Licentious Logic
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trista_zevkiaTitle: Licentious Logic
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 1/4
Fandom: Star Trek; 2009
Characters/Pairing: Stonn/Spock, Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH Angst! Bastard Vulcans, Pining Jim
Summary: Stonn has been thinking. Jim refutes his argument.
Disclaimer: All monies made will be converted to intergalactic space credits, since gold pressed bars of platinum are a nuisance to carry in zero-g.
Author's Notes:
“Message from Starfleet Command, Captain.” Uhura’s voice was professional and clear through the channel, which was a form of progress to Jim. She didn’t officially hate him anymore!
“Thank you, Lieutenant, please send it here.” McCoy rolled his eyes, but got the hint and stood. He’d already sat around and talked to Jim a half hour after the rest of the officers had left the meeting for their official duties. An almost salute with two fingers and McCoy exited the conference room just as Jim’s screen came to life. “Admiral Pike, what can we do for you?”
“I’m sending you some new coordinates and names. More Vulcans to bring to the new colony and I called to tell you this so you wouldn’t call me to complain. I know you were told five years of deep space exploration, not working as a taxi, but be an adult. From what I hear, things are tough all over.”
“Damn it, Chris!” Jim sighed, but couldn’t get as irritated as he wanted. Chris was right and the Enterprise would go where she was needed. But he couldn’t just give in, so he rolled his eyes and offered an irrelevant comment to make Pike regret his decision. “As much trouble as I’m getting from Spock’s relatives, I should at least get apology sex out of him.”
Pike’s reaction was real shock, but before Jim could really enjoy it a figure in grey moved into view. Even as the man leaned down to be in the picture, Jim felt his own face surpass Chris’ in panic.
“Captain Kirk, what is it you seek to get out of my son?” Ambassador Sarek looked perfectly calm, collected and unaware of what Kirk had just said, the perfect Vulcan mask in place. He seemed content to wait out Jim’s answer, even though Jim’s blank mind had to be obvious in the way his jaw was opening and closing without forming words. An embarrassed Chris put his face in his hand, and the motion proved to be enough to jumpstart Jim’s brain, just a little.
“I’m sorry, ambassador, just a terrible joke. Inappropriate brain droppings of twisted human mind! It’s more of a statement on the traditional problems between in-laws and how they don’t get along with the new spouse or whatever. Not whatever, because if I had any designs on your son I assure you I’d do everything legally and honorable…” Jim could have rattled on a bit more about how a handsome man like Spock would inspire lust in the most calm of individuals, but Chris move his left hand to join the right. Jim knew the gesture and recognized the double facepalm as Chris’s way of begging him to shut up. Jim was suddenly really glad he hadn’t gotten to the point where he told Sarek just how great Spock’s ass looked when he was bent over the scanner. “Right. Bad joke, I didn’t mean anything by it. I apologize.”
“In that case Captain, allow me to speak. I wished for this opportunity to tell you just how valuable your contribution has been to the establishment of New Vulcan. Most of our warp capable ships were destroyed during the attack and we do not have the resources to conduct this census on our own. The Federation’s assistance has been invaluable.” Here Sarek paused to nod at Pike, who tried to acknowledge the look without turning funny colors. Chris did manage a funny puce color, but Jim felt all the color drain out of his face when Sarek looked back at him.
“I trust knowing Spock’s relatives will not change your intentions toward him.” Sarek let Jim’s color refill his face until he was a puce colored as Pike before speaking again. “We must terminate this call, as the conference will resume in twenty seven seconds, and delegates are returning.”
As the screen went dark, Jim caught Pike’s look. As soon as whatever conference he was at was over, Pike was going to have a long talk with Jim. Or ‘at’ Jim, and Jim would sit there and take it. Stretching as he walked, Jim returned to the bridge. He had a change of coordinates to talk Sulu into inputting. Everybody else was just as desperate for some real adventure, but he doubted a single one of them would have said such a thing! Not even Chekov!
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Commands given, ship headed to pick up their latest group of passengers and Jim turned to his favorite thing to do when nothing was going on. If he angled his chair just right, he could pretend to be deeply engrossed in the star field and deep thoughts. Instead he was watching Spock’s reflection in the viewscreen. His favorite view, it kept his interest no matter how boring the day! If he hadn’t have been studying it regularly for eight months now, he might not have noticed the way Spock suddenly stiffened. A casual slide out of his chair, strolling around the bridge to stretch his legs, just happened to lead him over to Spock. From the ramrod stiff posture and completely Vulcan face, Jim knew Spock had seen something he didn’t like. Leaning on the console, Jim was totally professional when he spoke.
“What’s got your interest, Mr. Spock?”
“I was going over the passenger list, to see if any special accommodations were required.” Some of Spock’s duties as First Officer, but all he seemed willing to say. Which in itself was more telling than Spock was aware of.
“Will they need anything?”
“No, sir.” And again, all Spock wanted to say. Jim rearranged himself to look at Spock’s screens.
“Anybody we know?” Six males from a Vulcan engineering firm, four of them with names beginning with S. Vulcans must be born with a special gene that helped them make up and remember names beginning with S, Jim decided. Spock was looking at Jim with a confused expression.
“I know one of the individuals, but I do not know if you are acquainted with any of them. In a universe with this many individuals, it would be illogical of me to assume you were acquainted with any particular person.” Jim shrugged and smiled as he answered softly.
“Yeah, but it told me that you know one of these guys, and don’t like him very much.”
“Vulcans do not allow likes or dislikes to influence their interactions.”
“I beg your pardon. Which of these individuals is detrimental to enhancing your calm?” Jim’s irreverence did nothing to enhance Spock’s calm, flying as it did in the face of his logic. It confused Spock, more than he’d ever admit and he’d answer just to make it stop.
“Stonn is a year younger than I, and we often encountered each other growing up.” Spock’s tone held a finality that ended the discussion. For now, Jim amended to himself.
“Well, make him comfortable and we’ll dump him on New Vulcan asap.” A pat on the back and Jim went back to his chair. Spock was not particularly talkative about his childhood, but Jim knew it hadn’t been easy. How many Vulcans had ‘engaging in physical altercations’ on their permanent scholastic records that future employers, like Starfleet, might get to read? Now Jim sat in his chair, ogled Spock and thought of ways to make sure Spock didn’t encounter Stonn.
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By greeting the Vulcans himself, the captain being a more prestigious person than first officer, Jim made a good start in keeping Stonn away from Spock. He escorted the Vulcans to their quarters, showed them the mess hall and offered the tour. By calling it the dime tour, Jim successfully confused the Vulcans into not wondering where Spock might be. They declined the tour but demanded an explanation of the phrase.
The history lesson on monetary units of Earth covered the walk to their quarters. Jim left them with the explanation of ‘an event worth more than a nickel but not quite a quarter’ and went to clean his cabin. Spock had agreed to a chess game and as part of his plan to keep Spock away from Stonn, Jim had decided that tonight the rec room would be too loud. Even if he had to fake a headache, they’d play chess in his room.
Yeoman Rand cleaned up after him, but Jim wanted to do a bit of reorganizing and sorting. Spock had never been here before and Jim didn’t want the place to offend his Vulcan sensibilities. Vulcans liked things neat and orderly, sparse even. That’s all it was, nothing to do with the thoughts Jim didn’t let himself dwell on. Delicious thoughts of bodies entwined, golden curves mixed with dark angles, thoughts that couldn’t be thought, should an accidental brush with a touch telepath give them away. Jim Kirk was certainly not trying to impress Spock with an orderly room or anything.
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Spock was late. Spock was never late without a damn good reason, and Spock was late. If Spock wasn’t going to be early, he’d call Jim and tell him. Now, nine minutes after Spock was supposed to arrive at Jim’s quarters, Jim was pacing. He was trying to convince himself it wasn’t a big deal, not much could have happened to Spock, on the ship, and in Federation controlled space. But damned if he wasn’t calling as soon as his chronometer said Spock was ten minutes late!
When Spock didn’t answer the page after a solid minute, Jim had the computer locate him. Not sure why Spock would be in on the observation lounge, Jim still headed that way, almost jogging. The door opened before him, and even after his eyes adjusted Jim couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A large body was shoving Spock against the viewport, his head buried on the crook of Spock’s neck. Jim froze, unsure what sort of passion he was witnessing. Spock helped him decide, by getting a leg free, bending the knee and driving his heel into the small of the other man’s back! Jim ran to his friend, shouting at them even as he wondered just how much stronger full Vulcans were than Spock. The man turned to Kirk and raised a hand to punch him. Jim was just enough of a distraction to allow Spock to step up and nerve pinch the man. He crumpled and Jim managed to stop his forward rush, but he had to see.
“Computer, lights to full!” Full might have been a mistake, as even Spock blinked a couple of times against the assault of light. The trickle of blood on the right side of Spock’s neck caused a few more blinks, as Jim fought down the desire to kill the unconscious man. Command mode was the only thing that would keep that desire from showing in his voice, so Jim latched onto it. “Report, Mister!”
“It is of no concern to Starfleet, Captain.” Spock straightened into his normal posture and put his hands behind his back. A mistake, as the motion broke the clot beginning to form on his bite wound.
“Anything that makes my crew bleed is my concern. From there, I’ll decide if Starfleet needs to hear about it.”
“Stonn asked me to meet him here, and I saw no reason to refuse. A few moments ago, I discovered he is becoming ill.”
Jim repeated those two little, insignificant words so slowly that Spock swallowed and shifted his eyes away from directly looking at Jim. “Becoming ill.”
“He is not sufficiently ill to require the services of Dr. McCoy, nor do I think the doctor could do much for him. Stonn will be cured on New Vulcan.”
“Will his condition worsen before we get there?”
“I do not have enough data to make that determination.”
“And how many of my crewmembers will he attack in the next four and half days?”
“None, Captain.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe that.”
“This was a continuation of our childhood grievance and only his physical state caused it to become violent.” Spock might as well have held up a sign that said he was done talking. Normally Jim respected Spock’s reserved nature and need for privacy, but this wasn’t normal. Plus Jim really hated the way Spock seemed to be counting the hairs in his eyebrows, rather than look him in the eye.
“What disease? Is it contagious, do I have to quarantine him? What about the other Vulcans on board?” Jim’s words brought Spock down to meet his eyes, Spock accepting he wouldn’t get out of this so easy.
“Captain, the other Vulcans will watch Stonn if I make them aware of his condition. Under their watch, Stonn will not present further problems.” Spock was holding up his sign again, and Jim sighed. “It would not be diplomatically prudent to force a physical on Stonn when I have told you his condition is not contiguous.”
“Fine. Get the other Vulcans to fetch him and promise to watch him. Then, diplomatic prudence be hanged, you’re going to sick bay.” Jim had a sign of his own, one that read ‘don’t push me on this mister,’ and he was waving it now. “I might not be able to check on his condition, but I can check yours whenever I want.”
“Understood, Captain. Perhaps you should request for the others to join us, so I may monitor Stonn’s condition.” Spock’s way of saying he had a better chance of stopping Stonn then Jim did, and Jim could appreciate the logic of that. With a nod, he went to the nearest comm. unit and called the others. The comm. unit in the corridor, which is why Spock didn’t hear Jim page him. Observation was supposed to be tranquil, a spot to meditate in the human way. Not where captains fought men off their crushes!
With all five Vulcans responding, Jim went in to stand with Spock. They didn’t speak, just waited. Stonn was waking, moaning at their feet when the others arrived. Spock spoke to them in ancient Vulcan, words too quick for the universal translator to catch. One of them stepped forward and spoke to Jim just before he stared demanding answers.
“Captain, we did not realize Stonn’s condition was at such a stage. We will take responsibility for him.”
“Very logical of you. Let me know if you need anything.” Jim tried to be diplomatic, but he knew it sounded sarcastic. It might have been just a little sarcastic, but thanks were illogical, so this was him being culturally sensitive. “Mister Spock, I gave you an order.”
“Understood, Sir.” Spock walked off and almost made it to the door, but Stonn had to have a parting shot.
“Sayerak.” Everyone froze except Spock, who marched out the door as if he hadn’t heard. Jim knew he had, and Jim now had one more thing to ask Spock about. Jim restrained his curiosity and anger, escorting Stonn back to his room. Jim forgot about his restraint, turned and ran to turbolift the second the Vulcans were stowed away. He got in the turbolift, and changed his mind about his destination. Spock was the smartest person Jim had ever met, and the most private.
Jim raced to his quarters and pulled up the video footage of the observation lounge for the last hour. Putting his copy on a disk meant Spock couldn’t delete it without coming to Jim in person. Locking this disk in his safe, Jim calmly walked down to sickbay. As the doors opened to admit him, Jim heard the dulcet tones of his CMO attempting to reasonably convince someone to let him do a full medical examination.
“If you don’t hop back up on that table now, I’ll never fix it! You’ll be roboting your way through life with a love bite on your neck and your ear sticking out. I think you’re hiding the truth from me, ‘cause you can’t lie or some such bull, but it don’t matter what Jim said. You won’t be released until I say so, me being the freaking CMO!”
“Spock, quit lying to Bones! Suck it up and take the physical.” Jim’s words caused Spock to stiffen, but McCoy didn’t look away from his reluctant patient to reply.
“Maybe I should get you too, Jim, while you’re in such an accommodating mood.”
“Cute. Spock says one of his Vulcan acquaintances is sick, with something that can only be fixed by his arrival on New Vulcan. Make sure he’s not contagious.”
“What’s he got that I can’t fix?” McCoy’s irritation was genuine this time, as he was more than competent in his chosen field. Spock settled himself on the biobed with great focus, but didn’t seemed inclined to speak after he was up there.
“Spock, the Doctor asked you a question.”
“It is not something I will speak of. It is Stonn who is affected, not I, so it is not my place.” McCoy stopped his scanning the throw his hands up in disbelief and irritation. He turned to Jim with an expectant look, but it was clear that Jim’s words were not what he was expecting.
“Fine. It’s fine. Don’t talk of it, just make sure Bones is satisfied with your condition before leaving sickbay. Disobey me on this, Spock, and I’ll make you explain it to Starfleet High Command. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Bones, you’ll let me know?” Jim only glanced at Bones, but it was clear they understood each other. Bones would be thorough, and call Jim with answers when it was all over. Together, they’d figure out if Spock was really fine and what this was all about. McCoy nodded, and Jim left.
Once back in his quarters, Jim pulled out the disk he’d made and slipped it into a padd. He forwarded through it until he saw Stonn enter the observation deck to wait for Spock. Stonn stared out at the stars, hands at his side. Spock entered five minutes later, exactly. That time span told Jim that Stonn had planned on arriving early, to prepare for this encounter. Spock walked up beside him before speaking. Modern Vulcan, and at a conversational speed so Jim’s UT worked perfectly.
“Stonn, I have come as you requested.” Spock was beyond calm and unemotional, living stone, making Jim realize just how relaxed Spock was around humans.
“T’Pring is dead.”
“I am aware.”
“Wondered if you were, being as weak as you are.” If that was a sample of the regard Stonn held for Spock, Jim could see why Spock didn’t want to encounter him.
“If that has satisfied your enquiry, I will take my leave.” Politely having done his social duty, Spock was now ready to leave.
“T’Lak was also destroyed with Vulcan.”
“I greive for thee.” Traditional words that Jim had heard often since Vulcan was destroyed.
“You did not offer me such words when T’Pring died.”
“I was unaware I should.” Spock’s eyebrow had twitched on his reflection in the window, but his voice remained free of curiosity.
“Merely a confirmation of your weaknesses, your humanity.” Probably the kind of insults Spock was used to receiving from Stonn, so it didn’t even deserve an eyebrow.
“Elucidate.”
“T’Pring and I planned on being married. She told me that if you did not burn by the end of the year, she would sever the childbond.”
“What of T’Lak?”
“I was willing to give her up for T’Pring, but kept the link for the possibility of an early burning.”
“Logical.” Spock said the word, and Jim wasn’t sure what they were on about, but he felt it was as cruel as it was logical. Jim found he was starting to dislike Stonn.
“But they are dead.” Jim wouldn’t have known how to respond to Stonn’s statement, but Spock found an answer.
“What is, is.” Kaiidth, another Vulcan phrase bandied about since the destruction.
“Do you know why we are recalled to New Vulcan?”
“Yes.” Stonn chose not to hear Spock’s reply, continuing as if Spock hadn’t made one.
“They want to do a visual count to confirm the numbers. Then our genetic codes will be examined, so that we might produce offspring with the most genetic variation.”
Stonn paused, but Spock didn’t speak. Perhaps it was because Stonn had ignored his last statement, so offering another would be illogical.
“63 percent of the remaining Vulcans are male, and you know what fate awaits the unbonded.”
“Your argument is flawed.” Spock’s response came so quickly, Jim thought Spock was getting defensive, though he had no idea about what. “Most Vulcans survived because they were off world at the time. They have a greater understanding of other cultures and individuals, so they might, potentially, find a mate amongst another species.”
“Not all of us are perverted enough to reproduce with a lesser species.”
“Nor are all of us as myopic speciests.” Jim couldn’t help but grin at the polite, underhanded Vulcan method of insulting people.
“Most of our mind healers and priests resided outside of the range of current technology. The Masters could not be saved, so those who studied under them are being asked to fill their void.”
“A logical method of preserving what we can.”
“Interesting that you should agree, as I have decided on a position for you.” Stonn paused as if he planned on making Spock ask. Jim started rooting for Spock to not ask, to outsmart this guy that Jim couldn’t say he cared for. Spock stared out at the stars warping by and did not seem inclined to answer, until Stonn spoke again. “My elder brother has two children of his own, so it is statistically unlikely my genetic code will be required. Even if you are not as sterile as a Terran mule, you will not factor into the future of my species.”
Stonn paused again, and Jim felt his nails digging into his palms. Was this guy, whom Jim really hated right now, proposing to Spock in the same breath he was insulting him with? If Spock was going to be in a non-reproductive relationship, Jim had a far better candidate in mind than Stonn! Spock simply held his peace, as if the view warped away his curiosity and anger.
“Potentially sterile, strong psi rating despite handicap, physically weak, and yet strong enough to suffice.” Stonn had turned to look at Spock at last, as if hoping for a reaction. “I would have you for my time priestess.”
Spock stiffened, even as he turned his head to stare at Stonn. Spock tried to remain impassive, but Jim swore he could see disgust in Spock’s eyes. When Spock replied, his voice was steady and made Jim think he’d imagined the emotions. “The Priestesses of the Time were honorable members of society, with many years of training to withstand multiple temporary links. I am honored by this appreciation in my psi abilities, but do not feel I could adequately serve in this post.”
“Spock, I believe you have misunderstood.” The voice Stonn said this in was the condescending, arrogant voice many humans believed all Vulcans had. Jim had never heard Spock use that voice, and the idea of someone using it on Spock was blasphemous! “It is not your mind we need. Nor do I require your approval.”
Spock stepped back, but Stonn’s sudden backhand caught him on the side of his head, on his left ear. Staggering a little, Spock was easily grabbed by Stonn and forced up against the window. “I find I have no qualms about treating you roughly, your long term condition not being my concern. Isn’t there a human quote about beating a rented mule, Sayerak?”
Jim couldn’t take his eyes off them as Stonn leaned down and bit Spock’s neck Then Spock got a leg free and Jim was running across the room, yelling.
“Asshole, get your fucking hands off m…”
There were several things Jim could have been about to say when Spock nerve pinched Stonn. My friend, my first officer, my science officer, my Vulcan, but he was afraid he’d been about to say my Spock. That spoke of ownership and reciprocation, things that Jim didn’t have. But what would he have said if he went in there knowing what had just happened? It sounded like Stonn wanted Spock to join a convent or something (which would take Spock off the Enterprise and could not be allowed to happen) and have sex with him! Spock was not becoming a religious hooker on Kirk’s watch, that’s for damn sure!
The beeping of the comm. distracted Jim. McCoy reporting that he’d let Spock leave, and Jim said he’d be down in a minute. Maybe two humans could figure this crap out. Or three. Returning to his comm., Jim called Uhura. She responded promptly, but only audibly as if she didn’t want him to see into her room.
“Yes, Captain?”
“Sorry to bother you, but I heard a Vulcan word and I was wondering if you knew what it meant.”
“Your UT didn’t get it?” Suspicion in her voice, as if she thought he might be calling under a pretext to check up on her.
“No, but you’re better than the UT.” True enough, but he put it in a playful tone.
“Flatterer. What’s the word?”
“Sayerak.” There was a pause, where Jim entertained the notion of Vulcan’s having cuss words.
“Are you sure that’s how it sounded?” Uhura was puzzled, which meant she’d remember this conversation. Jim had been hoping to avoid that, just to save Spock any potential embarrassment.
“Sayerak, that’s the best I can do.”
“Sa is an gender noun for males and a yerak is a bowl. You must have heard wrong, because Vulcan bowls don’t have genders.”
“Ok, if I hear it again, I’ll let you know. Thanks, Uhura, goodnight.”
“Night.” She signed off and Jim left for sickbay once again. Why would Stonn call Spock a bowl? Why would Stonn insult Spock so openly, tell him he was stealing T’Pring from Spock, and then try and fuck him? Like Spock was little more than a receptacle for Stonn’s lust, a bowl for male juices, a cum bucket. Jim absorbed that thought, unaware of his surroundings until the lift door beeped at him. Realizing he was holding the door open, Jim stepped out and walked to sickbay. He needed Bones’ input before sharing this bit of guesswork. Bones was seated in his office, with two glasses and a bottle at the ready. He pored as Jim sat down.
“Spock’s got a slight temperature, but he assures me it’s a byproduct of speeding up his metabolism to keep warm on the ship. The love bite was infected, but with common mouth germs and nothing I couldn’t fix. The ear was sore, but not as bad as I made it out to be trying to get him to let me treat him. Unless he’s lying and hiding symptoms from me, which is possible with his Vulcan voodoo, Spock is healthy. So what the fuck was that about?”
“I’m not entirely sure. Try and bring up the security footage of the observation deck, a half hour before he showed up here.” Jim leaned back in his chair and sipped his drink, while McCoy messed around on his computer. Jim was refilling his glass when Bones slapped the side of his monitor.
“After getting the royal runaround about permission and authorization, the footage is missing. The computer wants to know if I want to report the error to the First Officer. Am I right in thinking that would be pointless?”
“Yeah, that’s why I saved a copy before coming down here earlier.” Bones offered him a quick salute with his bourbon glass, which Jim accepted graciously. “This Stonn guy was going on about how he was leaving his girl to get with Spock’s, I think. But both women died on Vulcan, so now he wants Spock to service him.”
“Wait, by service, you don’t mean a tune up on his aircar, do you?”
“Stonn’s under the impression he deserves to be serviced by someone, as will a lot of other Vulcan males. Spock told him to look outside the species, which is probably as close as Spock could get to go fuck yourself.” Bones grinned, appreciating Spock despite their differences. “Spock started to back away, got the hit on the ear that made him easy prey for the pure Vulcan strength of Stonn. I intervened shortly after and dragged you into this.”
“If he was assaulted, why did he claim Stonn was ill? It’s not like Spock to lie when he could have simply chosen to not press charges.” Bones had a point there, and Jim thought about it. He’d believed Spock about the illness, not even thinking it might have been an avoidance of the truth. But then, the other Vulcans had seemed to back him up. What had they said to each other that he couldn’t understand?
“Spock believes Stonn is sick. They have a history, and this guy was insulting and cruel to Spock. I don’t see any logical reason for Spock to lie about Stonn’s condition.”
“Well, if you can’t get any answers from him, send him down here for a checkup every day until we reach New Vulcan.”
“Ok, but you don’t have any idea of illnesses that would cause Vulcan’s to act like jerks?”
“Sorry Jim, there’s no cure for being an asshole.”
“Get to work on that.”
McCoy rolled his eyes, but Jim refilled their glasses. They started talking of other subjects, but Jim’s main thoughts were on Spock’s secrets.
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Chapter 2
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 1/4
Fandom: Star Trek; 2009
Characters/Pairing: Stonn/Spock, Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH Angst! Bastard Vulcans, Pining Jim
Summary: Stonn has been thinking. Jim refutes his argument.
Disclaimer: All monies made will be converted to intergalactic space credits, since gold pressed bars of platinum are a nuisance to carry in zero-g.
Author's Notes:
“Message from Starfleet Command, Captain.” Uhura’s voice was professional and clear through the channel, which was a form of progress to Jim. She didn’t officially hate him anymore!
“Thank you, Lieutenant, please send it here.” McCoy rolled his eyes, but got the hint and stood. He’d already sat around and talked to Jim a half hour after the rest of the officers had left the meeting for their official duties. An almost salute with two fingers and McCoy exited the conference room just as Jim’s screen came to life. “Admiral Pike, what can we do for you?”
“I’m sending you some new coordinates and names. More Vulcans to bring to the new colony and I called to tell you this so you wouldn’t call me to complain. I know you were told five years of deep space exploration, not working as a taxi, but be an adult. From what I hear, things are tough all over.”
“Damn it, Chris!” Jim sighed, but couldn’t get as irritated as he wanted. Chris was right and the Enterprise would go where she was needed. But he couldn’t just give in, so he rolled his eyes and offered an irrelevant comment to make Pike regret his decision. “As much trouble as I’m getting from Spock’s relatives, I should at least get apology sex out of him.”
Pike’s reaction was real shock, but before Jim could really enjoy it a figure in grey moved into view. Even as the man leaned down to be in the picture, Jim felt his own face surpass Chris’ in panic.
“Captain Kirk, what is it you seek to get out of my son?” Ambassador Sarek looked perfectly calm, collected and unaware of what Kirk had just said, the perfect Vulcan mask in place. He seemed content to wait out Jim’s answer, even though Jim’s blank mind had to be obvious in the way his jaw was opening and closing without forming words. An embarrassed Chris put his face in his hand, and the motion proved to be enough to jumpstart Jim’s brain, just a little.
“I’m sorry, ambassador, just a terrible joke. Inappropriate brain droppings of twisted human mind! It’s more of a statement on the traditional problems between in-laws and how they don’t get along with the new spouse or whatever. Not whatever, because if I had any designs on your son I assure you I’d do everything legally and honorable…” Jim could have rattled on a bit more about how a handsome man like Spock would inspire lust in the most calm of individuals, but Chris move his left hand to join the right. Jim knew the gesture and recognized the double facepalm as Chris’s way of begging him to shut up. Jim was suddenly really glad he hadn’t gotten to the point where he told Sarek just how great Spock’s ass looked when he was bent over the scanner. “Right. Bad joke, I didn’t mean anything by it. I apologize.”
“In that case Captain, allow me to speak. I wished for this opportunity to tell you just how valuable your contribution has been to the establishment of New Vulcan. Most of our warp capable ships were destroyed during the attack and we do not have the resources to conduct this census on our own. The Federation’s assistance has been invaluable.” Here Sarek paused to nod at Pike, who tried to acknowledge the look without turning funny colors. Chris did manage a funny puce color, but Jim felt all the color drain out of his face when Sarek looked back at him.
“I trust knowing Spock’s relatives will not change your intentions toward him.” Sarek let Jim’s color refill his face until he was a puce colored as Pike before speaking again. “We must terminate this call, as the conference will resume in twenty seven seconds, and delegates are returning.”
As the screen went dark, Jim caught Pike’s look. As soon as whatever conference he was at was over, Pike was going to have a long talk with Jim. Or ‘at’ Jim, and Jim would sit there and take it. Stretching as he walked, Jim returned to the bridge. He had a change of coordinates to talk Sulu into inputting. Everybody else was just as desperate for some real adventure, but he doubted a single one of them would have said such a thing! Not even Chekov!
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Commands given, ship headed to pick up their latest group of passengers and Jim turned to his favorite thing to do when nothing was going on. If he angled his chair just right, he could pretend to be deeply engrossed in the star field and deep thoughts. Instead he was watching Spock’s reflection in the viewscreen. His favorite view, it kept his interest no matter how boring the day! If he hadn’t have been studying it regularly for eight months now, he might not have noticed the way Spock suddenly stiffened. A casual slide out of his chair, strolling around the bridge to stretch his legs, just happened to lead him over to Spock. From the ramrod stiff posture and completely Vulcan face, Jim knew Spock had seen something he didn’t like. Leaning on the console, Jim was totally professional when he spoke.
“What’s got your interest, Mr. Spock?”
“I was going over the passenger list, to see if any special accommodations were required.” Some of Spock’s duties as First Officer, but all he seemed willing to say. Which in itself was more telling than Spock was aware of.
“Will they need anything?”
“No, sir.” And again, all Spock wanted to say. Jim rearranged himself to look at Spock’s screens.
“Anybody we know?” Six males from a Vulcan engineering firm, four of them with names beginning with S. Vulcans must be born with a special gene that helped them make up and remember names beginning with S, Jim decided. Spock was looking at Jim with a confused expression.
“I know one of the individuals, but I do not know if you are acquainted with any of them. In a universe with this many individuals, it would be illogical of me to assume you were acquainted with any particular person.” Jim shrugged and smiled as he answered softly.
“Yeah, but it told me that you know one of these guys, and don’t like him very much.”
“Vulcans do not allow likes or dislikes to influence their interactions.”
“I beg your pardon. Which of these individuals is detrimental to enhancing your calm?” Jim’s irreverence did nothing to enhance Spock’s calm, flying as it did in the face of his logic. It confused Spock, more than he’d ever admit and he’d answer just to make it stop.
“Stonn is a year younger than I, and we often encountered each other growing up.” Spock’s tone held a finality that ended the discussion. For now, Jim amended to himself.
“Well, make him comfortable and we’ll dump him on New Vulcan asap.” A pat on the back and Jim went back to his chair. Spock was not particularly talkative about his childhood, but Jim knew it hadn’t been easy. How many Vulcans had ‘engaging in physical altercations’ on their permanent scholastic records that future employers, like Starfleet, might get to read? Now Jim sat in his chair, ogled Spock and thought of ways to make sure Spock didn’t encounter Stonn.
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By greeting the Vulcans himself, the captain being a more prestigious person than first officer, Jim made a good start in keeping Stonn away from Spock. He escorted the Vulcans to their quarters, showed them the mess hall and offered the tour. By calling it the dime tour, Jim successfully confused the Vulcans into not wondering where Spock might be. They declined the tour but demanded an explanation of the phrase.
The history lesson on monetary units of Earth covered the walk to their quarters. Jim left them with the explanation of ‘an event worth more than a nickel but not quite a quarter’ and went to clean his cabin. Spock had agreed to a chess game and as part of his plan to keep Spock away from Stonn, Jim had decided that tonight the rec room would be too loud. Even if he had to fake a headache, they’d play chess in his room.
Yeoman Rand cleaned up after him, but Jim wanted to do a bit of reorganizing and sorting. Spock had never been here before and Jim didn’t want the place to offend his Vulcan sensibilities. Vulcans liked things neat and orderly, sparse even. That’s all it was, nothing to do with the thoughts Jim didn’t let himself dwell on. Delicious thoughts of bodies entwined, golden curves mixed with dark angles, thoughts that couldn’t be thought, should an accidental brush with a touch telepath give them away. Jim Kirk was certainly not trying to impress Spock with an orderly room or anything.
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Spock was late. Spock was never late without a damn good reason, and Spock was late. If Spock wasn’t going to be early, he’d call Jim and tell him. Now, nine minutes after Spock was supposed to arrive at Jim’s quarters, Jim was pacing. He was trying to convince himself it wasn’t a big deal, not much could have happened to Spock, on the ship, and in Federation controlled space. But damned if he wasn’t calling as soon as his chronometer said Spock was ten minutes late!
When Spock didn’t answer the page after a solid minute, Jim had the computer locate him. Not sure why Spock would be in on the observation lounge, Jim still headed that way, almost jogging. The door opened before him, and even after his eyes adjusted Jim couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A large body was shoving Spock against the viewport, his head buried on the crook of Spock’s neck. Jim froze, unsure what sort of passion he was witnessing. Spock helped him decide, by getting a leg free, bending the knee and driving his heel into the small of the other man’s back! Jim ran to his friend, shouting at them even as he wondered just how much stronger full Vulcans were than Spock. The man turned to Kirk and raised a hand to punch him. Jim was just enough of a distraction to allow Spock to step up and nerve pinch the man. He crumpled and Jim managed to stop his forward rush, but he had to see.
“Computer, lights to full!” Full might have been a mistake, as even Spock blinked a couple of times against the assault of light. The trickle of blood on the right side of Spock’s neck caused a few more blinks, as Jim fought down the desire to kill the unconscious man. Command mode was the only thing that would keep that desire from showing in his voice, so Jim latched onto it. “Report, Mister!”
“It is of no concern to Starfleet, Captain.” Spock straightened into his normal posture and put his hands behind his back. A mistake, as the motion broke the clot beginning to form on his bite wound.
“Anything that makes my crew bleed is my concern. From there, I’ll decide if Starfleet needs to hear about it.”
“Stonn asked me to meet him here, and I saw no reason to refuse. A few moments ago, I discovered he is becoming ill.”
Jim repeated those two little, insignificant words so slowly that Spock swallowed and shifted his eyes away from directly looking at Jim. “Becoming ill.”
“He is not sufficiently ill to require the services of Dr. McCoy, nor do I think the doctor could do much for him. Stonn will be cured on New Vulcan.”
“Will his condition worsen before we get there?”
“I do not have enough data to make that determination.”
“And how many of my crewmembers will he attack in the next four and half days?”
“None, Captain.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t believe that.”
“This was a continuation of our childhood grievance and only his physical state caused it to become violent.” Spock might as well have held up a sign that said he was done talking. Normally Jim respected Spock’s reserved nature and need for privacy, but this wasn’t normal. Plus Jim really hated the way Spock seemed to be counting the hairs in his eyebrows, rather than look him in the eye.
“What disease? Is it contagious, do I have to quarantine him? What about the other Vulcans on board?” Jim’s words brought Spock down to meet his eyes, Spock accepting he wouldn’t get out of this so easy.
“Captain, the other Vulcans will watch Stonn if I make them aware of his condition. Under their watch, Stonn will not present further problems.” Spock was holding up his sign again, and Jim sighed. “It would not be diplomatically prudent to force a physical on Stonn when I have told you his condition is not contiguous.”
“Fine. Get the other Vulcans to fetch him and promise to watch him. Then, diplomatic prudence be hanged, you’re going to sick bay.” Jim had a sign of his own, one that read ‘don’t push me on this mister,’ and he was waving it now. “I might not be able to check on his condition, but I can check yours whenever I want.”
“Understood, Captain. Perhaps you should request for the others to join us, so I may monitor Stonn’s condition.” Spock’s way of saying he had a better chance of stopping Stonn then Jim did, and Jim could appreciate the logic of that. With a nod, he went to the nearest comm. unit and called the others. The comm. unit in the corridor, which is why Spock didn’t hear Jim page him. Observation was supposed to be tranquil, a spot to meditate in the human way. Not where captains fought men off their crushes!
With all five Vulcans responding, Jim went in to stand with Spock. They didn’t speak, just waited. Stonn was waking, moaning at their feet when the others arrived. Spock spoke to them in ancient Vulcan, words too quick for the universal translator to catch. One of them stepped forward and spoke to Jim just before he stared demanding answers.
“Captain, we did not realize Stonn’s condition was at such a stage. We will take responsibility for him.”
“Very logical of you. Let me know if you need anything.” Jim tried to be diplomatic, but he knew it sounded sarcastic. It might have been just a little sarcastic, but thanks were illogical, so this was him being culturally sensitive. “Mister Spock, I gave you an order.”
“Understood, Sir.” Spock walked off and almost made it to the door, but Stonn had to have a parting shot.
“Sayerak.” Everyone froze except Spock, who marched out the door as if he hadn’t heard. Jim knew he had, and Jim now had one more thing to ask Spock about. Jim restrained his curiosity and anger, escorting Stonn back to his room. Jim forgot about his restraint, turned and ran to turbolift the second the Vulcans were stowed away. He got in the turbolift, and changed his mind about his destination. Spock was the smartest person Jim had ever met, and the most private.
Jim raced to his quarters and pulled up the video footage of the observation lounge for the last hour. Putting his copy on a disk meant Spock couldn’t delete it without coming to Jim in person. Locking this disk in his safe, Jim calmly walked down to sickbay. As the doors opened to admit him, Jim heard the dulcet tones of his CMO attempting to reasonably convince someone to let him do a full medical examination.
“If you don’t hop back up on that table now, I’ll never fix it! You’ll be roboting your way through life with a love bite on your neck and your ear sticking out. I think you’re hiding the truth from me, ‘cause you can’t lie or some such bull, but it don’t matter what Jim said. You won’t be released until I say so, me being the freaking CMO!”
“Spock, quit lying to Bones! Suck it up and take the physical.” Jim’s words caused Spock to stiffen, but McCoy didn’t look away from his reluctant patient to reply.
“Maybe I should get you too, Jim, while you’re in such an accommodating mood.”
“Cute. Spock says one of his Vulcan acquaintances is sick, with something that can only be fixed by his arrival on New Vulcan. Make sure he’s not contagious.”
“What’s he got that I can’t fix?” McCoy’s irritation was genuine this time, as he was more than competent in his chosen field. Spock settled himself on the biobed with great focus, but didn’t seemed inclined to speak after he was up there.
“Spock, the Doctor asked you a question.”
“It is not something I will speak of. It is Stonn who is affected, not I, so it is not my place.” McCoy stopped his scanning the throw his hands up in disbelief and irritation. He turned to Jim with an expectant look, but it was clear that Jim’s words were not what he was expecting.
“Fine. It’s fine. Don’t talk of it, just make sure Bones is satisfied with your condition before leaving sickbay. Disobey me on this, Spock, and I’ll make you explain it to Starfleet High Command. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Bones, you’ll let me know?” Jim only glanced at Bones, but it was clear they understood each other. Bones would be thorough, and call Jim with answers when it was all over. Together, they’d figure out if Spock was really fine and what this was all about. McCoy nodded, and Jim left.
Once back in his quarters, Jim pulled out the disk he’d made and slipped it into a padd. He forwarded through it until he saw Stonn enter the observation deck to wait for Spock. Stonn stared out at the stars, hands at his side. Spock entered five minutes later, exactly. That time span told Jim that Stonn had planned on arriving early, to prepare for this encounter. Spock walked up beside him before speaking. Modern Vulcan, and at a conversational speed so Jim’s UT worked perfectly.
“Stonn, I have come as you requested.” Spock was beyond calm and unemotional, living stone, making Jim realize just how relaxed Spock was around humans.
“T’Pring is dead.”
“I am aware.”
“Wondered if you were, being as weak as you are.” If that was a sample of the regard Stonn held for Spock, Jim could see why Spock didn’t want to encounter him.
“If that has satisfied your enquiry, I will take my leave.” Politely having done his social duty, Spock was now ready to leave.
“T’Lak was also destroyed with Vulcan.”
“I greive for thee.” Traditional words that Jim had heard often since Vulcan was destroyed.
“You did not offer me such words when T’Pring died.”
“I was unaware I should.” Spock’s eyebrow had twitched on his reflection in the window, but his voice remained free of curiosity.
“Merely a confirmation of your weaknesses, your humanity.” Probably the kind of insults Spock was used to receiving from Stonn, so it didn’t even deserve an eyebrow.
“Elucidate.”
“T’Pring and I planned on being married. She told me that if you did not burn by the end of the year, she would sever the childbond.”
“What of T’Lak?”
“I was willing to give her up for T’Pring, but kept the link for the possibility of an early burning.”
“Logical.” Spock said the word, and Jim wasn’t sure what they were on about, but he felt it was as cruel as it was logical. Jim found he was starting to dislike Stonn.
“But they are dead.” Jim wouldn’t have known how to respond to Stonn’s statement, but Spock found an answer.
“What is, is.” Kaiidth, another Vulcan phrase bandied about since the destruction.
“Do you know why we are recalled to New Vulcan?”
“Yes.” Stonn chose not to hear Spock’s reply, continuing as if Spock hadn’t made one.
“They want to do a visual count to confirm the numbers. Then our genetic codes will be examined, so that we might produce offspring with the most genetic variation.”
Stonn paused, but Spock didn’t speak. Perhaps it was because Stonn had ignored his last statement, so offering another would be illogical.
“63 percent of the remaining Vulcans are male, and you know what fate awaits the unbonded.”
“Your argument is flawed.” Spock’s response came so quickly, Jim thought Spock was getting defensive, though he had no idea about what. “Most Vulcans survived because they were off world at the time. They have a greater understanding of other cultures and individuals, so they might, potentially, find a mate amongst another species.”
“Not all of us are perverted enough to reproduce with a lesser species.”
“Nor are all of us as myopic speciests.” Jim couldn’t help but grin at the polite, underhanded Vulcan method of insulting people.
“Most of our mind healers and priests resided outside of the range of current technology. The Masters could not be saved, so those who studied under them are being asked to fill their void.”
“A logical method of preserving what we can.”
“Interesting that you should agree, as I have decided on a position for you.” Stonn paused as if he planned on making Spock ask. Jim started rooting for Spock to not ask, to outsmart this guy that Jim couldn’t say he cared for. Spock stared out at the stars warping by and did not seem inclined to answer, until Stonn spoke again. “My elder brother has two children of his own, so it is statistically unlikely my genetic code will be required. Even if you are not as sterile as a Terran mule, you will not factor into the future of my species.”
Stonn paused again, and Jim felt his nails digging into his palms. Was this guy, whom Jim really hated right now, proposing to Spock in the same breath he was insulting him with? If Spock was going to be in a non-reproductive relationship, Jim had a far better candidate in mind than Stonn! Spock simply held his peace, as if the view warped away his curiosity and anger.
“Potentially sterile, strong psi rating despite handicap, physically weak, and yet strong enough to suffice.” Stonn had turned to look at Spock at last, as if hoping for a reaction. “I would have you for my time priestess.”
Spock stiffened, even as he turned his head to stare at Stonn. Spock tried to remain impassive, but Jim swore he could see disgust in Spock’s eyes. When Spock replied, his voice was steady and made Jim think he’d imagined the emotions. “The Priestesses of the Time were honorable members of society, with many years of training to withstand multiple temporary links. I am honored by this appreciation in my psi abilities, but do not feel I could adequately serve in this post.”
“Spock, I believe you have misunderstood.” The voice Stonn said this in was the condescending, arrogant voice many humans believed all Vulcans had. Jim had never heard Spock use that voice, and the idea of someone using it on Spock was blasphemous! “It is not your mind we need. Nor do I require your approval.”
Spock stepped back, but Stonn’s sudden backhand caught him on the side of his head, on his left ear. Staggering a little, Spock was easily grabbed by Stonn and forced up against the window. “I find I have no qualms about treating you roughly, your long term condition not being my concern. Isn’t there a human quote about beating a rented mule, Sayerak?”
Jim couldn’t take his eyes off them as Stonn leaned down and bit Spock’s neck Then Spock got a leg free and Jim was running across the room, yelling.
“Asshole, get your fucking hands off m…”
There were several things Jim could have been about to say when Spock nerve pinched Stonn. My friend, my first officer, my science officer, my Vulcan, but he was afraid he’d been about to say my Spock. That spoke of ownership and reciprocation, things that Jim didn’t have. But what would he have said if he went in there knowing what had just happened? It sounded like Stonn wanted Spock to join a convent or something (which would take Spock off the Enterprise and could not be allowed to happen) and have sex with him! Spock was not becoming a religious hooker on Kirk’s watch, that’s for damn sure!
The beeping of the comm. distracted Jim. McCoy reporting that he’d let Spock leave, and Jim said he’d be down in a minute. Maybe two humans could figure this crap out. Or three. Returning to his comm., Jim called Uhura. She responded promptly, but only audibly as if she didn’t want him to see into her room.
“Yes, Captain?”
“Sorry to bother you, but I heard a Vulcan word and I was wondering if you knew what it meant.”
“Your UT didn’t get it?” Suspicion in her voice, as if she thought he might be calling under a pretext to check up on her.
“No, but you’re better than the UT.” True enough, but he put it in a playful tone.
“Flatterer. What’s the word?”
“Sayerak.” There was a pause, where Jim entertained the notion of Vulcan’s having cuss words.
“Are you sure that’s how it sounded?” Uhura was puzzled, which meant she’d remember this conversation. Jim had been hoping to avoid that, just to save Spock any potential embarrassment.
“Sayerak, that’s the best I can do.”
“Sa is an gender noun for males and a yerak is a bowl. You must have heard wrong, because Vulcan bowls don’t have genders.”
“Ok, if I hear it again, I’ll let you know. Thanks, Uhura, goodnight.”
“Night.” She signed off and Jim left for sickbay once again. Why would Stonn call Spock a bowl? Why would Stonn insult Spock so openly, tell him he was stealing T’Pring from Spock, and then try and fuck him? Like Spock was little more than a receptacle for Stonn’s lust, a bowl for male juices, a cum bucket. Jim absorbed that thought, unaware of his surroundings until the lift door beeped at him. Realizing he was holding the door open, Jim stepped out and walked to sickbay. He needed Bones’ input before sharing this bit of guesswork. Bones was seated in his office, with two glasses and a bottle at the ready. He pored as Jim sat down.
“Spock’s got a slight temperature, but he assures me it’s a byproduct of speeding up his metabolism to keep warm on the ship. The love bite was infected, but with common mouth germs and nothing I couldn’t fix. The ear was sore, but not as bad as I made it out to be trying to get him to let me treat him. Unless he’s lying and hiding symptoms from me, which is possible with his Vulcan voodoo, Spock is healthy. So what the fuck was that about?”
“I’m not entirely sure. Try and bring up the security footage of the observation deck, a half hour before he showed up here.” Jim leaned back in his chair and sipped his drink, while McCoy messed around on his computer. Jim was refilling his glass when Bones slapped the side of his monitor.
“After getting the royal runaround about permission and authorization, the footage is missing. The computer wants to know if I want to report the error to the First Officer. Am I right in thinking that would be pointless?”
“Yeah, that’s why I saved a copy before coming down here earlier.” Bones offered him a quick salute with his bourbon glass, which Jim accepted graciously. “This Stonn guy was going on about how he was leaving his girl to get with Spock’s, I think. But both women died on Vulcan, so now he wants Spock to service him.”
“Wait, by service, you don’t mean a tune up on his aircar, do you?”
“Stonn’s under the impression he deserves to be serviced by someone, as will a lot of other Vulcan males. Spock told him to look outside the species, which is probably as close as Spock could get to go fuck yourself.” Bones grinned, appreciating Spock despite their differences. “Spock started to back away, got the hit on the ear that made him easy prey for the pure Vulcan strength of Stonn. I intervened shortly after and dragged you into this.”
“If he was assaulted, why did he claim Stonn was ill? It’s not like Spock to lie when he could have simply chosen to not press charges.” Bones had a point there, and Jim thought about it. He’d believed Spock about the illness, not even thinking it might have been an avoidance of the truth. But then, the other Vulcans had seemed to back him up. What had they said to each other that he couldn’t understand?
“Spock believes Stonn is sick. They have a history, and this guy was insulting and cruel to Spock. I don’t see any logical reason for Spock to lie about Stonn’s condition.”
“Well, if you can’t get any answers from him, send him down here for a checkup every day until we reach New Vulcan.”
“Ok, but you don’t have any idea of illnesses that would cause Vulcan’s to act like jerks?”
“Sorry Jim, there’s no cure for being an asshole.”
“Get to work on that.”
McCoy rolled his eyes, but Jim refilled their glasses. They started talking of other subjects, but Jim’s main thoughts were on Spock’s secrets.
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Chapter 2
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Date: 2011-04-25 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-25 10:16 am (UTC)The idea of the male Vulcans' problem and Stonn's involvment.
Great!
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Date: 2011-04-26 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-25 12:37 pm (UTC)poor Spock!
I hope they reach Vulcan like right now!
at least Stonn couldn't force a meld on Spock and claim him, because Spock's pon farr could trig too
AHHH
i want the next one!
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Date: 2011-04-26 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-25 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-25 03:49 pm (UTC)BTW I liked Jim's POV and speech, this rogue boyish captain image is fitting my idea of his early reboot career :-)
Hmm, what's “dime tour” please? My dictionary doesn't know the term. From the sentence, it sounds like some kind of informal phrase or something.
He escorted the Vulcans to their quarters, showed them the mess hall and offered the tour. By calling it the dime tour, Jim successfully confused the Vulcans into not wondering where Spock might be. They declined the tour and Jim went to his quarters to clean up.
Now, you confused me as well :-D
Interesting idea … I guess that the Vulcans will have to put up with multiple bonds and “priestess” due to lack of females. Still, your Stonn is such an asshole, I hope that Spock would kick him in the balls :-P
Glad to finally read something from you. Looking forward to more :-)
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Date: 2011-04-26 03:26 am (UTC)I think I got the idea of Pon Farr Priestess from a novelization of star trek 5, where Spock's brother was from a priestess Sarek was with before Amanda.
I've been meaning to get something else up, but life gets in the way.
Glad you liked!
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Date: 2011-04-26 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-26 11:31 pm (UTC)And I'm glad the story got your attention.