Thank you everyone who has read reviewed,followed or and my story to there favorites I also want to thank Tishbing my beta for making my story so much better *****Warning**** This chapter does have a pretty graphic rape scene hey it rated "M" for a reason so if you have a issue with this sorta thing then please just skip this chapter but other chapters along the way might not make any since if you do. Please leave me a review I so nervous about this chapter let me know what you think!
Marcel was suddenly acutely aware of her state of dress, the knot she had tied in her robe had slightly loosened and she wasn't wearing a bra. She blushed fiercely. She hastily tightened her robe securely and invited Spock in and as he walked past her, she noticed how well he smelled. Like clean linens and rich foreign spices. A quiver ran over her body as he made his way past her. Trying to shake off the feeling, she politely excused herself and quickly grabbed some clothes, suddenly feeling naked in her sleepwear and robe.
Marcel ran for the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind her. Looking in the mirror she chastised herself.
"What the hell is wrong with you Marcel? You don't notice if a guy smells nice! Snap out of it!"
She quickly finished getting dressed. Meanwhile Spock stood silently, waiting and thinking about Marcel. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He meditated for hours trying to purge her from his mind. Something had happened the moment he had the encounter with her in the sickbay and he found that he didn't want to forget her.
She was the most extraordinary Earth woman he had ever encountered. She was aesthetically pleasing but she did not recognize it or wield it like a weapon like he had observed in the other Earth women. Marcel made her way out of the bathroom, blushing when she noticed Spock's focus was centered on her. Spock walked up to Marcel wanting to touch her but didn't dare. That would be improper. So he asked the one question he had been wanting to ask since he arrived.
"Miss Bonin, I take it that you have analyzed the material that I gave you yesterday since you spoke perfect Vulcan?"
"I did?" Marcel looked at Spock thoroughly confused.
"When I first got here I asked you in Vulcan "Are you in good health?" And you answered back. "Yes, I am in good health."
"Spock I'm ashamed but last night but I got side-tracked and there was just so much information to learn I just skimmed over the phonics and didn't study them at all."
"Would you permit me to corroborate a theory?" Spock asked. Spock walked up to the computer and asked Marcel to stand near him he scrolls through several subjects fast enough for Marcel to only catch a quick glimpse. A moment later he asked questions to everything she saw on the screen.
"Fascinating." Spock said. "Miss Bonin you have eidetic memory or better known as photographic memory in your century."
Marcel sat there shocked for a moment, then hastily got up from her seat her leg accidently brush up against Spock. Marcel felt a sharp tingling feeling and then felt deep concern and affection for her rolling off of Spock. It confused Marcel but it didn't stop her from her rant. This was the tipping point! She just couldn't handle everything that she's been through in the last several days.
"Well isn't that just fucking fantastic! Yet another god damn side effect! What else is going to happen to me?" Marcel's Cajun accent got thicker as she went on.
"As if I wasn't a big enough freak. Those fucking aliens fucked with my mind and now I can't touch people without getting flashes of random thoughts that I can't turn off. Oh and I'm a level 8 physic maybe stronger." Marcel is screaming at this point, her face bright red as her anger flowed from her in waves. Spock takes a quick stride towards her and grabs her by the shoulders.
"Calm yourself."
Marcel's eyes enlarged and before she could say anything Spock was being thrown into a memory that was not his own. An image of Marcel as a small child, tripped by a classmate on the schoolyard as he laughed and taunting her, calling her a freak. Before she can get away she was suddenly surrounded by a large group of kids, all of them chanting freak as the same kid started kicking her repeatedly in the ribs.
Then the scene changed again and Marcel was sitting in an office with the schools authority figure and her parents. Her fists were clenched and her head hanging as the people who were supposed to seek the truth failed her yet again.
"Marcel clearly has anger issues. Several of other students say that your daughter started the fight. You have to understand that there is only her word against that of over six other pupils with a drastically different version than her description of the events. We have decided to expel your daughter we have no room at our school for troubled students."
The scene changed one more time Marcel was much older. A young man was making a sexual advances towards her. She turns him down, only to have rumors of her being a whore that would sleep with anyone surface. The rumor made it to her mother and her mother believed the lies.
"You are such a disappointment Marcel." Marcel's mother said breaking Marcel's heart.
"But, Mother I'm a virgin! They are just rumors he spread because I wouldn't sleep with him." Marcel screamed at her mother.
"I don't believe you. You have always been a troubled child and I can't do this any more. I'm leaving you with your grandmother. Maybe she can do something with you."
The vision flashed and changed yet again. Spock tried to release Marcel to stop the visions but he couldn't. Spock had a sudden revelation this wasn't his telepathy. It was Marcel's and she was powerful. The vision was so real he could smell the wet earth and a floral scent. "Wisteria." Was whispered in his minds eye he saw a happy smiling Marcel walking on an old country dirt road an old pickup truck pulled up beside her.
"Darlin', Where ya going? Ya need a ride?" A greasy unsanitary man asked.
"No thanks I like to walk" Marcel said in an uneasy voice. Her body tense at the leering look from the pickup driver.
The vision change once again Marcel was walking on the same dirt road but it was much later. Crickets were chirping and Marcel was looking in a canvas bag she was carrying that was full of paints and other art supplies when a bright pair of headlights came up from behind her.
Before she could turn around she felt a sharp pain to the back of her head. Marcel woke up later. It was much darker outside and there was a deep pain in between her legs and the same man from earlier was on top of her grunting and thrusting into her.
Spock tried to pull out of the memory again but to his alarm he couldn't.
Marcel began to scream and the man stuffed a fowl smelling rag in her mouth.
"You're just so beautiful." The man whispered as he continued to assault her. She tried to push him off of her but he was stronger. His putrid breath was hot on her face.
"Hurry up Emmett. It's almost my turn." Another man said.
Marcel began to fight again and Emmett punched her in the face so hard that she felt her nose broke, the blood starting to drain to the back of her throat. The taste of copper was sharp in her mouth as she started to black out.
Marcel came to a different man was on top of her slapping her in the face and laughing.
"Wake up, bitch! I want to see your fear." He looked down at her with an evil grin of nicotine stained teeth. He roughly entered her anus and Marcel felt her insides being ripped and started to scream into her gag tears streaming down her face. Then man wrapped his big meaty hands around her throat and began to squeeze. Marcel began to see a small black dot that was rapidly getting bigger. She wished for it to end and welcomed to blackness. A loud flash and bang sounded in the night and the man fell dead beside her and then other man fell dead behind her. Just before she lost consciousness she saw her Nana and the Sheriff. Her grandmother's face white with fury, fire in her eyes.
Then the vision stopped and Spock was left staring into Marcel's violaceous eyes. Marcel began to mumble "Sorry" over and over again when her legs suddenly gave out underneath her. Spock softly caught her and sat her down. Marcel sat there never looking up. Marcel began to speak in a soft, trembling voice.
"I'm so sorry Spock. I couldn't stop it or control what was happening." She sobbed.
"Marcel I believe I can teach you to gain control if you would permit me." Spock said while straining to keep control of his own emotions.
"How are you going to do that?" Marcel said bitterly.
"I will teach you to meditate. I am sure that this will greatly benefit you." Spock said still struggling over this rage he felt at seeing the horrors Marcel had experienced. He forced a calm he did not feel into his voice.
"I will return in a few hours with the proper supplies." Spock said as he walked out into the hallway. He walked down the corridor towards his quarters as swiftly as he could with his fists clutched to his side willing himself to remain in control. Spock spent two hours in intense meditation trying to cleanse his mind of the rage he felt towards the nefarious violence he witnessed through Marcel's mind.
Done with his meditation, Spock's mind at peace once again, he made his way back to Marcel's quarters. He chimed her door several times with no answer but he could hear loud music on the other side of the door. Spock became very anxious and put his bypass code into the door and walked in and headed towards the computer clicking off the music. That is when he heard the sonic shower and Marcel softly crying.
"Miss Bonin, are you well?" Spock asked through the door. He didn't get an answer right away.
Then he heard her reply in a soft voice "I don't know."
"Miss Bonin can I come inside?" After several minutes she replied again with a soft "Yes" and Spock walked into the bathroom and stiffens at what is before him. Marcel is sitting in the sonic shower fully clothed, scrubbing at her body. She looks up at him with a haunted expression.
"I can't get the smell of him off my body. I've scrubbed and scrubbed but I can still smell him on my body." She cried.
"Miss Bonin, I will go get the doctor." Spock said stiffly not knowing what else to do.
"NO!" Marcel screamed at Spock "Nobody else can know! Please Spock! Don't tell anyone. I can't have them look at me differently I'm not that strong." She pleaded.
"It is illogical to not accept help when you clearly need it." Spock explained.
"What the hell was logical about that night or any other part of my life?" Marcel screamed.
"And stop calling me Miss Bonin. That's my mother's name and I'm not her. I will never be her because she was a hateful bitch. My name is Marcel or Marcy if you want but never ever Miss Bonin." She hissed.
"Marcel it is illogical to not accept help. If you will not let me retrieve the doctor then let me help you."
Marcel just nodded her head yes. Spock stood there, emotions were not his strong-suit but he couldn't do nothing. Almost every man Marcel had ever known had damaged her in some way, the school administrator, her father for not standing up to her mother and finally the men in the woods. He didn't want to be added to that list.
He knew he had to get her out of the sonic shower so he did the only logical thing that came to mind. He bent down and picked her up and to his astonishment she let him. She clung to him and cried softly. Spock carried Marcel to the bed so she could rest however she wouldn't let go of him.
Spock stood there ramrod straight and holding a very fragile Marcel. He had failed every woman that had ever come into his life. He had failed to save his mother and then there was the destruction of Vulcan. He thought back to his failed relationship with Nyota Uhura, remembering day it fell apart.
"Your minds are not compatible. There can be no marriage bond to this human."
He was stunned. The healer pulled her hands off of his and Nyota's faces with a sad look. He then did the only logical thing left and broke it off with Nyota. Without the bond he would have killed her during his pon farr and that was not acceptable. He cared too much for her to risk that happening.
"Thank you Spock. You can sit me down now." Marcel whispered into his ear. Spock flushed green when he realized she was no longer clinging to him. Spock hastily sat her onto the bed.
"Spock, please let me apologize to you. I'm not usually like this. I'm stronger than this and I realize that you are way out of your comfort zone. This is something I'd already dealt with a very long time ago." Marcel said grimly trying to give Spock reassurance that she was well now. She sniffed and looked away trying to push her pain away.
"So...um...Spock you were going to teach me how to meditate?" Marcel quickly asked trying to deflate to whole awkward situation.
"Indeed I did." Spock reassured her, quickly regaining his composure yet again. Spock produced two wicker mats, a candle and some incense.
Spock laid the mats on the floor and instructed Marcel to sit in a comfortable position. He dimmed the lights to thirty percent and lit the candles and incense, also walking to the computer typing something and soon a low pulsating tone started to come from the speakers.
"This is a binaural tone. It will be eminently helpful with relaxation. Now concentrate on your breathing. Deep and even breaths." He instructed in a monotone voice. Spock watched Marcel effortlessly gain a full meditative state and was so momentarily astounded his eyebrow shot up into his hairline. She truly was an extraordinary female. Spock soon followed Marcel in meditation.
A few hours later Marcel opened her eyes, no longer in a meditative state. The room was still dimly lit but the candles and incense had burned themselves out. The tone was still beating from the speakers.
Marcel calmly walked to the computer and said "Stop program." Spock opened his eyes and Marcel was standing by the computer smiling. "Thank you Spock I feel better. Lighter and more in control." Marcel said with a newfound confidence. Spock nodded his acceptance of her gratitude.
"Marcel, you will need several more sessions to gain complete control of your abilities and until then you should refrain from physical contact with any one. The outcome is uncertain." Spock said as he stood up straight with his hands behind his back.
"I am confident you will excel at anything you put your mind to Marcel." Spock school his features into a blank look that Marcel was beginning to see through. She could feel the emotions rolling off of Spock but decided that it was best that she keep that information to herself.
The quiet awkwardness of the room was broken by a deep rumbling sound from Marcel stomach.
"You didn't partake in your midday meal?" Spock asked Marcel.
"No dad. I was a little distracted today." Marcel said jokingly.
Spock was puzzled. "I am not your father." Spock said looking at Marcel.
"Oh Spock, it was a joke! Of course you're not my dad. It just means your acting like my dad." Marcel laughed. "I think you would have liked him Spock. My father was a humanitarian. He did many charitable things for the citizens of Louisiana." Her eyes darkened in memory.
"That was ultimately what killed him and my mother. They were in New Orleans trying to evacuate people that didn't have transportation. They were held up and couldn't leave so they ended up drowning. Seven days later he was found in some washed up debris. My mother's body was never found. I was told that her body probably washed out to sea. Well that's enough about that subject." Marcel said quickly changing the subject.
"If it is agreeable with you I will accompany you to dinner?" Spock asked in his composed usual manner. The rapid change in subject only throwing him momentarily.
"Yeah, sure hon. I'm as hungry as a termite in a metal building. Just let me run a brush through this mess." Marcel said pointing at her hair. Marcel turned around and headed towards bathroom. Spock started to say something but thought it was best that he didn't. Five minutes later Marcel walks back towards Spock. She had managed to brush her hair and change her clothes.
Spock and Marcel made their way down to the galley. Spock was walking briskly but Marcel kept up with ease. They make it to the turbo lift and they both get in. Spock looked down at Marcel.
"Marcel my I ask you a personal query?"
"Yes anything." She answered.
"What did you do in your time?" The question had been at the forefront of his thoughts.
"I really didn't do anything. The only thing I was ever good at was painting so I guess I was an artist." Marcel answered with a shrug. "My Nana had many of my paintings hanging up around the family house. She liked hanging in the central hall so everyone could see them when they first walked into house. She always told me I had real talent." She smiled at the memory.
"Spock could you do me a favor?" Marcel asked suddenly nervous and shuffling her feet. Spock looked down at Marcel and nodded.
"Could you get Jim to stop complimenting on my beauty? It makes me really uncomfortable." Marcel said with a slight frown. Spock nodded his head understanding.
Spock and Marcel got off the turbo lift and took a right and there was the galley again, just as packed as before and everyone turned and stared at her and Spock. Everyone soon turned around to mind their own business except one person who was giving Marcel the stink eye. Marcel looked at Spock but he didn't seem to notice and walked to the food replicators so she followed along but it was getting harder and harder for her to ignore it. When Spock and Marcel got close to the table the woman quickly turned around and started to whisper among the large group of women she was sitting with.
When Spock and Marcel finally made it too the replicators to get their food she relaxed a bit with the thought of food. Spock ordered Plomeek soup Marcel looked at it for a moment and had to ask "Is that a Vulcan food? And what does it taste like?"
"Affirmative. It is a Vulcan dish and I prefer mine quite spicy." Spock answered slightly distracted by someone behind her. Marcel knew better than to turn around so she continued to talk to Spock.
"Can you order me a small bowl so I can try it?" Marcel said with a grin. Spock slowly looked down at Marcel.
"Are you positive? Humans tend to find Plomeek soup to be too spicy." Marcel shook her head with a wry smile.
"You had me with spicy and I'm pretty sure I can handle it. They invented spicy in the south." Marcel said with a smile, loving the idea of trying her first alien food.
Spock stepped aside holding a tray with both his and Marcel's soup on it while Marcel ordered more food for herself. Marcel ordered okra gumbo, potato salad with no eggs and crème brulee for dessert. As Spock and Marcel walked to the only empty seats, she notices that the woman is gone.
"Thank god." Marcel mumbles under her breath.
"What did you say?" Spock asks as they take their seats.
"Oh, sorry Spock. I was talking to myself." Marcel answered. Spock tilted his head and with a very slight smirk.
"Talking to ones self can be a sign of mental illness."
Marcel looked at Spock with a blank look for several moments then smiled a huge grin. "Spock, I do believe you're making fun of me." Marcel said laughing.
Marcel's laughter was interrupted by a man in a red uniform and a thick Scottish accent.
"Commander Spock, may I join you and the lass?" The man asked as he sat down.
"Hiya Lassie! I am Montgomery Scott. You can call me Scotty. I'm the Chief Engineer of this lovely lady." He swept an arm out clearly referring to the Enterprise.
"And you must be that lass we found on that alien vessel. I'd love to get my hands her. To think that they were flying around so long ago and we still hadn't even left our own solar system yet." Scotty said then he took a bite of the biggest sandwich Marcel ever seen.
"Hi Scotty. My name is Marcel." Marcel said as she grabbed her small bowl of Plomeek soup off of Spock's tray.
Scotty eyed Marcel's selection warily.
"Lassie I wouldn't eat that if I were you. It will burn a hole in your gut." Scotty said looking worried for Marcel. She shrugged in reply.
"Oh come on guys. There is no way it is that spicy and anyway, I grew up eating hot peppers right out of my Nana's garden. I think I can handle this soup and if I can't...well, I would have finally found one food that is to spicy for me too eat." Marcel said taking the challenge. Marcel took a spoon full of the soup and popped it into her mouth Marcel's eyes got and she mumbled.
"Not bad but it needs some Tabasco."
Scotty's eyes turned into saucers and he started laughing.
"Lassie, you're crazy. I like you." Scotty laughed as he stuffed the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth.
"Ach lassie, it was nice to meet you but I've got to head back to engineering before they mess up stuff down there." Scotty said as he got up from the table.
Spock and Marcel sat there for several minutes while they both ate. Marcel was savoring her soup which she could only describe as a bland heat. It really needed salt or something but she ate it any way.
Marcel and Spock finished eating in quiet awkwardness. Marcel's mind began to wander back to the women she saw when she first came into the galley. She was attractive with dark skin and perfect hair.
Marcel's thoughts were interrupted by a young man's voice with a thick Russian accent over a loud speaker.
"All senior officers report to the Captain's ready room." Spock got up and looked down at Marcel.
"I am certain that you can get to your quarters on your own?" He asked. Marcel looked up at Spock and waved him off.
"Yes Spock. I'm good. I can get back on my own." Marcel replied. Spock got up and walked out of the galley with his hands behind his back.
Marcel left the galley and was headed back to her room. She stepped onto the turbo lift and silently waited for her floor but to Marcel's surprise the woman from earlier entered the lift with her. Marcel felt waves of jealously rolling off the woman and tried to put as much distance between them as she could. The women stood there with her hands behind her back never looking at Marcel and said.
"If you hurt him, I will hurt you."
"What you talking about? I would never hurt anyone." Marcel said. The woman looked at Marcel.
"You know that he loves you right?"
"What?" Marcel almost yelled out of sheer surprise.
"How could you not know how he feels about you? He has barely left your side for two days straight." Marcel was confused and shocked. He didn't love her...did he? Sure she felt certain affection for her from him but love? God. She was confused now more than ever.
"I'm sure that you are mistaken. He has just been helping me to adjust to everything." Marcel said nervously unsure of herself.
The women eyed her for a moment then kept talking.
"He looks at you in a way that he never looked at me." The woman said in a sad voice.
"If you two are going to become close I think we should try to get along. My name is Nyota Uhura and I'm the communications officer and Spock's x-girlfriend."
"I think I would like that. My name is Marcel by the way." Marcel said, still a little confused."
"Well this is my stop; we should get together and talk Marcel." Nyota said as she stepped off the turbo-lift.
Captain's ready room
Nyota just walked in.
"Alright now that everyone is here, let's get down to business." Jim said as Nyota took her seat.
"Starfleet Command has reported back. Our orders are to gather as much information on the Auroraion's vessel and the Auroraion's themselves as possible. Also, Starfleet is very concerned. They believe that the Romulans might have intercepted the message we sent them. After we gather all the useful information from the vessel we have been ordered to destroy it so it doesn't fall into the Romulan's hands and that we are to protect Marcel Bonin by any means possible." Jim said with a serious look.
"Here is the plan. We need to get this done as quick as possible and get out of here quick. Scotty, grab yourself a team and check the vessel and Mr Spock, we need to download that ships memory to a storage device for further inspection. Dr. McCoy we need a complete work-up on those two Auroraion's. Did the cultures you took contain any diseases that are lethal or harmful to humans or vulcans? "Jim asked.
"No Jim. I'm pretty sure we are all safe unless one of us is related to a dog." McCoy said with a smirk.
"Well guys, that's it. We start at 0600 in the morning. You're dismissed."
McCoy came up next to Jim.
"Jim I've got a really bad feeling about this." They watched the rest of the senior officer walking off.
"I know Bones me too." Jim said with a frown.
Nyota walked fast so she could keep up with Spock.
"Would you please just slow down for a moment Spock?" Nyota said loud enough for Spock to hear. He slowed down a little and Nyota continued.
"Spock, I just wanted to tell you that I talked to Marcel." Spock stopped walking and looked at Nyota. Nyota continued to talk.
"I think she is a sweet girl and I hope you two work out. I hope she is what you need." And with that Nyota walked off in the opposite direction, almost bumping into Jim in her hasty exit.
Jim gave Nyota one of his sexiest smiles and seemed to deflate when she didn't notice. Jim walked quickly trying to catch up with the commander.
"Hey Spock! I wanted to ask you about the smoking hot women you seem to be spending most of your free time with lately?" Jim asked while wiggling his eyebrow suggestively.
Spock stopped and looked at Jim. He had a sudden urge to strangle Jim till his head popped off but as soon as the thought came to him he stuffed it down.
"Captain, would you please reframe from remarking about Miss Bonin's appearance. She finds it profoundly unpleasant and she wishes that you would stop." Jim looked at Spock and shook his head.
"Yeah yeah yeah. I get it Spock. I'll lay off the girl if you will answer one question for me. You like her don't you?" Jim asked Spock with a devilish smile.
Spock instantly stiffened at Jim's question and Jim's eyes widened.
"Oh my god you do like her! Well go get her." Jim said as he slapped Spock on the back and walked away.
Nyota was headed towards the quest quarters where Marcel was staying. "All I want is for Spock to be happy." Nyota thought as she continued to walk. "If this woman makes him happy then she was happy for him. Spock needs to be with a human. He needs someone who can openly show emotion even if Spock was too stubborn to admit it." Nyota thought as she reached Marcel's door. As she reached out and rang the buzzer she could hear faint guitar music from inside the room.
