The Way Of Things: Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of it's characters, I am not making any money off of this and am merely borrowing the characters for a bit.
This story was written in response to a prompt on LJ which asked for Jim and Spock MPREG where the pregnant one informs the other parent. I have written a chunk of it and so feel ok in publishing the start of it. Please be gentle with me, I'm not the best writer in the world and this hasn't been looked over by anyone else so all mistakes are mine. Also I'm stating from the start off that I have a very busy life that leaves only one or two hours a week in which I can write so please be warned of that before you start. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the begining as I enjoyed writing this.
Warnings: MPREG and K/S, so if those bother you please don't read this story.
Spock clutched at the fabric of his Academy hoodie, he shouldn't have come out. He'd known something was amiss when he had left the lab, but had dismissed it as a side effect of the experiment and felt it would resolve itself in due course.
He had left the lab and gone straight to his dorm room, he had not felt like eating (although he knew he should). On the way back one of his classmates from the engineering track had invited him out for a drink. He knew his Mother worried about his social interactions, so he felt it would be logical to acquiesce to the invitation (his classmate was not objectionable and he had enjoyed some interesting discourse with him in the past). He had made plans to meet in a local bar and then left his classmate. He had then meditated for two point four hours before he had readied himself to leave his room. He had felt cold so had put an extra layers on.
He walked to the bar and as he walked he started to shiver, he continued on his way theorizing that the warmth of the bar would offset the chill. He entered the bar and spied his classmate at a corner booth, he was surrounded by various other cadets from a number of different tracks; he had interacted with a few of them and like his classmate felt that they were not objectionable to interact with. The discourse of the evening should prove interesting, and, he hoped that it would prove to be a distraction until he had warmed sufficiently.
The evening was progressing acceptably, the conversation had been stimulating if not loud. Some aspects of it had confused him but the subjects had moved on at a pace that it was not long before he was able to contribute again.
His health however was a concern, he had not warmed up and his chill had progressed into minor shivers. He asked the boy who was sat next to him if he could move closer to the heater. The cadet was kind and let him.
He ordered a tea and held the cup in his hands trying to absorb the heat.
Everything was loud, too loud. He wanted to reach out and put his hand over peoples mouths in order to quiet them.
His mind felt sluggish; he only listened to his companions discourse.
Why was it so cold.
He no longer too notice of his companions.
He felt suffocated and hot, everything was bearing down on him. He wanted to escape.
He was cold, the shivers wracked his body. The lights were very bright, why didn't they turn down the lights.
Someone touched his shoulder, he growled. He should not be touched; how dare they!
Control, he must gain control.
Breathe, in…out…..in…..out.
He apologuised, he was not in proper health. He must leave, he should not be seen like this.
Breathe, in….out…..in…out.
He bid goodbye to his companions stating the need to seek medical advice.
He stood up from the table.
His hands shook.
This could not be happening, why was this happening, he should have been spared, he needed more time, he had no one to help him, what could he do.
Breathe, in…..out….in…out.
He burned, his blood was like molten lava running through his veins.
Control, he must gain control.
Why was everything so bright, his head ached.
Fear deep in his soul. This is the Vulcan heart, this is the Vulcan soul.
Where was his mate, why weren't they here.
Never and always touching and touched.
He needed to leave, put one foot in front of the other.
The night air, it smelled of sweat and sex. It clung to his nostrils.
Right….left…..right….left.
We meet at the appointed place….yet they wouldn't…..she had demanded to be released.
He was not worthy she had said, so he was to burn and die in the dust abandoned and alone.
Parted from me and never parted.
He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry.
Breathe, in…..out….in….out.
Bodies crushed into his, people laughing and joking.
Their laughter was for him.
Right….left…right….right, no…left…right….left….right.
He walked, the route familiar. What was he to do?
He craved….he burned…he was blind and there was no one to lead him home.
The darkness closed in on him, his heart drowned.
There was laughter, none for him, where was his joy?
There was a voice that cut through the noise, it captured him.
His nostrils flared, sunshine after the rain, a light in the dark.
It fell into him, heaven fell into his lap and a hand clasped his.
Oh…
It's you….
You're here…
Into the darkness there shone a light, and water quenched the heat in his veins. His mind unhindered arched towards the spark and here was sweet relief.
This is the Vulcan heart, this is the Vulcan soul.