Hey guys, back again with another story. This is more true to myself with the imagery and whatnot. This has been lovingly looked over by jouissant, you know her as the co-author to "Vulcans Are Fangirls Too." Thanks to her encouraging words, this has been brought to fruition. Reviews are love, and I DO post more with them. Because you guys keep saying it's wonderful and then I write more. It's a never ending cycle.

From the prompt on page 5 of part seven kink meme. This was a good one, OP, I couldn't stop thinking about it for days. That's why it's so long…

Disclaimah: I own nothing, just playing.

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Jim was trapped in Hell. He railed against his captor's hold fiercely, only to amuse him further. His every thought was contaminated, following along pathways of his mind. Jim went to his link with Spock, desperate to get help and to get out of here. The link slammed shut in front of him. He was shut off completely from everyone.

Jim's mind slowed down, becoming sluggish, lazy, and aroused. Distantly, he was aware of his physical body being manipulated. His skin was bare, when did that happen? His memories became fuzzy at that point. How did he get here from the party? The last thing he remembered was talking with Spock and going to the bar for another drink. If he was here, where was Spock?

"Sp'ck," Jim slurred, trying to open his eyes all the way; he had to get back to his Vulcan. It was important, even though he didn't remember why. His body moved against red-hued skin. No, that wasn't right. Spock felt red hot, but he wasn't red. He was pale, with green.

His mind sunk deeper beneath the fog, even though all his senses were starting to scream no! No! NO! Something made his body relax, and he sighed and his eyes rolled back as a body crawled atop his own. It was a pleasant feeling, but something niggled at the back of his mind.

Light seared his vision; he blinked rapidly as his eyes got used to the light. He recognized the forms of people, but they were so bright. He knew them. He really did.

"What?" he heard his voice distantly, like he had cotton in his ears. "Spock?"

He couldn't focus on Spock's words, they moved so quickly out of his mouth. He couldn't concentrate on them. He giggled, not sure why it was funny, but he felt funny.

Was it funny?

"Spock!" he called after the retreating figure.

He didn't know much about what happened after that. Blurry shapes assaulted him and he was aware of a distant pain, not like a sharp cut, but a deep persistent ache. All he knew was that he had to get out of here and find Bones. Bones could fix this. Bones could fix anything. He pulled on some clothes, not sure if they were his or not.

"Bones," he muttered, making his way out.

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He didn't know how long he walked or where he was. Buildings looked fuzzy under the dark sky. For a moment he was enraptured with the moon, staring upwards for a long period of time. He returned his gaze to the ground. Oh, he didn't feel so good. He retched on the side of a building.

What a miserable existence.

He stood under a streetlamp and looked at his feet; it was hard to hold his head up. Dark red blood oozed out of his feet, so dark it was almost black in the faint light. Where was he again? He was supposed to be somewhere. It was important…

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A droid officer was sent in to assess the situation: a strange man walking around with no shoes and only pants on. The man walking around seemed dazed and confused.

"Citizen," the droid approached. "Identify yourself."

Jim turned to the voice speaking to him. He was confused.

"Do you understand, Citizen?"

"Bones?"

"Does not compute, engaging audio record," was the droids mechanical voice. "Citizen, are you in need of medical assistance?"

Jim only heard the word medical. Bones was medical. "Yes," he nodded vigorously, stumbling when he nodded too hard and lost his balance. "I need Bones to fix me up," he slurred.

The droid called for medical assistance and engaged protocols to keep the distressed man calm.

They packed him carefully in the medical unit and he was carted off to the hospital.

"What's your name, son?" one of the older male EMTs asked.

Jim thought carefully. Where was he again? He flashed back to a time that should never be spoken of again. "JT," he answered slowly, softly. They wanted to know his name, he needed to protect them, they were relying on him to keep them all safe.

"Okay, JT," the man soothed. "We're taking you to the hospital because you've been

through the wringer. Your vitals are way out of whack and we are going to figure out

what's wrong, okay?"

"Did Kevin make it?" he asked the older man. "I carried him to the ships, is he okay?"

"Who's Kevin, JT?"

"They came for his family. I pulled him out of the crowd. His older sister came with us,

but she didn't make it." He shuddered.

"What happened to her?"

"They got her."

"Who got her?"

But Jim remained silent until they reached the hospital. He was whisked into a room in the ER, though it was buzzing with activity.

"This is JT; he was called in because he was wandering the streets. No ID, but his vitals are all over the place. He has all the symptoms of being drugged. I don't know, he was talking on the way over, but he's stopped."

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Jim didn't know much else until he was admitted to the hospital and moved upstairs. He had been poked and prodded in the ER, the doctor's tricorder beeping over him.

"JT?" The doctor spoke with him. He only knew it wasn't Bones.

"Yes?"

"Nice to meet you, JT. I don't know if you remember, but I'm Dr. Farley. I don't know how much you're going to remember of this, but here it is. You're in acute psychic shock and you've been hyped up on some sort of drug. The tests for that will be back soon. Do you know where you are?"

"Sickbay," he uttered. These guys picked him up, didn't they? They should know.

"Do you have anyone you can call?"

"No," and he was silent for awhile. He never had anyone to call.

"JT?"

"Yeah?" he looked back at the fuzzy doctor.

"You sure there's no one?"

"No, they killed Auntie Karen and Uncle Joe. No one will be there on Earth when we get

there."

"JT, we are on Earth. This is San Francisco."

Jim looked at him with confusion. The doctor sighed. "How about we try in a little bit, huh? Maybe it will make more sense."

It wasn't a criminal case, so "JT" wasn't checked for prints or warrants right away. They hadn't found anything on a record and he was stable, so there was no rush. The doctor was reluctant to give his patient anything, especially during such an acute case of shock. The majority of it would pass, so he would be able to find the damage. Then he could work on a treatment plan and find out who his newest patient was.