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Mirror Mirror is my favorite Star Trek Original Series Episode. 

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Spock hadn’t stayed with McCoy long. He couldn’t afford to. Kirk would be making plans, doing his best to find some way to discredit the Vulcan in the eyes of the Admiralty, and Spock could not allow that to happen especially when he was perfectly worded order of execution in his computer to excuse his actions. Kirk had been far too busy to take care of the Halkans when he had returned to their universe, and Spock would take advantage of that lapse in judgment.

He didn’t have long to wait, or a need to hunt for Kirk on the starship. The arrogant bastard was in the hall outside the First Officer’s door with a pair of his men. Spock narrowed his eyes, measuring the skills of the captain’s bodyguards, and found them lacking. Of course it didn’t hurt that one of them had been loyal to Spock for quite some time. Spock knew he could trust Peters to take out Sanchez while he dealt with the captain.

“Mr. Spock,” Kirk said with an all too familiar sneer. His dagger was in his hand, and it was obvious to Spock that they had both decided that their partnership was at an end.

“Kirk,” Spock replied, not offering him the minute respect of calling the man ‘captain’. Any respect he had was gone, and there had never been any fear. Spock had pondered for years what would be the quickest and most painful way he could kill the human. He had no doubt that Kirk had done the same with him, hence the assistance of his men while Spock was alone.

“I wanted you alone when I did this.”

“Then you have made an error in judgment for I am not alone.” Spock’s palm struck Kirk on the end of his chin, knocking his head back with a snap. He didn’t hold back, letting the man feel his full strength that was augmented by his rage. When Kirk faltered, he looked to his men only to find them grappling with each other. Spock locked his hands together to backhand the captain with both fists, and Kirk’s knife when spiraling down the corridor. “You should have used your machine on me. This will prove to be a fatal mistake.”

Spock lunged on the human before he could regain his balance, sending them both into the deck with the Vulcan on top, and Kirk’s skull striking with enough force to daze him. Taking advantage of the man’s disoriented state, Spock wrapped his long fingers around his throat and squeezed. The enraged Vulcan ignored the pain when Kirk’s nails dug into his skin, tearing off strips of flesh and leaving green trails of blood that soaked into his sleeves and the captain’s gold tunic. In a matter of minutes Kirk was gone, his throat crushed, and his neck broken.

“I will report to Starfleet that I have taken command of the Enterprise,” he told his man Peters who was standing over the body of Kirk’s loyal follower. “See to it that Mr. Sulu does not survive. I do not want him plotting to put a knife in my back.” 

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I Would Never

#thread: I would never #madmanmccoy #feel free to have leonard hear the fight #it is right outside Spock's door

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He could feel the bones in McCoy’s wrists grind together has he held him captive. Spock could see the pain in his eyes. They were red rimmed, and Spock could feel his t’hy’la’s despair. He wanted to comfort him, make him believe that they would be all right, but he was too lost in the fire storm of rage that made his hands tremble.

“I will take you to your quarters. You are not safe here.” Spock ran the fingers of his free hand along McCoy’s face, tracing the path of a tear to his jaw. He wanted to kiss him, but any tenderness would curtail the rage. And if it was not curtailed, he was afraid that he’d hurt him more than he already had, and his anger had one target—Kirk.

“Leave the mess. I will have my yeoman clean it up.” He hooked his arm under McCoy, practically carrying him out the door and down the corridor to the doctor’s quarters. Thankfully Sickbay was on deck five which was also where officers’ quarters were located, and they did not have far to go.

Spock paused at McCoy’s door and then changed his mind. “No, I want you in my quarters. No one will dare try to find you there.” 

I Would Never

#thread: I would never #verse: imperium #madmanmccoy

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“Why?!” McCoy implored, desperate to understand as his hatred for James Kirk grew. “Why would he do this? To take you away from me? Why not kill me instead?!” 

“Why because he wanted me to kill you.” Spock hands were trembling as he stalked away from McCoy. His temper would be difficult to reign in. It had been years since he had been hurt as badly as the man he dared to love believing another’s lies. Years of significance and genuine affection torn apart by the well chosen words of James T. Kirk.

The Vulcan’s hatred was cold, turning his soul to a blade that he would use to tear the captain to shreds.

“If I killed you, I would be alone, and I would have no loyalty except to him. And Kirk would win.” He paced back and forth across the small office, stepping carefully around the debris of their fight. His dark eyes flickered to a broken bottle, the blue liquor inside had spread across the deck. He wished that it was red—red like human blood.

“I would have the shame of killing someone I loved, and it would destroy me. Kirk would win.”

He was across the room in an instance, pressing his body against McCoys, strong Vulcan hands curling around the man’s wrists to hold them over his head against the wall. “Are you still mine, Leonard? Did he destroy us? He dies either way, but I would prefer to have you at my side when I lick his blood from my blade. The other Kirk,” Spock said with a sneer. “He wanted me to become captain of this ship, and I shall. Of course his reasons were far more altruistic than mine are now.” 

I Would Never

#thread: I would never #verse: imperium #madmanmccoy

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//No, bad muse. *hits with spray bottle* You have a reply to write. No fucking with McCoy. 

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I thought you said the beard gave me character? 

//Need to wake up Prime. He and his Mirror self owe a couple of important replies.

Grumpy old Vulcan is grumpy. 

Young Vulcan might be grumpy too. 

#curearainyday

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#yeah yeah jim-baby#pretty#isn't he?#look all you like but i'll cut off your hands if you get too close#and that's no joke

#i agree #madmanmccoy #touch me and lose a hand

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Star Trek TOS: Mirror Mirror

We were all thinking it, Kirk. Dang son.

#i have no comment on the matter

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“You would draw your blade against me? Me!” Spock’s voice was like a bark, loud and sudden. The violence that he kept in check, making his muscles clench and tremble, as the need to lose control fought his rational mind. He wanted to be cruel. Wanted to rip out McCoy’s heart as he had his. He wanted to feel the man’s neck in his hands—no not his—Kirk’s.

“You would believe him over me!” He knew that he’d said that already, but he needed to state it once more. Physically Spock could break Leonard with barely an effort, but he loved him. He had to focus on that before the feelings of betrayal and disgust overrode them. But it was proving difficult. Long legs took a pair of steps, until he loomed over the doctor.

“After all that we have meant to each other, all the years that I have protected you, you would believe that.” Spock’s long fingers pressed against McCoy’s face, but instead of the gentle touch he normally shared with his lover there was cold anger. “Nahp, hif-bi tu throks. Your thoughts, give them to me. You wish to know the truth—then see it for yourself.

He did not wait for Leonard to open his mind willingly. Years of mindmelds made it easy to pry the man’s shields like opening an orange. “See what went on between me and Kirk. Feel how it felt when I killed his whore and why I did it. Then you can beg me for forgiveness for your crime against me—because I made no trespass against you, Leonard. You are mine, and it would be best for you to remember that.” 

I Would Never

#verse: imperium #madmanmccoy

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“Seduce him? I did not seduce him. Why would I do that?” Spock lost all his emotional control at the thought of it. Leonard’s accusations were vicious, and they were meant to hurt him. Being the stoic Vulcan wasn’t possible. Not now. He stood up as well, his chair tipped over behind him, hitting the deck with a crash.

“I did no such thing! I killed his woman to keep her from revealing what she had learned about the other world! I have no interest in him.” His hands were shaking, and it took what little control he had left to keep from lashing out at him physically. If he did it, he would hurt him. Humans were fragile.

“You know that I do not lie—especially to you. If you would believe Kirk over me, I do not see the logic in my attempting to defend myself.” Spock growled low in his throat. “I see my attempt to prove my loyalty to the captain was a waste of effort. If I cannot prove that I am loyal to you, when I love you, then it is logical to assume that he does not believe me either. I would never hurt you! But I will kill him for this.” 

I Would Never

#thread: I would never #verse: imperium #madmanmccoy #in which spock loses his shit #kirk dies for this

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“I assure you that I am very unaware.” Spock had no clue what the doctor was so angry about. He had seen him enraged before, but it had never been directed at Spock. Spock did not like it one bit. “After all that we have shared, I would think that you would grace me with the knowledge of what I did to upset you.”

Kirk. Kirk told him something. Spock narrowed his eyes, and then opened them wide when he logically jumped to a conclusion of what had happened between him and the captain that might have offended his lover. “I had to show him, Leonard. I know that I was taking a chance by telling the Captain about being a telepath, but it was the only way to make him understand what I had seen in the other McCoy’s mind.”

Spock nervously licked his lips—a purely human gesture—as he tried to understand why it upset Leonard so much. “I realize that by telling him about Vulcan telepathic powers was risky, but I had to find a way to make him trust me—especially after he walked in on me killing his whore. But the meld I made with him was nothing like those I share with you. Nothing I do with him is like it is with you.” 

I Would Never

#thread: I would never #verse: imperium #madmanmccoy

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Their bond was deep. Spock could feel tension and anger radiating from McCoy, and he was confused that it was directed at him. There was no softness in his blue eyes. They were made of ice, and it had been years since he had looked Spock like he was an alien—especially when they were alone.

“I seem to have done something to anger you that I am unaware of,” Spock said, leaning forward in the chair and holding his hand out to his lover. “I will gladly apologize once I know what it is. It will also give me the opportunity to explain why I did it.”

Leonard McCoy was the only living creature that Spock would show throat to, and that was because he loved him. No one could hurt him like Leonard could. “Or I could simply hand you my dagger. You are a surgeon, I have no doubt that you can locate my heart to carve it out.” 

I Would Never

#thread: I would never #verse: imperium #madmanmccoy

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The public nature of the summons made it Spock stop what he was doing in the astrometrics lab. He returned the scanners and sensors he’d been working with on automatic, and programmed the computer to handle and log any abnormalities while he was gone. He was avoiding the bridge and the Captain. It wasn’t that he felt guilt or shame. It was simply easier than dealing with the man while he was on an illogical tirade.

He made his way to medbay in his usual way, head held high, looking down his nose at the people who made the mistake of getting in his way. It wasn’t that he had ill feelings towards them. He had no feelings for them at all.

But he had a great many feelings for the man behind the office door. Spock didn’t miss the looks McCoy’s staff sent his way. They were afraid, but for a change they were not afraid of him. Apparently Leonard was in a foul mood, but he had been dealing with Kirk all afternoon it was to be expected.

“Dr. McCoy,” he pressed the comm button outside the door. “You summoned me?” He stepped inside when the door slid open. The room reeked of spilled alcohol and various other liquids that Spock could not identify. “Leonard, what is wrong?” 

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Uneven footsteps bellowed from the floor of medbay. No one met the doctor’s eye as he staggered through the atrium.

It was common enough to see the man unhinged, enwrapped in a demented rage or unsuccessful in apparent attempts to succumb to alcohol poisoning. The unfortunate nurses averted their eyes, but found the doctor did not pause, giving them no usual frenzied demand or ejection of ire. He pounded his fist against the console, and without a single word, the door to his office slid shut behind him. 

They looked to each other, and flinched in unison at the familiar crash of breaking glass sown over the baritone of McCoy’s shout.  

He would be left alone. 

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#verse: imperium #madmanmccoy #thread: I would never #I am going to punch Kirk in the throat

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Spock stepped carefully around the chaos that Leonard’s world was built on. He knew that the man was comfortable and safe here. Spock had long ago decided that the clutter was an assassination prevention measure. No one could sneak up on the doctor in his sleep without crashing into something. It was as reliable as a watch dog.

“I think it is a cold, or as close as my people get to one. It is a similar virus. You did not need to change the temperature. No need for you to be too warm, Leonard.” He settled on the edge of the bed, which unlike the rest of McCoy’s quarters was neatly made and let out a sign that ended with a cough. “I have not been getting enough sleep.”

Reaching for Leonard’s hand, he laced their fingers together. “Things have been tense—not between us thankfully. I am worried about a great many things, but you and I are not on that list. You are my anchor, Leonard.” 

Conversations and the Common Cold

McCoy raised an eyebrow, but wasted no time in extending his neck to look past Spock’s shoulder, eyes sweeping the hall apprehensively. He’d expected Spock to be less relenting. 

Seeing no one, he took his wrist without second thought and lead him silently to his rooms. Most days it agonized him how painfully close their quarters resided. 

The door hissed shut behind them, and McCoy commanded the computer to adjust the temperature, the ambiance shifting to match the Vulcan’s preference. In quick, convulsive motions, he pulled his science blues over his head, discarded them, and returned his hands to Spock. He led him to his bed, kicking aside a hand-written report, one of many which littered the floor. 

He motioned for Spock to sit, and knelt beside the bed, intending to remove the first officer’s boots.

"Is it a cold?" he asked, scrutinizing Spock as he waited. 

#madmanmccoy #my anchor

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Decided to separate my Mirror Universe stuff from everything else to make things less confusing.

#caesartothestars #my captain

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"Spock, you're ill. You hide it well, but I can see it. I don't want to check you in to medbay, but I need you to rest. Yours or mine. Please."

Spock disliked showing weakness. It could mean his death should one of the crew decide that he was vulnerable. "I know, Doctor. I would prefer not to end up in medbay, so your quarters would be acceptable." 

#madmanmccoy

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I do not desire the captaincy. I much prefer my scientific duties, and I am frankly content to be a lesser target.