defeating Khan had been high. Had he watched his Jim die in agony after saving the ship?
He could feel Scotty’s presence close by, the engineer’s grief like a Scottish funeral dirge. Spock could feel his own breathing harsh in his chest. He dropped to his knees and touched his hand to the protective glass shielding as Jim put his hand up at the same moment. Spock watched the light leave those brilliant blue eyes as Jim quietly slipped away.
The ancient howl rose up from deep in his chest as the modern name of Jim’s killer was used to give voice to his grief.
Is yours to hone.
He was on the Hunt. His prey was still alive. He could feel him. No logic told him so. Instinct pushed him through the halls of the Enterprise as his blood ran molten through his veins.
The deepest part of me.
He beamed down to Earth with his phaser in hand in place of the ancient lirpa. He spotted Khan immediately. A red haze clouded his vision as he ran with all the speed he possessed. Khan was elusive prey but Spock had the weight of thousands of years of hunting in his blood. He was a Vulcan Warrior listening to the call of his ancestors.
Sings over the sand
As my Mate’s blood
Sinks deep into the land.
He was focused, uncaring of the beings on the streets as he ran like a le-matya. The Humans saw only his logic. They forgot that his people had once been the most savage Warriors in the galaxy.
The chase was endless, but Spock finally caught his prey. He clamped his fingers down on Khan’s shoulder. The Human twisted out of his grasp and the fight was on.
Incredibly brutal, Khan discovered that Spock was no longer playing the rules of a civilized century. Far older rules were in play now.
My tear-stained robes
As the wail of grief
Burns my blood.
The fight was savage as Spock saw the world in that red haze. It blotted out the blue of Earth’s sky, the color of…
Uhura was beamed down and not even a phaser could stun Khan completely. Spock’s vision darkened and the tide turned as he felt the wail build up in his throat. He grabbed Khan and began to punch him, blood spattering his sky-blue tunic.
As my Mate’s soul
Calls to me.
I taste vengeance
In my mouth
As my katra
Yearns to join
He punched and punched and punched, Vulcan strength tearing into flesh and bone. He had his prey, and he would pay.
Uhura spoke, words that pierced the red haze. He paused.
Nothing else mattered.
The Vulcan Warrior
Is savage and cold
While his blood burns
And Vulcan’s sun
Casts a ruby shadow
On the desert floor.
The Ancient Way
Of the K’tare
Sings with the bells
As the ahn-woon
And the lirpa
Are the K’tare’s
As the call
Of the Warrior
Screams like a le-matya
In the wind.
My Mate calls.
Ancient Vulcan Warrior