Plato's Stepchildren- Spock
" Please, please make them stop," Christine helplessly pleaded while dressed in a long bluish-gray flowing garment with her light brown hair curled and tied back.
Meanwhile I remained fascinated by my enchantress. Quizzically, I noted that her makeup was completed in a Vulcan style as Parnum slowly coerced us to move to each other to kiss.
"Why was Parnum trying to make her more attractive? There was no need, Christine was extraordinarily beautiful ," I angrily thought.
"We have tried. I am deeply sorry. We have failed you," I responded, as I felt myself move towards her.
"For so long I have wanted to be close to you. Now all I want to do is crawl away and die," she fretfully cried.
The invisible force overpowered me enough where I covered her mouth with my own and kissed her passionately. The tingles and thrills in my body as a result of our action made me feel exhilarated. It felt wonderful. Although it was not my first kiss, it was more dynamic and much more ardent than with Leila.
Parnum pulled our mouths apart from each other abruptly and our lips made a resounding smack. I opened my eyes to see a single tear fall down Christine's lovely face.
Her mortification made me feel particularly wretched, especially because I didn't want the kiss to end. Over the past three years, I observed Christine's "crush" on me with curiosity. I knew that her timidness would prevent her from initiating anything, and instead, she wanted me to do it. With my Vulcan upbringing, I could not. As a result, Christine doubted my feelings for her, but she couldn't be more erroneous.
Truthfully, I was delighted when I realized that Parnum would pressure me to kiss Christine. I couldn't do it on my own as my Vulcan side was constantly at war with my human one, and the former always won out.
Before I could analyze anything further, my right hand now held a red hot poker, and I was moving towards Christine who was still lying on the chaise lounge. A tear stain messed up her lovely face, and I felt a rage burn inside of me.
Regrettably, I couldn't focus on her now as the Captain and I had gained the telekinetic power we needed to overthrow Parnum and cease the games his manipulation of us. There was not a chance afterward for me and Christine to speak about the situation.
For seven-point-three weeks after the incident with Parnum, my path never crossed Christine's. That wasn't unusual, given our diverse litany of duties. However, Christine remained silent when I was in Sick Bay with Dr. McCoy when we were alone for a few minutes as she drew my blood for my annual testing. Usually, she would find ways to make small talk.
"Christine," I said in a low voice as she found my vein with the needle to withdraw blood.
"It should only take 4 minutes, Mr. Spock," she reported, then spun away until I found myself involuntarily grabbing her elbow to halt her movement. Almost frightened Christine turned around, her eyes widened with shock, but to me she couldn't have looked prettier.
"I-I-I am truly sorry," I stammered, finding my tongue tied into knots as our eyes finally met.
Christine's short blonde hair swayed from side to side as she shook her head. Distressingly, her eyes were closed but there was an expression of discomfort on her face. Empathy washed over me, and I let go of her elbow.
"Thank you, Mr. Spock," Christine whispered, opening her wonderful eyes and I nodded. I watched her shapely figure disappear into another room hurriedly, feeling thwarted. Right away, I made a fist with my left hand and pounded my thigh in anger. My pulse was increasing steadily at a rate of one-point-four, and I shut my eyes to meditate to relax.
"What's wrong, Spock?" A southern voice rang out in the silence of the room by the way of the doorway. I didn't answer as I meditated on Vulcan principles, and Dr. McCoy tried again. Opening my eyes, I didn't respond.
"Ok, don't tell me, why do I care?" McCoy grumbled, lowering himself on a chair next to me.
A few minutes later, Christine returned with the results of my test and handed it to our Chief Medical Officer without glancing at me. The good doctor noted that I was displeased that she disregarded me and inquired, "Oh, I get it. Is Chapel ignoring you after what happened on Plato still?"
"Yes. I believe her feelings are hurt because Parnum coerced us to...Uhm…kiss," I uneasily stated, deciding to confide in the doctor.
"Why do you think that is so?"
"Nurse Chapel believes she has feelings for me," I answered steadily without emotion although inwardly I felt anxious and unsure of myself. When I allowed myself to think about our kiss in private moments in my quarters, I felt in disbelief of its zealousness and sweetness simultaneously. Ergo, I could see the threat of becoming addicted to Christine's kiss.
"No, she is in love with you, Spock. I know that's a foreign concept for a Vulcan," McCoy corrected.
"But not for a half breed," I replied mentally.
"Yes," I stiffly replied as McCoy examined me with his blue eyes carefully.
"I have never spoken to Christine about it, but my guess is that she feels humiliated," he proposed.
"Why?"
"The only way that you would kiss her is through coercion," the country doctor explained, "after years of lusting after you. Women are sensitive. Hell, so are some men, I would feel some embarrassment too."
"I am a Vulcan, doctor. We do not engage in fanciful emotions or actions, only logic,"I haughtily said, sitting up in my chair and raising my right eyebrow as a result.
"You aren't going anywhere yet, you need to rest for ten more minutes," Dr. McCoy irately snapped when I began to stand up from my chair.
Reluctantly, I complied by lowering myself back into the chair. That also was it for my conversation about Christine with Dr. McCoy, and I buried it underneath all of my other emotions the best I could through meditation.