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It was cold. So very cold. He was shaking so bad that wounds were reopening. There was a burn covering the right side of his face, down his neck, across that side of his chest and down that arm. The skin on his neck had cracked from the persistent shaking, the wound most likely infected by now.
Spock tried to focus on something other than his wounds or the cold. He was tired, but could not sleep. Last time he did, they had tortured him. The last time he tried to heal himself they had set him on fire.
Spock curled up, tugging what was left of his uniform closer to his body. His mind was racing, eyes wide and scanning his surrounding franticly. He could hear footsteps. He ran a hand through his once-perfect hair--his human side taking over briefly. His eyes stung, but he refused to let the pressure release. He would not let them know that they had broken him.
He could not allow that.
An all too familiar clank rang out, and Spock locked eyes with the figure at his cell door. His captors were back, and that meant only one thing.
It was time for another round.
James T. Kirk stood in the observation deck, clearly avoiding his place on the bridge. It didn't feel right without Spock there. It was almost like a bad dream.
"Where did they take you, Spock?" Jim asked the stars. "Why did they take you? I'm the goddamn Captain."
The sound of the door opening caused him to turn around, a sigh escaping him as he saw who it was.
"Damnit, Jim! You're supposed to be on the bridge! I'm a Doctor, not a babysitter!" McCoy grumbled, rushing his friend. "Everyone's looking for you!"
"I know…its just…" His face fell, "It's been three weeks Bones."
"He's Vulcan, Jim. I'm sure he can handle himself." McCoy put a hand on his shoulder. "Get back to work."
Jim nodded before turning to leave. "I just hope you're right, Bones."
The ride to the bridge was short, and the atmosphere he was greeted with was tense.
"Uhura, did Starfleet locate where my first officer is yet?" Jim said, trying to not sound as desperate as he was.
Uhura turned, "Sir, Starfleet may have an idea. They're tracking an unknown ship as we speak."
Jims heart skipped at that. "Tell them to relay the coordinates when they are sure Spock's n that ship or not."
"Sir, they already have."