Spock came back to himself gradually, dragged into consciousness by harsh spikes of physical and mental pain. His first instinct was to slam down his shields, to cut off the intense discomfort, to isolate himself in the serenity of his mind. But at the center of his consciousness rested a warm weight, another mind, fast asleep, a katra<\/i> in perfect harmony with his own: Jim<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Jim was the focus he needed. From one second to the next, Spock was wide awake, his mind ultra-aware, his body hyper-sensitive. It took every ounce of control he had left not to move, not to push ever deeper into Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body, into Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind, and instead to meticulously assess their joined physical and mental state. Clearly, something had gone \u00e2\u20ac\u201c no, not wrong. There was nothing wrong<\/i> with them; he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d already know if that were the case. But something<\/i> had happened … Ah. The drug \u00e2\u20ac\u201c Water of Life. Spice.<\/i> Jim had been correct to be wary, then. Thankfully, Sybok seemed to have been correct, too …<\/p>\n
Carefully, Spock began to explore his Bondmate\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind. He kept away from memories and feelings. There was time for that later. Instead, he concentrated on the brain regions involved in the biological mechanisms of addiction. He started at the limbic dopaminergic system. Next he traced the neurons influenced by Spice to the area of the midbrain associated with psionic ability in humanoid species. The effects of the drug on that particular cluster of neurons were profound. The basal forebrain was predictably affected as well.<\/p>\n
Spock found it hard to resist the impulse to simply fix<\/i> his Bondmate\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain. The urge to protect Jim was so strong, so primal that to suppress the instinct hurt Spock in a physical way. Only now that they were Bonded, Spock also recognized how fatal the inherent imbalance of power in his relationship with Jim could be. Not enough that Spock was physically so much stronger than Jim \u00e2\u20ac\u201c now he was able to control Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind. Never Bonded before, Spock had been unable to perceive the full potential of this most intimate telepathic connection. If he had, would he have found the courage to pursue this course of action nevertheless? He doubted it. For once, he was grateful for his ignorance.<\/p>\n
Soon, he knew that Sybok had been right about Spice. The drug had indeed facilitated a connection between Jim and himself that was unprecedented in its intensity. Even still immature \u00e2\u20ac\u201c without the finalization of their connection during pon farr<\/i> \u00e2\u20ac\u201c their Bond was stronger than that of many Vulcan couples. With a strange sense of gratitude Spock realized that with this<\/i> Bond, he would have no choice at the end of all things.<\/p>\n
Upon further investigation Spock discovered that Spice affected Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain in two similar, yet very different ways.<\/p>\n
On one level, the effects of Spice on Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain were similar to those of many other drugs used by humanoids. Spice impaired Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dopamine system. It forced receptors to develop a hypersensitivity to the neurotransmitters released by the drug. It made neurons adapt until they required constant repetitive stimulation just to keep Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain functioning at a normal level.<\/p>\n
On another level, the neuromodulatory influence of Spice altered the fundamental functionality of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s psionic center. Spice activated dormant telepathic receptors, caused them to multiply and increased their sensitivity. Spice forced neurons to form connections between Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s psionic center and the area of his brain that constituted his conscious mind.<\/p>\n
A comparison of the different ways Spice worked gave Spock an idea. What if he could separate the two levels? What if he were able to neutralize the addiction … while keeping Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s telepathy alive …<\/p>\n
Yes!<\/i> It was<\/i> possible. He could assuage the agonizing need for the drug that screamed inside Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s unconscious mind even now. He could curb Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s helpless desire to experience the drug\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s artificial euphoria over and over again. He could restructure Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s compromised dopamine system. At the same time Spock was able preserve the new functionality of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s psionic center. But \u00e2\u20ac\u201c at least until the maturation of their Bond in pon farr<\/i> \u00e2\u20ac\u201c it would still fall to Spock to activate Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s latent telepathy, to \u00e2\u20ac\u0153flick the switch\u00e2\u20ac\u009d in a way. He also had no way to tell how Jim would respond to the activation of psionic brain functions in absence of the dopamine-induced euphoria of Spice. But thanks to Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s careful manipulations, Jim would not be reduced to a passive partner within their Bond.<\/p>\n
Relief meshed with exhaustion. For a moment, Spock floated within Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind. Purposeless and content in the warmth of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s affection. Then he recalled Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s preoccupation with the possible effects of Spice on his melanocytes. He examined the current pigmentation of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s iris and was forced to conclude that Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s apprehension had not been unfounded. The Water of Life had turned Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes blue again. Thanks to Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s increasing familiarity with Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind, it cost little effort to increase the melanin levels in the stroma of his iris. However, Spock was unable to deduce what created the strange brilliance of a Spice-addict\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes and was unable to ameliorate that effect of the drug.<\/p>\n
Gently, he withdrew into the confines of his own mind. As it had been his first experience with Spice since his birth, he encountered no problems in adjusting the dopamine system of his own brain. At the same time, he realized that thanks to the peculiarities of a Vulcan mind, a full-blooded Vulcan would not be able to alleviate the addiction easily \u00e2\u20ac\u201c if at all \u00e2\u20ac\u201c once it was an established habit.<\/p>\n
Next Spock addressed his physical condition. Shame and humiliation suffused him when he realized he had tied<\/i> himself to Jim as if he were mindless with the rutting of plak\u00e2\u20ac\u2122tow<\/i>. Instantly, he released the knot and sheathed himself. The pain was immediate and immense. Somehow, he managed to maintain enough control not to disturb Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rest. But he could not contain his physical reactions to the stimulus. His tear ducts convulsively released moisture. As if from far away, he heard his voice rise in a choked scream. He grew aware that his limbs were shaking. With faint astonishment, he realized he was close to fainting. But he must not! He knew he had to relinquish the meld first. For a terrifying fraction of a second he did not remember how, could not endure the thought of separation.<\/p>\n
But like a benediction, words drifted into his mind and soothed him: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Estuhn wi ri estuhn. K’wuhli wi ri k’wuhli<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Touching, yet not touching. Apart, yet never apart. His hand slid away from Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. Spock fell asleep.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6<\/p>\n
The alarm sounded when Leonard had fallen asleep on his desk, his head on his arms, right next to a mug of real coffee provided by Yeoman Rand. A damn shame, that.<\/p>\n
He was on his feet and out of the room before he was awake and promptly ran right into the closed door of his office. For a moment he leaned against it, a pain-filled \u00e2\u20ac\u0153fuck\u00e2\u20ac\u009d on his lips. Then he palmed the door open and ran to the quarantine rooms. Sybok and M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga were already in the room when he got there.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s happening?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard asked, pushing forward to get a look.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Spock is awake,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok informed him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I believe he is attempting to control the effects of Spice on both their minds. We cannot interrupt him now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Minutes passed, while Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s scans were going off the rocker crazy. Leonard watched in shocked fascination as Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain was practically rewired on the spot. But apart from the fact that such a thing shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be possible in the first place, there didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to be any negative effects. Not that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be able to do much if there had been, damn Vulcan voodoo. Then, suddenly, Spock spasmed and wrenched himself backwards. When he jerked up his head, Leonard saw how Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face contorted in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks. Spock was trembling with tension but couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to move or to let go of Jim.<\/p>\n
Without a word, Sybok rushed to the bed and captured Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face with both hands. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Estuhn wi ri estuhn. K’wuhli wi ri k’wuhli<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he murmured, and again, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153estuhn wi ri estuhn. K’wuhli wi ri k’wuhli<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Leonard had no idea what that meant, but the words had an immediate effect on Spock. He gasped for breath, his hand slipped away from Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face, and he collapsed at Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What the hell just happened?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard demanded. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What did you do?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Releasing the knot can be painful,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok explained. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The physical pain made it more difficult for Spock to let go of the mind meld. I reminded him that he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need a meld anymore to stay connected to Jim. Their Bond is now very strong, very resilient.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, Spock looks done in, no matter what,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard commented. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga was already busy at the console. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153As expected, no physical damage. While releasing the knot obviously hurt him, he is anatomically a fully functional, fertile Vulcan.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He glanced at Leonard with a slight smile. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Vulcan anatomy is made to endure prolonged priapism during pon farr<\/i> without ill effects. He should be cleaned up, though. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll take care of that with the mobile sonic unit. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so out of it that I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll wake, no matter what I do.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153How about Jim?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard asked. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d prefer not to wake him, but I need to examine him now, too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A mild sedative won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t affect the Bond anymore now, Doctor,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you agree, I shall ascertain the success of Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s intervention in a meld and at need increase the effects before you examine your patients.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Very well.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard gestured at Sybok to go ahead. What else was he supposed to do? So far, Sybok had proved to be right more often than he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d turned out to be wrong, damn it.<\/p>\n
Sybok placed his right hand on Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face, his left on Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. The meld lasted just a few seconds, then Sybok opened his eyes and drew back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s work is excellent. I do wish he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d consider becoming a mind healer. His talents are wasted as a first officer on a starship.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Leonard scowled, but Sybok ignored him and went on, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Doctor, as far as I can detect, Spock has managed to remove every trace of Spice addiction from both their brains. Due to the mechanism of emotional transference some symptoms may linger. But they should not be focused on the drug.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that supposed to mean?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153For a while they may act is if they are addicted to each other,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok explained without batting an eyelash. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Up to a point that is normal behavior for new Bondmates. A strong desire for physical and mental proximity, sexual relations, taking care of each other in every way. In this particular case those symptoms might be stronger than usual and last longer. You can think of it as intensified mating behavior typical for most humanoid species.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153… right,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard managed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me something else I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to hear.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Sybok raised his left eyebrow. Leonard wondered if Sarek shared that tick, and if the VSA used to have a file on the genetics of Vulcan eyebrow behavior. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do not recommend separating them for a few weeks, not even for short periods of time. If possible, avoid situations in which one of them might perceive the other as threatened for any reason, as that can trigger a violent reaction.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Gotcha.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga cast a curious glance his way. Apparently his colleague expected him to kick up more of a fuss. Leonard just shook his head. If he was honest with himself, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d known where Jim and Spock were headed pretty much since day one. Definitely since Jim woke after the Marcus thing. Heck, even Keenser must have noticed at that point. Still, it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a crime if Leonard had wished his best friend had ended up in an easier relationship. But of course \u00e2\u20ac\u0153easy\u00e2\u20ac\u009d wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s style. Also, Leonard had witnessed Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s casual relationships. Even when things between Spock and Jim had been at their worst, their relationship had been saner than some of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s supposedly easy lays. So now that Leonard had to face the facts of Jim and Spock together, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d deal. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d help Jim and Spock as much as possible. Never mind that a command team compromised by pon farr <\/i>was a nightmare for the admiralty come true<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153They won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like it. Sulu will like it less. But that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no issue,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard grinned savagely. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kids just got themselves signed up for a month-long vacation.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sometimes it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s good to be the CMO,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga remarked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Betcha.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6<\/p>\n
Jim opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Spock. Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s expressive brown eyes, just a few inches, no more than a foot away from him. So full of warmth. And inside his mind, Jim could feel<\/i> that warmth. Like … like a heating pad right inside his skull. A cozy connection that radiated contentment.<\/p>\n
The next thing Jim noticed was that they were not on Arrakis anymore. He didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need to hear the beeping of monitors or see the flickering of screens out of the corner of his eye or feel the slight scratchiness of hospital sheets around his naked body to know where they were. The smell of sickbay surrounded them. But he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worried. Spock was inside his mind, and Spock was right in front of him. The only thing that was wrong was that they were not touching. And he could do something about that.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded. He raised his right hand, index and middle finger outstretched \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and gasped. Sore didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even begin to cover the pain that ripped through his upper body. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What the hell<\/i>?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Spock captured his hand and pulled it down to rest on the mattress. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Four days have elapsed since our Bonding,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he explained quietly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153An unexpected complication. I was unable to maintain control during orgasm. In consequence, due to the emotional transference caused by our mind meld\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153My Spice high transferred to you? Shit. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sorry.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jim winced. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And we were out of it for four days?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d But that still didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t explain why he was so damn sore.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not just \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcout of it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Spock replied. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We remained …\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He hesitated, clearly discomfited. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153… as we were \u00e2\u20ac\u201c for three days. There is a version of sexual intercourse among Vulcans that normally occurs only during pon farr<\/i>. Apparently that biological mechanism can also be triggered by drugs. It prevents the partners from separating.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Sometimes Jim wished his mind was a bit slower with jumping to correct conclusions. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That knot at the base. That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what it does.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He buried his face in his pillow, trying to get a hold on himself, on the mixture of humiliation and arousal that gripped him. No wonder he was so sore. Actually, it was a miracle that he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel worse. Much worse. You didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need to be a doctor to know that a human body wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t made to\u00e2\u20ac\u201d Urgh.<\/i> Speaking of doctors. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Since we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in sickbay, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m guessing Bones checked in on us and …\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jim squeezed his eyes shut. And that after he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d tried so hard to be responsible with everything and to cover his ass\u00e2\u20ac\u201d Okay, wrong, wrong idiom. At least \u00e2\u20ac\u201c he experimentally clenched \u00e2\u20ac\u201c whew<\/i> \u00e2\u20ac\u201c at least Bones hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t taken it out on his ass. That was definitely the sensation of some serious regen plus a pretty strong local. Oy.<\/i><\/p>\n
He turned his head again and cracked his eyes open. Spock hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t moved and regarded him with the calm, Vulcan serenity and just perhaps even a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes. The warm sensation inside his mind sparkled, too. Or something. Jim wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure how to describe the experience. It was good, though. Very good, even. But the link wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t as close as it had been. Well, after five days the Spice must have worn off … He couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t suppress the sense of loss at the thought.<\/p>\n
Spock let go of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand and brought his fingers up to his face. He touched Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s temple with just the fingertips of his index finger and middle finger \u00e2\u20ac\u201c a Vulcan kiss. Desire rushed straight to his groin. His cock stirred.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I am not certain how to proceed,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Spock admitted, and Jim was aware of his insecurity in \u00e2\u20ac\u201c a kind of shivery sensation inside his head that made him want to twitch and roll his head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I believe the appropriate Standard expression is that I have a confession to make. When I neutralized the drug\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s influence on your brain, I allowed certain effects to persist. Specifically the neural processes that activate your psionic center. You will require me to meld with you in order to initiate the process, but the result should approximate the state of mind you achieved with the aid of the drug.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim blinked as he worked out what that explanation meant when applied to his brain chemistry. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You installed a switch<\/i> in my mind?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asked. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For my non-existent telepathy?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Latent<\/i> telepathy,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Spock corrected. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Passive psionic potential does not mean that it does not exist, it means that\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jim interrupted him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wow. That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s … inspired. Kind of crazy.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He smiled and squeezed Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand when his fingers trembled against his skin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153In a good way.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We will need to test the modifications I made in a safe, controlled environ\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s laugh cut him off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Once a science officer, always a science officer, huh?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He drew Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers to his lips and kissed them. A sharp intake of breath and a … hot spark in his mind and a spicy taste on his tongue. Guh.<\/i> Even without actual telepathy the Bond was pretty damn awesome. And giving him ideas … \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m all for experiments.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Before Spock had a chance to lecture him on what constituted suitable experiments in telepathy and other things, Jim managed to get his tongue on Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingertips. Just a quick taste, just a fleeting touch. The effect in his mind was more than just sparks, closer to a flare. But Jim caught the concern in Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes and withdrew his hand from his mouth again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey …\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He interlaced his fingers with Spock. He needed to touch him. In fact, he wanted to crawl over to him and press himself against his body, because he wanted to feel the warmth of his skin so damn much. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No worries. I know we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got to talk and figure out how this works for us, the Bond and all. Bones and M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga and your brother will want to talk to us, too, I guess.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He frowned. It was a small miracle that Bones wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t looming over them in full lecture mode right now, in fact.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I requested privacy for us, should you not require immediate medical attention upon waking,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Spock explained earnestly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I remember how much you disliked having an examination forced on you immediately upon waking at Starfleet Medical. To subject you to unnecessary stress is not beneficial. I was able to make Doctor McCoy see the logic of that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help himself. Cursing under his breath because every movement hurt like hell, he scooted over to Spock and squeezed next to the startled Vulcan under his much thicker blanket. Then he proceeded to kiss Spock the human and the Vulcan way. At the same time. Now, that was a kind of multitasking he could get into.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6<\/p>\n
M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga and Sybok had already claimed the two chairs at the back of the small table in Leonard\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s office. With a sigh, Leonard pulled his comfortable office chair to the front end of the table and sat as well. Yeoman Lawton came in with mugs of coffee and tea. Real coffee, real tea. At least something.<\/p>\n
Thanks to pure stubbornness and a hypo he hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t deserved, Jim made it into Leonard\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s office under his own steam. With a muffled curse he slumped into the chair next to the door. When Jim attempted to lean back, he had to bite on his lip to suppress a moan. Spock, first at his side, then close behind, sat down in the chair next to him, posture perfect, expression carefully mellow.<\/p>\n
Not so very different from before,<\/i> Leonard thought. And yet … <\/i><\/p>\n
He narrowed his eyes at them. Sometimes, Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shattered childhood and adolescence shone through his fa\u00c3\u00a7ade in painful cracks. Like now, the way Jim gave him a belligerent stare, his hazel eyes greener than before and feverish bright. He could have been seventeen instead of twenty-seven, introducing his first serious boyfriend to his father. Possessively, he linked his fingers with Spock, giving off his best rebellious Romeo vibes. The way Spock accepted his touch, dark eyes huge in his pale face wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t half bad as a Juliet impersonation, either.<\/p>\n
Leonard didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t particularly appreciate being cast in the role of Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s father in this particular episode of their space opera. But with Pike, Sarek, and the older Spock dozens of light-years and weeks of subspace lag out of reach, he was willing to accept the part. Someone had to, after all.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Jesus, Jim, stop glaring at me, will ya?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not gonna give you any grief over your choice of a boyfriend.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Bondmate,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/i> Spock corrected mildly, ears faintly green-tinged.<\/p>\n
Well, that answered a few questions already. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153See, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a much more constructive start for this conversation,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he told Jim. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your relationship needs to be logged and Starfleet Command has to be informed. While Vulcan Bonds are exempted from Starfleet fraternization protocols, I suggest that you still get an official counselor\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s report. You never know what will happen. At some point in the future, you may be grateful for any scrap of official documentation that supports your continued professional qualification as a command team. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re getting on well with Guinan, so make an appointment with her.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim relaxed enough to attempt to let go of Spock. But Spock would have none of that and kept a close, possessive hold of his hand. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, good point. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll do that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jim said. Ducking his head in a somewhat abashed fashion, he glanced at Spock. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There should also be some kind of public announcement I guess. Maybe even a party?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153At this point I would advise against a party,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga put in smoothly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sybok has suggested that you may experience a more intense reaction to the Bond due to your special circumstances. You should get used to your new connection before you attempt to navigate complex social situations.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim squared his shoulders and shifted forward in a protective gesture. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re fine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
In his mind, Leonard ticked off the symptoms Sybok and M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga had provided before: increased need for physical proximity, possessiveness, protectiveness, irritability … He suppressed a sigh. And those were just the effects of a new Bond. He was so not looking forward to Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s first pon farr<\/i>.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, you are,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard agreed. It hurt to see Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s surprise at that statement. That his best friend did never fully expect to be okay. Not even now. That Jim always had to fight for his optimism, an inch at a time. At least from now on, Jim would not face that battle alone.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153However,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard forced his face into a scowl and his voice into a growl, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153your mental and physical health is at stake here. Yours and<\/i> Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. Jim, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m aware you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to hear that, but you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not an average John Doe anymore, and Spock never was a run of the mill Vulcan. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not going to take any risks we don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to take. So you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re both on medical leave for a month.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard rolled his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look at me like that. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a vacation<\/i>, not a prison sentence, damn it. Jim, Spock will tell you that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s perfectly normal for newly Bonded couples to take some time off together. Think of it as a honeymoon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d That term made Jim twitch, and Leonard smirked a little before he turned to Sybok. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your turn.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I would like to offer my help to you, both as a mind healer and based on my personal experience. I \u00e2\u20ac\u201cI have been Bonded again for ten years now, Mated for six years,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok said, fondly, although his eyes darkened \u00e2\u20ac\u201c as if with grief, as if there was more to his explanation than a simple story of Vulcan Bonding and Mating. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve met T\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Saralonde, and I want to introduce you to our daughter T\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Maire before we must part ways.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Spock tensed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153T\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Maire?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Sybok nodded. His smile was for Spock, sad and full of sympathy. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153M\u00c3\u00a1ire \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the Gaelic form of Maria \u00e2\u20ac\u201c was Amanda Grayson\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s middle name\u00e2\u20ac\u009d, he explained to the others. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I loved my stepmother very much.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim (the same Jim Leonard had once accused of being worse than Spock<\/i> in expressing emotions more complex than rage in the past) shifted closer to Spock, touching his cheek to the other man\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder in a subtle show of affection and support. Spock relaxed a little, at least.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you permit me to do so,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok told them, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I can monitor the development of your Bond in these crucial early stages. I can also teach Spock techniques that will help you in the future.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153With pon farr<\/i> and stuff? I tried to remain real passive throughout, the way Sybok and M\u00e2\u20ac\u2122Benga told me to, but I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think I managed. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just not my normal style, I guess.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jim bent forward, oblivious to his partner\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pained expression.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153From what I have gleaned in the diagnostic melds I have performed on both of you during your recovery, it was a very creditable effort,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sybok said.<\/p>\n
Keep up the good work,<\/i> Leonard ad-libbed in his mind, entirely too amused by Sybok\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s un-Vulcan ways. And although he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to imagine the sordid details, he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop himself from drawling, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Practice makes perfect, I hear.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s instant blushing was funny. The way Spock tensed and drew back his lips in a soundless snarl less so. Sybok caught Leonard\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes and minutely shook his head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shut up and don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t move\u00e2\u20ac\u009d was the message there. Got that,<\/i> Leonard thought and froze. Damn.<\/i> Should have taken Sybok\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s warning way more seriously. And I <\/i>know how Spock can get when he loses control.<\/i><\/p>\n
Judging from how Jim\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes widened, he was thinking along similar lines. Suddenly he frowned and closed his eyes. A look of intent concentration on his face, he leaned against Spock, as boneless as if he were about to fall asleep. The effect on Spock was immediate. His tension eased. He slipped an arm around Jim, drawing him closer to his side. Jim opened his eyes again. He winked at Leonard, grinning.<\/p>\n
Spock pressed his lips together, his face white tinged with green shadows. In spite of the uncomfortable moment just now, Leonard felt sympathy for the man. Control meant so much to him, and according to Sybok, had never come easy to Spock. Add to that the very real dangers of pon farr<\/i> looming on the horizon, and the edge of fear to Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mortification was only too understandable.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Spock, everyone in this room appreciates how difficult this situation is,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard said carefully. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For you and for Jim. It was not my intention to make light of it. Humor is a human way of dealing with awkward situations. My remark was inappropriate, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sorry. I am aware of how much of a cultural taboo these topics are for Vulcans. Unfortunately, we cannot afford the luxury of Vulcan propriety under the circumstances. So far, Jim has done his best to act in a responsible manner. I need you to do the same.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
After a moment Spock gave a curt, self-conscious nod. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, Doctor.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Jim didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t move but stayed pressed into Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s embrace. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Also,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said softly, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Bones is right.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Never thought I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d hear you say that, Jim.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard shook his head and leaned back in his chair. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Spock, keep in mind that you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in a much better place to deal with this than before. You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got a Bondmate. Your older self has made sure that we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got the information we need when the time comes. And now an expert mind healer can help you with whatever Vulcan mind voodoo there is to prepare for it. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got your back, Spock.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
It was telling that Spock didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t comment on how illogical that idiom was. It was even more telling that Jim didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t try to make a lewd joke.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153On that note, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no reason to keep you on sickbay any longer,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard announced. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a surprise in Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cabin for you. Since Jim sometimes must receive diplomatic visitors in his quarters that seemed the better way to protect your privacy.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He grinned. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Enjoy. And for heaven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sake don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell me about it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kids asleep?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard asked as he stepped into his quarters. True to her word, Carolyn Paul had taken care of Jo and Thorby throughout the emergency. And different from the challenge she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d issued after the pool incident, she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been absolutely professional in her interactions with him, never once letting on that she might have any feelings for him at all.<\/p>\n
Carolyn put her PADD away with a smile and nodded. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes. Finally. There was a lot of whispering and even some giggling tonight \u00e2\u20ac\u201c not only Jo, by the way \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but now they are both asleep.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Leonard went to his desk and punched in the security code for the compartment where he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d stashed away the single malt whisky that Scotty had presented him with for his birthday. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Want a shot?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asked when he pulled out the bottle.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is that Ardbeg?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Carolyn asked. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Seriously? God, yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Leonard laughed and poured a rather conservative measure for them both, before he put away the bottle. With Jo around, a single glass had become his limit on the few evenings he had the opportunity to indulge (when Jo could be persuaded to go to bed on time and there was no emergency). He raised his glass, thinking he could like a woman who knew about good whisky. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Cheers.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sl\u00c3\u00a0inte mhath.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/i>She inhaled reverently. Closing her eyes, she took a sip. Leonard hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t known that a woman could look so blissful drinking whisky. Or that a man could experience a stab of jealousy over that.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And to your health,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he agreed, settling in the other armchair. He leaned back, relaxing into the peculiar mixture of exhaustion and excellent whisky.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are they going to be okay, then?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Carolyn asked, completely out of the blue.<\/p>\n
He shot up from his seat, almost dropping his glass. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153How the\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He stopped himself at the last second. His grandmother had raised him better than that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What in\u00e2\u20ac\u201d whatever are you talking about?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Goodness, Leonard, calm down. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t spill the whisky.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She put her glass on the table. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I was worried because you were so worried. Then I realized the captain and the first officer should have been back, but there hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been an announcement that Kirk had the conn again. I wondered if I got the shore leave schedule mixed up. But I hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. So I took a look at the public transporter log. Their return to the ship was listed. Then I asked the computer where they are, and the answer was in sickbay.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She chewed on her lower lip. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Leonard \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I have no idea what happened, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not going to ask for any details \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but you<\/i> should remember that there are security cameras practically everywhere on the Enterprise, including the transporter room. And … we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not sure, okay? But it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not impossible that \u00e2\u20ac\u201c that Ambassador Gav and his \u00e2\u20ac\u201c business associates in the slave trade \u00e2\u20ac\u201c that they have someone on board. Or even several people. Or …\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She shook her head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know there are other \u00e2\u20ac\u201c interested parties. For … that kind of thing.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Leonard had to sit down; Carolyn was right. Marcus may have been a maverick, but he hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been a lone operator. Politically, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Humanitarians for Earth\u00e2\u20ac\u009d never had more support. The last elections had proven that. Worse, with Marcus as a martyr for their cause, the party\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fundamentalist branch \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Humans First\u00e2\u20ac\u009d was more dangerous than ever. Since the Marcus conspiracy, half a dozen acts of terrorism, from assassinations to bomb threats and kidnappings, had been linked with \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Humans First\u00e2\u20ac\u009d. And besides being a corrupt asshole and a slave trade supporter, Ambassador Gav\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s loathing of Sarek of Vulcan was a well-known fact. Yes, Leonard had to admit, all of them (and every tabloid in the whole damn Federation) would get a fucking kick out of discrediting the command team of Starfleet\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s flagship.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s any material out there that mustn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get into the wrong hands,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Carolyn said softly, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you have to make sure that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nothing to see.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Suddenly, Leonard felt quite sick. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a reason why I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m CMO and not Chief of Security,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he muttered. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Damn.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Carolyn carefully picked up her whisky again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just bring it up with the captain next time you get the chance,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she suggested. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mr. Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a computer wizard. He can fix any footage you need to have fixed.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Leonard stared at her. Sometimes he forgot who she was, what she was. That of course<\/i> she would think of security, of files and footage, of evidence and blackmail … He took a deep breath and raised his glass with a shaking hand. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re a menace.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thank you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She actually smiled at that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do try.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Minutes passed in silence, both of them pondering the secrets hidden in the beautiful amber liquid in their glasses. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Leonard?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she asked at last, unable to conceal her concern. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know I said I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ask. But … are they going to be okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
She cared, Leonard realized. Honestly cared. On a personal level. Even though she didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really know Jim and Spock at all. But of course it was that stupid, idealist compassion of hers that had gotten her into all kinds of trouble in the first place. He wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure if he liked that about her or if he hated that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he replied at last. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be a public announcement the next day or so; he might as well tell her now. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They Bonded, the Vulcan way. Something went a bit wrong there for a while, what with Jim being human and Spock not one hundred percent Vulcan. But it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all right now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/i> She put her palms together and raised her hands to her lips. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she repeated, and her whole face softened. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m so glad. That \u00e2\u20ac\u201c that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so …\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She trailed off, shook her head, and exhaled in a deep sigh. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m so glad,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she repeated and smiled at him. Such a goofy, radiant smile. As if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d just proved to her that fairy tales come true after all, with rainbows and kittens and happy endings.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6\u00e2\u2122\u00a6<\/p>\n
Jim might have made it from the quarantine room to Bones\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s office on his own. But to his embarrassment, he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t quite up to the trip to their quarters. If Spock hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been there to drag him along, he would have probably just collapsed in the turbolift. Damn it, the human body really wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t designed to lie supine with a Vulcan on top and attached to it for several days at a time. A serious construction error. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d mention that at the next opportunity.<\/p>\n
He was shaking when they reached their quarters. Or Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cabin, to be exact. Bones had promised them a surprise, and Jim was far too curious not to check it out right away.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh my god,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he gasped when the door slid open. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh my god!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Breathless with laughter and exhaustion he leaned back against the wall. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They gave us a bed. A big<\/i> bed!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Spock stood frozen in the door until Jim pulled him inside his own cabin, still chuckling. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153C\u00e2\u20ac\u2122mon, Spock. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just a bed. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not going to eat you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I sincerely hope not …\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Spock didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sound entirely convinced.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just a bed,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Jim whispered. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a gift. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what Humans do when friends get married. Also, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s practical.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The door closed behind them, and Jim engaged the privacy lock with a few tabs on the keypad. When he turned to Spock, his … his lover \u00e2\u20ac\u201c partner \u00e2\u20ac\u201c Bondmate \u00e2\u20ac\u201c still hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t moved. Jim reached for his hands and held them, allowing Spock to feel his innermost self without reservation, a more immediate contact than the mental connection of the Bond, that strange heavy warmth at the back of his mind. He figured he got it. Because yeah, this? All real. No Spice, no desert. Just Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s normal cabin. Except that it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. Because there was this new, big bed shoved into the corner next to the bathroom.<\/p>\n
Jim let go of Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands and forced himself to make it to the bathroom, to brush his teeth, comb his hair (all Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fault; seriously, neat freak), take a piss, wash his hands. It was a heroic struggle to stumble into his own cabin to pull his PJs out from under his pillow and stagger back into Spock\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cabin. At last he slumped down on the new, awesome, big bed. Somehow he managed to man up and suppress a million groans as each movement reminded him of how many muscles he had and how sore they were. When Spock emerged from the bathroom, as immaculate in his sleepwear as in his uniform, Jim didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t protest the hypo Spock produced. Apparently that was Bones\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s idea of a Bonding gift. Sighing with relief as his various aches disappeared within seconds, Jim wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t about to complain.<\/p>\n
Without further ado, Jim climbed in and stretched out on the wall side of the bed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not gonna argue,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he told Spock of the raised eyebrow. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re protective like that, mister. Haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t forgotten how you shoved me behind you and against the wall during that kerfuffle with the Klingons. Now c\u00e2\u20ac\u2122mere. Wanna feel you. As in hug me? Not much good for more tonight. Sorry.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Cease babbling, Jim,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Spock admonished. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That is a side-effect of the medication, and one which is mild enough for you to control.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d But he pulled Jim into his arms with exquisite gentleness. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now sleep, ashayam<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We are one, after all, you and I, together we suffer, together exist and forever will recreate one another.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d
\u00e2\u20ac\u201c Pierre Teilhard de Chardin<\/i><\/p>\n
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Author\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Notes<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u00a2 Back in chapter 7 it was revealed that Carolyn Paul working for \u00e2\u20ac\u0153PATS\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (Planets Against Trafficking of Sentients) had discovered evidence that the Tellarite Ambassador Gav is the corrupt member of the Federation Council who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in league with the slave traders. With his connections it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not implausible to be concerned about spies or saboteurs on board of the Enterprise.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u00a2 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Humanitarians for Earth\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\/\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Humans First\u00e2\u20ac\u009d: in real life, people like Admiral Marcus don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t just appear out of thin air but are nurtured by a specific political climate and powerful supporters; also, fundamentalists love nothing more than a good martyr, and Marcus did an excellent job that way. (I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just incapable of writing unpolitical novels, I guess. Sorry.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To Recreate One Another Stardate 2260.251, 1100 hours, Deck 7, Quarantine Room 1 Spock came back to himself gradually, dragged into consciousness by harsh spikes of physical and mental pain. His first instinct was to slam down his shields, to … Continue reading