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Scar Tissue, Part 1

Title: Scar Tissue
Author: [info]ladyblahblah (and ninjaboots !)
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my car.  I certainly don't own the Trek Franchise or any of its characters
Warnings: mentions of sexual slavery
Summary: It's been three years since Spock went missing.  Three years of searching.  Jim refuses to accept that he's finally found him broken.
Author's Note: OMGYG I FINALLY CONVINCED ninjaboots TO WRITE WITH ME!!!  *flails*  This story is the result of one of our spazztastic late-night chats, and was inspired by a McCoy/Chekov story that follows these same basic lines.  (If anyone has any idea what I'm talking about, please please please point me towards the story in question!  I've lost the link and can't remember the title or author, and I want to fall down at the author's feet in humble worship.)  No infringement on her story is intended; we just couldn't resist the urge to give it the K/S touch. o.o  Because who doesn't like amnesiac-sex-slave!Spock?  Not either of us, I'll tell you that!
P.S. ninjaboots will be writing the next part, so feel free to hassle her relentlessly for it.

Something in Spock’s brain seemed to itch when he looked at his new master, this golden Human with the ice-blue eyes. 

As far as Humans went this one was, in Spock’s opinion, remarkably aesthetically pleasing, and though the opinion of a slave was of no true consequence he was gratified that this one had won the auction.  Of the three who had bid the longest, this was the one that Spock would have chosen for himself.  The Cardassian’s face had spoken of cruelty—years of experience had taught Spock to read such things with almost unerring accuracy—and the Romulan . . . Spock did not believe he would care to be sold to a Romulan.  The sight of her ignited something in him that was very close to disgust.  Very close to rage.  He chose not to investigate the feeling too closely.

The Human, however . . . Spock did not know much of Humans.  He had encountered very few of them in the past several years; most belonged to the United Federation of Planets, and he had been kept very far from Federation space until quite recently.  Vulcan slaves had always been rare, but now they were almost unheard of.  Spock knew that that was the reason he fetched such a high price, and he supposed that it also accounted for the look on the Human’s face as he had placed his bids.  There had been desperation there, almost obsession.  Of all the auction’s participants he alone had kept his eyes on Spock the entire time, that fierce blue stare never once wavering.  His persistence had paid off—the bidding had closed with him the winner, and he was now in the receiving room to take possession of his purchase.

Spock kept his eyes respectfully downcast, though the desire to look upon his new master was nearly overwhelming.  He reminded himself, however, that he would have ample opportunity to do so in the future.  Now it was important to display his best behavior, to assure this man that he had not wasted a small fortune in credits on a disobedient slave.  Someone who believed in luck might have said that Spock’s in the last five point three seven months had been trending bad, and that now that it was looking up again he should not jeopardize his situation by displaying any behavior that might be perceived as rebellious.

Spock did not believe in luck, but it was sound advice nonetheless.

“He’s strong,” the Overseer was explaining, “but he’s well-trained.  Won’t give you any trouble; unless you want him to, that is,” he said with a conspiratorial chuckle.  “A shame you weren’t here for the showing last night to put him through his paces.  Not many men who’ll buy an untested slave.”

“Yes, well.”  His new master’s voice sounded strained, and Spock immediately began to catalogue possible causes and remedies.  “It’s not every day that a Vulcan comes up for sale.”

“You have a point there, certainly,” was the jovial reply.  “We’ve been advertising this one for weeks, you know, and no other House in the quadrant has had so much as a whisper of a Vulcan on their blocks in all that time.  You’ll find his papers all in order.  Medical history, record of prior owners, nothing out of the ordinary.  Ah.”  A hint of concern crept into the overseer’s voice.  “I must remind you that once you leave the premises, all sales are final.  Are you certain you wouldn’t like to have a more thorough look at him before you commit yourself?”

“I—yes.  Good idea.  Could I have a little privacy for a minute?”

“Of course, sir.  If you would like to book the use of one of our private rooms—”

“No,” Spock’s master said harshly, though his tone was quickly modulated.  “Ah, no.  Just a moment to . . . look him over, as you said.”

“Very good, sir.  I will be nearby should you require anything.”

“Yeah.  Great.  Thanks.”  Footsteps receded through the open door but, true to the Overseer’s promise, halted nearby.  Spock’s new master waited until they had ceased before he reached out to touch his shoulder.  “Spock,” he said quietly.  “Hey, look at me.”

Spock lifted his head obediently.  His master was standing quite close, eyes locked intently on Spock’s.  While he had been able to discern their color earlier during his unbroken gaze upon the auction block, Spock had not truly realized until that moment how vivid this Human’s eyes were.  They stared at him expectantly, clearly anticipating . . . what?  He had had no opportunity for skin-to-skin contact, and his weak telepathy was limited to touch alone.  Without further information he did not dare to take the risk of speculating as to what his master desired.  Not when what he desired was all too clear in his mind, his blood humming with a hunger he had rarely felt in recent memory.

Whatever those blue eyes were seeking, they did not seem to find it.  They filled with disappointment and something that may have been pain, and Spock ruthlessly suppressed the panic that tried to rise in him.  Had he managed, in so short a time, to sabotage his own future?  His duties would be pleasant with this man, even desirable.  But surely now he would change his mind, inform the Overseer that there had been a mistake, that he did not want—

“How may I serve you, Master?” Spock asked at last, desperate to show his willingness to behave, to be whatever his master might require.  It seemed he had miscalculated, however, when the Human reeled back as though Spock had struck him, eyes wide before his face hardened and he called for the Overseer to return.

Lowering his head once more, Spock sought to calm his roiling emotions.  He would not be sold here again, he knew; after the spectacle of his auction, it would be a humiliation for the House to have to admit that his purchaser had rejected him on sight.  Two options then: either he would be sent to another House in another city, or the Overseer would contact one of the other two enthusiastic bidders.  In either case, the odds of obtaining a new master as appealing as this one were so small as to be not worth calculating. 

Kaiidth.  He would endure.

“More than satisfactory,” the Human was saying, and it took several seconds for his words to penetrate Spock’s carefully rigid calm.  “I take it my account has cleared?”

“Indeed it has.  If there’s nothing else, then . . .?”

“No, nothing else.  It’s been—”  Spock risked a glance up to see his master’s jaw working before his lips stretched in a strained smile.  “A pleasure.”

“It has been our honor to serve you,” the Overseer said with a deep bow.  When he straightened he reached up with a small electronic key to unlock the tracker attached to Spock’s collar.  “His registration,” he added, holding out a small data chip.  When his master shot it a look of undisguised distaste and turned his back, Spock took possession of the chip in his stead, grateful to be allowed to serve even in such a small capacity.

“Come on, Spock.  Let’s get out of here.”

Spock stepped forward quickly, falling into place beside and just behind his master as they made their way out of the auction house.  They had barely made it three blocks before Spock found himself hauled into a narrow, abandoned side street with his new master all but pressed against him.  Surprise came first; from his behavior to this point, Spock had fully expected jealously guarded privacy for their coupling.  He allowed his blood to heat, however, his flesh already quickening at the thought of what his master might require.

“Spock.”  His voice was low and insistent.  “What you said in the auction house—that was just a cover, right?  You know who I am.”

“Of course I do,” Spock assured him, anxious to banish the nerves from that lovely face.  “You are my master; I am yours to command.”  His voice dropped in register and he pressed subtly into the hands that held him by the shoulders.  “Tell me what you desire of me.”

Horror bloomed in bright blue eyes, and Spock’s face dropped all expression in order to cover his own dismay.  Had he misstepped again?  In the past three years Spock had found Humans to be almost universally the easiest species to read, their needs simplest to anticipate.  They broadcast their desires loudly and openly, as though entirely unashamed of their own urges.  Why, then, was this particular Human proving so difficult to understand?

“No, I’m not—it’s me, Spock.  Jim Kirk.  Tell me . . . please, you remember me, don’t you?”

Spock searched his memory then, and nodded slowly.  “Yes, I do.”  Unabashed relief met his assertion, only to be washed away at his next words.  “You bid for me most enthusiastically.  Your determination honored me.”

“Okay.”  His master released him, taking a deep breath before scrubbing both hands over his face.  “Okay.  We’re gonna get you back home, and we’re going to fix this.  Don’t worry.  I know,” he said with a small smile before Spock could speak.  “Vulcans don’t worry, right?”

“Indeed.  However, if I may inquire . . .” He hesitated, but his master’s expression remained open.  “Where is home, precisely?”

“The Enterprise.”  The words were spoken softly, with an expectation that Spock did not comprehend though his mind tingled and itched again.  “We’re taking you back; we’re gonna have to keep up this act, though, until we’re safely into Federation space.  All right?”

Spock simply nodded.  Were he to allow himself, he may have felt a sense of vindication: though two other slaves with whom he had spoken insisted that the Federation outlawed slavery within its territory, Spock had been doubtful of their claim.  Slavery was a natural way of life; unpleasant at times, perhaps, for those in his position, but as simple and undeniable a fact as gravity or the airlessness of space.  Hopeful, romantic dreams were not logical.  He would face the universe as it was.

“Let’s go, then,” Jim Kirk said.  “We couldn’t bring the ship into Orion space, but I have passage back booked already.  It shouldn’t be difficult to get you on the transport, too.”  His hand landed on Spock’s shoulder again, squeezing firmly.  “Everything’s going to be okay, Spock.  Trust me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Odd, he thought as they made their way to the port terminal, that he truly did.

>>Part 2


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Jun. 22nd, 2010 05:41 am (UTC)
fngfasldkdnsDLKGJCLKFGJAD! *flails*

just wanted to say that.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
Hee! Thanks! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 06:02 am (UTC)

T-there needs to be a next part, like now.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
OMG your icon. XD

ninjaboots, you heard the lady!

Glad you're enjoying it so far. ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 06:14 am (UTC)
Very much looking forward to reading more.

Thanks so much for sharing!
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
Thanks! ^_^ Glad you're enjoying it so far.
Jun. 22nd, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
What, but...WHAT? Oh my this looks good (and I usually hate amnesia fics) in the vaguely guiltifying way of hookerfic and slavefic. Love that it's from the POV of the amnesiac slave and yet we have a pretty clear picture of what has happened (considering it is the first chapter and all). More please?
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:19 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! ^____^ I'm glad you're enjoying it! The perspective's actually gonna shift around a bit, so we'll get some insight into Jim's head, as well. Why? Because that way we get MOAR ANGST. *cackles in evil glee*
Jun. 22nd, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
omg omg OMG

moar please?
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
Yeah, ninjaboots! MOAR!

Glad you enjoyed this! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 07:06 am (UTC)
This is a most promising opening!
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you liked it! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 07:45 am (UTC)
i am not sure if hilarious is the right word for it but i was still snorting at spock...uhm...evil me? evil you? awesome all around :)
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:22 am (UTC)
Hee! Clueless!Spock is awfully adorably hilarious. XD Glad you're liking this!
Jun. 22nd, 2010 07:53 am (UTC)
Poor Spock, i'm hurt for him, but he's going to be ok, with Jim, he's going to fix him isn't it ?

Can't wait for more.

Edited at 2010-06-22 07:53 am (UTC)
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
Glad you're enjoying it so far! And don't worry, bb; I'm pretty sure Jim isn't going to rest until Spock is all fixed up to his satisfaction. -_-

(That . . . wasn't meant to sound quite so dirty.)
Jun. 22nd, 2010 08:12 am (UTC)
*flails with you* OMG! You guyz!!!! You wrote it! (are writing it .. heh. My grammar escapes me out of flail-iciousness! ;) ) And I didn't have to wait until next year's bigbang to read it - WOOT! :D
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:24 am (UTC)
YES! It took quite a bit of wheedling and even more shameless begging, but I prevailed! And yes, we lack in patience. XD Glad you're excited with us, bb!
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Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:24 am (UTC)
Hee! Thanks! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 09:09 am (UTC)
omgomgomg i love love love this!! i totally can't wait for the next part!
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:25 am (UTC)
Hee, thanks! Glad you're enjoying it! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 11:44 am (UTC)
Oh man, this is breaking my heart already! ;__; Can't wait for more. And on that note...

ninjaboots: botherbotherbotherbotherbotherbotherbother ad infinitum
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:25 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you like it so far! ^_^

(Cant . . . stop . . . laughing . . . at your icon . . . XD)
(no subject) - nahara - Jun. 23rd, 2010 09:56 am (UTC) - Expand
Jun. 22nd, 2010 01:46 pm (UTC)

Uh. I was listening Adam Lambert´s Mad World....
Never read rescued slave Spock with soundtrack.*blinks*
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
Awww, bb. *cuddles you* I promise, this fic isn't going to be as angsty as it might seem. It's mostly an excuse for flustered!Jim and sexually-frustrated!Spock. XD
Jun. 22nd, 2010 01:59 pm (UTC)
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)

Glad you liked it so far! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 02:00 pm (UTC)

YOU GUYS. YOU...YOU GUUUUYS! *pets poor Spock* so confused bb ;_;
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:30 am (UTC)
His new master is so pretty! And he seems determined to keep Spock, even though he apparently keeps misreading all of the signals. It's very confusing. The poor lamb. *pets him with you*

Glad you enjoyed this bit! XD
Jun. 22nd, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
Oh god this makes my stomach roil. What he must have suffered. This is definitely shaping up to be a most wild ride.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
It's gonna be somethin', all right. Glad you enjoyed it so far! ^_^
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Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:32 am (UTC)
It's coming as fast as I can hassle ninjaboots into writing it, I promise!
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Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
JOIN THE KINK PARTY, BB! It's a good time. ^_^

Glad you're liking it so far!
Jun. 22nd, 2010 05:10 pm (UTC)
So...if I concentrate ultra hard, and squint my eyes just so and wrinkle my forehead like this...the next chapter will show up, right? Right?

Jun. 23rd, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
Heeee! XD Glad you're liking it so far!
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Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:00 am (UTC)
Don't worry, bb, we will make it all better! . . . Eventually.

Glad you're enjoying it so far!
Jun. 22nd, 2010 06:57 pm (UTC)
*purrs at the mere idea of it* Ohhh do continue. You've captured and tantalized me with this first bit. Looove it.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:01 am (UTC)
Hee, thanks! ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! (We certainly captured and tantalized ourselves already. o.o)
Jun. 22nd, 2010 06:57 pm (UTC)
I'm not normally into slavefic and the like, and amnesia makes me really, really sad, but I had to read it cuz it's you and if anyone can pull it off, you can.

I feel so damn bad for Jim in this, seriously. Poor baby, having lost Spock and found him again only to find out he doesn't remember him. Of course, I have thorough belief that you'll make it better. And the way you have Spock describe him, how he's pretty but completely enigmatic. But we know that his heart is absolutely broken by all of this.

And Spock. Dammit, Spock. I love how he doesn't remember, but he likes Jim anyway. And how he tries to figure him out but he can't quite manage it.

I really want more!
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:03 am (UTC)
D'awww! *blushes* Thanks, bb!

Never fear! ninjaboots and I are, like, allergic to unhappy endings or something. EVERYTHING WILL TURN OUT OKAY, I PROMISE!

I'm so excited you like it even though it's not your usual thing! ^_^ Thanks for reading!
Jun. 22nd, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)
OMG, I need more of this! Kirk taking care of way-too-obedient!Spock! That's gonna be awesome! ♥
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:03 am (UTC)
Way-too-obedient!Spock is awesome! Glad you're enjoying it so far! ^_^
Jun. 22nd, 2010 09:07 pm (UTC)
It's like your fic lined with addictive substances, because now I need more. Seriously. I'm intrigued by how Jim will handle a Spock who wants to please him... *g*
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:04 am (UTC)

I mean.


I'm glad you're liking it so far!

I'm intrigued by how Jim will handle a Spock who wants to please him... *g*

Too much innuendo . . . brain shutting down . . . XD
(no subject) - soraya2004 - Jun. 24th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC) - Expand
Jun. 22nd, 2010 09:12 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. Amazing.
Jun. 23rd, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)
Thanks! ^_^ Glad you're enjoying it so far!
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