Resolution: A Sequel To Absolution

by LyricalTorrent

A sequel to Absolution. If you haven't read Absolution, this story may not make total sense. It starts immediately after the events Absolution. Snot-of-the-Dragon found a error in ch 1 which I have fixed. Thanks SotD!

4. Chapter 4

"T'hy'la," Jim's voice said softly, his hand stroking the Vulcan's chest.

"Yes, love," Spock responded, slowly opening his eyes to drink in the sight of his Human, his face still pink from sleep, his eyes only half open.

"It's time to get up," Jim said, wishing it weren't so.

"Yes," Spock acknowledged, kissing his head as Jim snuggled up against his neck. "Did you wake by yourself?"

"Yeah. The drug must have worn off. I don't remember sleeping. And I'm sure I didn't dream."

"You did not dream," Spock confirmed. "I apologize for not waking first so that I could make your coffee."

Jim smiled against Spock's skin at that, licking him quickly. "You aren't my yeoman. I'll survive without coffee until after we shower."

"Very well," Spock said, slowly sitting up as Jim did. Spock studied his love's face, seeing some lines of tension but his thoughts reflected no agitation.

"I'm fine. Angry. Well, pissed. But mostly I'm glad this stupid inquiry is starting so it will be done with," Jim said, kissing Spock quickly.

"Yes, anger is an appropriate way to feel about this," Spock agreed, leaving the bed and waiting for Jim.

"Can you tell if the crew is worried?" Jim asked as he tended to his body's needs while Spock started the shower.

"I am unable to discern their feelings. When we share breakfast, I will have some idea of their reaction to all that is occurring."

"Okay. Did you sleep last night?"

"I did. I am surprised that you woke first," Spock said as he stepped into the shower, waiting as Jim joined him.

"You're wearing your dress uniform to the inquiry, right?" Jim asked as Spock scrubbed him.

"I had planned to so," Spock confirmed.

"You probably should. Even though you aren't the one who is subject to this ridiculous kangaroo court."

"Kangaroo court?"

"An expression for making a mockery of the judicial process. Generally when the outcome isn't in doubt because those holding the trial have already decided on the guilt of the one on trial," Jim explained.

"Then it does not describe these circumstances," Spock corrected. "There is no doubt concerning the lack of your guilt."

"It's still used when someone plans to make a mockery of the process," Jim said with a shrug.

"Hardly matters," Spock decided.

"It doesn't," Jim agreed. When they were scrubbed and rinsed, they left the shower to dry off and get ready before going to Officers' Mess in their dress uniforms. They found Scotty and Bones already at his table, wearing their dress uniforms. Kyka and Lyryk were also at his table, eating breakfast.

"We aren't late, are we?" Jim asked in some concern, standing next to his table.

"Not at all," Bones assured him.

"We slept too many hours yesterday, in trying to adjust," Kyka explained, smiling up at Jim. Her eyes reflected her appreciation of the Captain's dress uniform and the way in which it conformed to his body. Her gaze was more intimate than at any time when he had been bare before her. He didn't mind that she obviously like the way his dress uniform fit him but her thoughts weren't altogether appropriate.

//She has fine taste, t'hy'la,// Spock told him with great warmth.

//Stop that. It's embarrassing enough that she's looking at me that way. What must Lyryk think?//

//From his expression, I would surmise that he agrees with her assessment,// Spock responded, making Jim sorry he had asked.

"We'll be back shortly. Can we get anyone something else to eat?" Jim offered, very much wanting to distract Kyka and Spock from those particular thoughts. They all declined anything further so he and Spock crossed over to the dispensary, Jim reluctantly requesting decaf coffee.

"It will not be much longer before you can drink regular coffee again," Spock reminded him.

"I know," Jim said with a shrug, crossing back over to his table and sitting next to Kyka, Spock across from him. "Have the technicians started the repairs, Scotty?"

"Yes, sir. They said we'll need to evacuate in 12 days. A little sooner than we thought," Scotty said.

"I didn't expect you would want to leave your engines to them to come to the inquiry," Jim said with a smile for his Chief.

"It will only be for today, sir. I will take the stand if they allow it," Scotty said firmly.

"I appreciate it, Scotty. Did you tell Lt. Matherson when we'll be evacuating?"

"Not yet, sir. I wanted to make sure you knew the timeline. They said we'll need to be off ship for a maximum of four days," Scotty said.

"Alright," Jim acknowledged. "Tell Matherson to make the announcement. Then he can make the arrangements for those who are leaving the Station."

"Aye, sir," Scotty agreed. "Are you staying here?"

"I believe so, Scotty. Since we can't get to Earth or Vulcan in that amount of time," Jim said.

"You are welcome to come with us to Leferson, Captain," Kyka said. "To visit."

"I'll need to think about that," Jim responded with a smile that failed to reach his eyes.

"Yes, I understand," she said. "We'd be honored to have you come with us."

"Thank you," Jim replied, looking over at Spock. //I don't know if … //

//It is very complex,// Spock agreed. //You would be able to talk with Bellarosa.//

//Yes. But if any of the children born from my sperm were around, well… //

//It isn't necessary to decide right now, t'hy'la.//

//Thankfully.// He concentrated on the food which held no appeal to him but he knew he'd hear from Bones if he didn't at least try to eat. The others were discussing the difficulties in achieving interstellar travel, Scotty explaining some of the aspects that would take the most expertise.

"Yes, Chief, we had considered that," Kyka said. "We aren't quite sure what we will do to overcome those challenges."

"Captain," Spock said respectfully, fully aware that Jim was no more interested in his breakfast than he had been in his lunch the day before. "It is 07:20, sir."

"Thank you," Jim said, standing and waiting as Kyka also stood. "We'll see you later."

"Good luck," Bones said, watching Jim and Kyka leave. "Is he okay, Spock?"

"He is angry, Doctor. He is not overly concerned," Spock assured those still at the table.

"Your Captain is a fine man," Lyryk observed.

"We think so," Scotty agreed for them all.

"Kyka told me a little about him while he was on our plant," Lyryk told them. "She felt a great respect for him. Even with the uncomfortable circumstances he found himself in, he was not unkind or disparaging to Kyka or the other two scientists."

"He is a man of remarkable patience," McCoy agreed.

"And amazing strength of will," Scotty added.

"Yes," Lyryk agreed. "These are among the reasons that they chose your Captain."

"So he was taken on purpose?" Scotty asked.

"Yes, sir. He possesses all of the traits that we would like to continue in our children and their children."

"He's a lot shorter than you are," McCoy said lightly.

"Yes," Lyryk agreed with a smile. "We did not say he is perfect."

"Very nearly," Scotty said.

"The Captain suggested that time is not linear on Leferson," Spock said. "Can you explain the temporal distortions? Are they intentional?"

"Yes, Commander. For the most part, our time is much like yours. There are those occasions when time is caused to loop back on itself. Your Captain was only on our planet one of our days. Kyka, Bella, and the other two women were engaged in their normal lives until they stepped back into the Captain's days. Each visit was a quarter hour later, as they could not be with him at the same moment each trip," Lyryk explained.

"How do you alter time for your own purposes?" Spock asked.

"I do not understand the mechanics of it, Commander. There are only a few women entrusted with that knowledge. Kala Korena and Kalanan Zarensa know. I'm uncertain who else knows."

"I see," Spock said.

"Can you go forward in your time to when you already have interstellar travel and bring it back to your present?" Scotty asked.

"It doesn't seem to function that way, sir. The future cannot inhabit the past. I can't explain it any better than that. Kyka understands more of it than I but she doesn't know all the particulars."

The three men exchanged a glance, no words spoken. There seemed to be nothing to say in response to his explanation, nothing of any importance at any rate.

//That's not especially helpful, is it?// Jim asked with humor bubbling across the bond.

//It was not. Are you with Clark?//

//Not yet. We'll be there momentarily. When are you coming across?//

//When you have finished with Clark. I will come buy your a cup of coffee if there is time,// Spock promised.

//Good. I cannot possibly go to Leferson when we evacuate.//

//I understand. I believe her offer was sincere and a sign of her appreciation.//

//Yes. And I would like to see Bella. But not at the price of having to return to their planet,// Jim said.

//We will remain here. I will rent us a hotel room under an assumed name and not tell anyone where we are,// Spock said with his own amusement transmitting to Jim.

//That is an excellent plan,// Jim said in approval. //We're at Clark's. I'll let you know when you can come.//

//Thank you, t'hy'la.//

"Thank you," Bones was saying to Lyryk. "These dress uniforms could be more uncomfortable but it would be hard."

"Aye, Doctor, that is the truth of it," Scotty agreed. "You're wearing your dress uniforms for your wedding, Commander?"

"We are. We are changing into civilian dress for the celebration. The crew will be invited to dress informally as well."

"Good," Bones said in approval. "I don't want to be in this straight-jacket any longer than I have to."

"Neither do I," Scotty agreed.

"Have you written your vows yet, Spock?" McCoy asked.

"I have not. I am planning to find an appropriate Vulcan poem to share."

"In Vulcan?" Bones laughed.

"I will also translate it into standard, Doctor," Spock said.

"Has the Captain written his?" Scotty asked.

"I do not believe so. We have not discussed the particulars."

"What is a Human wedding like?" Lyryk asked in curiosity.

Bones and Scotty explained most of the rituals involved, also explaining the celebration which would follow. "How's it done on Leferson?" Bones asked.

"It is between the two lifemates," Lyryk said. "We pledge ourselves to one another."

"Before witnesses?" Scotty asked.

"Not generally. We file our orison with the Vaticinator of our choosing. She may be present at our pledging but it is not required," Lyryk explained.

"Your orison with the Vaticinator?" Bones repeated, wondering if he had suddenly lost his ability to understand the spoken word.

"Their promise or pledge with a…priestess," Spock explained.

"I see," Bones said. "Is priestess the correct translation?" he asked Lyryk.

"We have many guiding mothers, who we call Vaticinator," Lyryk responded.

They continued to chat casually about the difference and similarities in the three cultures represented at the table, discovering more similarities than differences as seemed to often be the case.

"If you will excuse me," Spock said, standing.

McCoy looked up at him, seeing all that was not being said by the Commander. "You goin' to Spacedock?"

"I am."

"We'll see you soon, sir," Scotty said, watching with the others as Spock left the Mess Hall.

//I wish they weren't so worried,// Jim said as he left Clark's office, Kyka by his side.

//It is natural that they would be concerned, love,// Spock assured them.

//I know. We'll meet you in the coffee shop on the sixth floor,// Kirk said, telling Kyka where they were going to wait.

//Very well. Are you purchasing your own coffee?// Spock asked as he entered the turbolift to go to the cross-over.

//Yes. And it's going to be real. I don't care if I can't sleep tonight,// Jim told him.

//We will sleep. Once the inquiry is behind you, sleep will not elude you.//

//Could you hear how incredulous Kyka was when Clark explained about the Prime Directive?//

//I was aware of your reaction to her reaction. If she holds the opinion that Admiral Hershfield is one brick shy of a load, I concur.//

//One brick shy of a load?// Jim laughed. //You've been spending way too much time listening to Bones.//

//Apparently,// Spock agreed. //You have also been known to engage a colorful metaphor on occasion.//

//I'm not denying that. Do you want a cup of tea?// Jim asked, studying the overly large, overly complicated menu board on display at the coffee shop.

//Yes please. Vulcan spice if it is available.//

//They have it. Do you want anything else?// Jim turned to Kyka to explain some of the choices, recommending the Vulcan spice tea for her as well. It had a pleasing flavor he thought she would find refreshing.

"Thank you, drendla," she agreed, going to sit at one of the tables near the back of the small cafe.

//I do not require any other refreshment at this time,// Spock said as he crossed over to the Spacedock.

//Who is that staring at you?// Jim laughed as he paid for their drinks.

//I do not know.//

//Tell her you're spoken for,// Jim requested.

//She has gone on her way. I will be with you and Kyka momentarily,// Spock said.

//Where are you going?//

//That is not something with which you need concern yourself,// Spock returned before reinforcing his mental barriers.

//'None of your business' works just as well,// Jim laughed, sitting by Kyka and giving her one of the cups of tea.

Spock did not respond and Jim concentrated on Kyka's conversation instead. "Tell me how this Admiral can believe what we required of you violated any Starfleet regulations."

"I still can't understand his reasoning, Kyka. But as I told Clark, Hershfield has never been one of my fans. He has looked for an excuse for several years to bring me up on charges. How he convinced Starfleet this was a legitimate case is beyond me."

"Before we contacted your ship, we researched your service, your official record. You are often commended for exemplary performance, Captain. Is he permitted to simply ignore those citations and bring false charges against you for his own personal reasons?"

"Apparently," Kirk said. "Clark can't figured out why this inquiry is being allowed to take place. I'm hoping the reasons will be made clear."

Kyka shook her head, the small maroon stones at the end of some of her braids coming together to make an almost musical sound.

"Are the number of your braids significant?" the Captain asked out of curiosity. "You have more than Bellarosa did. And the Kala had the most of all."

"They are a sign of… rank, I suppose," she responded. "It is a custom within our people. The position of Kala is signified by the most elaborate braids."

"Is it the rule of your land?"

"It is not codified. It is tradition."

"So if you added more braids and ribbons and stones, would you be in trouble?" Kirk asked.

"My friends and family would tell me that I was being presumptuous. Overstepping my place, as it were."

"Is Bellarosa considered… well, she had only two braids."

"That is her choice, drendla. She prefers the simplicity of fewer braids. They take less time and are easier to maintain. As the lifemate of the next Kala, she could choose to have as many as Zarensa does."

"I see," Jim responded, smiling over at Spock as he entered the cafe.

"Commander," Kyka said, also smiling up at him.

"Kyka, Captain," Spock replied, sitting next to Jim and accepting his cup.

"Why do you call him Captain when you are to be married?" Kyka asked in amusement.

"Tradition," Jim laughed.

"I do not respect him less as my commanding officer in light of our relationship," Spock elaborated.

"Is it complicated? Being in love with your superior?" Kyka asked warmly.

"I have not found it to be so. I am fully cognizant of my duties and responsibilities. Being in love makes me no less obedient. At least I hope it does not," Spock said, gazing at Jim.

"Of course it doesn't," Jim responded with a smile. "We don't have it all worked out just yet but neither of us are worried about it."

"It seems to be working just fine so far," Kyka assured them. "I am very pleased that we will be able to attend your wedding."

"I'm glad you'll be with us too," Jim said.

"Even though you remain angry at me," Kyka said gently.

"I'm not angry with you, Kyka. You did what you had to do. I understand that. I understood it even when I was on your planet."

"But you do not approve of what we did," she said.

"There were other ways to ensure your survival," he agreed. "And as I won't ever have my own children, it does make me… well, I suppose I'm jealous of those fathers who will raise my offspring."

"Would it help you if you were provided a record of some of those children? Or do you prefer that they remain anonymous to you?" she asked.

"I've thought about that since the Kala contacted me," Jim admitted. "Some part of me wants to know. Some other part wants to have nothing to do with those children. Even though half their genes are from me, they aren't really mine. It takes more than chromosomes to make them my children. I don't know what I want to know."

"Understandably," Kyka agreed. "Do you have any interest in knowing, Commander?"

"I only wish to know that which the Captain knows. It is entirely his decision," Spock responded.

She nodded at that, sipping her tea and studying the two men in turn. What she was thinking was hidden from them both.

"Who is caring for your children while you are with us?" Spock asked to fill the silence as much as a desire to know.

"My sister and her lifemate. They live in a villa which adjoins ours. It is often a convenient arrangement for both our families," she said.

"Do they have children?" Spock asked.

"Three. The children often act as they are all brothers and sisters rather than cousins. We are glad that they have one another."

"Is that your only sister or brother?" Jim asked.

"I have a brother also. He and his lifemate live far from us. We visit when we can. When our work allows us to be away," she explained.

Jim nodded at that, being polite if not really interested.

"We should go to the conference room so we will not be late in arriving," Spock said.

"Alright," Jim agreed, collecting the cups and returning them to the counter. They went to the correct floor and directly to the conference room to find the doors standing open. When they entered, they found every available seat taken with members of the crew. The command crew occupied the front row, two seats left open for Spock and Kyka who sat next to Lyryk as Spock sat next to the doctor.

"You okay, Jim?" Bones asked when he paused by their row.

"I'm fine. None of you need to worry," he told all of the crew within listening distance, his assurances reinforced by the smile which spoke of his own confidence in the outcome.

"You canna blame us, Captain. He has no right," Scotty said.

"He has every right, Scotty. That doesn't make what he's doing right," Kirk told them all. He turned to Clark as he entered, going with him to the long table positioned in front of the rows of chairs. He and Clark sat at the table, facing two longer tables pushed together. Three chairs waited behind the tables, placards announcing the Admirals who would certainly arrive soon. There was a single chair between their table and the tables for the Admirals, to be used by whomever was called to testify.

"You aren't nervous, are you, Jimmy?" Clark asked quietly.

"Pissed. At what this is doing to my crew."

"Good. As you should be. Kyka's testimony will put to rest any doubts about your innocence."

"Hershfield may not believe her. But surely the other Admirals will."

Clark nodded at that, everyone automatically rising as the Admirals entered. Hershfield came in first, a look of smug satisfaction plastered on his fleshy face. Admiral Amelia Whitesides followed him, a woman in her late forties, her face unlined and intelligent. Her brown hair was in an elaborate knot at the back of her head, her green eyes surveying the crowded conference room, sweeping all those present with an appraising glance.

Admiral Loretta Heath was the oldest of the three, nearing the age of retirement. Her grey hair was loose down past her shoulders, held back from her face with elaborate combs that sparkled with a multitude of shining stones. When she smiled at those in attendance, her face lit up and a decade was subtracted from her age. Her black eyes shown with intelligence and patience. But those present knew she was not one to suffer fools gladly. Or at all.

"You may be seated," Admiral Heath said when the panel had sat. She tapped the traditional brass bell three times, officially calling the inquiry to order. "We are here today to determine the facts in the case of Captain James T. Kirk, Commanding Officer of USS Enterprise, and those things that occurred during his time on the planet Leferson. Captain Kirk is not on trial. It is our duty to gather information, weigh evidence presented, then recommend concluding action. Any who testifies will be requested to be sworn in, to be honest and forthright. Lt. Rentrow will serve as bailiff." She nodded at the very large man who was standing by the empty chair, a man who was obviously able to keep order under almost any circumstance that might arise.

"We first call Commander Spock," Admiral Heath announced.

Spock rose and made his way to the front, raising his right hand as directed by the bailiff. After promising to speak honestly, he sat in the waiting chair.

"State your name, rank, and current assignment for the record," Lt. Rentrow instructed.

"Spock, Commander, First Officer and Chief Science Officer, USS Enterprise. Serving under Captain James T. Kirk," Spock said.

Rentrow nodded, resuming his stance beside the judges' table.

"Commander Spock, tell us what happened from the time your ship arrived at the planet to the time you left orbit," Admiral Heath instructed.

Spock told them what had occurred, how the Captain had disappeared, his uniform and communicator remaining on board. He described their repeated efforts to contact the planet to no avail, and what it was like when the Captain was finally returned to them.

"What was the Captain's condition when he returned?" Admiral Whitesides asked.

"The Captain was unconscious, Admiral. He was without his uniform and there were abrasions visible on his wrists and ankles," Spock responded.

Admiral Heath looked at the two other Admirals, asking if they wished to address the Commander further. As neither chose to do so, Spock was excused.

"Doctor Leonard McCoy," Admiral Heath said.

The Doctor made his way to the front, also swearing that his testimony would be honest and without prejudice.

"Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer, USS Enterprise. Serving under Captain James T. Kirk," he said for the record.

"Dr. McCoy, describe for us the condition of the Captain when he returned to Enterprise," Admiral Heath directed.

"He remained unconscious for approximately two and a half hours, until he woke on his own. There were significant abrasions and contusions on his wrists and ankles, which he later confirmed were caused by the restraints they had applied. His blood sugar levels indicated he had barely eaten in a week and there were traces of the drug in his system that indicated there had been several such injections previously. There were abrasions on his penis, contusions on his testicles, and some rectal bleeding."

"In your medical opinion, what would have caused the abrasions and bruising to his genitals?" Admiral Hershfield asked, a smug look on his face, making McCoy wish he could hit him. More so than before.

"The abrasions, bruising, and rectal bleeding were consistent with enforced, nonconsensual sexual contact, sir," the Doctor informed them.

"Was there anything else that could have caused these injuries?" Hershfield asked.

"I know of nothing else that would account for the Captain's injuries, sir," McCoy said firmly.

"Could they have been self-inflicted?"

McCoy had to stop a gasp at the Admiral's words, and he knew absolutely that he could not look at Kirk.

"Admiral, that question is entirely inappropriate," Admiral Heath said in quiet rebuke. "You need not respond, Doctor."

"Thank you, Admiral," McCoy said not bothering to hide all of his anger.

"What was your assessment of his mental state, Doctor?" Admiral Whitesides asked.

"He was exhausted, mentally and physically, ma'am. He was angered by the actions of the women on the planet. He had been concerned that those of us on the ship were unable to ascertain if he was alive or unharmed. He slept for most of the first day he was back and resumed command for part of the second day until exhaustion won out. Commander Spock assumed command to enable the Captain to rest and recover his strength."

"The ship's official log records that the Captain was off-ship for only 36 hours, Dr. McCoy. That does not reconcile with your records," Admiral Heath noted.

"The Captain explained that time on Leferson is not always linear, ma'am. He was on their planet seven days. But they returned him only 36 of the ship's hours after they abducted him," McCoy explained.

"And your medical records confirm that his metabolism indicated he was gone for seven days," Admiral Whitesides said.

"Yes, ma'am. We speculated that they had intended to return him right after he was taken but they miscalculated," McCoy said.

"I see," Whitesides said, making a note.

"Anything further?" Heath asked the other two. Neither wished to question the Doctor further and he returned to his seat. "Kyka of Leferson. Will you appear before us?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kyka agreed, coming forward.

"Do you have moral or ethical objections to taking our oath?" Heath asked her kindly.

"I have no objections, Admiral," Kyka assured her, swearing to speak the truth.

"Thank you, Kyka," Heath said when she was seated. "We know almost nothing of Leferson. Could you tell us of your planet?"

"We are very self-contained. We are also very self sufficient. We abhor all forms of violence and developed a shield which prevents anyone from visiting our world without permission. It protects us from outworlders. It also renders most of the men on our planet sterile."

"You invited the Captain and the Commander to visit Leferson," Hershfield stated.

"We invited them under false pretenses, sir. We did not intend to allow Commander Spock to come to our planet. We needed the Captain and brought him down alone."

"You needed the Captain," Admiral Whitesides repeated, an implied question.

"Yes, ma'am. The sterility of our men is threatening our population. We required an influx of viable sperm to ensure our race would continue. We selected Captain Kirk to provide us with that which we required," Kyka explained.

"How did you make your selection?" Heath asked.

"One of our citizens works in Starfleet Headquarters. She recommended the Captain, based on his service record. It was apparent to her that he is honest, intelligent, kind, loyal. All traits we would wish to have in our children," she explained.

"And you were certain that a human's sperm was biologically compatible?" Whitesides asked.

"Yes, ma'am. We had requested information from your Federation about the biology and physiology of humans. With that information, we determined that humans and Lefersons were able to procreate."

"How did you go about collecting the sperm you needed?" Whitesides asked.

"Before I explain, could I request that you ask the Captain if he is comfortable remaining? What we did was necessary but… objectionable in many ways. He may not wish to be forced to relive it through my description," Kyka said, great sympathy in her voice.

Heath nodded, turning her focus on Kirk. "Captain, do you wish to be excused during the rest of Kyka's testimony?"

After glancing at Clark, Kirk slowly stood, looking at Kyka before focusing on the Admiral and her kind face. Spock wrapped him in the warmth of their bond, providing the strength to make his response possible if not entirely true "I appreciate Kyka's concern, Admiral. I request that I be allowed to remain."

"Certainly, Captain. The choice is entirely yours," Admiral Heath confirmed, waiting as the Captain resumed his seat. "Kyka, if you would."

"We brought the Captain down to the Kala's castle into a room we had specially built. It had no door and only a window that looked out on the valley below. The room was 32 meters from the ground. If the Captain had found a way to remove the shatterproof window, he would not have been able to safely scale the wall to the ground. We placed him in restraints, his ankles secured to a bar anchored to the floor. His wrists also had restraints, the chains controlled by a pulley on the ceiling, 6 meters above the floor.

"When we first brought him down, his uniform was left on his ship. Having him unclothed was simpler for us. In the morning and the evening, I would come with two of my staff. Kaylem would give the Captain an injection, to weaken his resistance, to make him compliant. She also inserted the probe into the Captain's body, providing stimulation to his prostrate. Keleih was responsible for creating an erection and collecting his sperm when he found release. By her own admission, she was unskilled at the task she was assigned. She failed to use appropriate lubrication which caused the abrasions to the Captain's penis."

"And the contusions on his testicles?" Admiral Whitesides asked.

"The Captain eventually requested that we not give him the injections. They made him sleep. He said he would cooperate in exchange. He provided Keleih with basic instructions, including manipulating his testicles. She did as he explained but not without bruising the Captain in the learning process."

"So he agreed to comply with your demands?" Hershfield asked, a note of triumphant in his voice.

"Only so that we would no longer administer the injections, Admiral. There was no escape possible for him. He is smart enough to understand that cooperation was fair less taxing than enforced compliance. He also requested that Keleih use lubricant to avoid further damaging his sensitive skin."

"Were you and your staff the only ones with Captain Kirk?" Heath asked.

"Bellarosa was also with him, Admiral. She is a healer, much like your doctors. She cared for the Captain, gave him food which he generally refused, water and coffee to drink. She also tended to his bodily functions and applied cream to his abraded penis."

"No men visited the Captain?" Whitesides asked.

"No ma'am. Ours is a matriarchal society. Men are teachers, care for the children, tend the farms. They are not scientists or healers or in positions that you would call powerful," Kyka explained.

"And why is that, Kyka?" Whitesides asked. "Humans have achieved a level of equality unimaginable a century ago."

"There was a time when men held all of the power, Admiral. They nearly destroyed our planet. The women gained control and the men were subordinated. It was believed that our only chance for survival was to focus our energies on rebuilding, on finding common ground. By making the men secondary, the women were able to achieve these goals. Men are being allowed more opportunities but there is still a fear that if they gain equal status with the women, they will attempt to reintroduce greed and unhealthy competition into our society. These traits have led us to conflict and war in ages past. We wish to avoid allowing history to repeat itself."

"How do the men of your planet feel about their status?" Admiral Heath asked.

"My lifemate, Lyryk, is here, Admiral. He would be better able to answer that than I," Kyka said.

"Admiral," Clark said, rising.

"Yes, Lt. Barrister," Heath responded.

"Is the societal structure of the planet Leferson entirely germane to these proceedings, Admiral?" Clark asked with respect.

"No, I don't suppose that they are. It does provide a more complete picture of life on their planet, however," Heath said thoughtfully. "Unless you have a specific legal objection to the information being introduced, I would like to hear from Lyryk."

"We have no particular objection, Admiral," Clark assured her, resuming his seat.

//Great. Because it wasn't already taking long enough,// Jim said in resignation.

//You are holding up very well, t'hy'la,// Spock returned.

//Whatever. Hearing about it doesn't begin to compare to living through it. When this is finally over, we'll be going back to our ship and engaging in angry sex.//

//Is that an order, Captain?// Spock asked.

//Of course, Commander. Will I need to seduce you?//

//You know that being anywhere near you is enough to seduce me,// Spock reminded him.

//True. Lucky for me.//

//Lucky for us both,// Spock confirmed.

//You could always return to the seventh floor and see if that girl is still there. The one undressing you with her eyes.//

//I much prefer that you undress me with your hands.//

//Or my teeth?// Jim teased.

//That decision I will leave entirely to you.//

//We need to stop for the quilt before we return,// Jim reminded him.

//We will be putting it into your closet, t'hy'la. Otherwise it will require another cleaning prior to our wedding.//

//Oh yeah. Okay. Did you have your vows yet?//

//I do not. I know you do not either.//

//Not yet. But I have some ideas. Do you want to know what they are before the wedding?// Jim asked while pretending to pay attention to the questions the Admirals were asking Kyka. Which seemed to be the same questions repeated over and over.

//I want to hear them for the first time at the ceremony. Will you object if mine are not original?//

//Of course not. I'm trying to find the perfect passage from Shakespeare. No luck so far,// Jim said.

//I am willing to assist you, for appropriate compensation.//

//And what would that be, my love?// Jim asked.

//I believe you are fully aware of what I would consider fair trade,// Spock assured him.

Jim snorted at him, trying very hard to return his focus to the proceedings. The Admirals finally thanked Kyka for her testimony, requesting that Lyryk take the stand. He did so, also swearing to be honest in all of his words.

"Although we know you do not speak for the entire male population of your planet, Lyryk, perhaps you would provide insight into the opinion of the men concerning their secondary place within your societal structure," Admiral Heath requested.

"We have all studied the unfortunate history of our planet, Admiral. It is a history filled with destructive conflicts, hatred allowed to flourish and fester, brothers taking up arms against brothers. No one could desire a return to those uncivilized times. And we have learned that we must guard against turning back to the old ways. The men of our planet are not in power now but still have traits which could destroy us all. Our natural proclivity is to conquer rather than compromise, destroy that which is different rather than nurture the commonalities, disparage the weak rather than work to make them strong. We are not proud of our own nature but that is how we are engineered.

"We are allowed now to continue our education until we reach eighteen years. The women continue on until they complete their desired goal. Men are employed in various trades and allowed to vote in each plebiscite. We are not allowed to stand for office.

"There are those among the populace who believe men should have equal standing with the women. They are the minority. Perhaps one day we will be able to ensure that equality will not lead to power struggles. But we are not yet to that point."

"How do you feel about what was asked of Captain Kirk?" Admiral Whitesides asked.

"The majority of our men are sterile, Admiral, as Kyka stated. If a supply of viable seminal fluid was not found, our population would die out in three generations."

"Are you sterile, Lyryk?" Admiral Whitesides asked.

"Yes, ma'am. I know of only one man who is able to reproduce. We are grateful to the Captain for his sacrifice. His unwilling contributions will ensure that we continue as a race."

"Anything further?" Admiral Heath asked. No other questions were forthcoming, Lyryk excused to return to his seat. "Captain James T. Kirk."

The Captain stood and crossed over to Lt. Rentrow, taking the requested oath before sitting in the chair, carefully avoiding making eye contact with Admiral Hershfield.

"State your name, rank, and current assignment for the record," Lt. Rentrow instructed.

"James T. Kirk, Captain, commanding officer, USS Enterprise."

"Captain Kirk," Admiral Heath said. "Please tell the court what happened once you returned aboard your ship."

"I woke in sickbay. Dr. McCoy and Commander Spock were there and explained that I had been missing for 36 of the ship's hours. I ordered that we leave orbit, as Kyka requested that I do. Dr. McCoy released me from sickbay and Commander Spock accompanied me to my quarters. I slept for most of the next 24 hours. Dr. McCoy provided me ointment for the abrasions and medication for the internal discomfort. I was informed that we had been given permission to proceed to Tortoga for shore leave. As it had been eight months since our previous leave, the crew was understandably excited at the news. Commander Spock remained in command the first day I was back, and I was able to remain on the Bridge for half of Alpha shift the next day. Dr. McCoy had recommended I remain off duty for two to three days but I declined his offer."

"Were you able to resume command the third day?" Admiral Heath asked.

"Yes ma'am. Until we arrived at Tortoga. I beamed down with Spock, Dr. McCoy, and Chief Scott, where we enjoyed all of the pleasures of the planet."

"How were you feeling, Captain?" Admiral Heath asked.

"I was still tired. I ended up napping for the first several days we were on shore. My appetite slowly returned and that helped with my stamina."

"And emotionally?" Admiral Whitesides asked.

"I was angry. I resented the fact that I had been abducted from my ship, and that my crew had no way of knowing whether or not I was still alive. I was angry that I had been raped by the women on the planet. Even if I could understand the reasons for their actions, I understood equally well that there were alternatives available to them, had they chosen to allow those instead. Our medical personnel could have assisted them in finding a way to reverse or minimize the sterility. Instead they used me and my reproductive abilities to their own purposes."

"You are still angry," Admiral Heath suggested.

"No ma'am, not any longer. At least not that I'm willing to admit even to myself. I have no reservations concerning Kyka being on board. The crew has much more greater difficulty with her presence than do I."

"Were you reluctant to return to Leferson to arrange their transport?" Admiral Heath asked.

"At first. My crew was extremely worried about returning. However, we received complete assurance that I would not be abducted again. That helped to ease their minds," the Captain said.

"Shortly after your return, Starfleet received a petition for spousal assignment for you and Commander Spock," Hershfield stated. "When was your relationship initiated?"

"Admiral," Clark said, rising quickly. "I fail to see any relevance to your question."

"I agree," Admiral Heath said, frowning at Hershfield. "The Captain's relationship is in no way relevant to this inquiry."

"Unless his injuries were not the result of his time on Leferson," Hershfield said in accusation.

"Admiral, that is entirely inappropriate," Heath informed him sternly. "We will not call into question the word of the Captain, his Commander, his Chief Medical Officer, nor the testimony of Kyka who was present when the injuries were inflicted."

"I withdraw my question," Hershfield said, not looking nearly chastised enough for those outraged by his accusation.

"My apologies, Captain," Admiral Heath said, glaring down at Hershfield. "Do you have anything further you wish to share with the panel?"

"The only thing I would add is the exemplary manner in which my crew conducted themselves during my absence. They proved once again that they are the finest crew in Starfleet," the Captain said.

"Your commendation is noted, Captain," Admiral Heath said with a nod. "We will recess for lunch and will reconvene at 13:30." After tapping the ceremonial bell, everyone stood until the Admirals had left, most of the crew filing out. They would have liked to speak to the Captain but Spock's body language informed them that their presence was not currently welcome.

"Good gods, Jim," McCoy was saying when Spock joined the tight circle. "He has gone completely around the bend."

"That should be clear to them now," Clark concurred. "You did an excellent job, Jimmy. I wanted to punch him. I admire your restraint."

"He isn't even trying to disguise the fact that this a personal vendetta," Jim said with a shrug, gazing up at Spock's worried eyes. "You okay?"

"I am perfectly fine, t'hy'la. Concerned for you, not for myself."

"Does he really think that my injuries were caused by making love to Spock?" Jim asked, still incredulous at the accusation.

"Does he have a vendetta against you as well?" Clark asked Spock.

"Not that I am aware. He has never attempted to damage my reputation. I believe he was using our relationship to further malign the Captain's character."

"Hard to imagine what he hopes to gain," Scotty said, echoing the thoughts of those around him.

"Impossible," Clark agreed, laying a hand on Jim's arm. "Go and get something to eat. I'll see you back here at 13:30."

"Won't you join us?" Jim offered.

"I have some communications I need to see to. We'll go out when this is over and celebrate," Clark promised.

"Alright," the Captain agreed. He turned to his command crew, and their two guests, glad to have their reassuring presence with him. "What should we have to eat?"

By consensus, they all decided they could not live without pasta for lunch. Kirk suspected that someone had stacked the proverbial deck in his favor but he was not about to complain about it.

//It was not me, t'hy'la. I wanted to go to the seafood restaurant on the eighth floor,// Spock said.

//You don't eat seafood,// Jim laughed.

//Nor do you,// Spock admitted, his silent laughter crossing the bond to Jim's delight.

//I don't suppose I should drink at lunch, huh?//

//Alcohol would be inadvisable,// Spock agreed.

//Alright.// "No, Bones, I'm fine, really. And I'm very hungry," Jim assured the doctor.

"Good. Didn't you have pasta last night?"

"Yes. And I'm having it again for lunch. How can you go from being mad that I won't eat to being mad about what I choose to eat?" Jim asked.

"It's my job, Captain," Bones said with a laugh. "And you'd think something was wrong with me if I didn't nag you."

"A little less nagging would be appreciated," Jim claimed. But none of them believed him any more than the Doctor did.

"Will they have room for us all?" Sulu asked as they walked down the steps to the next floor.

"It's a fairly large restaurant," Kirk said. "I don't think we'll overwhelm them."

"You know that pasta was inwented in Russia," Chekov claimed, the others laughing at him.

"Italy would take exception to that claim, Pavel," Uhura told him.

"Italy stole it from Russia. Then said they came up with the idea."

"Alright, Pavel. If that's what you want to believe," Sulu said, shaking his head.

"What is Russia?" Lyryk asked Scotty.

"A country on Earth. Chekov was born there and claims everything originated in Russia," Scotty explained.

"A country?" Lyryk repeated.

"Our planet has various countries on it. Distinct regions with their own languages and cultures," Scotty said. "I originate from the country of Scotland. Uhura is from Africa. The Captain, Dr. McCoy, and Lt Sulu are from America."

"This is an interesting idea," Lyryk said, considering it.

"When your planet was torn by war, who engaged in the battles? Neighbors?" Scotty asked.

"Our twelve landmasses were ruled by individual Kalers. One Kaler would attempt to defeat the Kaler in the adjourning landmass."

"Now all the landmasses are unified under the Kala," Kyka added.

"Our planet is also unified," Sulu agreed. "We still retain our individual identities."

They stopped when they arrived at the restaurant, the Captain requesting a table for nine if possible. The host assured him that accommodating them all did not pose any difficulty, leading them to a table in the back large enough for twelve.

"Thank you," the Captain said from where he sat at the head of the table when the host provided menus to each guest.

"What can I provide you to drink while you peruse our selections?" the young man with aqua hair asked.

They each made their request, discussing what they should order.

"Last night our waitress had green hair," Jim said in response to McCoy's comment.

"I wonder if they all are required to have outlandish hairdos," McCoy said ideally.

"The Captain could have asked our waitress from last night," Spock said casually. "We were fairly certain she would have responded favorably to any request he might choose to make of her."

"Spock, listen to you. Tellin' tales out of school," McCoy said in mock horror.

Spock just raised one eyebrow at the doctor, returning his focus on the Captain as those at the table laughed. //I apologize.//

//Don't,// Jim responded with silent laughter. //It was just what they needed to hear. Especially from you.//

"It is hardly a secret, Doctor," Spock reminded him. "The Captain is often the object of undesired attention."

"Like right now," the Captain said for himself.

"Was she cute, Jim?" McCoy asked with an inappropriate wink.

"I have no idea. I'm pretty sure she was of legal age. Other than that, I didn't really notice. Except for her shockingly bright green hair."

"Why did you care if she was legal?" McCoy laughed.

"In case you wanted her for yourself," Jim teased.

"No thanks. I got no interest in your cast-offs," McCoy assured him.

"If you're sure," Jim laughed.

"What did you order last night, Captain?" Uhura asked, studying the menu with far too many choices.

"Spock and I had the farfella primavera with vodka sauce. And yes, Chekov, I know vodka really was invented in Russia," Kirk assured him before the ensign could remind them.

"And it was good, sir?" Sulu asked.

"Some of the best I've ever had," the Captain responded. "You enjoyed it as well, didn't you?"

"I did," Spock agreed, describing it to the others at the tables.

"I wonder if they would add some grilled chicken," Scotty said.

"I'm sure they will. Oh, Spock, I don't have my credit chip. Do you have yours?" Kirk asked in startled realization.

"I do. You need not worry that we would leave you hungry," Spock assured him.

"Good. Then we'll pay for everyone's lunch," Kirk decided.

"Is this a decision you made only after realizing you could not pay, sir?" Spock teased.

"Maybe," Kirk responded, enjoying the laughter of those at the table. He looked up at the waiter when he returned with their drinks to distribute them to each. This waiter had outlandishly pink hair that resembled neon cotton candy. "Are you required to have… unusual hair to work here?"

"Yes, sir. My real hair is brown. And short," the waiter said. "We don't mind, most of us."

"Why is it a requirement of employment?" Spock asked.

"Because the name of the restaurant, Capelli Strani, translates to 'strange hair,'" the waiter explained.

"I thought it was a type of pasta," McCoy said.

"Most people do, sir. The owner has an unusual sense of humor," the waiter said with an amused shrug.

"It makes sense now," the Captain decided.

"Have you decided what you will have?" the pink-haired waiter asked, looking first at Lt. Uhura.

"I'd like the baked lasagna with meat sauce, please," she requested, returning her menu. She told him what dressing she wanted on her salad before he turned to Kyka for her order.

"I'd like a salad, please. With vegetables only," Kyka responded.

"Certainly. And the dressing?"

"Oh. I have no idea," she admitted, looking down the table at the Captain in some confusion.

"Can you bring her oil and vinegar as well as Ranch on the side, please?" the Captain requested.

"Certainly. And for you, sir?" he asked the Captain.

"I'd like the chicken parmigiana. No salad for me. But I would like the garlic bread appetizer for the entire table. Half of it needs to have no cheese."

"Of course. We can make that portion with olive oil rather than butter," the waiter agreed, taking the rest of the orders, Lyryk following Kyka's example when it was his turn to order.

"How are the wedding plans progressing, Uhura?" McCoy asked the Lieutenant who was seated next to him.

"Humming along, sir," she said with a bright smile. "I received several recommendations for the caterer I selected. As soon as the menu choices have been made, I'll finalize it with them."

"Oh, you're waiting for us to decide?" Kirk asked, making the others laugh.

"Yes, sir," she agreed brightly.

"You did an excellent job with the Michaels' reception, my dear. You have our permission to make all those decisions," Kirk said with a charming smile of his own.

"Yes, sir," she agreed with a nod. "I'll see that they have some pasta included."

"Thank you. And plenty of vegetarian choices," Kirk reminded her.

"Of course, sir. The caterer I selected has a wide variety of vegetarian dishes. One of the reasons I chose them."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Spock said to her.

"Is your quilt at the cleaners, sir?" Uhura asked Spock.

"It is. We will be able to pick up after the inquiry is concluded," Spock said.

"May I do that, sirs?" Uhura requested with a sparkle in her eye they both recognized. It said she was up to something and it was in their best interest not to be too curious about what it was.

"Certainly, Lieutenant," the Captain agreed. "It's on the second floor. Under my name."

"Very good, sir. I'll take care of it," she promised.

"What quilt is this?" Kyka had to ask.

"My mother sent it to me," Kirk explained. "It already has great sentimental significance to me and Spock."

"We have a joining quilt as well," Kyka agreed. "My father made it for us before our pledging. We find great comfort in sharing it. And the children insist of sleeping under it whenever we must be gone."

"Is a joining quilt tradition for you?" Uhura asked Kyka. From her expression, Kirk decided she had mostly forgiven Kyka and no longer seemed determined to take her down. He didn't think they would be the best of friends but at least he no longer worried he'd have to step between them for Kyka's sake.

"It is. The man generally makes the quilt and presents it to his lifemate. But Lyryk's many talents do not extend to needle and thread," Kyka explained with a warm smile for her lifemate.

"I did try," Lyryk said. "It was pitiful. My father is equally untalented. I was extremely grateful when Kyka's father volunteered to make ours."

This led to a discussion of the way things were generally done on Leferson, much conversation shared over the delicious food. The Captain was content to simply absorb the sounds of the voices surrounding him, using them as insulation.

//You aren't too bored, are you?// he asked Spock when he sensed very little connection from him to the conversation.

//Not in the least. I too am interested in the free flow of ideas. Especially the commonalities that are found in disparate civilizations.//

//I sure am glad Kyka didn't ask about Vulcan weddings,// Jim said with a laugh. //Be hard to explain how you killed me at yours.//

//Do you believe that is a topic deserving of humor?// Spock asked, trying to sound stern.

//Yes. And you think so as well. You just won't admit it.//

//I find no humor in the fact that I killed my commanding officer.//

//Well, really. You didn't succeed, you know,// Jim reminded him.

//Thankfully. Why do you suppose Uhura wants to secure our quilt?//

//I have no idea. I'm sure she has something up her sleeve. You could tell by her expression,// Jim said.

//Indeed. Perhaps she is planning to place butterflies inside of it so that they fly through our quarters after the ceremony.//

Jim had to laugh silently at that, amused at the mental image Spock was sharing. //She's clever but not vindictive.//

//True. Fortunate,// Spock agreed before turning to address Lyryk's question. "No, my parents are not able to arrive in time to attend. We will provide them holographs of the ceremony."

"And they are pleased by your marriage?" Kyka asked warmly, her smile encompassing both the Captain and his Commander.

"Very pleased," Spock agreed. "They have a great respect for the Captain. And as my mother is from Earth, she readily admits to loving the Captain as a son."

"Yours is a mixed heritage?" Kyka asked.

"It is common knowledge," Spock responded. "I had thought you already knew."

"I was not aware, Commander," Kyka said.

"Spock is truly unique in the universe," Kirk said with a pleased smile for his Commander.

"Thank you, sir. It is 13:20," Spock said in response.

"Alright. I better go. Come as soon as you are settled up," Kirk requested, standing. His crew also stood and waited until he left before resuming their seats.

"You don't need to pay for us all, Commander," Scotty said.

"I choose to pay, Chief. In appreciation for the support you are providing to Jim. You each are the reason he is able to endure this inquiry," Spock said, his words warming those present, as surprised as they were that he would be so open in his thanks.

When Spock had paid, he gave Uhura his credit chip. She was going to need it in order to collect the quilt and to make other necessary arrangements. "Should I require funds prior to returning to the ship, I will impose on Dr. McCoy," he assured her.

"Don't you think you ought to ask me first?" Bones grumbled purely because everyone expect him to. And as expected, Spock simply raised an eyebrow, otherwise ignoring his friend's supposed indignation.

"They do this all the time?" Lyryk asked Scotty quietly.

"Aye, all the time," Scotty confirmed with a laugh. "They are the best of friends but will never admit it. It's their way of communicating."

"An interesting form of interaction," Lyryk observed.

"They also do it so the Captain will laugh at them," Uhura added with an endearing smile at the behavior of the two men.

Lyryk nodded at that, not otherwise commenting. When they reached the conference room, they resumed their seats, wondering where the Captain was as he and Clark were conspicuously absent from their table.

//Are you alright, t'hy'la?// Spock asked.

//Fine. In Clark's office. The bailiff will come explain very shortly,// Jim said. //Can you tell everyone that I'm okay? And they'll understand very soon.//

Spock relayed his message, Kyka and Lyryk confused by the information. "When Vulcans bond, it enables telepathic communication between the bondmates," Spock explained.

"Even though the Captain is Human?" Kyka asked.

"He has learned to utilize our bond. It did not come as naturally to him as it would to a Vulcan. He is, however, an adept student and quickly mastered the use of our bond," Spock said.

//Thank you, love,// Jim said with a smile that transmitted across.

//The bailiff needs to arrive very soon or your crew may storm the courthouse,// Spock said in amused warning.

//He should be there momentarily.// As predicted, Lt. Rentrow entered alone, facing the assembled crowd.

"The Admirals have determined that they charges leveled against Captain Kirk are baseless and spurious. They have been summarily dismissed. The Captain and his counsel will be meeting in chambers with Admiral Heath and Admiral Whitesides. Commander Spock has been requested to join them. All other personnel are invited to remain or to leave, as you wish." Lt. Rentrow waited for Spock to join him before escorting him to the library off the conference room where two of the three Admirals waited.

"Commander," Admiral Heath said, looking up at him from where she sat on the opposite side of the large table. She slowly stood, rounding the table to hold out one hand. He offered his hand in return, great warmth emanating from her, her thoughts carefully contained. "I know it is not the Vulcan way to accept an apology. But Admiral Whitesides and I regret the consternation we inadvertently caused by allowing this inquiry to be held."

The Admiral sat in one of the chairs, indicating that Spock should sit next to her.

"It is not customary to accept such an apology, Admiral. I do appreciate your words," Spock said, finding a strange pleasure in still having his hand entwined with the Admiral's. Generally so much contact was disconcerting but not in this instance.

"Lt. Rentrow, if you would request that the Captain join us," Admiral Heath directed.

"Yes ma'am," he agreed before opening the door opposite the way to the conference room.

"We hear that there is to be a wedding aboard Enterprise," the Admiral said to Spock with a smile of great warmth.

"Yes, ma'am. In four days. We would be honored if you were both able to attend," Spock said.

"It would be our pleasure, Commander. Thank you," Admiral Heath agreed, as did Admiral Whitesides. "My husband is here as well. It would be alright if I brought him, wouldn't it?" Heath asked with a twinkle.

"Certainly, Admiral. Our happiness is multiplied by those with whom we share it," Spock responded. He stood when the Captain entered, his hand still in the firm, warm grasp of the Admiral. Clark was also with him, as was Orson Maden from Starfleet News.

//Why are holding the Admiral's hand?// Jim asked in amusement.

//I cannot explain it. It was at her invitation and she has some reluctance to release it. I am content to wait.//

Jim sat next to Spock, Maden across the way, Clark next to him.

"We have already apologized to the Captain," Admiral Heath said. "And Commander Spock was gracious in his acceptance as well. You do not, however, have the entire story."

Maden nodded, indicating that he at least knew what it was the Admiral was referring to with her statement.

"Admiral Hershfield will be relieved of duty, Captain. This inquiry was the proverbial last straw. Those in the JAG office felt the charges he leveled against you were insubstantial, meager at best. We allowed the inquiry to go forward primarily to gather additional proof not of any guilt on your part but the Admiral's lack of qualifications to continue in his duties. Had we known that his vendetta would take the form of personal attacks on you and the Commander, we would not have allowed this inquiry to be held."

"Maden had indicated that Hershfield had tried several previous times to bring Captains up on charge, ma'am," Kirk said.

"Regrettably, Captain. Those charges had some basis for an inquiry although they were all dismissed. Your case was the most insubstantial, which JAG knew. By calling into question the actions of the Captain of Starfleet's flagship, Hershfield provided us the opportunity to have him relieved for cause. We did not think it would happen this quickly or through his efforts to destroy your reputations."

"Did you know all of this?" Kirk asked Clark in a carefully neutral tone, wondering just how many conspirators there were.

"I was not privy to their plans, Captain," Clark assured him. "I was told of the inquiry and Admiral Whitesides recommended I contact you. That was all I knew."

"I did ask that he contact you, Captain," Whitesides confirmed. "As you were friends, it was only natural that Lt Barrister would have an interest in representing you."

"I was fully aware of the baselessness of his charges. And his reputation. I also hoped that this would be the last inquiry Hershfield would be allowed to hold," Clark added.

Kirk nodded at that, looking over at Maden. "What will your article say?"

"It will be primarily about the unfortunate end of the Admiral's career, sir. I have no intentions of including any of his particular accusations. That would serve no purpose as they were born of jealousy and malice."

"Thank you," the Captain said with a nod.

"Do you have any further questions for us, Captain?" Admiral Heath asked kindly.

"No ma'am."

"I wish to assure you that this inquiry will not appear in any form on your service record, except for our appreciation for your patience," Whitesides told him.

"Thank you, ma'am," the Captain said. //Oh my gods. Will they please just let me leave already?//

//It cannot be much longer, surely,// Spock returned.

"The Commander has invited us to attend your wedding, Captain. Would you object to our presence?" Admiral Heath asked.

"I would be honored to have you both at our wedding," Kirk assured them with a smile. That it was not entirely heartfelt came as no surprise to anyone. "Will you be able to come?" he asked Clark.

"If you aren't still ready to cold-cock me, I will," Clark laughed.

"I'll be over it by then," Kirk promised.

"I'll be there," Clark confirmed.

"Unless there is anything else you wish to discuss with us, Captain, you are free to return to your normal life," Admiral Whitesides said with a hint of amusement.

Admiral Heath slowly released Spock's hand at Whitesides' words and he immediately felt the loss of the warmth she had been conveying to him.

"Thank you, ma'am," Kirk said standing. Spock also stood, nodding to the Admirals. He followed Jim out, stopping in the corridor with his Human.

"I love you," Spock said softly.

"That doesn't make it all okay, you know," Jim returned, staring up at Spock and seeing the love reflected in his black eyes.

"No it does not. At the moment is all I can offer."

"And I do appreciate it. Now if I can just stop being so fucking pissed, I can get on with my life."

"As I recall, you made me a promise about engaging in torrid fornication," Spock said softly with a promise in his tone.

"Torrid fornication?" Jim repeated.

"How would you phrase it, Captain?" Spock teased.

"I can't think of a better way. But I'm not sure I can keep that promise. Not right now. How dare they use us like that?"

"Their methods are questionable even though their motivation was legitimate," Spock agreed, turning with Jim to go toward the turbolift that would take them to the crossover.

"Their methods were fucking ridiculous. To let him accuse me of claiming the injuries were from the planet when you really did it. That's un-fucking-believable."

"Are you planning to retain that particular word in your common vocabulary for the foreseeable future?"

"Maybe. And it would be to your benefit not to call me on it. Not right now. Because otherwise I may stop using it and take my anger out on you instead," Jim warned.

"I am not concerned about any displays of anger in which you may engage, Captain. They are not and will not be directed at me. I am simply a convenient target."

"Stop being so fucking reasonable," Jim requested. "It makes it really hard to stay mad."

"I apologize. I will endeavor to be irrational and sufficiently outraged," Spock said.

"Only if you are fucking outraged. Have you ever used that word?"

"I have not. Do you wish for me to include it in my future statements?" Spock asked.

"No. I use it enough for us both," Kirk admitted.

"I do not find it particularly objectionable. Although I know that there are those who would never use it."

"My mom, for instance. She'd still threaten to wash my mouth out with soap if she knew I said it."

"Your secret remains safe with me," Spock assured him, leaving the turbolift to cross back over to their ship. They went directly to their quarters, Jim pacing in an effort to dissipate some of the anger he could not seem to release. "Do you wish to go to work out some of these emotions?"

"No," Jim sighed, sitting next to him on the loveseat and looking up at the patience reflected in his bondmate's eyes. "Does it really need to be this complicated?"

"It often is," Spock responded, reaching for the fastening on Jim's uniform top.

"Do you think seducing me will solve anything?"

"It will not," Spock assured him. "It will, however, provide a welcome distraction from those emotions which are even now threatening to overwhelm you," Spock said, succeeding in opening Jim's top and reaching in to stroke the exposed skin.

"Maybe I don't want to make love to you right now," Jim suggested faintly.

"Maybe I am determined to change your mind and convince you otherwise," Spock responded. With his free hand, he reached up for the wall intercom above their heads when it sounded. "Spock here."

"Is the Captain with you?" Bones asked.

"I'm right here, Bones. What can I do for you?" Jim responded, gasping softly when Spock licked his exposed nipple.

"Wanted to make sure you're okay. You in your quarters?"

"Yes. Please don't come visit right now," Jim requested as Spock worked down the zipper on his uniform trousers.

"Otherwise occupied?" Bones laughed.

"Something like that," Jim agreed breathlessly. "I'm not providing you override."

"Understood. See you at dinner. Or breakfast," Bones said, signing off.

"Computer, engage privacy lock. No override. Command code Kirk J alpha alpha alpha."

"The Chief Medical Officer will be notified that no override has been provided," the computer warned in that mechanical, infuriating voice which never varied.

"So noted. Engage privacy lock."

"Engaged," the computer responded.

"Thank you so much," Jim breathed. "Why is she such a bitch sometimes?"

Spock didn't bother to respond as he was too busy working Jim's pants down. He could not remove them completely as he had neglected to first remove his boots but he was not deterred in his mission. Once the black pants were successfully bunched just below his knees, Spock turned to the briefs that provided more resistance. The elastic caught on Jim's firm erection until Spock put his warm fingers inside the waistband, intentionally caressing the skin underneath. He lifted and tugged them down, freeing the rosy erection to spring from Jim's belly and stand proudly.

"Mmm…." Spock sighed at the sight, helping Jim out of his top so that he was mostly bare. That done, Spock slid to the floor to kneel before his Human, gazing up at him with equal parts love and hunger.

"You are still dressed," Jim whispered, his fingers deep in the black silk he so loved to touch. His thumbs traced the graceful curves of his Vulcans ears, sending shivers of pleasure through Spock, the sensation reflected and echoed through Jim.

"This is about your pleasure, t'hy'la," Spock told him, his right hand caressing Jim chest and belly down to the line of golden curls. Jim squirmed in delight as Spock's fingers raked down to the very base of his erection. "I am planning to engage in fellatio unless you have any objections," Spock whispered, blowing a warm stream across the wet tip of the object of his desire, his eyes locked on the hazel ones above him.

"None what-so-ever," Jim assured him, his eyes devouring the beauty of his bondmate.

Spock did not break eye contact as his hot, gentle tongue licked across the tip, gathering the delicious moisture waiting for him. He was rewarded with Jim's moan of delight, encouraging him to repeat his action.

"Oh gods, love. Please hurry," Jim begged.

"There is much satisfaction in anticipation," Spock teased, his fingers buried in the curls that were endlessly tantalizing to him

"There is also much satisfaction in your love not teasing you any longer."

Spock laughed across the bond, licking him once more before taking the tip into the warm, wet welcome that was his mouth. Jim's gasp of pleasure and waves of love were reward enough but Spock wanted, needed more. He took Jim all the way in, the sensation of fullness and completeness one he would never tire of finding.

//Please// Jim begged, uncertain what he was asking for. The pleasure Spock was giving him was coursing through his veins, building, building, building in his hard erection, threatening to overwhelm him.

//You are truly delicious,// Spock returned, stroking Jim with his tongue and creating just the right amount of suction to bring Jim to the edge but not all the way over.

"Please," Jim breathed, knowing that Spock was keeping him from completion on purpose. The need was pulsing in his erection, in his stomach, in his ears, the roaring growing louder and louder. "I need…"

//I know what you need, love,// Spock returned, backing off until he was holding only the very tip of Jim's hard need between his soft, caressing lips, his hot tongue bathing it in delicious warmth.

"T'hy'la," Jim begged, squirming further down on the loveseat, Spock backing slightly. "Please stop teasing me."

Spock did not acknowledge the words, fully aware of the exquisite torment he was providing, feeling it beneath his roving hands and transmitting across the heated bond. He continued to gently suck on the tip of his love's need before engulfing him completely. Jim gasped, his lips parted, his own tongue peeking out to add moisture to his parched mouth. His eyes were only half open, enough to take in the beauty of his Vulcan as he provided him unabashed pleasure. Jim felt his need reaching a crescendo, his muscles tightening in anticipation, his body preparing to find relief that could not come soon enough and would be over too quickly.

When he came, Spock held onto him, accepting all of his offering, drinking to nourish from it, wanting the steamy fluid to become a part of him. "Mmm…" he sighed in contentment when he sat back on his heels, licking his lips to gather the last of Jim's seed.

"Wow," was all Jim could say, barely enough energy or breath to say even that.

"Yes," Spock agreed, returning to the loveseat to kiss Jim's parted mouth. Their tongues offered greetings, exploring, joining, enjoying.

"What do you want?" Jim whispered as Spock showered his overheated face with soft kisses.

"I have what I want, t'hy'la," Spock assured him as he continued to kiss Jim's eyelids, his nose, his warm cheeks.

Jim reached over to trace the outline of Spock's hard need beneath his uniform trousers, rewarded with a soft moan. "What should we do about this?" Jim said softly into the warmth of Spock's neck.

"What would you like?" Spock responded, kissing the top of Jim's head, inhaling the fragrances that were purely his Human, rich, earthy, intoxicating.

"To come inside you," Jim requested, reaching up to grasp the fleshy edge of Spock's ear with his teeth, nipping at him, moans his reward.

"Yes," Spock agreed, kissing Jim's parted lips as Jim worked his boots off, out from under the tangle of his pants and briefs. Spock's tongue made no allowances for Jim's, exploring the cooler mouth and memorizing each texture and flavor. Jim's hands were busy trying to open and remove Spock's top, but their mutual need made them clumsy and uncoordinated. Not that either particularly minded the delay. But the longer they were made to wait, the more urgent they needed each other.

Jim finally sat up enough to put some distance between them, breathing heavily, stilling Spock's roving hands. "Wait," he whispered, finally able to remove Spock's top. Spock watched with love and lust in equal parts as Jim knelt before him to take off his boots, pants and briefs following as quickly as he could manage. When Spock was finally devoid of all his clothes, Jim took both his hands and pulled him down to lay on top of him. The floor was hard and cool beneath Jim but he did not mind. The warmth and comfort from above more than made up for any discomfort he might have felt.

"Most satisfactory," Spock decided, kissing Jim's forehead, his nose, his mouth until they were both breathless and ready. "We need lubrication," Spock whispered into Jim's ear, impatient regret coming with the words.

"Uhnn…" Jim groaned, looking up from beneath Spock at the nightstand much too far away. "We need to plan better," Jim said as Spock slowly crawled over the take the tube out of the drawer.

"Or furnish our quarters with additional tubes," Spock agreed, returning to kneel between Jim's spread, raised knees, gazing down at him as though he needed to memorize his Human all over again.

"Please," Jim requested, raising his hips to demonstrate that their earlier activity had temporarily diminished his need, not satisfied it completely.

"Yes," Spock whispered, covering his palms with the lubricant, still staring into the hazel eyes that held his soul in their depths. When Jim was thoroughly coated, Spock moved up to kiss his panting mouth, descending with deliberate and exquisite slowness until Jim's hard need was fully encased in his welcoming body. Jim gasped at the heat surrounding him, always a gratifying and surprising sensation. He nearly came again just from being inside Spock but knew the best part was still waiting for them both.

"Do you still have the tube?" Jim asked hungrily.

Spock responded by coating his own need, Jim watching and wanting. "I am yours," Spock assured him, applying it to Jim's hands.

"Yes," Jim said, replacing Spock hands with his, stroking, caressing, loving his Vulcan's need. Spock began to rock on his Human, the hum of pleasure connecting them. Spock's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, brushing against the warm pink skin, forefinger and thumb squeezing the rosy buds, rewarded with Jim's moan. Spock leaned down to nip at the abused nubs, licking to erase any pain he may have caused. //Dear gods,// Jim sent across, arching his back, searching for more. The sensations Spock was creating made Jim temporarily loose track of Spock's need, his hands clutched by his sides, his knuckles grinding into the rough carpeting beneath his writhing body. //Oh gods.// He had to close his eyes, sensory overload verging on shorting out his brain.

Spock sent warming waves of love over the bond, using his own hands to provide mutual enjoyment.

//I'm sorry,// Jim barely thought.

Spock's only response was to lean down in order to kiss Jim, long and hard, banishing all thought from them both, Spock's erection hot and ready between their heaving bellies.

//I won't be much longer,// Jim said faintly, lifting his hips to more fully encase himself in Spock's body.

//Yes,// Spock agreed, squeezing his muscles in encouragement. A hot rush confirmed the result of his effort, Jim panting beneath him.

"Come, t'hy'la," Jim urged, staring up at his Vulcan in hunger.

//Momentarily,// Spock said, his head back in ecstasy, the pulse throbbing in his neck, his lips parted, his breath ragged. His knowing hands brought him over the edge, his inhumanly hot release threatening to scald Jim's stomach. He did not care. Spock lay on his love, their bodies smearing the viscous fluid over them both. Jim stroked Spock's heaving back, waiting for him to recover, the bond still humming with shared pleasure.

"We're a mess," Jim whispered.

"Yes," Spock agreed softly, chewing on the round pink ear conveniently located right at his mouth.

"Not that I mind."

"Nor do I."

"Except the floor is very hard," Jim said regretfully.

"Is there something you would care to do about that fact, t'hy'la?" Spock teased.

"Too bad we didn't pick up our quilt," Jim returned, Spock laughing silently at the response.

"I do not believe we will be allowed to utilize it until after the wedding," Spock said.

"Uhura will no doubt keep it. We'll need to pay the cleaner," Jim said lazily.

"Not necessary, love. I provided her with my credit chip."

"I guess that makes sense," Jim said. "We'll transfer some of my funds into your account."

"You know that is unnecessary."

"I do. But if it were your decision, we wouldn't be having a Human wedding. You shouldn't have to pay all the associated costs for a ceremony you would rather avoid."

"Your thought processes seem to have recovered from their momentary short-circuit," Spock teased.

"Mmm…The right answer is 'no no t'hy'la, I don't mind,'" Jim instructed with great amusement.

"I apologize."

"No need," Jim assured him, waiting as Spock slowly stood, reaching down a hand to assist the Captain in standing.

"Shower or nap, my love?"

"Shower," Jim said, leading the way into his bathroom.

"Are you still angry, t'hy'la?" Spock asked, studying his Human in the mirror as they brushed their teeth.

"A little. I'm not fucking pissed any longer," Jim decided.

"Excellent progress," Spock confirmed before spitting out the last of the toothpaste.

"It is. Go ahead and start the shower. I want to check with Scotty," Jim said, kissing him quickly.

"I will await your arrival with much anticipation," Spock said, turning on the flow of water.

Jim left the small room, crossing over to the intercom.

"Scott here, sir."

"What is the status of the repairs, Chief?"

"Proceeding according to plan, sir. I'll have the status reports transmitted to you by 17:00 if that is acceptable."

"That will be fine, Scotty," Jim agreed.

"Are you alright, sir?" Scotty asked in some concern.

"Yes, Scotty. I'm fine. Do you want to go across to the base for dinner? 18:30?"

"I'd like that, sir. I'll let Dr. McCoy know," Scotty offered.

"I'll need to tell him, Scotty," Jim laughed. "He wasn't expecting to hear from us again."

"Until breakfast, sir?" Scotty asked knowingly.

"Exactly. We'll meet you at the cross-over."

"Aye sir. See you then. Scott out."

Kirk was still smiling when he contacted Bones, letting him know of their dinner plans. McCoy readily agreed to join them, asking if the Command Crew might also be invited. He sensed their need to be with the Captain in the aftermath of the inquiry but they had no wish to burden him with their lingering uncertainties. "Of course you should invite them, Bones. Let Kyka and Lyryk know as well?"

"I will. Do you need anything right now, Jim?" Bones asked kindly.

"Nope. I'm fine. So's Spock. If I don't get in the shower soon, he may drown," Jim laughed.

"Right. See you later. McCoy out."

Jim slipped into the hot cascade of water, leaning against his Vulcan love.

"Are we having pasta again for dinner?" Spock asked fully unconcerned with the answer.

"No. We'll go somewhere else. Doesn't matter," Jim said, slick hands all over Spock's body.

"I will check on the status reports while you nap," Spock said in response to a barely formed thought.

"It's not that I especially want to sleep," Jim said with a sigh.

"It is the circumstances, love. There are many times when you need to sleep and cannot. Take advantage of the opportunity that being docked provides."

"Yes," Jim agreed. "Can you check status reports in bed?"

"I can," Spock agreed. "I will also research appropriate wedding vows."

"Okay," Jim said, more tired than he wanted to admit to himself. That he hadn't slept very well the past few nights only added to the fatigue threatening to overwhelm him. He took a deep breath, looking up in gratitude and admiration of his bondmate, his unwavering support and love keeping him grounded and lifting a great weight he had too long borne alone.

"That is the purpose of love, t'hy'la," Spock confirmed, kissing Jim lightly.

Jim nodded, waiting as Spock turned off the shower. They quickly dried off and Jim crawled into cool sheets on his bed. "My yeoman changed our sheets," he said sleepily.

"Yes," Spock agreed when he joined him, sitting up against the headboard, his back cushioned by one of the pillows. He handed Jim the ice water, his Human gratefully drinking it.

"I didn't know I was so thirsty."

"You often are after our lovemaking," Spock said, leaning down to kiss Jim's damp curls.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

"I had water while you were talking with Mr. Scott and the Doctor," Spock said, accepting the nearly empty glass and putting it on the floor.

"'Kay. I love you. Did I remember to tell you?" Jim asked, his eyes only half open.

"You did not. I do remember, however."

"Good," Jim sighed, his eyes drifting fully closed.

"Pleasant dreams, my love," Spock said, watching his breath even out, his face relax, sleep releasing him from the final cares he could rarely put down.

"Mmm…" Jim moaned, turning over and opening his eyes, relieved to find Spock next to him. "Hey."

"My love," Spock responded, one gentle hand on Jim's bare shoulder as his breathing slowly returned to normal. "What were you dreaming?"

"I don't really know. You were… lost… or… uhm… I don't know. Maybe you were on Leferson and we couldn't find you." Jim pressed the heel of his hands over his eyes, trying to suppress the anxiety the dream had created.

"I am here, t'hy'la. It was only a bad dream," Spock assured him, running his warm fingers through Jim's short curls.

"I know." Jim sat up, studying Spock. "What time is it?"

"17:43."

"Okay."

"Why are you angry, t'hy'la?" Spock asked gently.

"The dream. It brought back all those things that happened on the planet. Only this time it was you they were using. That was worse than it happening to me," Jim said, shaking his head.

"I am sorry," Spock said unnecessarily.

"I know," Jim sighed. "It will eventually stop being quite so hard, right?"

"Of course. You must allow yourself time," Spock said. He quickly kissed Jim before leaning over to extract a flat package from the bedside table. "This is for you."

"What?" Jim asked, accepting the brown paper envelope.

"Open it and see," Spock recommended, warm bubbles floating over the bond.

Jim did as instructed, taking out a bright pink pair of bunny ears, connected to a plastic headband. "I'm an Earth Lagomorph now," he laughed.

"Indeed."

"These are very nice although I much prefer yours," Jim said, licking those particular features.

"They did not have them available in green. I did inquire."

Jim laughed again, shaking his head. "Did they think you had a blow to the head? Asking for rabbit ears?"

"I intimated that they were a gift for a niece," Spock admitted.

"Good for you," Jim said, putting them on. "What do you think?" he asked, making sure they were standing straight up from his head.

"Hmm… I believe that I prefer your natural ears."

"Thanks," Jim said, removing them and putting them carefully on the shelf next to his bed that held some of his most treasured paper books. The ears leaned up against the wooden carving the Michaels had given to them while still on Tortoga. "Thank you."

"You are most welcome, t'hy'la," Spock assured him.

"Did you review the status reports?"

"I did," Spock confirmed, reporting all that was going on and what still needed to be done. The work was proceeding as scheduled, no unforeseen delays occurring.

"Good. We need to invite the Administrator to our wedding," Jim said.

"Uhura has already extended that invitation," Spock said.

"Alright. I think I'll send out a ship-wide announcement about the inquiry. I know they all heard but…."

"I believe there would be much comfort to be found in your words," Spock agreed, following Jim to his desk.

I want to take this opportunity to thank every member of the finest crew in Starfleet for the support and patience you have demonstrated during the past few days. As you all know, the inquiry initiated by Admiral Hershfield, for his own reasons, has been summarily halted by order of the Judge Advocate General's office. I am relieved, as I know you are, that the inquiry will go no further. I have been assured that there will be no official notice of the spurious charges on my record and I am grateful for that courtesy.

Now that this unpleasant episode is behind us, we can once again concentrate on those tasks which are our jobs - maintaining Enterprise's position as the flagship of Starfleet.

These responsibilities can be temporarily and happily set aside in four days, in celebration of the wedding of Commander Spock and myself. The day of the wedding will be an official off-duty day for the entire crew, no responsibilities other than celebrating and enjoying our time together. Lt. Uhura has been busy making arrangements and if you wish to assist, I encourage you to volunteer with her.

Our wedding will begin at 17:45. Prior to that, I will perform the "legal" marriage of the Michaels. Any wishing to be in attendance at the first wedding are welcome to be in the Observation lounge at 17:00.

Our celebration will begin at 18:30 in General Mess. The crew is invited to wear civilian attire to the reception, as the Commander and I will be similarly dressed.

Orson Maden of Starfleet News Service has been assigned to cover the wedding, although we would prefer it to stay within our extended family. Be that as it may, I expect that you will treat Mr. Maden with all of the respect and courtesy you would extend to any visitor aboard our ship. Feel free to answer any of his questions which you are comfortable addressing. (Embarrassing stories about me or Spock may result in extended assignments to some of the most unsavory responsibilities we can find and/or make up.)

In closing, please know that I consider the matter of the inquiry completely closed, as does JAG. We will go forward from here, together, as the best crew in Starfleet.

Captain Kirk out.

He looked over at Spock who had a questioning expression. "What, love?"

"Where is the post script?" Spock asked.

"Oh. Well. Let me think," Jim responded, studying the note. Levity would be welcome, if he could appropriately compose it.

PS Commander Spock and I have informed our parents and received their unqualified blessings. Should you run into Spock's parents or my mother, feel free to share your thoughts concerning our upcoming nuptials.

"Like that?" Jim asked, smiling over at Spock.

"Like that," Spock agreed. "Now it is ready to send."

Jim nodded, letting it go before standing. "Let's get dressed so we can meet our family for dinner."

"A most delightful suggestion," Spock agreed. "Are you paying?"

"I guess I'll have to now that you've reminded me. If you hadn't brought it up, I could have pretended to forget my chip and made you pay again," Jim protested.

"Apologies."

"No, it's fine. As a matter of fact, just to prove there are no hard feelings, I'll wear jeans to dinner."

"A most satisfactory compromise," Spock agreed, kissing him lightly before going into his own quarters to dress. He watched Jim enter in his jeans and a crisp white button-down shirt. "No tee shirt?"

"Not tonight. I am planning to drink to excess. So I'm counting on you to make sure I get back here safely," Jim said, leaning one hip against Spock's desk as he waited.

"You have my promise, Captain. I will not allow you to become lost or fall victim to any unfortunate circumstance."

"Good. You'll probably have to watch out for Bones and Scotty too. I have a feeling I'm not the only one planning to tie one on."

"It would not be a surprise if they also over-indulged."

"Would it be horribly selfish of me to ask if we could go to the steakhouse on the fourth floor?" Jim asked as Spock pulled on his casual shoes.

"Of course not, t'hy'la. I am certain they have plenty of vegetarian choices."

"You won't mind being surrounded by carnivores?" Jim asked.

"Not in the least. If Kyka or Lyryk object, we can direct them to an alternate location."

"Okay," Jim agreed, leading Spock out of his quarters and going with him to the crossover where Scotty and Uhura were waiting.

"Captain, Commander," Uhura greeted them with a bright smile.

"Lieutenant," Jim responded, unable to stop from returning her smile with one of his own, wondering what it was that she had done or was planning to do that made her smile at him quite like that. Rather than try to figure it out, Jim turned his attention instead to Scotty. "Chief. We reviewed the status reports. Looks like they have things well under control."

"Aye. That they do, sir. Yeoman Pringe told me that Kyka and Lyryk will not be joining us tonight. They are not quite on our timeframe."

"It does take some adjustments," Kirk agreed, smiling as the rest of his Command Crew arrived. "I'm interested in the steakhouse. Does that suit your appetites?"

They all agreed that it sounded like a fine idea, Spock assuring them that there would be alternatives available for him.

The food at the chosen restaurant was delicious and the Captain was not the only person decidedly tipsy when the meal was concluded. Spock made certain that all of those who had drunk more that was strictly advisable returned safely to their quarters, entrusting the Captain to the care of the slightly less intoxicated Doctor.

"You know it's true," Jim was saying when Spock entered his quarters, the Doctor laughing in response.

"It is not," McCoy countered, drinking from the glass that had been perilously close to the edge of the table.

"Hey Spock," Jim said in greeting when he noticed the Vulcan's arrival. "Everybody okay?"

"Where they should be," Spock agreed, sitting next to the Captain on the loveseat. "I see the revelry has continued unabated."

"Yep," Bones agreed. "No reason not to, huh?"

"True," Spock said, fighting to prevent a small smile from appearing at the sight of his two friends so clearly inebriated. "What were you discussing?"

"Mmm… I have no idea," Jim admitted with a silly grin for the Doctor. "You know?"

"Nope. But I'm sure whatever you just said wasn't true."

"Fine," Jim said with a shrug. He squinted to get the Doctor into focus wishing he would stop swaying in such a dizzying manner. "You want to sleep in Spock's bed?"

"Nah. I can make it to my quarters with no problem," Bones said, finishing his drink. "And with that, I will bid you good night."

"Shall I accompany you?" Spock asked.

"Nope. You stay right here with Jim. Maybe I'll see you at breakfast," McCoy said, leaving their quarters before either of them could reply. Jim shook his head, staring up at Spock.

"You aren't drunk, are you?"

"I am not. You, however, are quite intoxicated."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"I have no objections, t'hy'la. Are you ready for bed?" Spock asked, enjoying the weight of his Human who was leaning on him to remain close to upright.

"I guess. You'll sleep with me even though I'm drunk?"

"Of course. Generally when you reach this level of intoxication, you fall asleep quite rapidly."

"So having sex is out of the question."

"It is for you," Spock agreed, making the Captain laugh.

"Then it is for you too," Jim said with a wink.

"Most assuredly."

"Yep," Jim agreed, slowly and carefully standing and waiting for Spock. He leaned against the warmth of the other man as Spock gently guided him into the bathroom, making certain he could tend to his body's needs without assistance. That done, Jim quickly brushed his teeth and left for the bedroom, collapsing face down on his bed.

"Are you planning to sleep in your jeans?" Spock asked, gazing down at him in amusement.

"Yeah. Can't get them off," Jim said, his voice muffled by the pillow, his eyes closed.

"May I assist you?" Spock requested, sitting next to him.

"Sure. Better start with my shoes," Jim suggested.

"An excellent idea, Captain," Spock agreed, tugging them off and placing them carefully out of the way. "It would be easier if you would roll over."

"Uhnn…" Jim grunted, flopping over onto his back, one arm across his eyes, the other flung out to the side.

"Lights to 50%," Spock ordered, opening Jim's jeans.

"You meditating?" Jim mumbled, lifting his hips so Spock pull off his jeans and briefs.

"I am."

"Can you do it here?"

"I will. Any particular reason, t'hy'la?"

"Need you."

"I understand," Spock assured him, gently kissing his forehead before opening the buttons on his shirt. He tugged the arms free, pulling it out from beneath his almost-asleep Human.

"Thanks."

"Go to sleep, drendla. I will return in a moment."

"'Kay," Jim sighed, almost instantly surrendering to welcome emptiness of sleep.