Title: Honto Ni (part 3)
Author: Lt Sarita of Vulcan
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or any thing to do with it...
Summary: AU- Spock has a guest and he brings the drinks
-Part three-
On the USS Enterprise
After beaming up with Jim and the good doctor, Spock left them for quiet meditation in his quarters. He entered into deep thought while images of the young Vulcan with dark curly locks ran in his mind.
Why am I acting this way . . . ?
After a time, he went to reading a novel Jim gave him long ago but his mind would not follow the plot. In the quiet and almost darkness of the seating area, he sat trying for the first time in his life not to think of anything – but that made him think more. Control your human side, Spock. . .
The door opened to Bones with a bottle of real Southern Comfort. "Spock, I'd like to talk with you."
His brow rose, What would this be over, Doctor?"
Bones poured 2 shots, and handed one to his pointed eared friend. "You can't pretend you didn't notice that very beautiful Vulcan woman we met today."
"You still have mush to learn about Vulcans, Doctor."
"Damnit, you thick headed, green-blooded Vulcan..."
"Now, now Doctor . . . your blood pressure."
"You listen well from someone that's been married. . . I think you'll know that girl very well and soon, my pointed eared friend." He drank his shot.
Spock stared at the drink. "I do not believe so, Doctor. . . I am not one to ever marry or to make a similar commitment. You remember my pon farr the last time."
"One mistake because it was the wrong girl! You'll find the right one..."
"Doctor, why have you not remarried?"
McCoy's voice grow softer with his answer. "I did marry again, remember? Natira – but maybe I never got over losing my first wife, maybe that's why I didn't stay with Natira. I only wish at times I could do things over again. We do have a wonderful daughter. . ."
"I grieve with thee, Doctor."
The two of them sat together, thinking, once in a while talking until Spock said, "Doctor, you should go to your bed soon."
"I should. Good night, Spock."
"To you as well, Doctor."
He watched his friend leave the room to go to his quarters, and sat in thought about what might be instead of what was not. He resolved to be himself around his mother's friend, or at least desired that he would be, before he at last could sleep.