The BLTS Archive - The Sound Of Breaking Glass by Maximum (maximummii@googlemail.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I'm just having a little fun. N.B. No redshirts were harmed during the making of this story. Feedback: Yes, please. Either here or at Maximummii@googlemail.com. Other: Thank you to Vulcan Princess, both for the beta, and the loan of DP. --- Uhura sat on the bridge. The normal time for her break came, but she stayed at her post. For one thing she didn't know what was or was not normal here. She wouldn't have been too surprised if breaks were not permitted. The main reason though was that she didn't want to risk missing the call from Scotty. The choice was not hers to make. "Ms. Uhura, it is time for your meal break." Spock's voice made her jump. "I thought that I had better remain here, considering the present situation," she replied. "You will take a break now." She was about to refuse when she saw his face. "Yes sir." As soon as the lift doors closed she called Scott. "Scotty? Spock ordered me off the bridge for lunch." "Not a problem, lass," he replied. "We'll be another couple of hours at least." "Okay." Uhura didn't think she could eat so she went to 'her' quarters. Luckily they were in the same place. She had just got a cup of coffee when Spock entered. They had enjoyed many lunch time quickies over the past few months, and it looked as though they had a similar relationship in this reality. This Spock, however, made her flesh crawl. "You are not ready," he said. He squeezed her breast. "I –uh – I don't feel like it today." "You? You always feel like it." "Not today." Without meaning to she had backed up until she was pressed against the divider. Spock pushed up against her and pressed his mouth hard against hers. Without thinking she bit his lip. He pulled back slightly and wiped his mouth. He looked at the blood. "That's more like it." She made a wild grab for her dagger. He easily twisted it out of her hand and tossed it aside. Grasping her wrists with one hand he used the other to rip her panties off. He thrust his fingers roughly into her, then slowly, sensuously, brought them to his mouth and licked them. "Delicious." The gesture was at the same time familiar yet completely unfamiliar. She swallowed hard to keep from vomiting. Spock drew his own dagger and efficiently cut the rest of her uniform away. Then he ran the blade down between her breasts, leaving a scarlet trail where it just nicked the skin. He stopped just above her navel and pressed a little harder. Uhura whimpered. She was convinced he would kill her. She didn't want to die, but worse than her fear was the knowledge that if she didn't get away the others would probably be trapped here. Spock raised the dagger and made another cut. As soon as she felt the pressure lessen Uhura brought her knee up with all the strength she could muster. Spock grunted and dropped the knife. He staggered backwards, clutching at the injured part. She made a break for the door but had only gone a couple of steps before a hand grabbed her wrist and she was spun round to slam once more into the screen. The impact winded her so it was easy for Spock to drag her over to the bed. He slapped his agoniser on her shoulder. Uhura screamed and fell back. Spock held the device to her skin until he judged she was incapable of any more resistance, and then he put it down and undressed. By the time he climbed onto the bed she had recovered a little. She tried to fight, but Spock easily overpowered her and forced her legs apart. Uhura felt delicate tissues tear as he rammed into her. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You don't seem to be enjoying it." "Does anyone enjoy this?" she managed. "You do usually." "Oh God." The idea that her counterpart actually liked this treatment filled Uhura with disgust. As Spock continued to pump away, Uhura gripped the edges of the mattress in an effort to prevent herself from crying out. She felt something cold touch her wrist. The agoniser. Without further thought she grabbed it and touched it to Spock's face. He jerked away from her. Somehow she managed to maintain contact as she wriggled from underneath him. As soon as she was free Uhura dropped the obscene instrument and made another break for the door. She had only gone a few paces when she was again grabbed. Spock spun her around and backhanded her. "You went too far," he growled, and hit her again. She fell back against the desk, too stunned to resist any more as he turned her over and again forced himself into her. The edge of the desk dug painfully into her thighs. She tried to focus on that as a way of taking her mind off of what was happening. It didn't work. Spock started growling then suddenly he pulled her upright by her hair and savagely bit her neck as he climaxed. He withdrew and walked into the 'fresher. Uhura collapsed into a boneless heap on the floor, too hurt and sickened even to cry. Spock returned and dropped a handful of what were recognisably credit chits on top of her. "Be back on the bridge in thirty minutes," he said. It was only the knowledge that the others were depending on her that enabled Uhura to eventually move. Somehow she staggered into the 'fresher and showered. Judging by the contents of the shelves this was a regular occurrence. She used a dermal regenerator to deal with the worst of her visible injuries, and covered the rest with make-up. She took a painkiller, dragged a comb through her hair and, barely, made it to the bridge. --- Somehow she made it through the wait without breaking down, although it was a close run thing especially when she overheard a comment from Sulu about how Spock liked to play rough. At last the signal came. Although Uhura realised it was the only way, coming on to Sulu terrified her, but not as much as the fierce joy she felt when she pulled her knife on him. She was able to get away and join the others. She desperately hoped that none of them would notice anything wrong as she didn't think she could handle being questioned. Fortunately if they did they put it down to the stress of being alone on the bridge for so long. And if she happened to hit Moreau harder than necessary, well, she wasn't security, and it's easy to misjudge such things without constant practice. Captain Kirk wanted them all checked over by McCoy as soon as they returned to their own ship, but she managed to convince them that she needed a shower and sleep more than anything, so she was allowed to go to her quarters providing she promised to go to sickbay in the morning, a promise she had no intention of keeping. --- He would never have admitted it, but Spock was worried so, when there was no reply to his signal, he used his override code to get into Uhura's quarters. If she was asleep he would just leave. He heard a slight noise. "Lights twenty five percent." Uhura was sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. Her knees pressed to her chest, her back against the wall. Spock crossed the room and squatted down next to her. "Nyota? What is wrong?" Spock reached out but as he did so she whimpered and scrabbled away from him. The blanket fell open slightly. She immediately pulled it closed, but not before he saw the bruises. "No! Oh, no. Nyota, who did this?" The look she turned on him broke his heart. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I am so sorry." He stood, and moving slowly, went to the desk and picked up Uhura's communicator before returning to his previous position. "You must go to sickbay." "No." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Please." "No." "I would rather not but I will make it an order if I must. Nobody will see you." "Promise?" "I promise." She nodded. "Can you stand?" Uhura nodded again and began levering herself up against the wall. Spock opened the communicator. "Spock to Mr. Scott." "Scott here sir." "Where are you?" "In the transporter room." "Good. Two to transport to sickbay from these co-ordinates." "Yes s. . . But that's internal." "I am aware of that Mr. Scott." "It's terribly risky." "I am aware of that also." "Very well. Energising." McCoy turned at the sound of the transporter. "What the hell d'you think you're playing at?" he roared. Then he saw Uhura. "Ms. Uhura has been injured," Spock said. As the doctor reached out to her she jerked back. Spock cleared his throat. "Perhaps Ms. Chapel. . . ?" McCoy glanced sharply at him, then at Uhura. "Chris, would you come here please?" --- McCoy read the report with a heavy heart. "You were right, Spock. Internal tears and bruising. Externally, bruising, cut mouth, loose teeth, fractured cheekbone. . . I told you they all carried knives? He cut her. She told Chris he also used an agoniser. Have you any idea who did this?" "I suspect I did. My – other." The pain in Spock's voice was unmistakeable. "She means a lot to you?" "More than you could imagine. We were to be bonded." "I had no idea. I'm sorry." McCoy opened a drawer and produced a glass and a bottle from which he poured a hefty slug. He pushed the glass towards Spock. "Thank you, but I do not -" "You do now. Doctor's orders." Spock lifted the glass and stared at the contents for a long second before downing the contents in one go. "You said 'Were'," McCoy prompted gently. "I doubt that she will want anything to do with me after this." "Don't be too sure." "You did not see that way she looked at me when I found her. Such hurt, such betrayal." Spock sighed. "I think that we are finished." --- tbc