Please Tell My Wife

Chapter Two

Viewing the assignment he had to discharge as a direct order, Spock was dressed in his dress uniform as he approached the admiral's quarters and hesitated at the door. His acute hearing picked up voices.

"No, Mom, No. I will not be coming home. I have a bridge posting aboard The Enterprise. It is completely separate from my… marriage to James. Please Mom, don't do this to me, I cannot stand it…he then hears a sob.

He mustered all his control so as to not break down the door and go to aid her. After hearing the conversation he decided it was not the best time to see her and convey the message sent to her by her husband. After changing, he went to the bridge and relieved Sulu, his mind imagining the turmoil and hurt his friend's widow must be suffering.

This was a very unusual voyage for the Enterprise. The bridge crew were all the original members who had gone off of active duty, kept their commissions, married, bonded, raised families, worked for Star Fleet in ground capacities and then decided to take one more trip together before, as they said, they would be "throwing in the towel'. Admiral James T. Kirk had arranged this little 'farewell party' and now he was gone, leaving a widow, five grown children, four sons and a daughter all but one were married with children.

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James T. Kirk had married what Terrans would have called 'the girl of his dreams'. Spock was not just thinking of James' dreams, for he had had dreamed of her also, many, many times, he eventually had stopped counting. He had to acknowledge that his Vulcan reserve had prevented him from verbalizing any such inclination and that is where James T. Kirk had 'picked up the slack'. Tilting his head to the right as he was musing Spock was surprising himself with all the hyperboles that kept coming to his mind, they certainly were not indicative of his Vulcan nature. He had to admit, he had been Nyota's apt student in these areas of those expression. She had been his TA for three out of her four years at The Academy.

Kirk had started out his first year as a notorious womanizing, and finally had settled down to be a truly brilliant student who attracted Nyota with his gift of humor. His was lightening quick and intellectually as sharp as a Vulcan ahn'oahr (double-edged sword). On a few occasions Spock had to prevent himself from responding with a slight upturn of his lips while listening to some of Kirk's brilliant deduction revealed in classroom discussions.

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And so, upon graduation Nyota Uhura and James T. Kirk were married, and assigned to The Enterprise. After a series of unprecedented heroic events and Captain Pike's serious injury, James T. Kirk was catapulted into the captain's chair, a place Spock never had desired or aspired to.

After their five year mission Spock returned to Star Fleet to teach again. Up unto that point in his life, studies were his main focus since so far he never had to address the Vulcan male's burden of Pon Farr. Many times he had thought to himself,

'Who could I turn to on to assist me in that time? His thoughts always turned to Nyota but that was as impossible as attempting to touch a star…to touch her in that way, up until this point in time, would be equivalent to mutiny.

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Even when on Terra, the bridge crew and their families were in close contact with one another. At their 'get-togethers' Spock ended up as the only single male in the group of males who eventually became settled senior Star Fleet Officers. He never allowed his eyes to linger on her, nor did he go out of his way to be alone with her. He was, at all times a respected and valuable member of 'the crew'. With shielded eyes he watched her grow more beautiful with age, more valuable as a person, as a communications officer and teacher and most of all, invaluable as a wife and at time her husbands adviser.

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Kirk and Nyota were never demonstrative in public but he could only imagine how those imposed constraints changed behind closed doors. Although he had never obtained the heights that could be reached within the confines of passion, Spock was not a prude, nor inexperienced in the areas of sexual release. The fact was since his heart was always left out of any experience, for his heart had only been touched by the one who was his captain's wife…now widow. He bowed his head a again his thoughts of long ago returned to him coupled with the more recent ones…he would follow his captain's orders to the letter...

'Make certain she comes to no harm. As my friend, I can trust you to take care of her for me.'

He would indeed do so, if she allowed him. His approach would have to be in the form of a request or a promise…perhaps on occasion enjoying tea and conversation. Carefully picking subjects that could be discussed that would not cause her pain. He wanted to fit into her present life without strain or struggle. He had not as yet figured out the details, but when he saw in her the strength to hear the words he must convey to her, he would do so without intruding on her privacy.

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Surprisingly it was not a move on his part that brought about the revelation of James T. Kirk's final thoughts. He was seated in his quarters, reading some ancient Vulcan poetry, when he heard a slight tap at his door. His heart stood still, for he sensed her presence on the other side of the door and he heard himself utter,

"Enter."

She had never been in his quarters before and stood at the threshold awaiting further instructions. He rose from his seat and walked to the door with his hand extended to take her elbow in his grip.

"Please be seated."

Her head was bowed as she whispered,

"You were there, Spock tell me everything."

He stood and walked to the other side of the room and closed his eyes.

"Are you certain?"

She nodded.

He started his narrative. By its conclusion she was on his couch almost curled up into herself. He knew he had to convey her husband's personal wishes for her at that point in time so he said,

"James left me instructions to convey to you."

"How like him," she said.

"What did he wish for me?"

"Live Long and Prosper', were the instructions he asked me to convey to you and his children. His request for me was that I look after you and your children and grandchildren to insure his family's safety. He also instructed that you be assured of his love for you.

I will ask you now Nyota, What can I do to assist you at this time? I promised him that I would carry out his wishes even at the loss of my own life. Although the entire ship is tuned to your continued safety, it is I that have been entrusted with your perpetuity and possible happiness."

He waited for her response.

"You are a great friend, Spock. I guess when the shock of all this wears off, on occasion, I will need your shoulder to cry on. You will allow me this?"

"My quarters are always open to you. I will adjust my entrance code to allow you admission as you see fit. Come, I will return you to your quarters."

She then looked up at him and said,

"I do not wish to stay there any longer…too many memories. May I exchange quarters with you since you are now in the captain's chair."

"If that will provide comfort for you, let it happen as you see fit."

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She nodded as they exited the cabin to make arrangements for the exchange of housing arrangements. He uncharacteristically patted her hand as a means of offering comfort and thought of how effortlessly he had been able to perform it and she had been accepting of it. If that was any indication, it was a start to something comforting in the future.

It became habit that they shared many meals together. She recalling experiences either from their days at The Academy, or domestic life, her children or life now aboard The Enterprise. Spock was always a very patient listener.