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The Psi 2000 virus had hit the ship for a second time. McCoy had once more been able to cure the whole ship, using the air vents of course. The Vulcan's eyes fluttered open. Disoriented for a moment, he'd forgotten what had happened. When his eyes fell on a small black box ,still unopened , it came flooding back. The virus , walking the halls and…..Christine!!!
Quietly , Spock sat up. Christine's beautiful hair was messy , her arms were wrapped around her knees. She was so lost in thought , he startled her accidentally when he touched her shoulder.
"Christine? Is something wrong?" He asked.
"Last night….you said you loved me…and you asked me to marry you….but when I woke up I realized it was just the virus talking," the nurse explained, her voice so low he almost couldn't hear her.
After a short pause, he wrapped his arms around her bare shoulders. He could hear her heart-beat. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard. When he finally spoke ,his voice was gentle and serious.
"Christine, when Vulcans do fall in love , we don't take it lightly. I am unsure of whether you'll believe me or not when I tell you this , but when I said 'I love you' ,I meant it and I still do. My heart has always been yours. At first , I was blind to it, but after the first incident with this virus ,I realized I couldn't ignore it anymore. But I had to keep you at arms length …. Because of T'Pring. I didn't want to hurt you," the Vulcan paused, unsure of what to say next.
A heavy silence fell over them. Christine's hands touched his arms gently. When she didn't speak right away, Spock took the small box from where it had been sitting and continued.
"I remember everything from last night. When I asked you to marry me , you said yes. My proposal still stands , but I must know ," he said, " is your answer still yes?"
Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the ring. She was left speechless for a moment. When she finally could speak ,Christine could only say one word : yes.
Spock shifted in his sleep as McCoy placed the wet cloth back on the Vulcan's forehead. McCoy always dreaded the sound of a door opening. He feared that it would mean another three days of torture for his friend. Spock's fever was still very high and he was delirious. In his fevered state the Vulcan had called out for people : Kirk , Christine, his parents, his brother and McCoy .
Spock never woke from his sleep, even with all the conversation all around him. There were 13 floors in the prison : the basement , the processing floor (1st floor), the detention levels (floors 2-11) and the torture room, (floor 12).
McCoy was to worried to sleep much. The lines that were once etched in the Vulcan's face were gone. Now that he was clean ,somewhat, Spock had the face of a young man. That De-ager thing had done it's job.
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Kirk looked over all the reports for a second time , making sure he didn't miss anything. "He'd developed a habit of pacing over the last few days" He didn't sleep or eat much, and frankly ,he didn't care much about either . He was far too worried. Starfleet had ordered them to investigate a strange message from a small moon near the ion storm. Uhura was still trying to decipher it. Nothing seemed to be going right.
Kirk laid his head down on his arms as they sat folded on his desk. His head felt like it was in a vice. He was under massive amounts of pressure. Sulu did most of the leading now ,seeing as Kirk was unable to concentrate. The captain massaged his temples ,once again hoping the landing party was alive and how they could be rescued.
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Spock had woken up ,and although the Docter had offered him food, he refused. He had no appetite. Still feeling sore all over, he inquired about a mirror. He wanted to see for himself what that foul machine had done. He laid the mirror on his lap. For twelve hours he was strapped onto that machine and twelve years had been lost. Now he was twenty-eight again. The door clanged opened , and two guards entered. He knew why they were there and he was ready.
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