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Chapter Four

"We have another potential crisis on our hands," Admiral Komack addressed the room. All senior officers and senior medical officers were seated around the large table.

Spock sat in between Pike and Bones, gaze flickering between Komack and the PADD that sat in front of him. When he was greeted by an agitated Bones and a concerned Pike (though the Captain tried to hide it) neither of them could tell him what the meeting was about. They, like everyone else who filed into the room, were in the dark about what the meeting referred to.

"Reports have been coming in from all over the federation and the current undercover mission that the Diemoss undertook has reported some disturbing news," Komack said. He let his gaze fall over everyone and squared his shoulders, as if the words he were about to speak was so heavy it would take all his strengths to say.

"Majority of everyone in this room will know about the events that transpired on Taurus IV but for those of you don't, here is a recap," Komack said. "An exotic fungus was introduced the colony's food supply leaving the 8,000 colonists in sever danger of starvation. It is unknown exactly how the fungus was introduced or from where. Governor Kodos ordered the execution of 4,000 colonists so that the remaining could survive. He succeeded before the federation arrived with aide."

A tense silence fell over the conference room. Everyone was aware of those events, a dark moment in very recent history. It had shocked the Federation and even though they had arrived earlier then scheduled they still had been to late.

"We have over the past four months heard rumors of this fungus once again circulating the black markets," Komack continued. "We haven't been able to get accurate details until now."

Komack gestured to the PADD's were information was now scrolling across the screen.

Spock scanned the screen quickly, taking in all the information that was offered and listened attentively as Komack kept speaking.

"The fungus has indeed been replicated," Komack said. "We believe a specimen may have been taken off Taurus IV but at this point it is unclear."

"I thought everything the fungus contaminated was destroyed," Bones frowned, looking up from his PADD.

"It was," Komack nodded. "Measures were taken and after extensive tests were taken everything was destroyed."

"Clearly not everything," Bones grumbled under his breath.

"The Diemoss reported that the fungus is back in play but not ready to be used as a genetic make up of the fungus is incomplete," Komack said.

"Do we know who is bidding for it?" Pike asked.

"According to the Diemoss the fungus has already been acquired," Koack said. "The buyer is looking for information. Fourteen years ago we believed Governor Kodos to be dead, his body burned. The Diemoss confirmed that Kodos is still alive."

Outrage rippled through the conference room and Spock raised an eyebrow with surprise. He was slightly alarmed by the anger that was radiating from Bones and Pike that burned brighter than everyone elses in the room.

"He is unable to get the fungus working and thanks to the Diemoss we know what information Kodos is after. There are three witness who survived Taurus IV who can identify Kodos," Komack said. "We believe that Kodos is after these survivors."

"What protection are we offering?" Pike demanded.

"24 hour protection until Kodos is back in custody," Komack said. "Starting immediately Kevin Riley, Thomas Leighton and James T. Kirk will be notified of the threat."

Spock's hand clenched so tightly on the arm of his chair that it snapped under his force, making Pike and Bones snap to him. There was a rushing in his ears that he never experienced before and his mind was over taken by one thought – Jim had been on Taurus IV.

"Easy Spock," Bones said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Komack continued speaking but Spock heard nothing, his mind solely focused on Jim and the horrific events that he had to go through. Spock easily calculated that Jim had only been thirteen at the time.

"Spock," Pike said in his commanding tone.

"Captain," Spock responded and became aware that room seemed louder – they had been dismissed. "My apologies."

"You okay?" Pike asked.

"I find myself experiencing a fierce anger," Spock said. "I believe I am emotionally compromised."

"You're not the only one," Bones growled.

Spock stood, pushing the broken chair away from him. "I must find Jim."

Pike nodded. "Bring him back to my office in the morning. Take care of him, Spock."

"Here," Bones said, handing over a hypo he was prone to carrying around him everywhere he went. "Just incase. This will calm him down."

Spock took the hypo and with a nod to each of them he determinedly strode out of the conference room.

Jim distantly heard the buzz of his doorbell but ignored in favor of standing under the hot water. It soothed his muscles of working a long day at the café. Jim had his head bowed as the water worked the knot out of his shoulders. Behind his close lids he replayed Spock's words that were spoken hours ago. He felt like a teenage girl the way his stomach swooped as he remembered Spock's deep voice saying words that Jim had never heard spoken to him before.

It had taken him a long time to feel wanted. Meeting Bones had been the first in accepting that he was actually worth something. Bones was the greatest friend that Jim could ever hope for. The first person to make Jim feel that he wasn't worthless. He hadn't scoffed at Jim's choice of work – only demanded a friend discount and to keep the supply of coffee coming because he was going to need it.

Jim wasn't sure what he had done to deserve Spock. He wondered briefly what the comm call had been about and selfishly wished that Spock wasn't being called out to space. Jim was rapidly becoming addicted to Spock's kisses and didn't think he could go months without seeing Spock. He had become so used to seeing Spock nearly every day, along with all his other friends.

He started when he heard a bang and nearly slipped, only stopping himself from fall flat on his ass by flinging his hands out to support himself.

"Jim!"

"Spock?" Jim frowned, gaining his balance again. He nearly lost it again when the bathroom door was flung open and Spock stood in the doorway, looking very much the angry Vulcan.

"You did not answer when I rang the doorbell," Spock said.

"I'm in the shower," Jim pointed out. He hoped that the heat of the water could explain his flushing face away and not by the intense gaze Spock was giving him. He grinned when the tips of Spock's ears flushed grin and his eyes darted to the floor.

"I shall await you in the living room," Spock said and quickly turned around and disappeared out the door.

Jim turned the water to cold to calm himself before switching off the water. He toweled himself dry and pulled on some fresh clothes before padding out into the living room.

Spock was waiting for him, ear still tinged green. Jim approached him and was surprised when a strong arm wrapped around his waist and he was being pulled into a deep kiss.

Jim half gasped, half moaned as Spock traced his tongue over his lips slipping into Jim's mouth when he parted his lips. Spock's other hand was cradling the back of his neck, angling his head for a smoother kiss. Jim's own hands clutched as Spock's arm, the other threading through silky black hair. Spock was radiating heat and the simmering arousal he had managed to quench with the cold water was rising once again.

Jim gasped as Spock's mouth left his, only nip along his jaw and down to the tender part of his neck.

"Spock?" Jim groaned. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here? I thought you had a meeting."

Spock gently bit Jim's neck, earning another moan, before soothing it with his tongue.

"I have just come from said meeting," Spock said, pulling back. "Please inform me if my actions were not appropriate, Ashayam."

Jim blinked around the hazy lust and Spock's vocabulary before answering. "You can kiss me like that any time you want. What's Ashayam mean?"

"It is the Vulcan word for beloved," Spock said. "It is as you humans say a 'term of endearment'."

Jim scraped his fingers through Spock's hair, feeling the Vulcan shudder against him. "I like it."

"I am pleased to hear this," Spock said.

Jim maneuvered them to the couch, biting his lip as he straddled Spock's lap. He wasn't complaining about Spock's forwardness but he was a little unsure as to where the night was heading, even as Spock's hands rested on his hips.

"Can you talk about your meeting?" Jim asked.

"Under normal circumstances it is against Starfleet regulations to disclose missions or Starfleet information. However, circumstances presented must allow you to be aware of what was discussed."

Jim shook his head lightly. "I'm not sure I get what you just said."

Spock's hands lightly ghosted up Jim's side before settling on his hips again. "Normally I would not be allowed to discuss meeting with you. However, it is important you know the topic of the discussion."

"Go on," Jim encouraged.

Spock's hands clutched as his hips tighter and for the first time Jim saw him hesitate. "I summaries that this will be a difficult conversation."

"What's going on Spock?" Jim frowned.

"The meeting was to discuss the surprising survival of General Kodos," Spock said.

Jim's limbs locked, his jaw tightening and a sharp pain ripped through his stomach, doubling him over, making him fall sideways onto the couch and out of Spock's lap. Jim hadn't heard that name since he was thirteen and he had been thrilled to never have to think about that monster ever again.

"Jim?"

Spock's hands were touching him but Jim curled up tighter. The memory was enough to send Jim's stomach into turmoil and he felt dinner making it's way back up. He fell off the couch and stumbled blindly to the bathroom, making it to the sink before he threw up everything. His head pounded and he squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth and nose burnt as he heaved into the sink. His stomach twisted and Jim remembered the crippling hunger, the way his stomach had started to eat itself. Strong hands were soothing his back as Jim heaved again, gagging at the foul taste that coated his mouth and nose.

"This will help," Spock said.

Jim flinched as he felt a hypo press against his neck and instincts flooded his senses and took over. He lashed out with his legs and arms, stumbling away from the sink but only managed to knock into Spock's chest. Suddenly strong arms were wrapped around him and restraining him from any movement. He gave a weak moan as the hypo was injected into him but it worked into his system quickly and he felt himself melting against Spock.

"Breathe, Ashayam," Spock said very close to Jim's ear as he's knees gave out. He made another moan of protest as he was lifted but the drugs Bones had given Spock were the good ones and the world was becoming fuzzy around the edges.

He was laid on something soft but still safely bracketed in Spock's arms. The pain in his head was growing painful; unable to keep his eyes open longer.

"Jim, calm down," he distantly heard Spock say but everything was getting faint and unable to bear the pain any longer Jim succumbed to the darkness with open arms.

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