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“Are you well?” Spock asks Jim surreptitiously.  

At the ceremonial meal the Darandu had seated him apart from Jim.  Moving toward the negotiation area presents the earliest opportunity to consult with his captain.

Jim exhales, shaking his head.  "You saw that when I greeted the ambassador?  Felt kind of like a static shock.  I thought for sure I would flinch and totally ruin the talks.  Lucky no one else noticed.“

“Indeed.”

Jim smiles crookedly at him.  "But you always notice that stuff.“

“I am continually aware of your whereabouts and safety,” Spock explains.

“May we begin?” the session leader inquires.

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“I don’t like it,” McCoy huffs.  

Jim rolls his eyes.  "Bones, they conceded the contested Deirendu lands in record time.  They just don’t want a whole crowd here when they sign.“

“Ensign Tamura will remain with us,” Spock notes.

“That slip of a kid?”  The doctor crosses his arms and scowls.  

“It’ll be fine,” Jim says, shoving him toward the other crewmen waiting to beam-up.

The doctor mutters an inarticulate complaint as his particles dissolve.

“Finally,” Jim says, grinning at Spock.  "Just you and me; we’ll wrap it up in no time.“  He winks and strides over to the Darandu. 

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“You are tired.  Additionally, our concerns merit more discussion,” one Darandu remarks smoothly.  "As further proof of our hospitality, we insist you remain on our planet.“

Spock’s captain attempts his typical bright smile, but the increasing glassiness in his eyes diminishes the effect.  "We thank you for your offer, but my first officer and I must return to the Enterprise.  Isn’t that so, Mister Spock?”  

When Jim turns to Spock, he subtly taps his temporomandibular joint.  Spock’s concern transmutes into sharp alarm.  It is their sign, devised for occasions requiring diplomatic discretion, for a dangerous reaction to an ingested substance. 

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I’ve updated the notes for The Thread to explain the new tag on this story – check them out here.

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“This way!” Ensign Tamura yells, running at top speed.

They sprint for the better part of thirty minutes.

After he had realized his captain’s grim predicament and found their communicators disabled, Spock had demanded the Darandu release them.  

“Your Federation will comprehend the righteousness of our cause,” the leader had spat.  

“Funny, but it doesn’t seem so righteous to the oppressed Deirendu people,” Jim had shot back.

“Perhaps the deadly substance we injected you with will convince you of our just war,” the ambassador had snarled.  "Surrender the Enterprise to us, Captain Kirk, or you will never receive the antidote.“

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Though their flight had caught the Darandu by surprise, the enemy had quickly marshalled bands of armed soldiers in pursuit.

Spock defers to Ensign Tamura to guide them with her superior scouting skills as they attempt to elude their captors.  But the unfamiliar landscape has them at a grave disadvantage.  Though they occasionally rest for a few minutes, they must continue to move forward.

“Jesus fuck, when are we going to be able to stop running,” Jim pants.

When Jim stumbles and begins to fall, Spock waits no longer to gauge his captain’s capabilities, but throws Jim over his shoulder.

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“Captain Kirk,” an amplified voice calls.

From their concealed position, Ensign Tamura silently points to the device hidden in a nearby tree.  Though it appears to have imaging features as well as voice amplification, they seem beyond its detecting range.

“The poison coursing through your system will work its full effects in mere hours,” the broadcast continues.  "Surely you would rather suffer the loss of your starship than end your life!“

“Can we treat him?” Tamura murmurs.

“We lack necessary information.”

“The two of you should go ahead,” Jim decides.  "I’m dead weight.“

Spock’s heart seizes at this declaration.  "Impossible.”

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“You know, I’m not actually dead yet,” Jim says sullenly, his voice muffled against Spock’s shoulder blades.   “I could have you on subordination, Mister Spock.”

“I welcome such charges at any time you choose to bring them.  For now, I will overrule your orders based on the fact that you are medically compromised.”

“Medically compromised,” Jim echoes with a scoff.  "The toxins haven’t reached my brain yet, okay?  Sheesh, a little poison, and suddenly I’ve got a mutiny on my hands.“

Spock’s hand tightens around Jim’s thighs as they press on; he can feel his captain’s temperature rising by increments.

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Their path fills with brambles.  As he follows Tamura’s footsteps, Spock must focus intently to keep Jim from being scratched.  

On their right, someone shouts.  Spock catches Tamura just in time before she stumbles into a clearing.  They all three take refuge behind a boulder.

“You are greatly fatigued,” he tells her when their hunters move on and they gain a moment in which to catch their breath.  "We cannot continue this pace.“  

“By the way, thanks for taking my side earlier, Ensign,” Jim says sarcastically.  "A+ respect for rank there.“

Tamura regards him evenly and then looks to Spock.

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