(Crosses out June 14 and scribbles June 15th over it)
Intro: Hellohello see I am alive, but I am a little late haha. So this is for @outside-the-government‘s Trek Fest 2017! For Spock week! Which ended yesterday but I fell asleep at like 9pm so I couldn’t finish this fic lol.
Pairing: Spock x reader
Word Count: 4,401 (I tried to keep it short I promise but it ran away on me)
Warning: Short description of a needle and needle insertion (like the ones from Divergent lol)
Summary: Going on your first away mission alone is a scary thing, but you have your best friend Spock to look out for you, so you know you’re going to be fine. But when you are captured by the leader of the planet and forced to participate in his twisted game that includes you and Spock fighting to the death, can anyone save you?
A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this one. I rewrote it a little, changing it from an existing relationship to the beginning of one, and I kinda like this one better. I feel like I’m a little off my game lately, but I promise I’ll be back on the horse soon (or at least I’ll try to be!).
Also for some reason my brain won’t let me actually process words long enough to edit this so I hope it makes sense.
“I’m going to be fine, Spock, stop being such a worry wort.” You clipped the last of your gear into place and stood to face him.
“The likelihood of you getting injured is…” Spock started his brows almost furrowed as you tucked your helmet under your arm.
“54.3% I know. You’ve told me a million times.”
“I only told you six times, and as your first solo mission the percentage could be even higher.” Spock’s eyes grew glassy as he processed the math.
You stepped forward, your boots clanking against the metal floor of the ship hanger, and poked at his arm, “Spock? Earth to Spock!” His eyes flicked to you and you felt your heart stutter in your chest, “I’m going to be fine. Okay? So stop looking so worried and help me with the clasp at the back of this stupid suit, I can’t reach it.”
Spinning around, you were grateful to be out of Spock’s worried gaze, as it was starting to make you nervous. The planet was a dangerous one, and the inhabitants were not very well studied so it was hard to tell if they would be violent or not. Taking a breath, you straightened your spine and turned back to Spock.
“Thanks. Now you go, monitor my frequency or whatever, I’ll see you in a bit.” You smiled up at him, wishing his expression of worry would morph into something more calm, but it didn’t.
His hand suddenly reached up and grabbed your upper arm, over the hard metal of the suit, and you found yourself wishing that there were not so many layers between you.
“Be careful, Y/N. If anything is not what it seems, we can beam you back immediately.” Spock’s form loomed over you and you leaned into his touch for a moment.
“The plan is to come back all in one piece, don’t you worry.”
That’s the last thing you could remember as your eyes split open, to dark nothingness. Your bare limbs were pressed into smooth, cold stone, and your arms were bound behind you.