A/N: Sorry it's been sometime before I updated. Luckily writers block was blown to pieces and left me with even more ideas. Chapter Five is probably the darkest one of the story.
Chapter Four
When Christine woke the next morning her head was pounding with pain; her mouth was dry and the feeling of nausea was mind bending. Sitting up only made the room spin around her the bile in her throat rise in her throat. On top of the dresser sat a hypo that most likely held a cure for her hang over. She grabbed it and put in her upper arm. Within a few seconds the pain and nausea stopped. She remember the night before when Spock had come to her when she was hysterical, he had comforted her and held her until she had fallen sleep. It brought a smile to her face knowing that he truly cared about her. A thought popped into her brain freezing her movements. He had forbidden her to drink liquor last night. She stood and walked to her dresser. Grabbing a fresh uniform she began to dress. She noticed that her bra was extra tight than usual, she went to put it on when she lightly knocked her breast causing a dull ache spread through her chest.
She wasn't on Duty for another three hours so she headed to the rec room. She sat at a table with Rand who was applying make-up. Rand ignored her still pissed off from Christine's less than friendly attitude yesterday. Marlena walked in with Uhura both going past her without an form of acknowledgment, Christine didn't care she liked the quiet. Without warning the nausea swooped over her claiming her as she ran to the nearest trash can. After dry heaving for a few minutes the others stopped and watched her. She left to go to the mess hall. Get something in her stomach in case the need arises for more throwing up they would be more than just dry heaves.
After finishing her food she sat and relaxed praying that the nausea was gone for good. She began to rethink her morning: she woke with a hangover, took a hypo, her breasts were swollen and sore, and now the vomiting. Fuck. Her heart rate began to rise as she her temperature became more and more uncomfortable. No way. This was not happening. It couldn't! He is a hybrid and most hybrids are sterile! She was going to find him chop his dick off and throw him out the airlock. Pregnancies never made to full term, the woman would be lucky if the fetus made it past the first month. Abortions by acid being poured into the woman's cervix are mandatory, the acid not only kill the baby but turns the whole reproductive system to mush; after the procedure the liquid simply drains out the vagina for three to four agonizing days.
She stood up and stalked out of the room. She headed straight for Spock's quarters to give him a peace of her mind. His guards stood outside and were not happy to deal with Christine. Especially in her over emotional state of mind.
"I need to speak with Commander Spock." Christine stated.
"Is he expecting you Nurse?" said the shorter one.
"No but I have a important item to discuss with him and I must see him now!"
Before things go further the door opened and Spock invited her inside. She stood angrily in front of his desk watching him. He gestured to a seat but she shook her head. Spock realized that she had figured out the situation and sat down preparing himself for the emotion rampage of a pregnant human woman.
"You!" Christine yelled. "Are you out of your fucking mind? How could this happen? And you knew last night didn't you! Son of a bitch! First off how did this happen?"
"Christine you are aware of how reproduction works."
"Yes but I assumed that since you were a hybrid that you were sterile."
Spock arched an eyebrow. "Indeed?"
"Yes!" Christine began to cry. "This can't be real. I must be dreaming. Maybe I can get McCoy to discreetly take care of it without the system destroying acid. That's the best bet for the future."
"You wish to terminate the pregnancy?"
"Spock it's the only way to survive."
"I cannot allow that."
"You can't allow it?"
"Vulcans hold all life sacred even those of the unborn."
"Fucking figures." she plopped onto a chair wiping tears from her eyes. "At some point I want children and the acid will forever prevent that."
Spock took her hand in his sitting down next to her. "That will not happen."
she scoffed turning her head. "Listen I know your the first officer but Kirk makes the final decision on that subject and all subjects really. The only way you could change things is if you killed Kirk and you won't do that because unlike most shitheads on this star ship you have a kindness to you."
'Keep this between us for the time being and I shall mediate on it."
"I can try but working in sick bay may not be the best. Being around the censor readings."
He wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder resting her hand on her abdomen. He placed his hand over hers and kissed the top of her head.
"You know for a stoic emotionless Vulcan asshole you sure are sweet." she laughed softly. "So about this bond or link or something what does it mean? I know that I'm your wife in Vulcan ways but does it also count on Earth?"
"You are my wife but we should go to Vulcan at the soonest time possible to have a formal ceremony and cement the bond."
'And I can hear your thoughts in my head? Communicate without actual words? This will make things easier when speaking about the baby.' Christine thought to Spock.
'Indeed. As I'm sure you have discovered we can also sense each others moods or emotions.'
She gazed into his eyes feeling silly and lightheaded. Her hand touched his cheek then traced from his jar to the tip of his ear with her finger. He took her chin and leaned down gently connecting their lips. Christine's body lit up with a dizzying desire to touch more of his skin. He began to lean her back his lips never leaving hers. With one hand on the back of neck his arms slipped around her waist pulling her tighter against him. Christine could feel his need for her the aching need to take her right there. She moaned softly parting her lips letting him taste her. Christine became adventurous feeling his hard cock against her pubic bone reaching down and into his pants she cupped it and slowly stroked it. His hold on her tightened his breath catching in his throat groaning eyes staring into hers.
" T'hy'la..." he whispered putting his fingers on the psi points.
"Wait!" she said smiling. "I have to be on duty soon we don't have time for this."
Spock sat up straight his eyes pleading. She sat up and kissed him sweetly both hands on his chest. Sucking softly on his bottom lip before getting up. He shifted unpleasantly his erection still hard and unyielding. Christine looked at him sadly. She decided to give him a appetizer until the night came. She smiled and went down on her knees crawling between his legs. Looking up seductively she pulled the waist band of his pants down exposing his hardness. She took it in her hand worked her hand up and down the length slowly the tip of her tongue teasing the sensitive head. Licking the slick liquid from the top she took him into her mouth. His eyes closed his head rolled back growling softly.
The taste of him sent wave upon wave of euphoria through her as she sucked and licked the length. Her mouth was so warm and tight he tried to control himself only to fail. She hummed her lips vibrating around him. The new feeling took him close to the edge. She looked at him one last time before taking his entire length into her mouth. Her throat muscles spasm flung him over the edge his member twitching as he came, she swallowed moaning and licking her lips.
"...Christine..." he said softly. "Why did you preform fellatio?"
"First off Spock it's called a blow job don't refer to it as fellatio. This isn't science class." Christine replied. "Also it's what humans do when there isn't enough time for sex."
"Indeed."
"I'll come here tonight after my shift."
She left smirking all the way to sick bay. She bumped into Kirk who grinned at her. He took her in his arms pulling her roughly against her. She tried to pull away only to have him bite her neck. Kicking and throwing punches she wiggled free pushing Kirk away from her. He grabbed her ass and whistled.
"You know I'd tear you apart, fuck you so hard you'd be in sick bay for weeks." Kirk said.
"Don't touch me!" Christine snapped walking away.
"What you'll fuck my first officer but you won't fuck me?"
Christine stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to face Kirk.
"Ah so it is true." Kirk laughed. "Just give me a com when you want a REAL MAN."
Her eyes narrowed every ounce of her wanted to attack him. Knock his teeth out of his over confident mouth.
'T'th'ya don't indulge him.' Spock's voice came inside her mind.
Taking a deep breath she frowned and left. The silence frustrated Kirk as he watched her. She was a sexy vixen and probably a great lay. He wanted her body badly. What the fuck did Spock have that he didn't? Spock wasn't even fully human! Bullshit! He was the Captain and he would take what he wanted! He will have Christine and he would have her soon.
"Hey we got some new patients." McCoy said as Christine entered sick bay. "Three actually, Yeomen Laura Davis, Ensign Eric Mayor, and lastly Engineer Micheal Lynn."
"I'll take Yeomen Laura Davis." Christine said her voice hard. "What happened to her?"
"Eh she was raped by a superior officer." he replied handing over the data padd. "She was found unconscious in a jefferies tube."
Christine stood beside a biobed looking down at the young woman. Blood seeped through the skirt of her uniform dark bruises had formed on the bare skin. The girl trembled praying softly. Her right eyes was swollen shut jaw broken and deep fingernails wounds on her breasts. It broke Christine's heart seeing a girl so young in sickbay. What is the child she carried was a girl? What if she and Spock's daughter was in this girls situation? The color drained from Christine's face as she began sobbing into her palms. Damn pregnancy hormones!
"Christine are you crying?" McCoy asked putting a hand on her shoulder.
"No." she sniffled.
The levels above the bed dropped to bottom as Laura stopped breathing. Christine looked at her holding her small hand for a few seconds as another round of sobs took her.
"Christine you're not well, I'm putting you off duty for a couple days." McCoy said softly.
Christine shook her head and left McCoy standing in confusion. She went to the mess to grab a snack, but the moment the smell hit her it triggered her nausea to come back. She ended up in her quarters tucked under her blankets switching between anger and sadness.
'Spock?' she tried to find him through the link. 'I've been put on medical leave. I'm terrified and I need you. Where are you?'
'I am on the bridge I can not come to you at the moment. I shall come to you after my shift. For now rest my wife.' he responded through the link.
'I think I may be falling in love you...my husband' she thought smiling.
'I hold you in high regard as well my wife.'
Rolling her eyes she giggled. Damn Vulcan logic. She fell into a light sleep dreaming of the new life within her. Maybe things would work out. She knew Spock would be a wonderful father to their child but she was unsure of herself. But for now she was happy and it felt good.
If she only knew the darkness ahead...
