Hey, sorry this took so long. I've had it done for about a week, but I wanted to post it with the epilogue. Yes, that means that the story is completely finished. There will be no more. But, I'll work as fast as I can to write the Scotty/Chekov story (which could be a while because I was stupid and took almost all AP courses this school year -_-;).

Pairings: Kirk/Spock (major), Scotty/Chekov (minor)

Warnings: nothing bad this chapter


Dream Encounters


A New Day: Kirk


When Kirk woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his entire body ached. His limbs felt like they were made of jell-o, and event he slightest movement of his lower half sent a stabbing pain shooting up his spine. His ass and thighs felt tender and swollen, and he was very glad that he was positioned on his stomach. He had expected there to be pain afterward; he and Spock had been fucking for God only knew how long. (Besides, he had lived through worse.) Kirk had also expected to be covered in cum, but apparently Spock had cleansed him of any bodily fluids.

Finally opening his eyes, Kirk looked to the other side of the bed. Spock was not lying next to him. He lifted his head to look around the room, but Spock was nowhere to be seen. With a great amount of effort, he scooted himself to the edge of the bed until he felt the floor under his feet. Keeping his hands on the bed to steady himself, Kirk stood up, nearly falling over, but managing to keep himself upright. Seeing that a thin robe had been set on the foot of the bed for him, Kirk hobbled over and put it on.

Kirk walked slowly out to the hall, leaning against the wall for support as he tried to navigate the building. Eventually, he came to a large, high-ceilinged room where Bones was sitting with the elder Spock at a low table.

Seeing Kirk limping into the room, Bones immediately ran to his side, putting a hand on the small of his back to lead him over to the sitting area. He guided Kirk to sit in one of of the more well-cushioned chairs.

Kirk hissed in pain. "Bones, help me back up. Sitting makes my ass hurt," he whined.

"Of course your ass hurts, Nimrod!" Bones exclaimed. "You've been in that room for three days! I'm surprised you were even able to get out of bed!"
"I've got to find Spock."

"You ain't doin' shit 'til I've looked you over!"

"But Bonesy..." Kirk complained.

"Jim, I believe it would be wise to let Doctor McCoy examine you," Spock cut in. "My younger self was distressed at seeing you in this state once he came back to himself. Once you have been healed sufficient, it should be fine for you to go see him. I believe you will find him in the courtyard."

"Thanks." Kirk smiled at the old Vulcan before Bones dragged him off to the room he had been given for his stay.

"Drop the robe and lie face down on the bed," Bones instructed as he dug through his bag for his medical tricorder and other equipment. Kirk did as he was told, wanting to be done with this so he could go find Spock. He heard a quiet "Goddamn" as Bones approached him.

"Just look at these bruises! What did he do? Paddle you?"

"Not that I recall," Kirk joked.

"Very funny," Bones growled. Kirk could see the scowl on his friend's face in his mind's eye. "Now—oh, Jesus, I can't believe I'm sayin' this to you!--spread your legs." Kirk tried—and failed—to hold in his laughter. His laughter immediately transformed into a gasp of pain when Bones spread his ass cheeks. "There's some tearing, but nothing too serious," Bones said, shifting into "Doctor Mode." Kirk heard the beeping of the tricorder. "No fractures or internal bleeding. Any injuries appear to be superficial."

"That's good."

"You bet your ass it is!" Bones said as he ran the dermal-regenerator over Kirk's various cuts and bruises. "Do you have any idea how lucky you are? I asked the old hobgoblin more about this Pon Farr ordeal, and he told me that it is not uncommon for the submissive partner to be in critical condition by the end of it, and the number of deaths isn't exactly low either!"

"Why can't you ever look at the positive, Bones?" Kirk asked. "I'm fine. So can I go now?"

"Fine, whatever. But we're stayin' down here so you can rest until you're fully healed. And I don't care how fine you think you are, you are not to engage in any kind of sexual activity until I say so. Period."

"Alright, mother," Kirk mumbled.

"Git outta here before I add any more bruises to your collection," Bones growled.

Kirk didn't have to be told twice.

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Just as the elder Vulcan had predicted, Kirk found Spock sitting on a bench in the middle of the courtyard, his back toward the entryway. As he approached the other man, Kirk was hit with a wave of guilt and self-loathing that became more intense as he got closer. He knew these were Spock's emotions, not his.

"Spock," he began quietly.

"I must apologize," Spock interrupted, his voice low and wavering.

"Wha--?"

"You put yourself through the blood fever just to save my life. You sacrificed a great deal for me, far more than any captain should ever have to give for their first officer; however, my life is not worth binding yourself to me when it is not what you desire. I am now a hindrance to you, a 'ball and chain,' as you Humans say."

"But Spock--"

"The bond can be broken if we act quickly, while it is still fragile. I believe that a capable mental healer is among the survivors."

"Dammit, Spock--"

"This incident can easily be buried in the recesses of you mind with the proper technique. The healer should also be able to accomplish this."

Kirk walked around th bench to stand in front of Spock, taking a hold of his head and forcing him to make eye contact. "How the hell am I supposed to tell you you're wrong if you won't let me finish a Goddamn sentence?" he asked, irritated.

"I do not understand."

"Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong. Yes, I wanted to save your life! So that we could spend the rest of ours together! I wanted to bond with you. I want to be with you! I love you! Can't you feel it?"

"Y-you must be mistaken," Spock stuttered, his face a picture of confusion. "You were disgusted when you awoke beside me."

"I was stupid!" Kirk all but yelled. "So fucking stupid! I let us both get hurt because I couldn't accept certain things about myself. But now I can't just let us keep doing this to ourselves. I'll go through with the Vulcan marriage ceremony, Hell, I'll go through with a Human ceremony, too. Anything to show you that I really mean it!"

Spock promptly burst into tears.


There's a totally good explanation for Spock crying like a little girl. When I wrote this chapter, I was having certain "feminine problems", and I thought: "Hey, ya know what Pon Farr reminds me of..." So Spock is PMS-y/hormonal. More explanation in the epilogue.

Btw, I'm a bit disgusted with myself for how sappy this chapter and the epilogue turned out, so, ya know, you've been warned: there will be fluff.