Head cannon: Spock and McCoy dated in the mirror universe when they were younger. Bones used his medical position to protect Spock as he worked his way up the ranks, eventually culminating in Spock discarding him as soon as he was high enough of a rank that Bones wasn't useful anymore. Bones, heartbroken, drowned himself in a tumultuous affair with Kirk, helping him murder Pike to help put his new man on top.
That's why Spock was immediately questioning Bones upon him waking up. He knew that Kirk wouldn't order Bones to treat him because of what he'd done; but also his Bones would never treat him. Even when ordered, because of how much of a grudge he holds against him. It also explains why he so readily mind melds with Bones. He's already been in there plenty of times, if it really is his Bones there's nothing to lose.
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Whumptober 2022
No. 16 No way out (paralytic drugs)
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He couldn’t move. As hard as he tried to, Keenser couldn’t move his body.
“You know, I always wanted to experiment on you. Well… the other you.”
The voice was familiar but the person talking looked different than the man he knew.
“But Kirk wouldn’t let me, said you’re too important.”
Keenser tried to raise his hand but nothing happened. The drug was too strong to fight it.
“But since you’re another version… I suppose it’s fine.”
McCoy - or whoever the man with the eyepatch looking like the doctor was - stepped over to the table and grinned down at him.
Keenser couldn’t help but shiver under the look. What was this man up to?
“That iron storm switching you and him was the best thing that could happen.”
Keenser wanted to shake his head but it didn’t follow his orders.
How did he end up in this place? All he had done, was beam down to the planet to help Scotty and the other engineers. And then, somehow, he had materialized in another universe.
People had found him and when they had noticed he wasn’t their Keenser, he had been imprisoned. But the doctor had gotten him out of the brig.
Only to paralyze him and tie him to a cold dissecting table.
“I’m quite sure that I’ll find out some interesting things when I cut you open.”
Keenser noticed the sharp scalpel in McCoy’s hand and he felt sweat forming on his head as his breathing increased.
He wanted to dissect him! He wanted to use him as an experiment.
“Let’s start with a neat cut, okay?”
Even though he couldn’t move, Keenser could feel what was happening to his body.
A sharp pain ran through his chest as the doctor cut through the flesh, slowly and carefully.
He wanted to scream but couldn’t get his mouth to open.
It hurt so badly!
“Oh, that’s interesting,” he heard McCoy mutter as the man started to touch his insides.
Keenser wanted - no, needed - to black out from the pain, but his body didn’t seem to have mercy on him.
He felt every touch. Every cut.
But there was no way out. There was nothing he could do.
The slamming of a door made the pain stop.
“What the-“
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Come on, Scott. It’s not your little minion.”
Scotty. It was this world’s Scotty! He was here to help him.
“No, but if we wanna get Keenser back, then we need that weak version of him!”
Oh… so this wasn’t about him. It was about their version. Keenser couldn’t see him, but he knew that Scotty was moving closer.
“So patch him up and get him to the transporter room. The storm is back.”
He heard McCoy grunt in annoyance.
“As you wish… Lieutenant Commander.”
Steps left the room. Scotty was gone.
And before Keenser knew it, McCoy was staring down at him again.
“Today’s your lucky day, I guess.”
They would get him home again. But Keenser would never forget this haunting version of the good old doctor. For it would follow him to his worst nightmares.
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