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Vignettes After a Voyage Nearly Undone
by Djinn
Spock watched his
younger self hurry off and wondered what the future would bring for the man. For
himself. For his other self—pronouns were going to be problematic.
He turned and saw Christine
talking to Doctor McCoy, and his breath caught. She seemed to feel his eyes on
her, looked up, and smiled in a strange way.
Spock turned away,
hurrying off to the quarters Starfleet had assigned him.
"Sir? Sir,
wait."
He slowed but did
not turn. Her voice—that voice, so young, so innocent still.
"I'm not sure
what to call you"—she grabbed him, her hand strong; he had forgotten how
strong she was—"and I'm not trying to make a scene."
He turned and
drank in her face, the blue eyes, the lips that bore his kisses—only not now,
not yet, and judging by his younger self's affection for Nyota, not ever.
"You're
Spock, aren't you?"
He pulled back,
yanking his sleeve from her grasp. "I'm afraid you have me confused with
someone else."
"I have eyes.
You look just like him, sir, only older."
Sir. It sounded so
strange coming from this woman who had been his lover for so long.
"This is not
a matter to discuss here."
"Then where?"
"I think
nowhere."
She smiled, the
lovely sensual smile he remembered but never on a face this young. "I think
you don't mean that."
"And what
logic leads you to that conclusion?"
"You stare at
me. All the time. I noticed it when I first saw you, and then I started to hang
around just to see if I was imagining it. I wasn't." She moved closer. "I
was with you, in your reality, wasn't I? Not Nyota."
"Everything
is different here."
"Which means
yes, or you'd have just said no." She laughed at his expression. "Oh,
don't worry. I don't have dastardly plans for your doppelganger. I don't even
like him much. I'm just...curious."
"Yes. You
were always that way."
"You loved
me—her?"
"I did."
"How long has
she been dead?"
"At least a
lifetime." He knew it was a self indulgently
imprecise answer, but she smiled and took his arm.
He did not shake free,
even though he knew he should.
"All your
parts in working order, sir?" She shot him the grin he had loved, the one
his Christine had always given him just before seducing him.
"They are. I...think. It has been quite a while."
"Yeah, for
me, too. Fiancé went missing, showed up last year running a business making
pleasure androids. He was a famous scientist and now he's a rich businessman
with no time for me." She glanced at him. "Is that how it ended in
your reality?"
"No. Doctor
Korby died. Shot by one of his pleasure androids."
"I like your
version better." She grinned again. "So, you do want to have sex with
me, right?"
"I do. Very
much. But I must point out that I do not know you. I may simply be trying to
recapture what I have lost."
"Well, points
for honesty, Spock." She smiled. "Look, you intrigue me. Which is
more than I can say for most of the guys around. So
take me to bed, mister."
He felt off
balance. Should he do this? Was this right?
She moved closer,
rubbing the top of his hand gently with her fingers. "Are you really
having to think this hard about it? I look just like her, only better, I
imagine? What with the youth and dewy beauty." She
laughed softy, as if at herself. She did not let up on the attack on his hand,
which had suddenly become an erogenous zone of immense proportions.
"Very well."
"Your
enthusiasm is overwhelming. You do remember how to do it, right?" Her soft
laughter was just as he remembered it. The good-natured mocking, the sweetness
underneath.
He gave her his
best Vulcan look of disapproval.
She only smiled
wider. "Ooh, finally got a rise out of you."
"You have
been getting a rise out of me for some time."
"And witty
repartee comes with the package, too? I've never seen that with our Spock."
"You are not
rubbing his hand in the same way, I imagine?"
"Well, no. Is
that the secret?" She grinned and ceased her attack on him.
He stopped in
front of his door. "This is not a good idea, Christine."
"Of course
not. Nothing fun ever is. Now open the damn door, Spock."
He studied her,
looking for any sign of hesitation. He knew his version of her well enough to
believe he would see the same signs in this Christine. But all he saw was
amusement and impatience.
So he opened the
damned door, as she had ordered.
Once they were
inside, she did not resume her attack on him, but went instead to his window
and looked out on the Academy grounds. "Pretty view."
He smiled. A real
smile. His Christine had done that often. Given him access to her neck, loved
to be held from behind, his arms around her, his lips on her as they looked out
at whatever view they had to enjoy, even if it was the wall of a neighboring
building.
He walked over to
her, put his hands on her shoulders and heard her sigh, then relax under his
gentle grip. She eased her head to the side, and he kissed her neck the way he
had learned she liked long ago.
She still liked it
that way. Still—the wrong word and yet not.
He let his hands
slip around her, pulling her back to him, cradling her under her breasts. She
sighed happily and put her hands over his. Then she turned enough so he could
kiss her on the lips.
It was like coming
home. He felt as if his body was waking from a decades' long sleep. This was his
mate, it seemed to say. She smelled the same, she felt the same, she kissed the
same.
At some basic
level, she was the same.
She turned so she
was fully against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him more
deeply now that it was not so awkward a position. They kissed for a long time,
until he eased away and began to undress her, no longer able to distinguish
between his Christine and this Christine. She was Christine. He wanted her.
She slipped his
robe off, then his undergarments. And they were naked.
He took a breath. Waited.
He was an old man and he knew it. There was no logic in trying to hide his age.
Although one part of him was standing at attention in a way that belied his
years.
And she smiled
when her eyes traveled down. "You like me."
"Very much."
She pushed him
back, then onto the bed, and crawled on top of him, kissing everywhere, over
age spots and lines and scars.
"You like
older men?"
"Usually. And
older men seem to think these things are bad, these tokens of life lived."
She smiled at him, then stroked her smooth skin. "Did I have them when you
knew me? Battle scars?"
"Many."
"Was I
beautiful to you anyway?"
"You were."
"So see, it's the same thing." She kissed him more
tenderly than before. Then she moved so she was on him. "Ready?"
He nodded and
breathed out slowly as she settled onto him. And then she was with him. This
lovely girl. His Christine and not his Christine. He could love her with so
little effort.
She rode him like she
had done it for years, not as if this was their first time together. She took
her pleasure easily before she let him find the rhythm that would send him to
completion. He enjoyed her gentle tyranny.
He returned the
favor when he had rested sufficiently, when he had her underneath his mouth, when
he could take her to the edge and then stop, ease off, take her back, until she
begged and cursed and finally just said, "Spock, please?"
And he let her finish.
She was loud, clutching the sheets and writhing, and he was inside her before
she had come all the way down.
She smiled as he
moved. "All parts are definitely in working order."
"Indeed."
Then he gave up talk, just moved inside her, found his way back to a place he
thought he had lost forever.
As he rolled off
her, he reached for her hand and realized he needed the connection with her. She
squeezed his gently.
"This was a
gift." He closed his eyes.
She nestled
against him. "Do you want it to be a one-time gift or the kind that you
get periodically? And neither answer will make me mad."
He turned and
studied her. She seemed very relaxed, her mouth curled
into a soft smile.
He touched her
lips with his fingers. So soft and firm. "I would very much like this to
continue. If that is agreeable to you?"
"I wouldn't
have asked if it wasn't." Her smile grew bigger. "And that's the
answer I prefer." She touched his ear, laughing softly at his sharp intake
of breath. "Am I just like her?"
"No. You are
yourself. But you are very similar in ways I find comforting."
"Well,
clearly you know what I like in bed." She ran her fingers over his ear
again. "I need to play catch up."
"You were
always a quick study."
"That hasn't
changed." She abandoned his ears and slid her fingers down his cheek, then
his neck, his chest, over his hips to his groin. "So, without offending
you, how much life is in my friend, here? I like him, you see. I'd like him to
come out and play some more, but if he's not interested right now or anymore
tonight, it would be good to know that."
"That is a
brave question."
"Also efficient. Why waste energy and create friction between
us when I could just ask?"
He pulled her to
him and kissed her very hard—not because it was something his Christine would
have asked, but because it wasn't. "Your friend is not interested right
now. But later, I am fairly certain he will be."
"You'll let
me know when he is?"
"I will."
He let his fingers travel down her body the way she'd done to him. "I
imagine that you might have a more frequent need for release. Fortunately,
there are many ways to give you pleasure."
"Yes,"
she said as she arched her back and closed her eyes. "Yes, there are."
##
Chapel knew she
was sauntering as she walked down the corridor of the Enterprise toward Nyota, but she couldn't help it.
Nyota hooked her
arm in hers as soon as Chapel reached her. "Well, you little slut, how was
he?"
"Oh my God. I
am officially jealous of you."
"You don't
know that you should be, really. I mean your Spock was with you, wasn't he? You
were right about that?"
"I was."
"So, you—the
other you—may have taught him everything you like. Whereas my Spock does what I
like, which may not be what you like."
Chapel started to
laugh. "I know what you like. We talk about what you like all the time. It's
the same thing I like."
"Well, in
general terms. We both like orgasms, sure. But that's the destination. The
journey is the where we might say vive la difference,
no?"
Chapel put her
head on Ny's shoulder. "You crack me up."
"Ditto. So are you going to see him again?"
"Pretty sure.
You know how I like older men."
"Yes, I get
to hear Leonard bitch about it to Spock and Jim all the time. Would you give
the man a pity screw at least?"
"The man is
my boss."
"So was
Korby, but that didn't stop you."
"Yes, but he
was my boss who was an older-man boss." Chapel knew she was grinning way
too much, but happy sex did that to her. "I really like him. He's...different
than your Spock."
"Does that
mean you don't like my Spock?"
"No. I
mean...he's just looser. Like he's at peace in a way with who he is, where he's
been. Everything he's been through has left marks and probably scars inside
too, but he's still reaching out."
Nyota looked away.
"He's still
shutting you out a little bit?"
"Yeah. It's
better, though. Than it was right after. He just needs
time."
"But you're
having sex?"
"Is that all
you think about." Ny gave her a soft smile. "Yes, we're having sex."
She let go of Chapel's arm. "I have to get back up to the bridge. I'm glad
you had a good time."
"I'm glad you
were okay with it."
"You didn't
have to ask me first."
"Yes, I did. It
was sort of strange. I mean, they're the same guy, kind of."
"No, they're
not." Nyota grinned. "I just want you to be happy." Her grin
faded before Chapel thought she meant it to. She turned and walked to the lift.
As the doors
closed, Chapel murmured, "At least one of us is right now." She
sighed and caught the next lift to sickbay.
##
Uhura watched
Spock as their shift progressed. He put on a good show of no longer being
emotionally compromised, but he still was.
At least with her.
She'd lied to
Christine. They weren't sleeping together right now. He'd pulled away from her,
and she'd let him. Too afraid that if she pushed, she'd lose him for good.
That had to stop.
Shift change came
and he made no move to leave. She ceded her board to her replacement, moved
over to his station. "Sir, I need your assistance."
"Assistance
of what nature?"
"It's
personal. And important." She let her voice trail off. Even let a little
shake come into it. It wasn't fair, really.
He seemed unsure.
She blinked hard,
as if she was going to cry, then realized she was about to cry and blinked
again.
He called for his
replacement. "I will need you sooner than I thought." Then he looked
up at her. "We will go soon."
She nodded and
tried not to look like a fool just hanging around his station. How did Leonard
manage to loiter so effortlessly?
Finally the replacement
showed up, and Spock rose and walked with her to the lift. He glanced at her
repeatedly, finally asked, "Your quarters or mine?"
"Yours."
She wanted to be able to leave if this went badly. She didn't want him leaving
her again.
He nodded, led
them off the lift to his quarters and palmed the door open, standing aside for
her to enter. She noticed he didn't look to see if anyone was watching. Was
that a good sign that he no longer cared who saw them? Or a bad sign that he
was still so consumed by his own sadness that he wasn't thinking to do it?
She pointed to the
bed. "Sit."
He sat. Without
arguing. Good. Progress.
"This
distance between us. It's not good."
He looked down.
"Don't do
that. You're just making it worse when you won't even look at me."
He took a deep
breath and raised his head. "You saw a side of me I never wanted you to
see."
She froze. That
was not what she'd expected to hear. "You mean when you beat the holy crap
out of Jim?"
"Yes."
"He goaded
you. He intended you to do that."
"Nevertheless.
It was an unforgivable break."
"Unforgivable
for whom?" She sat next to him on the bed. "You haven't wanted to be
with me. Not to talk. Not to touch. Why?"
"I am not the
man you thought I was."
"Yes, you
are. You reacted the way you did because you were in pain. If you hadn't been
in pain at that moment, then you
wouldn't have been the man I thought you were." She touched his face, saw
him close his eyes the way he did when he was enjoying her touch. "You
wouldn't have been the man I love. The man I know feels things. Even when he doesn't always want to."
He was silent for
a long time, then he said, "I have missed you. I have wanted to reach out."
"I'm right
here. I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me to."
He turned to her,
his eyes finally lightening a little. "I find it highly unlikely that you
would go even then."
She laughed. "No,
you're right. I probably wouldn't."
He pulled her to
him, kissed her and his lips were tentative on hers at first, but then he
seemed to let go. She wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes and tried
not to cry as he pulled her back onto the bed.
He was touching
her. He was letting her in.
She wasn't losing
him.
"I love you,"
she murmured as she opened her eyes and undid his uniform.
"As I love
you," he said as he watched her, his expression finally not so cold,
finally closer to being at peace.
##
Spock woke with
Nyota curled against him. He watched her sleep and felt as if a part of himself
had been returned. He had not known how to bridge the gap he had let grow
between them—fortunately, she had not been afraid to simply tackle the issue
directly.
But then she never
was.
His chrono sounded
and he turned it off, felt her stir against him. "Good morning," he
said, knowing she would need him to make a sign that they were still all right,
that last night had not been an aberration.
She smiled. "Good
morning." She glanced at the chrono and frowned. "I promised
Christine I would go to the gym with her this morning. A new yoga class she
wants to try." She kissed him. "I hate to run."
"I will see
you on the bridge. And later, hopefully...?"
She smiled and
leaned in for a longer kiss. "Count on it."
She slipped out of
bed gracefully—the way she moved had been one of the things that had captivated
him about her—and pulled on her uniform. With a last grin, she hurried out.
He got out of bed,
took a shower and put on a fresh uniform, then headed for the mess. He was
hungrier than he had been, filled his plate and looked for a table. Jim was
sitting alone and waved him over with a very knowing smile on his face.
"Hungry,
Spock?"
"I missed
dinner."
"You missed
our chess game, too. The fair Nyota was not in evidence last night, either. I
hope I was blown off for a very good reason." He waggled his eyebrows.
Spock knew he was
blushing. "I forgot about chess."
"You never
forget about anything. Unless you had a very good reason to be distracted."
Jim's grin faded and he leaned in. "I know things haven't been easy for
you. So, you be distracted all you want, okay?"
Spock felt
unaccountably touched. "Thank you."
"No problem."
Jim played with his eggs for a moment, then said, "Do you think I should
be captain?"
"You are
captain. The question is moot."
"But do you
think I should be?" He met Spock's eyes. "I want a real answer."
"I am your
first officer. Would I sign up for that responsibility if I thought you were
not fit?"
"Maybe. Since
I'm the commanding officer of your girlfriend."
Spock had to
concede the logic of that. "In that case it would be easier to try to
sabotage you and make you look incompetent than to be your friend and answer
questions such as these."
"You haven't
done that." Jim frowned. "You haven't done that, right?"
"I have not."
"Whew." Jim
grinned. "It's just...I go to these sector meetings and they treat me like
the dumb kid who happened to have a really good day."
"You are not
a kid, but you are much younger than they are. You are not dumb. I find your
intelligence to be quite superior. But you did have an extremely good day and
Starfleet's reaction might be seen as kneejerk."
Jim started to
laugh. "So you don't think I should be captain."
"I did not
say that. I said others might view your rise as..."
"Ludicrous? I've
heard that word bandied about."
"Startling,
was the word I was going to go for."
"Slightly
better." He started to eat for real. A good sign, in Spock's experience.
"Why do you
care, Jim? You are captain. Be the captain. Be the best captain you can be. If
you obsess over what they think, it may prevent you from developing into the
best version of yourself. So, do not obsess."
"Wow, look at
you with all this insight." He shot Spock another of the grins that he was
rapidly becoming very fond of.
"It is only
the truth."
"And you're
not afraid to tell me that. I really like that. And I know I need it. So don't stop. No matter how much it ticks me off."
"I will continue
to annoy you. It is what I signed up for, is it not?"
"Damned
straight." Jim laughed, but the laugh seemed for himself. "What a
ride," he said softly.
##
Kirk went down to
Engineering before heading back to Command for the next sector meeting. He
found Scotty tinkering with some obscure piece of circuitry.
"Good
morning, sir. I bet you're wondering what I'm up to."
"The thought
crossed my mind."
"I've been
doing some load and efficiency studies in my off hours."
"Of course you have." Kirk grinned at him. He'd only ever seen Scotty doing one of three things in his off
hours. Working, playing backgammon, or drinking. The man had simple needs.
"Well, this
little circuit gets a lot of juice routed through it. It seizes up because it
was never intended to handle that kind of load. Bad planning. I'm...enhancing
it you might say."
"Another of
your unauthorized improvements?" All of which Kirk had appreciated over
the last month. The ship ran much better now than it did when he got it.
"That's
putting it so bluntly, sir." He winked at Kirk. "But yes."
"Whatever
works, Mister Scott." Kirk looked around Engineering. "I love coming
down here. It's always so..."
"Peaceful."
"Yeah."
"Well, you're
welcome here anytime. You got me off that damn ice planet. I owe you
everything."
"No, I owe
you. You beamed me aboard this ship."
"Well, that
was really the older version of our first officer."
Kirk smiled. "But
from a formula that you came up with."
"Ah, you've got
me there." Scotty shook his head. "Interesting man, that older Spock.
Was a little surprised to see him palling around with our Christine."
Kirk frowned. "What?"
"Oh, aye. Saw
them the other day, headed for guest quarters. I'm not usually an old gossip
like this, but I know Leonard's got his heart set on her, and I thought you
might want to let him down easily."
Kirk smiled and
shook his head. He had a feeling that Scotty knew damn good and well that Bones
wasn't the only one who had an interest in Christine. "I'll give him the
bad news gently." He shook his head. "What does she see in him?"
"Well, some
women like an older man," Scotty said with a wink. "It's our
experience."
"Oh, is that
what it is? You sure it's not your amazing talent for bullshit?"
Scotty laughed. "Possibly
that, too. If I ever find myself a woman, I'll let you know."
Kirk grinned and
took a deep breath, trying to draw in all the things he loved about engineering.
"This was just what I needed before I head into the belly of the beast for
another grimly boring staff meeting. Thank you, Mister Scott. I am again in
your debt."
"I live to
serve, Jim."
With a last fond
grin, Kirk headed for the lift, and the endless morning that awaited him.
##
Scott found his
way to the rec lounge, saw Chekov waiting for him at their usual table. "Hello,
young Pavel."
"Hello, old
Montgomery." Pavel had the backgammon board set up. "I have been
studying."
"What's to
study? I'm going to crush you like I always do. The luck of the Scottish."
"I believe
the saying is the luck of the Irish, who imported that luck from a little old
lady in Vladivostok."
Scott smiled. The
kid gave as good as he got. "So what have you
been studying besides how to move your checkers?"
"Physics. Warp
engineering—I have some ideas I want to discuss with you about possible dilithium alternatives."
"Sounds
promising."
"And ummm..." Pavel took a long swig of his beer.
Scott sipped his
scotch and waited.
"There's a
girl I want to ask out. And I need your advice."
"Why my
advice?"
Well, it's Gaila. I know she works for you and you know her and what
she likes—I mean in the way of presents or approaches."
"Try asking
her out. You know, just ask." He gave the boy a glare. "I think that'll
do it. Be straightforward."
"Well, but I
really like her."
"Everybody
really likes her, lad. Everybody throws things at her like they have to buy
her. Like she doesn't have a perfectly good brain that can decide whether or
not she thinks you're worthy. Ask
her. And if you really want to warm her up before you do, talk to her about your
dilithium alternatives. She's got some ideas about
that, too."
"Really?"
"Aye. The
lass is brilliant. Now roll for first move before I look for a new game to
play."
Pavel smiled. "Brilliant,
huh?"
"Yeah, just
like you. You'll be two peas in a pod. Don't make me sick with any lovey dovey stuff in Engineering, you ken?"
"Loud and
clear, old man." Pavel handed him one of the dice. "Roll."
Scott rolled a
six. Pavel rolled a one.
"Oh aye,"
Scott said, moving his pieces to block the bar. "Here we go, laddie. Luck be a lady."
"Enjoy her. Luck's
the only lady you'll be seeing any time soon."
Scott smiled. The
kid was a pistol.
##
Chekov waited
until he was sure Scotty was on his lunch break, then he went into Engineering.
He saw Gaila in the back and walked over to her,
trying not to forget how to put one foot in front of the other.
She turned and
smiled at him. "Hi, Pav."
"Hello."
Not enough. He needed to say more. "How are you today?" No, too
formal.
"I'm good. You?"
"I am also
good." No, this was not going well at all. "I was playing backgammon
with Mister Scott and was telling him of some ideas I had about alternatives to
dilithium."
She put her tools
down and said, "It's lunch. Let's talk about this in the mess hall, okay? I'm
starving."
"All right."
"But it has
to be quick. So the auxiliary mess down here."
He tried not to
let any disappointment show; he had really wanted to be seen walking into the
main mess with her. "That's fine."
She led him to the
mess, which was full of engineering types. They got their food and sat down. He
forgot how to form words for a moment—she was that pretty—but then she launched
into her ideas for alternatives and he felt his brain kick in. They were soon
arguing in a good-natured way over the merits and pitfalls of their various options.
"Do you want
to collaborate on this, Pav? I think we could get a paper out of our ideas. Present
it at the engineering seminar that's coming up at the end of the year maybe? What
do you think?"
He managed not to
blurt out that he would gladly collaborate on anything she wanted. "I
would love that."
"Great."
She gave him the giddy grin that he'd first been charmed by.
"Gaila, would you also be interested in seeing me socially?"
"That's what we're doing now." The grin faded a bit.
"No, I mean
romantically." He knew he was blushing furiously.
"Oh. Wow. Pav,
I like you a lot. You know that, right?"
He tried to nod
but he could already hear the but.
"But I'm
seeing someone and it's exclusive." She smiled
and he thought she was trying to make it a sad smile, but all he could see was
that whoever the person was, they made her happy.
"Oh. That's
wonderful. For you, I mean. Not so much for me."
"I'm sorry. There
are lots of lovely women on board. I'm sure you'll find someone else in no
time."
"They won't
be you. But I will be fine. And we will still collaborate? I have not created
discomfort for you?"
"Are you
kidding? That's work. Totally different." She smiled gently at him, and he
loved her for it. "There is no one I'd rather collaborate with on this."
"You are very
kind."
"No, I'm not."
She patted his hand. "We're both brilliant. We'll knock their socks off. If
they wear socks, I mean."
He laughed. She was the only girl he knew who could make getting shot down this
painless.
##
Gaila heard her chime
go off and took a deep breath before saying, "Come."
Hikaru smiled as he
walked in. He stopped when he took in her expression. "What's wrong?"
"I may have
made a big assumption. I hope not."
He walked over to
her. "You actually look nervous. You never look nervous." He put his
arms around her and kissed her, and she felt herself relaxing. He was the first
man who made her feel this way: safe. "So what
assumption did you make?"
He was moving her
around the floor as if they were dancing, smiling at her in his easy way. She
laughed softly and kissed him for a while, enjoying the feeling of just being
with him, the casual way he held her, no pressure ever, no expectations. But
whatever she wanted, he gave her. If she held on
tight, wanted it a little rougher, he was there for her. If she wanted it light
and gentle, he was fine with that, too. He never seemed to judge her.
And he always
seemed to see her. Her, Gaila, not just the sexy Orion girl.
He'd snuck up on
her, first the guy with the sweet smile who liked to play with swords. Then
Sulu who sat with her at breakfast since they were both early risers. Then Hikaru who taught her Tai Chi to help her focus better. Then
her lover, just like all the others, she'd thought—only when she'd normally
have said that she loved him, she hadn't. She couldn't. That was the thing you
said to customers. To men who didn't mean much to you.
And Hikaru meant a lot to her.
She hadn't said it,
just enjoyed what he made her feel. And then enjoyed it even more the next time
they got together. And the next time. Until it became second nature to not even
think of other partners, to only think of him.
Monogamy was a
strange state for an Orion, yet with him, it felt relaxed. He was so fluid. So forgiving that it made her never want to do anything he'd
have to forgive her for.
She stopped their
little dance. "Pavel asked me out today."
Hikaru started to laugh
softly. "Did not see that coming."
"Me, either. I
thought we were just friends."
"Well, he has
been smitten with you for a while now. I just never thought he'd work up the
nerve."
"I told him
no. But..." She looked down, didn't want to see his face.
He tipped her chin
back up so she had to look at him. "But...?"
"But I told
him I was seeing someone. And it was exclusive."
His grin was huge.
"You did?"
She found herself
grinning just as big. "Is that all right?"
"All right? That's
tremendous." He picked her up and spun her around. "I love you, you
idiot."
"You do?"
"Yes. I just
wasn't sure if you wanted to be that serious with me."
She kissed him
once he put her down. "Well, I do. I love you, too."
"Does this
mean we can go public now? Please, I'm sick of sneaking around. It was fun at
first, but there's no reason for it now, is there?"
She shook her
head. "No, there's no reason for it now."
He grabbed her
hand. "Come on. We're going to the rec lounge." His smile was
luminous. "This is the best day ever."
She pulled him
back to her and kissed him. It wasn't her best day ever. That would be the day
she escaped slavery. The next was the day she got into Starfleet. And then the
day she got assigned to the Enterprise.
But this was easily the fourth best day ever.
##
Sulu whistled his
way into sickbay.
Christine smiled
at him. "Somebody's happy." He knew she'd seen Gaila
and him in the lounge last night. "Congratulations. You two make a nice
couple."
"Thanks."
McCoy came out of
his office. "Yes, they do look nice together. That's what happens when
people of similar ages get together."
Christine rolled
her eyes and handed him the scanner. She smiled grimly at Sulu. "Doctor
Surly will be conducting your physical today."
He tried not to
laugh. As soon as Christine was out of earshot, he said, "You need a
friendly ear, Doc?"
"I most
certainly do not. Lie down."
Sulu did as he was
told and tried to wipe the happy smile off his face but just couldn't.
"Ah, ignore
me, Hikaru. I'm happy for you. I'm just having some
trouble figuring out Christine's tastes right now. Probably for the best. Chain
of command and all that."
Sulu nearly
smiled. This is how it always worked. People would say they didn't need a
friendly ear, but then they invariably poured out their problems to him. "Chain
of command doesn't have to be a problem." He left out the "on this
ship" part, since he figured McCoy could follow the logic train to first
officer and communications officer.
McCoy grinned. "I
like you."
"I haven't
seen Christine with anyone." Was she with Scotty? He was older, but not
that much older than McCoy.
"Not someone
on board this ship." McCoy quit talking, stayed busy running scans and
checking the biobed readings. Then he murmured, "It's the other Spock."
"The old guy?"
"That's what
I'm saying. He's not just older, he's old."
Sulu had to agree.
"Okay, I'd say she has a certain type."
"Corpse, you
mean?"
Sulu laughed. "Experienced."
"Nearly
expired." McCoy shook his head. "I've seen him watching her. I'd give
you even odds that he was with her in his reality."
"That would
be strange for both of them."
"Not strange
enough to keep her away." McCoy's pout rivaled a teenage girl's. "I should not be telling you this."
"Doctor-patient
confidentiality. Don't worry." Sulu smiled at him. "I've had my share
of heartache. Do you really care for her?"
"I don't
know. She...knows how to take my bad attitude. Puts up with me but gives me sass
right back. I guess I find that pretty irresistible."
"I can see
that. Just enjoy that part of it, I guess. Who can understand how love works?"
"Truer words."
McCoy harrumphed in a way Sulu had only ever seen on vids. Then he patted him
on the shoulder. "Okay, you're good to go. Whatever you're doing, keep it
up. I wish all my patients had readings this good."
Sulu smiled and
swung his legs off the table. He decided not to say that love probably had a
lot to do with his rosy good health.
##
McCoy walked the
corridors of Starfleet command trying to forget the smile he'd seen on
Christine's face as she'd met up with the other Spock. He had to get a handle
on this raging jealousy; he was starting to take it out on their Spock, which
wasn't fair at all.
He turned into the
corridor he'd been told, looked for the office, saw Pike's name on the door and
buzzed for entrance. The door opened and he saw the welcoming grin of the man
he'd grown very fond of while he'd had him under his care in sickbay. "Admiral."
"Doctor." Pike pushed out his chair and McCoy realized it wasn't the
wheelchair. "I've been a physical therapy dynamo."
"Let me see."
Pike got up with a
smile; his steps were tentative, but he made it across the room under his own
steam. "I have the wheelchair in the closet. I can't go far yet, but I'll
get there."
"I'm proud of
you, sir."
"Well, you
stabilized me. I owe any of this progress to you." He walked back to his
desk and leaned on it.
"You weren't
even going to PT when we last talked. You seemed really down. What changed?"
Pike smiled. "Friend
of mine got back into town. Didn't like my attitude. Has a certain way about
her."
"Everyone is
getting laid but me, I swear to God."
Pike shrugged. "You
either have it or you don't." He walked back around to his chair. "So,
you really come all this way just to check on me?"
"I did."
"I don't
believe you." Pike narrowed his eyes. "I mean it's nice and all to
see you. But you could've commed."
McCoy tried to
think of a good lie but finally just settled for asking what he really wanted
to know. "What's going to happen to the other Spock?"
Pike started to
laugh. "Ah, those Chapel women."
McCoy tried to
keep his face composed.
"Don't even
bother. I've seen them together. How bad do you have it?"
"You said
women."
"Uh, that wasn't
my question."
McCoy smiled. He
had him on the ropes. "Your gal. She's a Chapel?" He tried to
remember what Christine had said about her sister. "Ohhh,
that woman is your motivator? Wow."
Pike shrugged
again. "Like I said. Those Chapel women."
"You're not
answering my question about Spock."
"That's
because it's none of your damn business."
"I knew it. You're
keeping him on as a consultant." He got up and began to pace. "I bet
he'll be joyriding around the galaxy, hopping rides on any convenient ship. What
do you want to bet it's the Enterprise
that's convenient?"
"Okay, you've
got it bad. May I make a suggestion?"
McCoy nodded.
"Dial it back
or you're going to have some real unpleasantness on your hands. She'll tire of
him or she won't. If she does, you'll have your shot. If she doesn't, then she
was never meant to be yours. In the meantime, move on."
"That's
easier said than done."
"I hate to
say this, because I think highly of you, but Christine's like a little sister
to me, so I'll be checking in on her from time to time. If you get my drift?"
Pike's eyes went very hard. "That can be your motivator to get better."
McCoy didn't look
away, then he nodded. "Thank you. That's probably a good idea."
"What are
friends for?" He held out his hand. "We are still friends, right,
Leonard?"
McCoy reached over
the desk and clasped Pike's hand firmly. "Now more than ever, Chris."
##
Pike sat at his
desk, thinking about Leonard. There'd been a time when he'd been just as
obsessed with Gwen and who she was seeing. He knew the danger signs but figured
it was a nice irony to be his doctor's sanity check, since it was his own CMO
Boyce who'd called him out for his behavior.
Maybe someday
Leonard would get his chance, although he wasn't sure. The way Christine looked
at the older Spock was intense. And she'd always liked much older men. He wasn't
sure Leonard stood a chance—hell, even he was probably too young for her. Who
could understand women?
There was a soft
sound at his door and he smiled. Gwen was here; he'd given her a special tone
on the annunciator. He pressed the button on his desk and the doors slide open.
"Hello,
Number One. To what do I owe this visit?"
"I just
missed you, Admiral." She smiled at him, the open and easy way she only
used with him.
He was struck by
how beautiful she still was. All these years and she was the only woman he
could see. The only one he wanted. "Well, that's a fortunate coincidence
because I missed you, too." He held out his hand and she came and perched in
front of him on his desk, then leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss.
When she finally
pulled away, he said, "I will never get tired of that."
"Me, either."
She sat up straight, took a deep breath. "I have news."
"You do?"
She nodded. "I'm
transferring off the Meridian."
"To a better
ship?"
She shook her
head.
"To a starbase?"
She laughed.
He could feel his
heart beating faster. Her leave was almost up. He'd been counting the days till
she left, could feel his mood shifting down as that moment approached. "To...here?"
She nodded. "Different
area of Fleet. You won't be in my chain of command."
"Very nice."
"I didn't ask
you if you even wanted this. I should have."
He laughed and
pulled her down to him, covering her with silly, joyful kisses. "You don't
ever have to ask me something like that. We're going to be together? Really
together?"
She nodded. "I just...I couldn't go back. I couldn't leave you again."
"Good. Because
I don't think I could have stood it if you had."
She smiled, and he
realized her eyes were suspiciously bright. She never cried. Never.
"You're cry—"
"Am not."
She dashed at her eyes.
"Yes, you
are. And I love you for it."
"I love you. I've
loved you for the longest time. And I'll love you forever."
He drank her in,
played those words over and over. He loved those words. They were true. And she'd
be here. He didn't have to say goodbye again. "I'll love you forever too,
Gwen." He laughed. "Let's go out for lunch. Chair be damned. We'll go
somewhere nice. Really nice." And the restaurant would accommodate him, or
Gwen would kill someone.
"I'd rather
get Greek. You remember, the first place we ever had dinner as more than just
colleagues?"
"Even better."
Mykonos had outside seating. Easy to fit the chair in that. And eventually,
with her here, he knew he wouldn't need the chair.
With her here, he
could do anything.
##
Number One came
back from lunch with Chris sated and happy. He'd been so relaxed, so cheerful. She'd
done the right thing. And for once, the right thing was also the thing that
made them both the happiest.
She rounded a
corner and saw her sister with an older man—that was nothing new. But an older
Vulcan man, now that was unusual.
Christine saw her,
waved, and said something to the man, who turned and stared at Number One like
he was seeing a ghost.
She realized she
knew his face. It was older, so much older, but it was Spock's face. She'd heard
he was here; she'd just never imagined she'd find him with her sister.
She walked over to
them. "Christine. And you're Spock, aren't you?"
He was still
staring at her in the most intense way. "I am. It is good to see you
again, Number One."
"You knew me,
in your reality?"
"I did. You
were a mentor to me."
Christine smiled. "Same
as here, right, Gwen?"
"Your name is
Gwen? You never told me." He seemed so surprised.
She did, too. "I've
told our Spock."
"One of the
many differences." He turned to Christine, graced her with a look Number
One could only classify as tender.
"You're
together?"
She nodded and had
the expression that dared Number One to make something of it.
"Okay. Hmmm."
"You do not
approve?" Spock asked, and he sounded as if he cared about the answer.
"I'm unsure."
She studied him, then her sister. "Were you with Christine in your
reality?"
"Gwen, that's
none of your business."
That pretty much
answered her question, but she said, "I think it is. If Spock here is just
trying to recapture what he's lost, I'm not sure that's fair to you."
Spock smiled. "Another
difference. In my reality, you and Christine were estranged. She longed for a
closer relationship with you. If you had ever shown this much interest in who
she was seeing, it would have made her very happy."
Number One wasn't
sure if that was an argument for or against her case. She saw Christine smiling
in a way that said this was why she liked older men: they could get one over on
her big sis. Number One settled for saying, "I'll be watching you,"
and tried to load a lot of threat into her voice.
Spock bowed his
head. "I would expect no less." He stared at her again. "It is
extremely good to see you."
Christine gave her
a hug. "Buzzkill." Then she kissed her on the cheek with a little
giggle and went off with Spock.
Number One watched
her. Her sister had an ease with the way she walked next to Spock, the way they
talked as if there was no one else in the room. They navigated the space like
one unit.
Christine had
never had that with Roger. Number One had despised Roger. She'd been so happy
when Christine had dumped him. Maybe...maybe this was who she was supposed to
be with?
She decided to not
worry about it for now. She had meetings all afternoon, and then she and Chris
were going to start looking for a place. Someplace that would be theirs, not
his or hers.
Theirs. It had a
nice ring to it.
She saw Kirk and
McCoy heading back up to the ship that should have been Chris's. She used to
resent Kirk for taking it away. Now, now she decided to be more sanguine about
it. The kid had a hard row ahead of him. And she had Chris on Earth with her.
She thought maybe
she and Chris got the better deal. Even if they'd already agreed that the one
thing their place had to have was a roof deck, so they could always see the
stars at night.
Some things you
don't just leave behind.
FIN