Spock
Mirror Universe version of AOS Spock.I do not follow the canon from Star Trek On Going's version for the AOS Mirror Universe.

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First Officer Spock
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Dancing with the Devil

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thelessertarget:

“I am not familiar with that device, but I assume by its name what its function would be. It is not necessary, Doctor. My scars are the story of my life.” Those on his skin, and those on his Vulcan soul. His memories would be added to those of his ancestors, whose lives were so very different from the lives of his people under the Empire. He glanced down, heavy lids shadowing his dark eyes, as he thought of how far he had gone since joining Starfleet, and how much he wished to go home.

“While I appreciate your concern,” he said truthfully as was expected. “It will not be necessary. The sooner I discover how to return your Spock to you.” That was said with his eyes meeting McCoy’s. Spock did his best to keep his mask in place, which felt stranger than he expected when he was with the counterpart of his most trusted partner. He never feared his Leonard hurting him, and he knew that he should be safe with this one. “Your Spock will not be safe in my reality if that is where he is. They will not be as kind to him as you are to me.”

Spock curled his fingers around McCoy’s wrist, seeking some comfort in the familiar yet alien touch. He did not attempt to touch the Doctor’s bared skin although it was tempting to touch his mind. It was obvious that both he and Kirk cared about their Spock. He did not need the reminder that he was alone. “I will do what I can for you and the Captain.” 

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McCoy tensed at the words.  Spock wasn’t safe.  ”What will they do to him?”  He paused, not moving when not-Spock grasped his wrist.  Or rather, he grasped the cloth that covered his wrist.  Clearly, wherever this Spock was from, it was the same with the touch telepathy.  His gaze dropped and he watched for a moment, before he nodded.  

This man wasn’t the enemy, that he could see.  And he wanted to trust the face that was so familiar and so different.  This wasn’t his Spock.  But this man had endured enough.  ”Let me show you to your room, alright?  If you won’t let me treat the scars,”  which he understood, though he didn’t necessarily agree.  ”At least let me make sure you’re comfortable.  Can get the chef to make up some plomeek soup for ya, if you’re hungry?”

Amazingly, it wasn’t hard to fall into the role of caregiver, even with this stranger.  He looked after both Jim and Spock whenever the two pushed themselves too far.  It didn’t happen often, but they were (mostly) human and sometimes things happened.

"We’ll get you back to your ship, Spock."  It was a promise he had no idea how to keep, but he made it all the same.  It was the least he could do.

thelessertarget, beatthekobayashimaru

The blast radius was twice what they’d expected when the science team beamed down to the planet. They unlike the original landing party were dressed in environmental suits to protect themselves from the radiation the device had released. Lt. Carol Marcus led the team as they scoured the radius of destruction. Boulders were shattered by heat. Sand melted to glass. Of the device itself, there was nothing left.

“Lt. Marcus!” one of the team shouted. She trudged across the circle of death to find out what the shouting had been for.

“Oh dear,” she said, swallowing hard. “I’ll beam up and tell Captain Kirk. Take care of him, please.”

***

“I’m sorry, Jim,” she said as she showed him the recordings of the remains of Commander Spock. “He was torn in half by the blast. If he’d been just a bit faster, he’d still be alive.” 

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Dancing with the Devil

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He glanced at Bones, giving him a nod to let him know that Jim understood why this wasn’t easy for him.  It wasn’t easy for Jim either but this Spock hadn’t done anything wrong, as far as they knew, except trade places with their Spock.  But if information came to light that this Spock had done something to cause this, he’d throw his ass in a cell faster than he could calculate a set of odds.

The scars that covered Spock’s body made Jim feel sick, his words made him wince.  ”I’m sorry, it’s hard when you look so much like him but you’re not.”  His eyes flicked over the scars.  ”We’re worried about him and we want him back, just the same as your family I’m sure.”  He gave Bones a look.  ”But I mean what I say, we’ll do whatever we can to get you both back where you belong.  When you’re feeling up to it, you can start working on that.”

He turned towards Bones.  ”Make sure that he’s fit for duty and let me know when you’re done.  I’m going to go talk to Scotty and see what he needs to start working.”  He turned back to Spock.  ”Thank you, for helping.  I hope we can figure this out fast for you.”

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Trust was not something McCoy doled out easily.  But if Jim was willing to extend a little faith, who was he to be stingy.  He nodded once, expression settling into a careful neutral.  He wasn’t sure why he didn’t trust this doppelganger.  Perhaps it was just the newness of the situation.  Regardless, Leonard knew he’d need to tend to the man laying on the biobed before him.

He waited ‘til Jim was on his way out before closing the distance to the bed.  He didn’t touch not-Spock.  That would be wrong.  ”Alright, Spock, I’m gonna do what I can to get ya back up to snuff.  An’ then I want you to rest for an evenin’, alright?  Whatever happened to you an’ our Spock, it’s taken its toll on ya.”  It was a bit of an understatement.  Leonard knew that had whatever had occurred to the two half-Vulcans happened to a human, they wouldn’t have survived it.

He moved around quietly, making sure to note the scars along the man’s back and arms.  Voice dropping a little, he grunted.  ”You want me to run the dermal regenerator over the scars?  It might not take ‘em all away, but it might make ‘em a little easier to bear..”

He’d do what he could, but ultimately it would be up to not-Spock.

beatthekobayashimaru, thelessertarget

“I am not familiar with that device, but I assume by its name what its function would be. It is not necessary, Doctor. My scars are the story of my life.” Those on his skin, and those on his Vulcan soul. His memories would be added to those of his ancestors, whose lives were so very different from the lives of his people under the Empire. He glanced down, heavy lids shadowing his dark eyes, as he thought of how far he had gone since joining Starfleet, and how much he wished to go home.

“While I appreciate your concern,” he said truthfully as was expected. “It will not be necessary. The sooner I discover how to return your Spock to you.” That was said with his eyes meeting McCoy’s. Spock did his best to keep his mask in place, which felt stranger than he expected when he was with the counterpart of his most trusted partner. He never feared his Leonard hurting him, and he knew that he should be safe with this one. “Your Spock will not be safe in my reality if that is where he is. They will not be as kind to him as you are to me.”

Spock curled his fingers around McCoy’s wrist, seeking some comfort in the familiar yet alien touch. He did not attempt to touch the Doctor’s bared skin although it was tempting to touch his mind. It was obvious that both he and Kirk cared about their Spock. He did not need the reminder that he was alone. “I will do what I can for you and the Captain.” 

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Headcanon mirror!Spock sketches …Spock got dat Vulcan Warrior hair…

Mission: Pandora - the Mirror Mirror side

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tricorders-and-hyposprays:

He listened, after they’d finally reached the settlement, because he wanted to have as much information available to him as he could.  McCoy nodded, noting as much as he could visually, but he smiled when Jim offered up samples.  “I’ll need at least one male and one female.  Possibly a child too.  I wanna see just how resilient they are.”  Clinical. Cold. He couldn’t afford to think of these creatures as anything other than what they were.  Potential subjects.  He pulled his agonizer from its holster and he readied himself for whatever orders Kirk gave.  Whatever misgivings he had about Kirk’s orders were best kept to himself.  He wouldn’t disobey, because he had no desire to visit the inside of the booth.

The blue skin was prominently displayed, as the natives wore very little in the way of clothing.  They reminded him of the heathen folk of Terra Prime’s past, those that were easily subdued and overwhelmed.  He normally liked the color blue, but these creatures were hideous to behold.  He wanted to study them and then eradicate them.

Or sell them.  He knew some individuals who would pay quite a bit for large, docile slaves.  And if they could tame them? So much the better.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to inform Kirk of his plans, not that it held any bearing on their conquest.  If they didn’t kill them all, he’d see what he could do. 

"Ready when you are, Captain." He said softly, watching them.  He watched the one that Spock had indicated and narrowed his brow.  Could humans and N’avi breed?  He didn’t think so, as they didn’t have compatible reproductive organs.  "How does it have human DNA? We should take it down and study it."

thelessertarget, aformidableenemy

Jim gave Spock a nod as he listened to him point out the leader.  Human?  How the hell could that even happen?  His lip curled slightly in disgust before he glanced at Bones.  ”We’ll make sure to get you at least that if not more.  If they see reason and give up to superior forces, you’ll have your pick.  If they try to fight…”  he shrugged, the implications clear.  Bones could have as many subjects as he needed or wanted.

His eyes searched the people around the supposed leader, taking in everything while he debated the best way to handle this.  They had fought another force at one time but nothing like the Empire and he had to show them that they didn’t stand a chance.  The natives were large and would make good workers, digging up the resources the planet had for the Empire.  Jim almost hoped they’d fight back.  Opening a connection to Enterprise, he told Sulu to be ready with the phasers to burn down the village if need-be.  

"Lets go say hello gentlemen."  Smirking, he strode towards the leader, keeping an eye on the people as they realized the small party was there.  He stopped on the edge of the village, waiting for the alien to come talk to him.  It was tempting to walk right up to him and kill him but he couldn’t do that.  Yet.  "I’d like to speak with your leader."  He called out.

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Spock continued to watch the natives, noting how quickly they moved, their defensive postures when the Captain made their presence known. It was quite obvious to the Vulcan that they were not expected, and that they had somehow made it through the jungle to their village without being observed. Obviously they were not expecting a return of their past invaders or a new one. It would prove to be a fatal error on their part. Their society and their world would fall under the Empire as all others that stood in the Emperor’s way.

The presence of the planet grew louder when the Captain spoke. Spock could feel pressure building behind his eyes as if every pair of eyes in the forest was looking at them. When he closed his eyes, Spock could still see—through their eyes. It was disorienting, and he gasped as a wave of dizziness hit. He tightened his grip on his equipment, hoping neither Kirk nor McCoy noticed his outburst.

While he was distracted, they were surrounded by the Navi. The blue skinned aliens towered over them, many of them brandished weapons, including deadly arrows. “I believe the force and speed of one of those bows, would allow an arrow to travel cleanly through a human body, Captain.” 

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Dancing with the Devil

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"I know, Bones, it probably would be better to keep him here but if Spock’s out there in trouble, I can’t leave him on his own.  I have to help him and I need him," he pointed at the prone figure.  "To help me do that.  If he’s not hurt, then he can help.  He knows what happened better than we do, since he went through it."

Scrubbing at his jaw, he let out a breath and patted his friend on the arm, he walked back over to the Vulcan to find him asleep.  ”Wake up.”  He gave him a gentle shake.  ”I’m not sure if you had anything to do with what happened but if the only way I can get my First Officer back is to work with you, I will.”

Jim hoped he wasn’t making a mistake but he’d worry about that later.  ”You can work with Scotty to find away to reverse whatever happened.  You can use the guest quarters if you’d like,” he wasn’t about to let him stay in Spock’s quarters. “And the sooner we find a way to rescue Spock, the sooner you get home too.  Agreed?”

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Frustration threatened to bubble over.  Leonard understood, he did, where Jim was coming from.  But that didn’t mean he trusted the idea of letting loose a potential enemy who wore the face of a damned good friend.  Blowing out a soft breath, he finally relented and nodded.  “Fine, Jim.  Do what ya have to.  Just be careful.  Can’t afford to lose ya both.”  He couldn’t.  He wouldn’t.  Dammit.

When Jim made his way to not-Spock’s side, Leonard tensed visibly.  This was dangerous, though that was something they’d signed up for when they joined Starfleet.  Sure, this was something they couldn’t have exactly prepared for, but it was a given that they were going to have to endure sometimes life-threatening situations.

'Course, then Jim was talking about this man using guest quarters as though he was some kind of damned guest and not a doppelganger wearing his friend's face.  Yes, friend.  He and Spock argued all the damned time, but he considered the half-Vulcan his friend.  But.. he couldn't gainsay Jim's word.  Not in front of the intruder.  Not while Jim was Captain Kirk.  So McCoy tightened his jaw and kept his opinion to himself, though he was going to rip Jim a new one when they were off and away from this man.

"Gonna need to run a standard physical for ya too.."  He trailed off, unsure what to call the man.  He sure as hell wasn’t calling him Spock.  He shot Jim a look that said he was clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but he held his tongue.  Now wasn’t the time.

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“Agreed,” Spock said, as he was finally allowed to roll over and sit up on the bio-bed. His injuries seemed to have been healed sufficiently to make it unnecessary for him to continue to block the pain receptors in his brain. He was a proud officer of Starfleet; a citizen of the Empire, to succumb to pain was unacceptable—especially to a Vulcan. But that did not mean that he would not have liked more time to sleep. He could not remember the last time he’d done that.

“I see no reason for a complete physical, but if it makes you feel better to poke and prod at me, so be it.” He looked down at his bared chest and at the many old scars that told the story of his life there. “If you are too personally involved with my counterpart, I would not object to having another of your staff do it.” So far he felt that he would not be putting his life in another’s hand on this ship. Whereas on his Enterprise, he would let none but Leonard touch him, on this ship it would seem that he was not only safe, but the doctor was repulsed by him.

“I will do all that I am able to return your Spock to this dimension. As you might expect, I would prefer to be returned home as well. Where there is no suspicion in the eyes of my family,” he said out loud, meeting McCoy’s eyes. These men did not trust him, and it hurt. Let them know they were hurting him. It might give him an advantage should he need one. 

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Mission: Pandora - the Mirror Mirror side

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Given permission to send some of the equipment back to the ship, he tapped his comm badge.  ”McCoy to Enterprise.  Set up a decontamination chamber for the equipment I’m having beamed aboard.  Set it in one of the quarantine rooms and have it ready for me when we return.”

There was a soft affirmative on the other end, and he stepped back, watching as the equipment dematerialized.  He’d tend to that later.  Closing the connection, he moved to catch up with Kirk and Spock, keeping a hand free for his weapon.

"Lead the way."  He’d follow, taking samples as they went.  The bioluminescence the plants gave off would make for interesting weapons and medical enhancements.  He’d find a way to make it work.  And, of course, he’d test to see what was poisonous and what wasn’t.  Anything useful would be collected and sent back to be used during his medical ‘trials.’

"The place is a dump.  Be glad to be off this rock, though there’s definitely some good finds."  He murmured, walking with the other two.

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Leading the way, he headed for the village.  He knew that Spock and Bones wanted to explore and see what they could find but his priority was cowing the village and its people and then start in on their resources.  There were plenty and they would be here for awhile but subduing the natives came first, he didn’t want to waste time fighting them while they tried to collect what this planet had to offer.

He kept a steady pace, only stopping once in awhile to rest and give the other two a chance to get readings.  It didn’t take them long to get to the village and Jim peered at it through the greenery.  It looked like they were primitives and the weapons looked simple.  Granted they were bigger, they could do a lot of damage but Jim had no intention of giving them a chance.  ”Can you tell which one is the leader?”  He asked Spock, not taking his eyes off the milling people.

Bones would enjoy studying them.  They were tall, very tall and almost had a feline look to them.  Jim made a face at the blue skin and how alien they looked.  It was easy to forget that Vulcans were alien because they mostly looked human.  These looked nothing like humans and they deserved to be taken over.  ”We’ll try and leave you a few to study Bones but we need to kill the leaders first if they resist.”  He pulled his phaser.

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The Vulcan stepped up beside the Captain, moving his tricorder from left to right as he took a much more detailed scan now that they were within visual range. The natives were as he suspected, large, humanoid, yet unusually graceful in their movements. They appeared to be one with their environment.

“You will notice the long braid running down their backs?” he asked motioning with his chin for the Captain and McCoy to follow his gaze. “It seems to be an external neural cluster of the same sort as the animals we encountered on our way here—although the humanoids only have one such tail while the animals we saw had two. Once again their appearance if you look beyond their coloration suggests evolution on another world and transfer to this one.”

Spock’s eyebrows both shot toward his bangs. “Fascinating. Captain,” he pointed to one native that appeared to be in charge. “That one has five fingers and toes as a human would, and he has human DNA. I also believe he is the leader.” 

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Dancing with the Devil

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beatthekobayashimaru:

Jim was trying not to let his worry over Spock cloud his judgement, to take it out on this man in case he didn’t do anything to Spock but it was hard.  He looked exactly like him and he was here while Spock was missing.  His attitude didn’t help, he seemed so much colder than Spock and Jim found himself echoing that to a degree.  ”Your equipment is damaged and we’re working on fixing it so we can read the data.”

A tachyon field?  If there’d been an explosion involving that, that could explain a few things.  It wasn’t the first time they’d dealt with alternate time lines but this one seemed so much different and he wondered if the Ambassador had ever run into it.  It didn’t matter, what mattered was getting Spock back and returning this one to where he belonged.  ”You didn’t see him down there?  Didn’t capture him or anything?”

Jim’s unease ratcheted up a few more notches.  If this one didn’t do anything with Spock, then where was he?  ”If you’re here, could he be where you were?”  That made him feel sick, that Spock was lost somewhere that he couldn’t find him.  ”Bones, how much longer until he’s well enough to show us how his equipment works?”

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Tachyon field?  McCoy was no physicist, but he knew how dangerous it was to mess with anything that temperamental.  He fell silent, not sure what he could ask that Jim already hadn’t asked.  Jim would know more about what had occurred than he would, especially since he’d spoken with Ambassador Spock about the Red Matter, before it had all been used to destroy Nero’s vessel.

He moved around the biobed, making sure everything was being recorded.  This wasn’t their Spock and he had to make sure there was a record of what transpired.  He paused, glancing sidelong at Jim.  The wounds were mostly superficial and, under normal circumstances, he’d be all for sending their First Officer back to work.

But this wasn’t Spock.

Jerking his chin, he beckoned Jim away from the biobed and not-Spock.  He didn’t want the doppelganger to overhear him.  And only when Jim was far enough away, did he lower his voice.  ”His wounds are mostly superficial, Jim.  If he was our Spock, I’d say get a good night’s rest and be back on shift for Alpha tomorrow.”  But he shook his head.  ”Since he’s not ours, I don’t think he needs to know that, though.”

The longer they could keep Spock prone, the more they might find out.  Or so he hoped.

thelessertarget, beatthekobayashimaru

They went off to talk in private, and Spock closed his eyes to focus on his hearing. He could barely hear a hushed whisper between them, and he could not hear enough to know what they had planned. It was frustrating as was everything else in this universe that he found himself in.

A human, his captain, would be fighting the bonds and demanding to be set free in an aggressive manner, but Spock knew that he’d get better treatment by being nice. He hadn’t been raised by the Governor of Vulcan and Sarek without learning how to manipulate humans. It would be even easier in this reality where these humans were weak and trusting. He could taste their worry for their Spock. It was nauseating.

Unable to leave, and unwilling to present a bad impression, Spock did the only thing he could do logically—he went to sleep. 

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