Well, this is chapter six. Finally getting closer to the other half of the story! Still feels like it's moving painfully slow. I wanted to get this up quickly since the last couple of chapters seemed so empty. I skipped the part where they're getting ready to go to the Narada. It was such a tiny part and I really didn't fell like writing it, but, just so y'all know, Nyota doesn't kiss Spock. At least not like they did in the movie. They're just friends. I indulged myself for once.
This is also the chapter where this story finally really earns that M rating. Unfortunately, it's not with Jim and Spock, but you'll have to read and see. Just a small warning for explicitness, though.
Disclaimer: I believe I would at least have had a script if I had owned Star Trek, instead of watching the DVD and pausing every couple of seconds. No, there's no possible way that I own anything related to it.
This is War.
Chapter Six: The Moment to Fight.
"Father," Spock said as he walked away from Doctor McCoy. The older Vulcan turned towards him. "You wished to speak with me?"
"Yes," Sarek replied and they distanced themselves from the rest of the crew on the bridge. "How is your control?"
"I am functioning well," Spock answered him. He felt a twinge of guilt for deceiving his father on such an important matter, but no one, including his father, could know that he was slipping.
"Many of the Vulcans on board are experiencing difficulty," Sarek informed him. "It would be understandable if you were as well."
"Father, I am well," Spock repeated. "But when we have rejoined with the rest of Starfleet, I will be turning over command to a… more capable officer to avoid any complications."
Sarek turned to his son in undisguised surprise. He said nothing.
"Captain Spock! Detecting unauthorized access to Water Turbine Control Board," Chekov called from his station.
Spock stepped away from his father and next to the ensign. "Bring up the video," he ordered. When the ensign did as he was told he saw Kirk and another man run off screen. He felt surprise and irritation that the cadet had somehow managed to outwit him once again. "Security, seal the Engineering Deck. We have intruders in Turbine Section Three. Set phasers to stun."
A few minutes later two security officers escorted Kirk and the man who had been with him onto the bridge. The mystery man was soaked. Spock walked over to them.
"Who are you?"
"I'm with him," the man said.
"He's with me," Kirk answered as well. Spock looked at him and couldn't miss his glare. Spock suppressed the urge to recoil. It was the same glare Stonn had looked at him with before he would inflict bodily harm.
"We are traveling at warp speed. How did you manage to beam aboard this ship?" Spock ground out. The needs of the many outweighed those of the few. The ship came before his discomfort.
"Well, you're the genius, you figure it out," Kirk replied.
"As Acting Captain of this vessel, I order you to answer the question," Spock said, feeling the now-familiar sensation of losing his patience with the obstinate cadet.
"Well, I'm not telling, Acting Captain," Kirk said, his expression defiant. His eyes seemed to glow when he saw Spock's jaw clench. "What did…? That doesn't frustrate you, now does it? My lack of cooperation? That doesn't make you angry?"
Spock turned to the Scottish man beside Kirk. "Are you a member of Starfleet?"
"I…Yes. Can I get a towel, please?" the man asked.
"Under penalty of court martial, I order you to explain to me how you were able to beam aboard this ship while moving at warp."
"Well-" the man started.
"Don't answer him," Kirk interrupted.
"You will answer me," Spock ordered.
The man looked between the two opposing men telling him what to do. "I'd rather not take sides."
Kirk pushed past him and closer to Spock. "What is it with you Spock? Your planet was just destroyed, your mother murdered, and you're not even upset."
"If you are presuming that these experiences in any way impede my ability to command this ship, you are mistaken," Spock lied. He would not show weakness to this… shark.
"Yet you are the one who said fear was necessary for command. I mean did you see his ship? Did you see what he did?" Kirk questioned. His words were under toned by every word Stonn had spoken to Spock when they were in private.
"Yes, of course I did," Spock forced out, jaw clenched. He needed to stay in control.
"So are you afraid or aren't you?" Kirk demanded.
"I will not allow you to lecture me about the merits of emotion," Spock hedged, weakening.
"Then why don't you stop me?" Kirk asked.
"Step away from me, Mr. Kirk," Spock growled, feeling his control near its breaking point.
"You know, what is it like not to feel anger? Or heartbreak? Or the need to stop at nothing to avenge the death of the woman who gave birth to you?" Kirk tried a different tactic. A more harmful one. Stonn's words were rising in volume.
"Back away from me."
"You feel nothing!"
"You are worthless."
"It must not even compute for you!"
"You will never compare to full-blooded Vulcans."
"You never loved her!"
Spock roared as he swung his fist at Kirk. His world faded to black as he felt adrenaline coursing through his body. He wanted Kirk to regret every word he had said. Every word Stonn had said.
"Spock!"
He came back when he heard his father. His hand was around Kirk's throat as the cadet attempted to gasp for air. Air that Spock's hand was blocking from getting past his throat. Emotions slammed through Spock's shields, shattering the already cracked barriers.
Anger. Guilt. Acceptance. Fear. So many other emotions that Spock did not have the time or presence of mind to identify. He looked down into the cadet's eyes as they stared up at him and felt himself drawn even further in.
I'm sorry.
Spock broke the contact with an inaudible gasp, tearing his hand from the cadet's throat. Kirk began to cough and gasp. Spock staggered away.
How? How had it escaped his notice?
Spock stared at the cadet before turning away.
"Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty. I hereby relinquish my command, based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date in the ships log," Spock uttered out before staggering off the bridge.
James Kirk. The insufferable cadet who could force him to show emotion. That was his abrupik. His dominant. Spock had once again drawn an unacceptable mate. Stonn had nearly destroyed him. There was no doubt in Spock's mind that this cadet, who hated him as well, would shatter him with no hope of repair.
"Attention, crew of the Enterprise. This is James Kirk. Mr. Spock has resigned commission and advanced me to acting captain. I know you were all expecting to regroup with the fleet, but I'm ordering a pursuit course of the enemy ship to Earth. I want all departments at battle stations and ready in ten minutes. Either we're going down or they are. Kirk out."
Spock made his way through the ship as Kirk's announcement rang through the halls. He clenched his jaw to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
He found himself drawn to the transporter room. He stared at the spot his mother should have returned with him to. No one could see the tears that slid down his face.
"Speak your mind, Spock," Sarek said quietly as he entered the room.
"That would be unwise," Spock whispered.
"What is necessary is never unwise," Sarek replied.
"I am as conflicted as I once was as a child," Spock admitted.
"You will always be a child of two worlds. I am grateful for this. And for you," Sarek told him.
Spock turned to face him, not hiding his tears. "I feel anger for the one who took Mother's life. An anger I cannot control."
"I believe that she would say, 'do not try to,'" Sarek told him. He stepped up beside him. "You asked me once why I married your mother. I married her because I loved her."
Spock reeled. Sarek had once told him that he had entered his time while he was on Earth and Spock's mother was the only nepik near enough that could quench the flames. Spock had thought their bonding had been only for convenience.
"Spock, Kirk… is not Stonn," Sarek told him. Spock's head swung up to stare at him. "I saw your connection on the bridge. Only your true mate could engender such emotions."
"I cannot trust Kirk," Spock replied.
"Stonn is gone. After you fled Vulcan, Stonn was convicted of his crimes. He spent the rest of his days in a mental prison, telepathy stripped from him. Till today's events,"Sarek said. He did not need to say that Stonn had been on Vulcan when it had been destroyed. "We were wrong to bond you with Stonn. He was not your intended. You must accept that you need your mate. Kirk… he's your abrupik."
Spock stepped onto the bridge, control once again in place, in time to hear Ensign Chekov's idea and Doctor McCoy question him.
"Doctor. Mr. Chekov is correct. I can confirm his telemetry," the group of officers turned to him. He joined them. "If Mr. Sulu is able to maneuver us into position, I can beam aboard Nero's ship, steal back the black hole device and, if possible, bring back Captain Pike."
"I won't allow you to do that, Mr. Spock," Kirk disagreed.
"Romulans and Vulcans share a common ancestry. Our cultural similarities will make it easier for me to access the ship's computer and locate the device," Spock argued. "Also, my mother was human, which makes Earth the only home I have left."
"Then I'm coming with you," Kirk replied.
"I would cite regulation, but I know you will simply ignore it," Spock said.
"See? We are getting to know each other," Kirk smiled, before lightly slapping his shoulder as he walked by.
"Ambassador Spock, you are on a collision course. Incoming missiles. If the ship is hit, the red matter will be ignited," the computer told him.
Spock stared at the approaching missiles. "Understood."
The Enterprise swooped out of warp and destroyed the missiles. Spock kept on course, flying towards the Narada.
It was in that moment that Spock felt peace for the first time in his life. He was about to die. He would be with his mother and his child that had died so many years ago. He would never have to worry about his condition ever again. He would never have to fear having a mate or going through pon farr without one. He was free.
As he flew the ship, he did not notice the swirling light of a transporter till he was on board the Enterprise. He turned to see Kirk and Captain Pike. He buried his feelings of disappointment. It was illogical to feel anything but relieved at having not perished.
"Nice timing, Scotty," Kirk grinned as he began to help Pike off the pad.
"I've never beamed three people from two targets onto one pad before," Scotty laughed.
"Jim," Doctor McCoy called as he ran up to his friend, taking the Captain's other side.
"Bones," Jim replied.
"I got him," McCoy said and Kirk let go and walked out of the transporter room. Spock followed him to the bridge.
"Captain, the enemy ship is losing power! Their shields are down, sir," Chekov reported when they reached the bridge.
"Hail them now," Kirk ordered.
"Aye," Chekov said as he turned to his task.
They soon saw Nero's face on the view screen.
"This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Your ship is compromised. Too close to the singularity to survive without assistance, which we are willing to provide," Kirk spoke with authority.
"Captain, what are you doing?" Spock turned so that the Romulan couldn't see him speaking.
"Showing them compassion may be the only way to earn peace with Romulus. It's logic, Spock. I thought you'd like it," Kirk whispered back.
"No, not really. Not this time," Spock said. He really wanted to tell the other man 'To hell with logic.'
"I would rather suffer the end of Romulus a thousand times. I would rather die in agony than accept assistance from you," Nero interrupted them.
"You got it. Arm phasers. Fire everything we've got," Kirk ordered. When he turned from the screen, Spock could see pleasure on the Captain's face at being able to issue that order. Spock felt no small amount of gladness as well.
"Yes, sir," Sulu agreed and began locking targets.
Spock returned to his station, but turned to watch Nero's ship be destroyed before each piece of it was swallowed by the black hole.
"Sulu, let's go home," Kirk told the Lieutenant.
"Yes, sir," he answered.
Leonard McCoy rubbed his eyes. The injured members of the crew were finally stabilized. He had rested for a few hours before returning to his office. He still had more duties to attend to.
Several, if not all, members of the crew were at risk of breaking down from witnessing the events of the past few days. All of the crew who had been on the bridge were a part of that group. Leonard was reviewing their medical records for anything he would need to know about if anyone had a meltdown.
Truly, the people on the ship he was worried the most about were the Vulcans. Their reluctance to speak of their emotions to any of the medical staff trained in psychology combined with the stress of losing their planet and many of the bonds they had had with those who had perished on Vulcan would have a very large, very negative impact on them. He was just waiting for the first to break and not looking forward to it.
He was interrupted by a knock on his door.
"Come in," he called and Lieutenant Uhura stepped in.
"Doctor McCoy," she said.
"How can I help you?"
"I…I'm not feeling well," she replied.
Leonard stood and took a medical tricorder from his desk as he walked around it to her. He started scanning. "What are your symptoms?"
She shut her eyes and whimpered. He looked down at the face of the scanner and clenched his jaw to keep from cursing. Her hormone levels were completely wrong.
"Do you have any idea what could be wrong?" he asked, trying to hide his worry. He didn't want her to panic.
"I think so," she gasped. "I… I'm a submissive."
Leonard's hands stilled and his mind nearly shut down before retrieving the needed information.
He had learned about submissives and dominants in both medical school and Starfleet. It was a genetic variation that appeared in many species throughout the universe. It pointed to them all having a common ancestry.
Submissives, when their nature emerged (much like a second puberty), sought out a dominant, most often one whom they already had a connection with.
"Uhura," he said slowly. "Aren't you with Spock?"
She shook her head and stepped closer to him.
"Uhura—"
"It's Nyota," she corrected.
"Nyota," he amended, "we're in my office, where anyone can come in. Not to mention, you don't really know me well."
"Doctor, I've felt a connection with you since the day we were on the shuttle together to come to the academy," she said.
"Nyota," he sighed.
"Please," she interrupted him. She looked up at him with dilated eyes. He could practically feel the need radiating off of her.
"I don't want to take advantage of you," he whispered.
"You're not," she told him and stood on her toes so that her lips could reach his.
Leonard remembered kissing his ex-wife before things had gone south in a hand basket between them. It was nothing like this. This was like fire, burning them both, but the flames didn't injure them.
They pulled back, flushed.
"Let's go to my quarters," he whispered. "I'm off duty anyways. And Nyota?" he made sure she was listening. "Call me Leonard."
He pulled her, even though she wasn't resisting, out of his office and sickbay. They reached his quarters quickly as they were not far. As soon as the door was shut behind them, he was kissing her again. He pulled the tie from her hair and it fell around her shoulders. He threaded a hand through the strands with a sigh into her lips. She hung on to his shirt with both hands.
He broke their kiss and kissed his way to her ear. "You're beautiful," he whispered and felt her shiver. He closed his lips just over the area under her ear and sucked. She moaned and pushed herself closer to him.
"Leonard," she whimpered. "Please. Don't tease me."
"As you wish, princess," he whispered into her ear and pulled away. He took her hands and led her across the room and into the sleeping area. He turned and pushed her down onto the bed. He settled above her, bearing most of his weight on his elbows placed on either side of her head so that he would not crush her. He kissed her again.
When he had studied submissives in his classes, he had been told that their bodies became incredibly sensitive, but he had not realized exactly how sensitive they really were. His every touch, breath, or whisper made her sigh. He loved how responsive she was.
Leonard sat up and she helped him pull off her uniform. She wore a plain, white bra and underwear to match. The white against her dark, silky skin was gorgeous. He stroked her side and whispered just how beautiful she was into her ear.
He suddenly felt her hands pull his shirt up and he leaned back and stripped it quickly before throwing it to the floor where it joined her dress.
Nyota wrapped her legs around his still-clothed thighs and his cock was pressed to her stomach.
"Nyota," he groaned as he unhooked her bra. He threw it to the floor before he leant down and caught a rigid nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue before sucking. She moaned, arching into his touch. He switched and gave her other nipple the same treatment.
"Leonard," she gasped. "I-I-"
"I know, princess," he rasped into her clavicle. He felt her shudder beneath him as she had her first orgasm of the night. He looked down at her flushed face and leaned forward and kissing her softly. "So beautiful."
Her hands tugged his belt loose and Nyota tossed it to the floor before they both made short work of his pants. She pushed both the pants and his boxer briefs down. He quickly pulled them the rest of the way off, along with his socks. He settled back over her and felt her hand touch his member. Her hand was almost tentative as it stroked up towards the head. He groaned, showing his appreciation.
"Nyota," he gasped. "Are you sure about this?"
His answer was her taking her panties off and pulling him down on top of her. Her body was warm and soft and he whispered his amazement to her as his hands explored her body.
His hands finally came to rest on her hips and he kissed her one last time before moving himself to her entrance.
"Leonard," she whispered. He looked down at her blushing face. "I…I'm a virgin."
He stilled completely and stared at her as her face heated even more and she shut her eyes. "You're a…virgin?"
She nodded, eyes still closed.
He kissed her until she finally relaxed underneath him and opened her eyes.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Are you completely sure you want me to-"
"Leonard, it's been you for years," she whispered.
He nodded and cleared his throat. "I'll try to be gentle."
He repositioned himself and watched her as he slowly pushed in. He knew he would have to break her hymen, even though it would hurt her. He came to the barrier and paused before pushing through. She gasped and quickly covered her mouth,
"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing her arms, hands, neck and face. He tried to keep still. "I'm so sorry."
She finally uncovered her mouth, eyes wet. "It's okay," she said. "It had to happen. Leonard…"
He nodded and slowly pulled out before pushing back in just as slowly. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not as much," Nyota whispered. "It's dulling. Keep moving."
"As you wish, princess," Leonard said, complying. At her urging their pace soon sped up until he was thrusting in and out of her rapidly.
He held her close as she trembled from her second climax. Her walls tightened around him and held still till he was sure he wouldn't explode. He kissed her throat, cheeks, nose, and lips as she came back down.
Nyota wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, causing his thrusts to push deeper in her. She gasped and trembled beneath him.
"Leonard," she sighed and moaned.
He rocked into her, watching every change in her expression, committing each to memory, never to be forgotten.
She tightened her walls around him one more and Leonard lost it. He thrust deep inside her one last time as she climaxed and he spent himself within her.
He lay beside her as they caught their breath. She turned her head to him. He leaned forward and kissed her softly.
"So you were never with Spock?" he asked.
She shook her head. "He's been my friend forever. And he's like me."
"He's a submissive?" Leonard asked, confused. He had learned in his classes that most often male Vulcans were dominants.
"Yeah," Nyota yawned and cuddled closer to him, throwing a slender leg over his hip.
"At least you're mine," Leonard whispered and kissed her cheek before pulling the blanket over them both. "Go to sleep. I'll be here."
She was already falling asleep in his arms. "'Night, Leonard. I love you." And she fell asleep.
He stared at her. In the years since his divorce, he had always ran when a girl told him she loved him. But now? He didn't want to run. Not from Nyota.
"I think I love you, too," he whispered before joining her in sleep.
Well, there's that. Um, that was a bit uncomfortable and now I'm even more nervous about posting this. Though, for once, I can tell my boyfriend that I was reading/writing straight smut. Blame the interviews on my DVD for having Bones and Uhura together. They just looked so cute together! It was mostly so I could be more comfortable when I finally get to the next few smut scenes. Don't forget to review and tell me how I'm doing! I have no idea unless you click that little button and write me a quick message.
I forgot to mention that Amanda's last words to Spock were from the IMSDB. And "To hell with logic" is from the novel written for the movie. It's a shame the first one wasn't in the movie and the second one made me laugh when I saw it in the book. I kinda wish both were in the movie!
In the next chapter, there'll be more Spirky goodness! Finally getting to the good part of the story! And it should be split between Spock and Jim's POV's!
