Star Trek - Thy'la (Spock x OC)

Chapter 10 - The Games We Play

Edited: October 25th, 2024

- One Month Later -
- UNKNOWN POV -
- Earth -

Holding a small snow globe in my hands, staring deeply into it I watch as my newest source of entertainment walks around on the Enterprise... I've been noticing that she has been rather bored as of late.. and that damned Vulcan is pining after her. HOW DARE HE?! Must I show her his flaws?? Must I make myself known and tell her I don't approve- No I can't. Not this early in the game.. The dust of her move has yet to settle.. I must be patient..

Humming softly to myself I set down the snow globe on her computers desk, looking around her earthen room curiously. Slowly I look for something to spark an idea, something to add a little spice to her life.. to amuse both myself and her.. maybe toy with the Vulcan. As well.. Then I see it, On her computer, still logged in to her infernal video game.. She wasted the majority of four years for things that she cannot touch- No I must stop thinking like that.. Whatever makes her happy.. Makes me happy..

A lightbulb goes off in my brain, smirking devilishly. "Hmm Why don't I bring back an old rival of hers..." Sitting down in her uncomfortable computer chair I look around her desktop with a flick of my wrist. Then I see it. A history of a conversation she had with a friend.. Speaking about her accomplishment of killing an 'old god' before the next expansion released.. getting a mount as a prize.. Congratulating her on receiving a new firearm.. I wonder what this old god were to say now, if given a second chance at life.. I chuckle with a grin.

Lets... Add that spice.. shall we?

- Alex POV - ??? -

Groaning softly feeling an unfamiliar hardness on my back.. Fuck man, why is my mattress so hard..? Did I fall off the bed? A sudden breeze blow's over me, wafting over scents of dust and old wood. Opening my eyes I'm greeted with the sight of a dirty wooden ceiling... This is DEFINITELY not my room on the Enterprise.

Looking around my surroundings franticly for an indicator of where I am, but something about the room I'm in seems familiar.. But.. I can't exactly place it... "Oh for fuck sakes, not again." I thump my head to the floor with a whine, thinking I've been Isekai'd again..

"SPOCK!" Jim's voice bellows from outside, fear lacing his scream. Oh no!

Tossing the furs covering my body off myself, I sprint through the building. Uncaring of what dangers are out of the room. Finally finding the exit I see Jim through a glass window. Surrounded by bright white wolves, snarling with their teeth's barred circling him. Waiting for an opening to claim their meal. Gasping softly I watch as Jim holds his hands out in an attempt to keep them at bay. I walk outside in an attempt to help- gotta get a stick or something!

Suddenly from behind me inside the house, something pushes past me causing me to fall in the snow outside. A massive brown blob charges at the beasts. Ripping into the wolves throats spraying the snow with their blood, moving so fast that I have a hard time keeping up with it's movements. Then it stops standing in the middle above Jim, surrounded by dead wolves. Then it clicks. Oh my fucking god..

"F-Fafnir? Is that you..?" Squinting my eyes in confusion as I stare at the beast. Please lord let me be right.. I mean, it HAS to be him... A large three-headed dog with three elongated necks, each of their heads brandishing curved horns. Covered in rusty broken chains from it's previous master, Fafnir turns around and looks at me. It's tongue lulls to the side as it sees me. Bounding over happily he nuzzles all three of his heads into my side. Nearly knocking me back on my ass.