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Kirk/McCoy/Uhura - Blodeuwedd

Nyota watches Leonard closely as he enters the room. She leans back in the captain’s chair and tilts her head as she meets his gaze. Instead of the hatred and resentment that has been present since she had James removed from her life, she sees nothing. His eyes are cold and emotionless, and she realizes that she misses the fire that she has grown accustomed to in recent weeks. She scowls and shifts on her throne as she continues to watch him.

“Have you made any progress, Leonard?” she asks with such false sweetness that she expects him to tense and glare. When he merely arches a brow, she is disappointed. He resents hearing his name on her lips, yet he doesn’t even flinch this time.

“Perhaps,” he says simply. “The illness is spreading quickly.”

“Which is why you must work faster,” she snaps at him. “I am a prisoner here until you have created a cure.” She looks at him calculatingly as she casually drags the skirt of her dress high enough to show off the legs that all men admire. He doesn’t even glance at the bare skin, which angers her even more. Beside her, Spock shifts, and she knows that she is treading dangerous ground. It entertains her to do so. Now that she is in power, she has no fear. “I am beginning to suspect that you are not even attempting to find a cure, Doctor.”

“Why would you think that, dear wife?” The voice whispers in her ear before a blade touches her throat. She turns her head quickly and finds herself staring at a ghost.

“You are not real. I saw you dead,” she says firmly. “What trickery is this?”

“Your treacherous lover would dispute that, Nyota,” James purrs as he presses the blade closer to her skin.

She glances down and purses her lips when she sees Spock lying in a pool of blood. When she hears footsteps behind her, she turns her head to stare at Leonard. “You did this.”

“This is your doing, not mine,” Leonard says matter-of-factly before he looks at James as if he holds power over the moon and stars. “What do you wish of me, my lord?”

“I had thought of simply killing her,” James says, bringing his mouth close to her ear before he licks her. She cringes away from him, from the reminder of the passion that she never had to feign. He is nothing, and she is everything.

“And now?” Leonard is closer now, reaching out his hand to thread his fingers through James’ hair. It is an intimate gesture, and she narrows her eyes as she watches them.

“Now, I believe that death is too easy a punishment. We will do as you suggested,” James decides, leaning forward to press his lips against Leonard’s before he looks down at her. “When he is finished with you, you will fear the light. You will remain hidden in caves and fear all others who cross your path, for they will know the truth of you and what you are.” He leans down and kisses her roughly, biting her lips before he pulls back. “They will all know your name, Nyota."