Series: Trek Pod
Title: The Consequences of the Down Low
Summary: "I love Spock. I really do. However, I know he is cheating on me with Jim. If he's going to get his, I'm going to get mine."
This is the first story in my new Trek Pod series. Basically it is a series of unrelated one shots based on songs found on my iPod. I did this last year with High School Musical and it was really fun because I got to try out lots of different plot lines. One thing I'm doing differently this time is I'm posting the stories separately to allow for multiple ratings and pairings. The first story in this series is based on the TLC song Creep. This is the result of listening to my iPod while writing the 10 signs stories.
This story is specifically inspired by the lines below:
"I love my man with all honesty
But I know he's cheatin' on me
I look him in his eyes but all he
Tells me is lies to keep me near
I'll never leave him down though
I might mess around it's only
'Cause I need some affection oh "
The title comes from the chorus:
"Just keep it on the down low
Said nobody is supposed 2 know"
Yes, I am familiar with the more contemporary meaning of the term down low.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Track. I'm just the latest person to reinterpret the material. Unfortunately, I'm not being paid to do it.
Rated: for sexuality and language
Pairings: S/U K/S U/others
Bones serves as the voice of reason in this story even though he is not sleeping with anyone.
Warning: Sexual situations of multiple orientations, infidelity
She sat alone in this dark place reflecting on how she got to this point in her life. She was sitting in a bar alone on shore leave where she knew no one else from the ship would even think about coming. She wanted no one to witness what she did this night. She was on her third or fourth drink of the evening. She really didn't keep count. She seriously doubted anybody would recognize her anyway with blond extensions, wearing come fuck me hills, and a dress so tight that it seems like it was painted on her.
She didn't want anybody to recognize her. That was the whole point of this little exercise. If anybody recognized her, he or she would most likely tell her boyfriend and their commanding officer that she spent half the night grinding against some guy or girl she barely knew before he or she went down on her in the ladies room.
Tonight they would specifically tell him about the quickie in the alley outside with that cute Starfleet officer from a different ship that she never got the name of. She gave him a fake name anyway. No one knew who she was and that's exactly what she wanted. She was getting good at creeping around after playing this game for almost a year.
She didn't have to worry about Spock coming down here himself. He was too busy with Jim to care that she wasn't at the club with Christina as she said she would be.
He told her he and Jim needed to stay behind supposedly for some work related reason. She doesn't even bother to remember the specific lies he tells her anymore. She knows whatever he says is a lie. Whoever said, "Vulcans do not lie" obviously never met her boyfriend. He says whatever he needs to keep her near. His eyes told her that every word was untrue. He has been lying to her about his relationship with Jim for over a year.
He was probably buried inside of Jim before she even chose her anonymous hook up for this evening. She knows that their sleeping together. They have been for the last 14 months.
Everything was wonderful in the beginning before the chaos that was the destruction of Vulcan. She and Spock were perfect for each other. He was one of the few men who understood her intellectually. She loved him. She loved him completely. She could not love anyone else.
Then came Jim Kirk. At first, Jim and Spock hated each other. That should have been the first sign that something explosive was going to occur. Spock never hated anyone. Hate was an emotion. Her oh so perfect Vulcan boyfriend couldn't let anybody see he was anything more than a computer unless he was coming inside of him or her.
Two months in to the mission, Spock started making excuses about why they couldn't have lunch together or why he needed to cancel their date. At the same time, they were not even really speaking to each other anymore. Not like they used to back at the academy anyway.
She told herself it was because his mother just died along with most of his species. He was adjusting to everything. That was a pretty little lie she told herself so she could function. It didn't matter anyway because she still loved him.
At first, she ignored the eye sex and the inappropriate touches. She ignored the fact that Spock would rather play chess than spend the night with her. She ignored the obvious lies. She couldn't ignore walking in on Jim with his mouth around a certain part of Spock's anatomy in rec room three when the rest of the ship was enjoying their first shore leave.
She was pissed as hell, but she was too shocked to say anything. They were too caught up with each other to even know she was there. She knew she should end things right then and there but she couldn't. She loved him too much to do that.
She couldn't stay on the ship a moment longer. She went back to her room, put on her sexiest outfit, and went down to the planet to get completely trashed. The alcohol made her feel better, but only momentarily. The attention from other people helped heal her bruised ego.
After you just caught your boyfriend having sex with another man, you need to feel sexy and wanted. When guys started flirting with her that night, she flirted back. When one guy asked her to dance, she agreed. 20 minutes later, she found herself in the ladies room riding the same stranger. It made her feel better to get back at Spock for what he did to her. That's when this whole thing began over a year ago.
Instead of breaking up with Spock, she started looking for attention elsewhere. When he was sleeping around with Jim, she was doing the same. At least in her case, it didn't mean anything. It was never the same person twice. She kept her liaisons as anonymous as possible. She relegated herself to meaningless hookups away from the ship and the occasional tryst with an ambassador's aid.
She never slept with anyone on the crew. If she did, it would most likely get back to Spock and she didn't want that. She didn't want her infidelity to hurt him like his hurt her. She didn't love any of the people she slept with, not as she loved him. Despite the fact she was sleeping around, he was the only one who had her heart.
She was not sure she could say the same about him. She wondered if maybe he did love Jim. She doubted anything would come of it, because Jim Kirk was the universe's biggest closet case. However, she was not leaving Spock until he pushed her away once and for all.
Her plan was perfect. She would get the attention she needed from others and he could continue on with Jim. They would both creep around and nobody would know that they were not the perfect couple. The plan was perfect until she was caught by a certain country doctor.
After her fourth drink of the evening, she left the bar only to return to her room to find a very angry doctor waiting for her outside her hotel room.
"What the fucked do you think you're doing? I thought you loved him." She knew exactly what he was referring to. She quickly ushered him inside her room in case other people from the crew were staying at this hotel.
"I do love Spock." She said shutting the door behind the two of them.
"You have a funny way of showing it. I saw you with that guy at the club. I had Jim Kirk for a roommate at the academy; I know what someone looks like after they just had sex in a supply closet or some other similar location. At least I know why you asked Christina for all of those female condoms. I may not like your computer of a boyfriend, but no one deserves to have their lover sleeping around on him."
"You are right. No one deserves to have his or her lover sleeping around on him or her. Considering he was doing it first, I don't think it matters." She could see the shock on the doctor's face as soon as she said the words.
"What are you talking about?" The doctor asked her still in shock.
"Jim is your best friend and you don't know. I am shocked. Then again, maybe his happy heterosexual act extends to you." She said angrily.
"I am Jim's personal doctor. I know more about his sexual history then he does. I know he has had a boyfriend for the last year on the ship that he will not tell me about. What does Jim have to do with you and Spock?"
"He has everything to do with Spock and me. He is the one that ruined everything. I love Spock. I really do. However, I know he is cheating on me with Jim. Do you really think they are on the ship doing reports right now? I know they are fucking. If he's going to get his, I'm going to get mine." She said angrily to the doctor. How dare he pass judgment on a situation he knows nothing about?
"Just because you think Spock is cheating on you, you're cheating on him. That is what my wife did to me. It turns out the only mistress I had was my career."
"I'm not your ex wife. I seriously doubt she walked in on you getting a BJ from Jim. I've seen them together. I don't think he's cheating on me. I know he's cheating on me."
"My mama always said, "Two wrongs don't make a right". If he is sleeping around, you leave him. You don't sleep around with random people on shore leave. You're only hurting yourself, not him."
"I still love Spock." She said defending her behavior.
"I find that hard to believe, considering your sleeping around. That's not love. I don't even think you're showing love to yourself with your behavior." The doctor scoffed.
"It's the truth. I don't love any of the people I sleep with. I just need the attention. I give them my body, not my heart. As long as he doesn't know what I do it won't hurt him. Everything is fine."
"Stopped deluding yourself. There's a saying back home, "What's done in the dark, will always come to light." This will come to light and when it does it will be an absolute mess. No one will be able to save you." With that, he left her room without saying another word.
Three weeks later, she was still holding her metaphorical breath waiting for the doctor to tell Spock what she has been doing for the last year. The first day was the worst. She spent the whole day waiting for Spock to confront her. He never said anything. Three weeks later, he still hasn't said anything to her and neither has the doctor. She didn't bother to ask him why until today during her semiannual physical.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why haven't you told Spock about what you saw at the club three weeks ago?"
"That's between you and Spock. I'm your doctor, not a relationship counselor. Although, talking to one of those may not be such a bad idea. I am testing you for every single STI imaginable. Who knows what you picked up."
"I'm careful. I always use protection."
"How can you be careful when you're having sex with random people at clubs and bars? Condoms don't protect you against all STIs."
"If I'm positive for anything, you'll need to check Jim and Spock for it to. If I have something, it probably came from Jim." She said bitterly.
"Jim has only slept with one person in the last year. You're the one with multiple partners. Do you even know how many? Let's just wait to the tests come back before we pass judgment on anyone."
When he came back with the results 30 minutes later he looked grim. Great she probably contracted a new alien strain of HIV that they did not have a cure for yet.
"I told you, "What's done in the dark, will always come to light." Did I mention those condoms you picked up from Christina were recalled because of a defect in the program to create them? We just found out today, otherwise I would have given you an emergency contraceptive and an antibiotic the moment you came back on the ship. I should have done that anyway. I know you're not using anything else. Congratulations, you are pregnant. According to the test so far, your child is approximately three weeks old and 100% human."
"Fuck"
A/N: I intended for this to be a one shot. However, a very important question came up when I was writing this: how exactly do you hide the fact that you're having random sexual encounters from your touch telepath boyfriend? The answer is you don't. If this gets enough interest, I may do a follow-up story if I can find the right song.