Chapter 2: T'hy'la Farr

Spock and Kirk have been distant since the 'incident' during Spock's recent escape. I am always in the middle as usual, but this time it's a matter even I'm unaware about. Kirk is purposely avoiding Spock, while keeping an eye on him. Spock hasn't left his room unless his presence was needed high priority on the bridge. And, I am the one who has to deal with it all. Always Leonard McCoy, why couldn't happen between Kirk and I? Or even Spock and I? Have the two of them try to resolve these issues for once. I honestly don't know what to do. Every times I have tried to approach Kirk, he turns away and avoids me. When I do my medical check on Spock he tells me to leave him be, and that he is fine. They are not fine.

I am going to talk to Kirk, now. Walking down the winding corridors of the Enterprise I finally stood in front the Captain's quarters. I walked in to see Kirk laying on his bed in deep thought. "Jim," I startled him, he jumped up and rose from the bed to approach me. "What are you doing here?" "Jim, you have been avoiding me for days now, and you haven't kept your eye off of Spock since the incident! So I am here to figure out what the hell is going on," After I had said what needed to be said I observed Kirk's expression as it changed from shock, to anger, then to embarrassment. He seemed like a frightened child who had been caught stealing. "I-I don't know what your," "Save it Jim. Now listen," He sat down on his chair behind his desk while I made my place leaning against his desk opposite of him. "I don't know what is going on with that Vulcan, but I do know what's going on with you," I looked to him to see if he got my drift, his eyes lifted up at me telling me to continue. "You like Spock, a lot, you haven't stopped looking at him, checking on him, but you won't talk to him unless it's a hundred percent necessary," His expression changed one of sadness and realization. He was in love with Spock. "McCoy," I looked to him with one eyebrow raised ready for one hell of a story. "Yes Jim?" "I-I don't know why, I don't know how, but I've been drawn to Spock for a long time. You could almost say I love him, but the fact stands, he's Spock. He has emotions, sure, but the Vulcan in him won't let them show," His voice dropped lower filling with more sadness. His head hung low as I started to speak again. "Jim, I can tell you that eventually his human side will show and you can try to start a life together, but I'm your friend. And as your friend I'm telling you that," "That what?" He looked at me with anticipation. "That, I-I'm sorry," I didn't have the heart to remind him that Spock will never reveal his feelings, he couldn't, he was a Vulcan. And, nothing would ever change that.

Spock's Point Of View:

'I-I'm sorry' McCoy's voice rang in my ears as I stood in front of the Captain's door. I found it logical to approach the Captain directly and ask for a leave on Vulcan, but realizing how hurt Kirk was I couldn't bare facing him. I had hurt him unintentionally. If I could show all the emotions I had for him then, logic could not have a place in my mind. T'hy'la was nearing and I couldn't handle my emotions, my logic was slowly slipping away, bringing a madness I tried to keep pressed down. I turned away and headed for my quarters. However, after a few feet I was stopped by McCoy, the man I had just spied on. "Spock," "Doctor, I have no intention on going for a health," "Spock, you have been ignoring me and my orders to report to sickbay for a physical, what's going on?" "You Doctor, should be very well known on the subject," "Dammit Spock!" "Doctor, I strongly suggest that you report to your duties," "My duties Spock, are to keep this ship's crew healthy and one of them if being uncooperative! Now, you will come down to sickbay and you will do it now," I sighed before turning to head down to sick bay with the doctor by my side.

The sickbay was quiet. No monitors were on and the nurses were off duty. I walked over to the medical table propped up for me to lean on. When Dr. McCoy laid me flat, he began to scan my chest with his medical tools. After precisely one hour and twenty-seven minutes I was finished my exam and attempted to leave until McCoy stoppped me, once more. "Spock," "Yes doctor?" "Spock look, I need to ask you a serious question," "What is your inquiry doctor?" "What's going on? I mean with you and Jim," "That is none of your concern Doctor, and as I informed you before, you should know be very well known on the subject," "I need to hear it from you! You are part of the reason he is so upset Spock!" I was hurt, Kirk was hurt, and it was because of me. I looked to McCoy struggling to hold back all the emotions I was feeling, but my emotions weren't in check. My body functions were imbalanced and my mind was shifting. McCoy could tell I was struggling see as how his expression changed from one of interest to one of concern. He started to make his way to me. I wanted to turn my heel and walk right out of that room, but my body had other plans. I walked over to the corner and hid my face away from the doctor. I slowly worked my way down to my knees keeping the tears in their rightful place. "Spock?" McCoy had paced over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. He squated down behind me and began to speak. "Spock I don't know what's going on with you, but I know one thing, you're not yourself," "Do-doctor," "No Spock, see you're even stuttering, you need to," "You need to what!?" I shot up and spun around to see McCoy staring at me with both shock and worry. I hastily left the room back to my quarters. Dr. McCoy just witnessed me emotionally compromised. I needed to leave, now.

Spock was definatley not himself. When he shot up and turned to me, the tears that stained his cheeks became visible. Spock was crying. Never did I think that Spock would cry, willingly. I 've seen him cry due to exposures of alien substance or trances, but this, this was all his doing. I still couldn't believe it. I was sitting down in my office wondering how the hell Spock could have cried and let me see it. I just couldn't believe my eyes. It was a foreign concept to me, a Vulcan crying with emotion because, of something a human had said. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't go see Spock again and ask what had happened. I could only go to Kirk about the situation but, he was upset as it is. No, the only thing to do was to wait for those two to work it out for themselves.

Kirk's Point Of View:

I was laying on my bed thinking of the only two options I had to rexolving this problem with Spock. I could either go right to Spock and tell him how I feel, or try to wait it out and see if this feeling passes. It was a hard decision, but one I could easily make. I wanted to ignore it and wait for it to pass, but I needed to tell Spock. So the choice was to either listen to my gut, or listen to the logic of the situation. Spock would easily go with logic, then again he might not have a gut feeling. I needed to figure out what I was going to do. "Captain?" I shot up to a sitting position filled with nothing but, fear. Spock? "C-captain?" Is he stuttering? "Y-yes, what is it?" "May I come in?" "Yes," Spock came in with stright posture, and his hands behind his back. He was struggling with something, I could tell. His face was also puffy. Crying? No. "Captain? May I ask a personal quarry?" "Sure Spock," "Do you remember Pon Farr?" "Why yes," "W-well, I-I need to, well I need to explain a personal matter," "Spock? What is it?" "T-t'h-hy'la Farr," "T'hy what?" "T'hy'la F-farr," "What are you talking about Spock?" "T'hy'la farr is a term used on my home planet, t-to express gratitude and deep emotions to another being," "Where are you going with this Spock?" "I-I want, I need you to be my t'hy'la," "What does it mean?" "It means friend, brother, and," Spock bent his head down in what looked like embarrassment. "Spock? And what?" "An-and lover," A force struck me with every emotion I could muster, fear, anger, happiness, sorrow, joy, and love. Lover? "Lover?" Spock turned around away from me. "Captain, I know you believe that I don't have emotion but, I do," I walked over to Spock and held his shoulders firmly, assuring him that I was here. He slowly turned around and faced me with a worried look. Emotion. "Wi-will you come with me to Vulcan for the T'hy'la ceremony?" "What is it?" "It's like a marriage but, more deep in emotion," I turned away from Spock. "Do you love me?" "Captain," "Do you love me?!" I spun around fast to Spock looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Yes," He looked down again, he was about to turn once more before I grabbed his shoulders strongly and pulled him towards me. That feeling came back again, the feeling I felt when we were this close on the corridor floor, just a few days before. We explored eachother's mouths and felt eachother grip tighter onto eachother. We were breathing in eachother enjoying the moment. "Jim!"