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Unity Divided
by Djinn
We wake. We are hungry and
look around for food. There are trays set by the door that lead
into the room. We do not know what the food is, nor do we care. We eat because
to die from starvation is illogical. We eat because we are fucking hungry. We
eat because we do not know if we will get another chance.
We pass the water bottle
around. There is only one, but it is large and full, and the water is refreshing.
We enjoy water, we wish it were something else, and we do not like our water this
cold.
We look at ourselves. Three
units. Dressed in different colors but the clothing is alike enough that it
seems we are a set. We are red and much of our life has been red splattered so
it is fitting. We are blue because for some science is represented by that
color. We are white for purity, but not because we are pure, but because it was
necessary for work we did.
What is our function now? That
idea teases at us—should we know? We look up as one to the light in the middle
of this room, to the rock walls, to the mattress in the corner. It is large enough
to hold us all. We know this because we woke up, huddled together, one being
with three forms.
"You are awake."
The sound echoes so loudly around the room we cover our ears. "We trust
you are unharmed."
"We are," we say
as one. We would know if part of us was injured.
"We do not have much
time. Your people are coming."
We do not understand. We
are one and there are no more than us.
"What is your name?"
We have no name. We look
one unit to another and our mouths form letters but no sound emerges.
"Which of you is Spock?"
We feel a resonance, that
name had meaning. But we do not raise our hands.
"La'an? Christine?"
Again we feel the pang of something old and remembered dimly.
Our hands stay in our laps.
"What is your designation?"
The voice is louder, the blue-dressed unit cringes in pain, and we all feel the
echo of that unit's distress.
In the distance, we hear
what sounds like explosions.
"Your assistance in this
was most appreciated. That is irony you will appreciate once you are yourselves
again since we more or less kidnapped you. Sorry about that and there won't be
any lasting damage. And you're helping progress science—two of you will care about
that. The other one will no doubt kick our ass if you knew what we looked like and
could track us down."
We do not understand. We
can sense the voice is amused but we do not understand why.
The sound fades, the room
grows dark, the light on the ceiling slowly turning to black. And then lightning
fills the room and we scream as it touches us.
We scream until everything
goes black.
##
Spock woke in sickbay. He
tried to sit up but heard the captain say, "Nope, nope, nope" as M'Benga
dosed him with a hypospray and then studied his readings on the bed.
"Where are they?" Spock
said, this time not trying to get up.
"If you mean La'an and Christine,
they're over there." Pike pointed to biobeds
behind Spock and frowned. "How much do you remember?"
"I remember being on the
planet with them. Then we were struck by an energy weapon. After that all
is..." He cannot remember anything concrete, but a memory he cannot seem
to grab hold of mentally teases him. "It was almost like a meld."
"We think it might have
been quite a bit like one," M'Benga said gently. "But one designed to
assimilate the three of you into one being—persona-wise."
"Yes." He can feel
it now, the sense of unity. "A collective of the three of us." He looked
down to make sure his uniform was on.
Pike patted him on the
shoulder gently. "You were all found fully clothed. I don't think anything
uhhh intimate happened." He frowned slightly. "Other
than, you know, becoming one person. That kind of defines intimate." He pulled
a chair over and sat. "How are you feeling?"
"They are human. You should
ask them."
"They're in a coma, Spock."
"I asked you how they
were. Why did you not say they were in a coma when I asked?" He felt anger
flood him and tried to get up again but realized whatever M'Benga had dosed him
with was making him very sleepy. "You drugged me?"
"Technically, the Doc
did. Your neurotransmitters and hormones are all out of whack, Spock. I, for
one, do not want to explain to T'Pring that I broke her fiancé. So just let the
Doc put you in a nice healing coma until things go back to normal."
"I could have meditated..."
The words barely came out a whisper.
"Couldn't take that
chance, buddy." Pike patted him again. "Just rest, okay?"
##
She is back on the Gorn planet. She is running and she can hear the thing
behind her, the click. Can feel her heart beating near out of her chest. She
screams and screams and then she is being held, a thin body, soft blonde hair covering
her eyes. "I've got you," Christine says. "I've got you."
She turns into her and
holds on tightly.
Then she hears the scream
of the Gorn—but it's the scream of a dying Gorn. She eases away from Christine long enough to see Spock
slicing down with a weapon she's never seen before.
She assesses the weapon.
It makes no sense to her. A curved blade on one end that looks like the fancy
mincers her mother used, a...rounded conical shape on
the other. It looks hard to cut with and out of balance and likely to cut the
user if their hand slides down after hitting with the cone end. But Spock seems
to know how to use it so she lets how lame a weapon it is go. He turns to her
and his eyes are angry. "This Gorn will not hurt
you."
She likes that idea, likes
it so much, and tries to melt into Christine, feels Spock come up to them and
wrap them both in his arms. So tightly. It should hurt but it feels right: it makes
her feel whole.
Blackness claims her but
she can still feel the other two near her.
##
Pike wanted to hide behind M'Benga
as T'Pring studied Spock. "So, yeah, he's sleeping."
"He was subjected to
some kind of meld with two other people, and you did not think that calling for
me would be prudent?"
She wasn't even supposed to
be here. She'd popped in to surprise Spock. Yeah, surprise! Fuck. He hated when
she stared at him in the way she was doing. It was worse than Una's glares.
"We have it under control.
T'Pring."
"He is in a coma. One he
did not initiate, if I understand what you have told me?"
"His physiological
condition is beginning to return to baseline. We do have this under
control." Joseph sounded very put out with her, way braver than Pike knew
he was being.
"Do you even know how to
wake a Vulcan in a healing coma? If that is indeed what he is in. Which I find
dubious."
Pike was sick of her tone. "If
you can fix him, be my guest." He tried to sound commanding but mainly he
was just worried about the three of them—and how Una was going to kill him if La'an was hurt.
Joseph put his hand out.
"Actually, I do not suggest that. Because we don't know what a meld might
do."
"You mean you do
not know. I am a professional." She sat in the chair next to Spock, put
her hands on his face, and began muttering about her mind to his. It was all
very Vulcan.
Then she abruptly pulled
away. "He is not in a healing coma."
"But he is
healing," Joseph said without even looking up from his scanner, finally
sounding sick of her tone.
"He is also not
alone." She got up and walked around to where Christine and La'an were lying. "These two are with him." Without
asking, she reached for Christine and melded before Pike could stop her. "He
is not here. And yet he is." She pulled away and then went to La'an and
did her too. "He has melded with her before. For a mission."
News to Pike. But things
often were. The downside of not being a micromanager.
T'Pring pulled away slowly.
"This one has significant emotional trauma."
"And she will challenge
you to a duel if you ever mention it."
"So
I gathered." She actually frowned. "Someone was experimenting on
them."
"Yes. They abandoned
them as soon as our shuttle got within range of where they were on the planet and
bombed open the entrance to their warehouse. Their method of travel
was...novel."
She walked to Spock and
studied him. "There is a resonance between them now."
"A bond?" Didn't
she have the bond with Spock? Was it broken now? Or a four-way thing? Christ,
he was going to have so many pissed-off people when everyone woke up.
"Not as such. I feel
that he and I are still...bonded. But, also..."
"Oh, no, you're not saying
what I think you're saying, are you?"
"Fortunately, they are
both quite attractive. I feel...protective over them."
Damn it all to hell. This was
going to require way more reports than he wanted to write. "T'Pring, do
you want to go into a healing coma? Maybe you can talk to them? Help them break
the connection?"
"That is a ridiculous
idea. But appealing." She was already lying down on the biobed next to Spock.
"Doctor, if you please?"
"This isn't a good
idea," Joseph said, but he filled the hypospray.
"I do not relish being
bound to three people, two of whom are humans. If I can break this, I will."
"Just don't break Christine
and La'an in the process." Pike nodded for Joseph to put her out. She was
asleep moments after the hypo touched her arm.
Then they settled in to wait.
##
T'Pring is in blackness
and only finds her way to the three by the strength of her bond with Spock. She
sits and meditates, bringing herself into the most peaceful state she can
muster, and as she does, light begins to glow, and she sees the three of them,
bundled together like a litter of le'matya cubs.
To her relief, she sees
this is not sexual. This is more elemental. Whoever did this to them was trying
to create some kind of hive-mind. And then abandoned them in this state.
Irresponsible in the extreme.
She can sense that the
dark-haired human was the catalyst for this group embrace. A dream of her trauma.
Trauma many—including many Vulcans—would not have survived. Or if they had,
would not have remained sane after. T'Pring touches Spock and Chapel, and moves
them gently away to tip the other woman's—La'an is the name she gets from them—face
up to look at her. It is not a meld in the traditional sense but it will have
to do.
"You are safe. You do
not need them."
"They are me, and we
are all."
"You do not need th—"
La'an takes Spock and Chapel
by the hand and kicks T'Pring so hard in the stomach that she flies away, into
the blackness.
Clearly, that was not a
winning approach.
She tries to swim to consciousness
to confer with M'Benga and Chris, but the drugs are keeping her under.
Very well, she will try
again. A new approach. Neither man were of any use
anyway.
##
"So, Doc, now we got
four unconscious people."
"Yes."
"And is anything happening?"
"Their levels are
stabilizing. Except T'Pring's. Cortisol and adrenaline are rising."
"Anger? Fear?"
"More like the
frustration of not being able to solve a challenging puzzle. Her dopamine is
also quite high so not all bad—maybe she likes puzzles." He sits back. "What
I don't understand is what is the use of this? Stealing people, making them
united—for what? Unnecessary stress on the people. This would never happen if
we were back in civilized space."
"Are you changing your
mind about our mission, Joseph?" Pike studied him. "Or just worried
what Rukiya might be facing out here?"
Joseph shrugged. "She is
non corporeal. These people pose no threat to her." He smiled and shook
his head. "But yes, this kind of thing still makes me worried about
her." He pointed at T'Pring. "She would no doubt have a field day
with how illogical it is."
"She just went into a
mental menage a trois after saying it was not a good
idea. I don't think she has any room to judge a caring father." He smiled
as gently as he could.
"You're right. But still
she probably would if I told her. So I won't."
##
T'Pring meditates until
the light comes back, illuminating the group. Chapel sits in front, staring at
her, but not appearing to see her. Or is she seeing something other than her?
She must proceed with
caution. This woman and she share regard for the same man. And now she is
linked to him as well—even if T'Pring has the greater bond and prior claim.
"May I sit?"
Chapel nods. And so do the
other two. Most unsettling.
"I wish to understand."
"We understand."
Chapel's voice sounds the same as it ever does. No enhanced vocals from the
other two.
"Are you Christine Chapel?"
"She is us."
"Who else is
you?"
"We are legion."
She lets her eyebrow rise.
"You appear to be just three."
"Three. Legion. Pick
one." This sounds so much like the real Chapel that T'Pring feels some
measure of progress.
"Let us settle on
three. Unless you wish to identify by name any other members of your collective
than you, the one called La'an, and the one called Spock."
"Those are sufficient
designations. They are we."
"What is the purpose
of your collective."
"To more efficiently
study the universe, coalescing experience and skillsets into one being." Chapel
looks surprised at her answer.
"Did you know that
before I asked."
"No," they all
answer.
"I see." She
waits to see if Chapel will also attempt violence against her but she just sits
thoughtfully, head cocked, as if assessing her—their—purpose.
Progress.
##
"You mean to tell me two
of my proteges were linked to Chapel and now you let T'Pring go in too?" Una
sounded beyond pissed and Pike again wished he was anywhere but sickbay.
"Didn't you have the
conn?"
"I gave it to Erica when
you didn't come back." She walked over to La'an and touched her forehead
gently, then glanced at Christine. "They both look so peaceful."
"So do T'Pring and Spock,"
Pike offered, trying to not piss her off even more.
"They're fucking Vulcan.
They always do." Since she got sprung from Starfleet jail, she was not
trying to temper her emotions the way she used to. Decades of acting like she
had no feelings coming out all at once. It was super fun.
Well, in bed it was. Any
other time, not so much. "Hon', please go back to the bridge. T'Pring has
this under control."
She glanced at the comatose
woman. "Sure she does."
Joseph got up and began to
scan each of the patients. "Their physiological state continues to improve.
I do not know if that is just how this wears off or if T'Pring is making
headway." He put a hand out before Una could say something sarcastic.
"I know you prefer a fast solution, but I am not sure there is one. So
long as they continue to progress, I'm content to leave them as they are. We
have been on one hard mission after another—they can use the rest, especially
when my scanner says it is more refreshing than any supplement
I could give them."
Una took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. "Fine." She poked a finger against Pike's sternum.
"You comm me if they get worse." Then she leaned down and kissed him.
"Jackass."
"Control freak."
She laughed and left.
At Joseph's look, he
shrugged. "Calling each other stupid names is something we've always done.
The kissing part is new."
"I'm glad. I mean about
the kissing. You could both use some happiness."
##
He watches the other
person, the one who has so many questions about who they are. She
looks...familiar.
Deep down he feels
something he identifies as desire.
And also guilt and fear.
"We are afraid of
you. Why?" he asks.
She looks surprised. It is
the first time she has shown emotion. "Afraid?" She glances at La'an.
"Are you afraid."
"The units that make
up us are afraid."
"But are you
specifically?"
It takes La'an a long time
to answer. "Not of you."
"Of the Gorn?"
For a moment, T'Pring thinks
La'an is no longer linked, for her look changes to one of raw terror while the
others' stay serene. "Forget the Gorn," she
says softly, before La'an can use violence against her again. She knows why the
woman reaches for it as a first solution and does not blame her but does not
want to have to restart this session again.
La'an's face slowly returns to serenity. T'Pring turns to Chapel.
"You are afraid of me?"
Chapel actually inches
closer to Spock. T'Pring feels something clench inside her.
"Are you two in love
and are you sorry?" She will never forget those words even if she has
tried to convince herself that because Spock was not the one to speak them,
they are meaningless.
"We love you." It
is still Chapel speaking.
"How many of you love
me?"
La'an moves closer to the
other two. "One unit of our collective loves you." She sounds far
more human, far less hive-minded.
"How many love La'an?"
"One unit does."
It is Chapel speaking. La'an smiles.
"How many love Spock?"
"Are they counting
you?" Spock lifts an eyebrow and it is him, the real him, talking to her
finally.
"No."
"One," Chapel says,
looking down.
Will she ask the last
question? It is the one she most wants answered. And the answer she most fears.
"How many love Chapel?"
"Two of the units,"
La'an says softly. Sparing her from having to hear it from the man she is
bonded to?
T'Pring reaches over and tilts
Spock's chin up, stops him from his study of his hands. "How many love Chapel?"
"Two. I am
sorry." He reaches out and touches her face. There is no additional
resonance from his touch. Not in this place of pseudo unity.
"Which of us do you
love more?"
"How does one quantify
love?" He frowns, and she does not berate him since he just asked how one
does it, not how they all would. It is progress if not the way she would choose.
"I do not have an answer."
"Which of us do you
want to spend a future with?"
"You," Chapel says,
and she sighs.
"That's not true. She
doesn't know that. If she did, she would be with me." La'an sounds very put
out.
T'Pring thinks she
understands why these three were pulled into a collective. They clearly have issues
that transcend the individual. Romantically, at any rate.
"Please don't ask him
in front of me. Please don't make him choose." Chapel's voice is soft and
alluring—how has T'Pring never noticed that. "I believe you are his first
and best destiny."
T'Pring moves closer to
her and see La'an tense. "I mean no harm," she says as she tilts Chapel's
face up, staring into her eyes, trying to read from her what this woman really
wants. "His relationship with you has enhanced his relationship with
me."
"That is the definition
of a friend."
"It is not." She
glances at La'an. "Is it?"
La'an considers before she
answers. "It could be. It does not have to be. Her friendship with Spock is
a detriment to my relationship with her."
"Exactly." She
eases away from Chapel. "Could you love me?"
"Hey, I had first
dibs." La'an seems fully herself again.
"T'Pring, please let
this lie." Spock also sounds himself. Afraid of what he might say or do
around her.
"Could you love me?"
she asks Chapel again.
"I don't know," Chapel
murmurs, then closes her eyes and clenches her fists and says, "I want to
wake up, I want to wake up, I want to wake up."
And then she is gone.
La'an follows her, seemingly
without effort.
T'Pring studies Spock. "It
is ironic two humans will wake before us."
"Indeed."
"Who do you love
more?"
"I do not know."
"Do you wish to be
free?"
"I do not know."
He sounds helpless—and in that helplessness is honesty.
He does not know if he cares
more for her or Chapel, but he does not necessarily want his freedom.
She can work with that. But
before she fights her way to consciousness, she leans in and kisses him. "You
do not love the one called La'an, but do you find her attractive?"
"T'Pring, what is the
point of this?"
"Query: Is La'an attractive
to you?"
"Response: Yes."
"You may wake up
whenever you are ready. Our union stands until we decide what to do with it.
Consider this, though, Spock. I can share. Can you?"
##
Pike was half dozing so he almost
missed T'Pring sliding off the biobed and heading for Christine. Something in
the way she was walking reminded him of a mountain lion. "Joseph!"
Christine was sitting up, so was
La'an. T'Pring grabbed Christine by the throat, muttering, "I could so
easily end this right now."
"Whoa, whoa, do you know
how much paperwork I have to do if you kill a civilian on my ship?" Then
he realized Christine had pulled a laser scalpel from the rolling tray and was
holding it to T'Pring's throat. "Chapel, the same applies for visiting
Vulcans. In fact, there may be more red tape."
They were totally ignoring
him. As per usual.
Fortunately, La'an moved in
and eased both of them away from each other's vulnerable bits. "No. Sit."
She pointed to her biobed for T'Pring, who walked to it meekly and sat, and
pushed Chapel back down on hers. "Stay."
Man, he wished he could command
respect like that. Only maybe it was more fear. He didn't really want to
engender that.
She turned to look at him. "Give
us the room."
"Uhh,
no."
She walked toward him,
slapping Spock on the arm a few times and saying "Wake up, chicken shit,
this is all your fault" until he finally opened his eyes. "Give. Us.
The. Room. Sir."
"Well, okay if you're
going to say it respectfully." He ran to Joseph's office and hit the privacy
button. "Can we listen in from here?"
"Do you really want to?
I have no idea what's going on with any of them. And now that they are awake
and"—he reached over to his terminal and checked the last biobed readings—"appear
to be in perfect physiological health, my work is done. Coffee?"
"Decaf." He took a
deep breath. Well, at least they were okay and themselves again. Whatever the
hell was going on in the other room.
They settled in to wait some
more.
##
Chapel held the laser scalpel
in one hand, rubbed her neck with the other, and glared at T'Pring. "Bitch."
"Tsssssst,"
La'an said, pointing one finger at her. What the hell
did that sound mean? But she shut up.
"Spock, pull up a chair."
La'an was already pulling one around to sit on one side
of Chapel and T'Pring.
Spock took his time but
finally pulled another one across from her, making them look like they were
ready to play bridge.
"Intriguing that you are
so clearly taking the lead. I see command in your future." T'Pring was watching
La'an with a look that Chapel realized made her
jealous.
La'an smiled back at her with
a look that made her even more so.
"Hey. Hey, I thought you
liked me."
"We all like everyone, or
sort of. That's the problem." La'an sat back. "I have the least to
lose or win here, so you guys might as well get started hashing out your issues."
"Spock has feelings for
her." T'Pring gestured to Chapel in a throwaway manner.
"I didn't mean for that to
happen."
"She did not. Nor did
I." Spock sounded so whipped Chapel wanted to bop him. "But it is
so." Wow, he was admitting it in front of T'Pring? Maybe she'd bop him later.
"I also have feelings
for another." T'Pring said into the silence.
La'an started to laugh. "Wow,
this as messy as those shows Erica makes me watch with her." She turned to
T'Pring. "Who is she?"
"He."
"Stonn,"
Spock said, sounding like a sulky boy.
"Yes." She leaned
back in her chair, seeming to let go of the elegant rigidity she always displayed.
Her eyes met Chapel's. "He is highly intelligent. He is thoughtful. And he
cares for me."
"Do you care for him though?"
she asked.
"I do. Not enough to disassociate
myself from Spock, however. Which may be how he feels about you."
Chapel turned to Spock.
"Is it?" She hated how needy she sounded. She didn't want this, to be
second-most-wanted again. She'd done that before.
He nodded slowly. "My
union with T'Pring is both logical and brings emotional fulfillment."
"Fuck me." She
looked down.
"The most logical thing
would be for you to let your feelings for Spock be what they are and no more
than that. To choose this woman"—T'Pring gestured to La'an with a very sensuous smile—"who cares for you and
is attractive and brave and highly intelligent."
"You
say the nicest things. And my God you're gorgeous."
"Thank you for noticing.
Logic does not override the desire to be appreciated."
"Oh, I'd appreciate
you."
Chapel whapped her on the
arm.
"What? It's not like
you're ever going to say yes to me. You're so hung up on dipshit, here."
T'Pring made a noise that
sounded suspiciously like a suppressed laugh.
Chapel folded her arms over
her chest, feeling totally outnumbered. "You said you weren't ready."
"That's because it was
obvious you liked him." La'an looked down. "Loved him, even."
Nobody said anything, they
all looked at the floor until T'Pring said, "I was in Las Vegas."
"And the award for biggest
non-sequitur ever goes to..." Chapel said in her snottiest tone.
"Hear me out. That city
is known for its buffets. 'All you can eat' is how they are described." She
cocked her head and studied each of them. "The first time, you take too
much. You try things you might not otherwise. You discover which things truly
nourish and which are only briefly desired. By the end of the stay, even the
most gluttonous individuals were not taking all they could eat, only what truly
felt right."
Chapel rolled her eyes.
Spock said, in a tone that
totally was him trying not to piss off his girlfriend any further, "T'Pring,
we are not a buffet."
"Why not? Would it not
be entirely logical for any and all of us to try and see how nourishing or not
the relationship was?" She glanced over at La'an. "I'd like to put
you on my plate first."
"God damn it, T'Pring."
Chapel fired up her laser scalpel, but Spock eased her hand down.
"No, what she says is logical—if
unorthodox. There is a saying: 'Having is not so satisfying as wanting.' It is
not logical, but it is often true." He turned to T'Pring. "You would
include Stonn in this?"
"Yes."
"Any others."
"Did I not make clear my
desire for this one?" She gestured to La'an with
a way too affectionate look.
"So La'an and Stonn for you," Spock said softly.
"Hey, that rhymes."
Chapel knew she was being the bitchy man out but didn't care. "You don't
want to sleep with me, sweetheart? Find out what the fuss is?"
T'Pring looked her over
slowly, then said, "I don't."
It stung. She couldn't lie.
"Christine's super hot," La'an said. "And super smart."
"Fine, I will have sex
with her."
"Like hell you will,"
Chapel muttered.
"Christine." Spock sounded
like he just wanted to get out of this room. "Please do not antagonize
her."
"What about me?"
She met his eyes and didn't look away, let him see how hurt she was at this
whole stupid conversation. She'd never goddamned asked for any of this. "Fuck
you and fuck this." She got up and walked into her office. If she could
have slammed the door, she would have. Stupid fucking pneumatic doors.
##
Spock watched Christine go
and wanted to follow her. He was half out of his seat when T'Pring said,
"Really? Is she so important you must comfort her when we two
remain?"
"Leave me out of
this." La'an got up and left sickbay, this time not giving his fiancée any
kind of seductive look.
Spock stared at T'Pring. "This
was not fair to her."
"It was entirely fair. That
is why it bothers you, Spock. You were forced to confront reality, not keep the
two of us in our separate boxes where you could have us both. You cannot have
us both, it appears. She has walked away from that concept. So
choose. Her or me."
He stared at her helplessly.
For so many years, she was his path.
But his path to what? Starfleet
was also his path, and it was the one he dedicated himself to nearly one
hundred percent of the time.
He'd apparently been thinking
too long, because T'Pring said, "I am going to explore what Stonn has to offer. I will notify you if I wish to dissolve
our union."
"No!" He sounded
too human and knew he was flushing.
"So only you get to have
multiple partners? How interesting. Your family is troubled, Spock. I have
known this for some time but I've cared for you since I was a girl. I think,
however, I do not wish to be associated with your family or you any longer."
She lifted her fingers. "Spock. Parted from me and never parted."
"No." He did not
want this.
Did he?
Her eyes were soft, were forgiving,
but were resolute. "Spock. Parted from me and never parted." She
glanced at Christine's door.
He looked at it too. Thought
of the woman inside. Of how much he wanted to be in there with her.
Not out here, with the woman to
whom he belonged.
He bowed to the inevitable.
"Never and always touching and touched."
Her voice didn't shake in the
least. "I sever what was."
He swallowed hard. "With
these words, T'Pring, you are freed of our bond." He waved his fingers to
the side and down.
"I hold it broken,
Spock." She did the same.
He expected her to leave
sickbay immediately, but she didn't. She rose and turned her back to him as she
walked to Christine's office and rang for admittance.
He expected the door to stay
closed to her.
He was wrong.
##
T'Pring had anticipated Chapel
would be crying, as humans were so wont to do, but she was not. She was sitting
at her desk, staring at her terminal like it held all the answers.
T'Pring could guess what it
was. "A request to transfer home?"
Chapel nodded but didn't look
at her.
"I have severed my bond
with him. He wanted to come after you when you left. It told me what I needed
to know."
Chapel turned,
her expression full of regret. "I never meant for any of this to
happen."
"I believe that. I also
believe, if you accept him, he will break your heart."
"An astoundingly human
way to put it." She looked confused, shocked even.
"You are human. I put it
in a way you will resonate with. But I will put this in Vulcan terms: I know
you will not choose La'an, but she is the logical choice."
"I don't want logic. I
want love."
"So does she. So do not
hurt her by toying with her the way you clearly have. And someday, after Spock and
you are done with each other, and he moves on to yet another who is not me, consider
La'an. If she is not already spoken for."
"By you?"
"No, she only said those
things to make you jealous."
"He won't hurt me."
But she did not sound certain.
"You can only see Spock.
I was like that when I was younger. Before he went away to Starfleet and I
ceased to exist other than the few times our paths crossed. You too will cease
to exist the moment you are off this ship. And you will be off this ship if you
plan to finish your degree, will you not?"
"You're not giving him
any credit."
"You are right. I am
not. He has...hurt me. I will admit that to you because I believe someday you
will look back on this moment and remember I was right because you too will be
hurt. I hope, for your sake, that I am wrong." She could feel Spock with
what was left of the bond—the remnants of that would dissipate slowly. She
could feel his anxiety. "He waits for you."
"I'm s—"
"Do not say you are
sorry." Anything but that.
She left Chapel's office,
leaving the door open, passing Spock as he headed to Chapel's office. Not
waiting for the other woman to come to him. Wanting. Taking.
Or perhaps intent on undoing
whatever he thought she had said to this woman he might or might not truly
love.
"Goodbye, Spock,"
she murmured as she made her way out of sickbay and to the area where her
shuttle was berthed.
##
Chapel looked up as Spock entered.
"She thinks I'd be better off with La'an."
He sat and leaned in. "She
may be right."
She could hear the pain in
his voice as he said what was, for him, probably a very unwelcome truth. "I
don't want La'an, Spock. I want you."
"I am relieved to hear
that." He almost smiled. "T'Pring and I are over."
"So
she said." Before he could say anything, she held up her hand. "Can
we take this really slow?"
"Yes. But...we can take
it...?" He sounded so tentative it made her smile, made her get up and
walk around, and pull him to her, his head to her belly, his arms snaked around
her as she played with his hair.
"We can."
##
La'an waited in the shuttlebay and saw T'Pring walking toward her. "He
didn't deserve you."
"I agree. Just as she
does not deserve you."
"Yeah, I may agree about
that too someday. I'm not there yet."
"I understand. Clarity
comes at its own speed."
"Indeed." She saw
something in T'Pring's expression, something that felt broken, so she pulled her
in for a hug—a hug the other woman fought for a second and then leaned into, holding
on tightly, almost as tightly as Una did now that she wasn't trying to hide her
superstrength. "I'm so sorry for kicking you in the meld thing."
"You are fierce. I respect
that."
"If that Stonn guy doesn't work out..."
T'Pring eased away. "You
deserve someone who chooses you first, not because something else does not work
out."
"You're not wrong about
that. But the heart wants what the heart wants."
"The heart is an organ
that pumps blood. It is the mind that wants." T'Pring studied her. "I
think he will hurt her."
"I think so too."
"Let it happen."
"That's not wisdom. That's
just vengeance." La'an smiled in the way she thought her forefather Khan
might have. With an icy knowing amusement. Because she was going to let it
happen. This is what Christine wanted; this is what Christine could have.
Maybe she'd be there to pick
up the pieces, maybe not.
"I do find you so
intriguing." T'Pring touched her face, her fingers gentle on her skin.
"Peace and long life to you."
"And to you." She watched
T'Pring get into her little shuttle and then left the bay, heading for the
bridge. "Hey, Chief," she said as she passed Una's chair.
"You're okay," Una
was up and pulling La'an to her in an almost bone-breaking
hug.
"I was until you crushed
me."
"Damn. I need to relearn
how to moderate. Once you let go, it's hard to go back."
Oh, how that applied to so
much right now. "Understood. Okay if I take my station and work for a
while?"
"You're a hundred
percent?"
Her body was. Her heart...? "Fit
as a fiddle."
"Then you've got the
conn." And she was to the lift and gone.
##
Una barreled down to sickbay,
Nobody was in the main part. M'Benga's
office door was closed. She saw movement in Chapel's office and then realized
she and Spock were making out frantically.
"Get a fucking room, you
two." As they pulled apart hurriedly, she glared at Spock. "Also,
aren't you engaged?"
"No longer."
"Hmmm. Weird day." She
pointed to M'Benga's office. "The captain in
there?"
"I believe so."
"Cat got your tongue, Chapel."
She peeked out, her hair a
mess, clearly trying to pull the arm of her jumpsuit back on. "Here. I'm
here."
"Seriously? You two
actually do have a room. You are in your room. Your room has a door. Your door
has a lock. Use it. Or better yet, wait till you're off
duty."
"Yes, ma'am. I mean sir.
I mean...right, yes, we will." She was flustered but under it all she
looked really, really happy.
As did Spock. Happier than
she'd ever seen him.
"Hell, who am I to spoil
your fun? Close and lock that door and as you were." The door slid closed
before she could say anything else. She heard noises she did not want to
analyze so she walked down to M'Benga's office and
used her command override to open it.
He and Chris looked up in
surprise.
"Nice to see you two
being so in charge from this room."
"They had stuff to work
out." Chris gave her his most adorable smile. Then he pulled her onto his
lap. "Did they work it out?"
"La'an is on the bridge.
T'Pring is God knows where. And Chapel and Spock are getting it on in her
office."
"Okay, that last part is
unexpected. T'Pring is going to take Chapel's head off for sure."
"No, she and Spock have
broken up. I don't know the details—you can ask him when he comes up for air.
You have dinner plans, Joseph? Our esteemed captain here got some steaks in a
day earlier than expected."
"They came?" He was
unreasonably excited but Wagyu was so hard to find anymore.
"I do not have plans.
But shouldn't our esteemed captain ask me himself?"
"Nyah,
she does the talking for both of us."
"And it's a good thing
you know that." She kissed him and got up. "Also, could you possibly
get your ass up to the bridge and do captain things?"
"Oh, like you don't love
sitting in the big chair?"
"I won't lie. I
do."
She could hear M'Benga's laughter—and even more sounds coming from Chapel's
office—as she and Chris went back to the bridge.
La'an gave up the chair
without comment, and Una touched her shoulder. "You
okay?"
"You already asked me
that." Her expression told her she was far from okay but was not going to
talk about it.
Fucking Chapel. Woman was a
menace. "Okay."
She felt Chris behind her. "We've
got Wagyu steak on the menu tonight. You in?" He had his voice pitched
very low, so only La'an would hear him.
Una loved him for getting it,
for knowing something was wrong. For all he loved to play the clueless goof
with her, he missed nothing.
La'an's smile was very sweet, like she understood he was taking
care of her because he wanted to, not because Una had told him to. "I'm
in."
FIN