Spock's Heart (Spock X Reader) (#Wattys2018)

Humans -17-

Legs growing tired.

Arms swelling with fatigue

We've got to try.

"Come on Champ, we are almost back to where we were. We will be back soon, and we will...get Spock back. For you...for everyone."

{{Spock 3rd Person POV}}

It was dark, very dark.

Ropes dug into his skin at the wrists.

Chain held him to a metal bar of a cell.

Spock's shirt and skin was burned from the intense shock of the weapon. Itchy, red and purple skin was replaced at the wound by new skin.

The once perfect hair was now sticking up every which way.

Bruises covered his body from the roughness of the way he was handled being put in here.

His throat was scratchy, dry, and it hurt to even Breathe.

Spock's hitched and raspy breathing reminded him how in danger he was at the moment.

He didn't want to die. In a part, he wasn't ready to die, but he kept reminding him...

He saved Bones, the crew member,...her.

You...he saved you. That was the most important thing to him.

He wasn't sure if you two were really together, but he knew that you were the first person to make him feel the way he did.

Love...

A noise rang through holding area.

An object was being run across the bars of the other empty holding cells.

After every hit of the metal, a loud step of a boot occurred in rhythm. The person grew closer to Spock. As Spock noticed this, he stayed looking down at the rusted over ground. His ears perked up at the sound of this. The features on his face stayed true to his unemotional look...even though he was in immense pain.

The person stood in front of Spock....in front of his cage. The cage that kept his rage was escaping.

"You know...you are the first person we have ever kept down here. We never had problems with our people...with aliens visiting. That reminds me...what are you anyways?"

Spock stayed silent. The mans bottom half was the only visible part of him to Spock's peripheral vision.

"Ok...why are you here?"

Spock again stayed silent and still.

The man stepped closer to the bars.

"You are the intruder you know. You are the one who shouldn't be here. Why?"

Spock looked up at his capture.

"You are the one who killed a member of my team without knowing why we were here I the first place."

Spock had an evident sound of distrust in his voice.

The man laughed.

"Yes, well...I had to get your attention some how. To show that we are not to be messed with. If it wasn't for the female member of your group spotting us before we wanted to be spotted...maybe things would've been different."