Burn To Ash: A Star Trek Fanfiction (Spock x OC)

Chapter 10

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter contains mentions of psychological torture and a depiction of a PTSD flashback. Please feel free to read on if in the event these issues just mentioned could be upsetting to you. If you struggle with PTSD, please know that you are loved and that there is no shame in seeking help. If you are in a medical emergency, please call 911, and if you are struggling with thoughts of suicide, please call 988.

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For a moment, I stood completely still, looking at the strange, foppish little man who had just appeared on the bridge. Finally, he spoke.

"Where are all your weapons, Captain? Don't you display your weapons?" His voice had a slight musical lilt to it, and sounded almost forcefully cheerful, which just made my aversion to him worse.

"Trelane," Kirk said, a small amount of shock and worry in his voice.

"Don't fret, Captain. I'm only a bit upset with you, but this Mr. Spock you mentioned, the one responsible for that unseemly, impudent act of taking you from me, which is he?" Trelane asked. Now I was just straight-up terrified. Spock finally spoke up.

"I am Spock."

"Surely not an officer. He isn't quite human, is he?" Trelane asked. My fear soon began to be overtaken by anger at the way he talked about Spock so casually, like he wasn't even in the room, but I said nothing.

"My father is from the planet Vulcan," Spock explained. 

"And are its natives predatory?" Trelane asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Not generally...but there have been exceptions," Spock replied, his voice carrying just a hint of a threat in it. This earned an amused "Really?" from Trelane, who then turned back to Kirk.

"You will see to his punishment?"

Kirk tensed up slightly, almost imperceptibly, and replied, "On the contrary. I commend his action."

"But I don't like him," Trelane replied with a slight smile, though I detected a hint of a whine in his voice. My anger slightly rose yet again. Kirk evidently felt the same way, because his next words were spoken with anger.

"Get off my ship!"

"Oh, rot! You're all going back with me."

"We're not going anywhere!"

"Nonsense. I have an absolutely enchanting sojourn on Gothos planned for all of you, and you shan't spoil it for me. Anyway, the decor of my drawing room is much more appropriate..."

Suddenly, as if by magic, we all suddenly appeared in a rather beautiful drawing room with 18th century decor all around us. In the middle of the room was a dining table, fully laden, with six high-backed chairs, two of which were occupied by Sulu and DeSalle. There was also a harpsichord with a mirror above it in the leftmost corner. I looked around with widened, slightly fearful, eyes, especially at the fireplace on the rightmost wall.

"...and tasteful. Don't you agree?" Trelane asked.

"No," Sulu replied snarkily. I gazed at him in approval.

"But so more fitting, honorable sir," Trelane said, smiling and giving a small bow, which I vaguely recognized as being a Japanese custom. Suddenly, DeSalle leapt up.

"You--!"

As quickly as he leapt up, DeSalle was frozen in his tracks. I looked over at Trelane, who seemed oddly giddy.

"Oh, what primitive fury! Why, he's the very soul of sublime savagery!" he exclaimed.  Kirk stepped in, angry, but still very calm.

"Trelane, let him go," he ordered. At this, Trelane did let him go, and Sulu grabbed onto DeSalle.