Here's part 7! thanks for all the reviews =D

hope you like it! ^^

it's a bit more dramatic than the previous one.....


Spocktacular:

What Could Have Happened Part 7

Spock entered the establishment and blinked as the wave of noise hit him, pounding through his ears and straight into his brain. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, making him quickly wish he didn't have to do this. The night club was full of different people, of many different species, and yet no one seemed to have any discretion about who they were dancing with. Privately Spock thought the word dancing had to be used very loosely in order to describe what most of the people were doing, jumping up and down and scraping their bodies against each other would have been more accurate. Spock tried to hide his distaste, it was absolutely disgusting, and not only by Vulcan standards. Mass orgy came to mind while observing the writhing clump of people.

Gaila turned to him and wolf whistled. "It's it great! Come on, let's get some drinks!" She shouted over the tumultuous noise. Spock looked at her pitifully and she cracked up.

"Oh no you don't honey. You are going to have the time of your life, so stop being so uptight!" Gaila yelled.

Spock gave a tight smile, and allowed himself to be pulled over to the bar, where several inebriated females were leaning over the table and trying to grab the bartender, a young boy of about eighteen who look scared out of his wits. Spock sympathized; the boy looked just like Spock was feeling. Gaila ordered two shots of lemonchata, a lemon drink with more alcohol than Spock thought was strictly necessary. Spock took the drink and sniffed it, hell it smelled like rubbing alcohol the thing was so strong. Gaila whooped and drowned the whole thing down. Spock followed, and chocked as the liquid burned his throat and cleared out any sinuses he might have had. He coughed, reaching a hand up to his throat, it was burning.

Gasping for breath, he gazed at Gaila through a hazy of tears. "What was that?" he managed to ask. Gaila was cracking up.

"Don't worry, you're fine. Here's some water." She handed Spock another glass. Spock didn't have time to worry about what it could be, but swallowed it down. He spluttered, sending most of the drink flying. It wasn't water, but vodka. He grabbed the bar and sat down on the stool, shaking all over. He had never been a big drinker, preferring a mellow Vulcan wine to anything else, and he had never partaken of strong liquor.

Spock gasped for air, still clutching his throat. He couldn't see through the tears in his eyes, and all he could do was cough. Gaila seemed to have realize he wasn't recovering because she rushed to his aid and he dimly heard her order a water. His chest was on fire, along with his mind. He couldn't think properly, all he wanted to do was be able to breathe. Spock felt Gaila force his hand into grabbing a glass. He blinked, staring at the blurry image of the green girl. She was looking shocked and horrified.

She yelled, "Drink it!" Spock looked at the glass confused; he didn't want any more liquor. However, he drank it and was pleasantly surprised to discover it was pure water. He choked some down, thinking he'd never had anything so wonderful. It soothed his throat and he swallowed more in great gulps. When he had drank every last drop he set the glass down and wiped away his tears. He was ashamed to have behaved in such an embarrassing manner.

Gaila was at his side, rubbing her hand up and down his back, making him shudder slightly. He turned to face her, "Sorry." He muttered.

Gaila was looking ashamed, "I should be the one who is sorry Ny. I didn't realize you'd react like that. Come on, no more hard liquor for you. Why don't we go dance? The bartender is getting a very good view from where he's standing, and I know you can do better than that." She whispered in his ear. Spock quickly turned to look at the bartender, who immediately turned bright pink and looked down. Spock rolled his eyes, his breath back.

He turned to look at the mass of bodies dancing on the floor, and almost felt bad for himself. However, he knew he had to join in. Sighing he nodded and Gaila grabbed his hand, pulling towards the mass of bodies. Gaila pulled him through the people, occasionally turning to grin at him. Spock forced a smile, and winced whenever someone touched him. It was disgusting. Gaila finally stopped, right in the middle of a group of guys, who looked to be in their mid twenties. The men immediately turned to look at them and grinned.

One of them, who had dark brown eyes and pale blonde hair, wiggled his eyebrows at Spock. Spock smiled tentatively; sincerely hopping he didn't have to do what he thought he had to do. This was so unfair.

The blonde man yelled over the pounding music, "Hey there my chocolate sweet. I know exactly what you are looking for." He smiled suggestively and moved closer to Spock. Spock was distinctly aware of a girl standing behind him and moving her buttock up and down on his leg. It was repulsive. Another guy was running his hand down Spock's leg. Spock wacked him, appalled.

The blonde man now stood right in front of Spock, and then he moved, grinding his body against Spock's. Spock was horrified to realize the man was aroused. His whole body was itching as if bugs were creeping over his body. He could no longer hear anything over the sound of his heart beating, his head was pounding and his breath was coming in gasps. The man in front of him seemed to take this as a good sign, he moved faster. Spock breathed deeply, trying to stop himself from puking. He couldn't take this, he couldn't breathe. He had never been this close to anyone, he was scared out of his wits. He turned and ran blindly through the crowd, ignoring everyone.

He pushed people aside, kicked someone who tried to grab him and sprinted as fast as he could through the mixture of bodies. He didn't stop when he reached the end of the tangle, but kept running until he burst through the doors of the bar and found himself standing in the street. As he stepped outside his foot slipped, his high heels being very unbalanced and he fell over. He caught himself and savagely pulled the heel off, throwing it away. He did the same to the other shoe and then stood up. He sprinted into the shadows of a nearby building, and stopped. He leaned against the cool stone building, grasping the wood for support. He was vaguely aware that he was panting, and that his hair was a mess. He also noticed that his shirt was askew and his shirt pulled raggedly to the side. Mechanically he adjusted it, and then brought his hands up to his face. It was only then that he realize he was crying.

"Spock, you idiot." He muttered, slightly appalled at the way he was talking. It seemed he had grown too accustomed to acting like Nyota. He wished she were here, then at least he would be slightly calmer. Spock took deep breaths, slowing his breathing and his beating heart.

It took a few minutes, but eventually he regained his composure. When he did, he leaned his head briefly against the cool wood, and closed his eyes. He knew what he had to do, but that didn't make it any easier. Eventually he opened his eyes, and made his way back to the entrance of the night club. He grabbed his shoes, and put them on. Then he stood up, got his balance, and reentered the crowded room. The music was still playing, pounding a fast erotic beat. Spock walked unsteadily over to the bar, maintaining his calm. He sat down on one of the chairs, and leaned heavily against the wood. He turned his eyes to face the bartender, who was looking curiously at him. Spock bit his lip and then making up his mind ordered two shots.

Spock listened to the music, and old song by Lady Gaga was playing—Love Game. He turned and watched the dancers in horrified fascination, it didn't help him to know that he would be one of those mindless sex addicts soon. He gulped at the thought, but didn't make any move to leave the bar. He was aware of the fact that if he left the bar for good, Cadet Gaila would be even more hurt than before. He needed to do this, he would do this.

"Here you are, sexy." An older bartender stated as he handed Spock his drinks. The man had tattoos all along his arms and neck, and Spock eyed him with distaste. Spock took the drinks, and bracing himself he swallowed them both down in one gulp—resisting the urge to cough as his throat burned painfully. He slammed the empty glasses on the bar counter, and then turned to face the bartender, who was looking at him with respect. Spock gave him a floppy smile, he no longer had control over his bodies reactions.

Getting unsteadily to his feet, Spock made his way over the mass of bodies. He stopped at the edge, looking through foggy eyes. For some reason, the moving bodies seemed to be swaying in all directions, though Spock was pretty sure that they hadn't been a second ago. He suddenly felt the urge to vomit, to sit, but before he had the chance to a girl wearing tiny shorts and a lacy bra, and nothing else, came up to him and grabbed him. Spock stumbled after her, right then she was more appealing the any of the guys, his male mind overpowering his female body. The girl turned to him, smiled and then cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Some small trace of his mind was screaming at him to run, to leave this place. But he could no longer think properly, he could no longer see.

Spock closed his eyes, unconsciously falling further into the kiss. He grabbed the girls shoulders to steady himself. Why was he kissing this girl, he wondered abruptly. Suddenly the girl's tongue attacked his lips, and Spock broke apart, horrified. He stared at the girl, uncomprehending. The girl's eyes were fazed over with lust, and she grounded her body against his. Spock tried to move backwards, away from the girl. It was the only thing he could concentrate on, some primal urge was telling him to move.

The girl licked her lips and smiled, as if he were her prey. Spock gulped, terrified. His body wasn't obeying him, he couldn't move, it was as if he was frozen in place. Some one's arm wrapped itself around his torso, and he suddenly felt a man's body grind against his back. Spock froze. The girl took the moment to her advantage and grabbed his face, savagely. She pulled him into another kiss. Spock flailed, trying to break free. His mind was screaming, yelling out in panic and repulsion—but he couldn't do anything.

Spock struggled for a few seconds, and then arms collapsed at his sides, and he lost all his will. There was nothing he could do, he was lost. He didn't know how he would ever live with himself again. He was aware of the man behind him humping his leg, and the girl sticking her tongue in his mouth. Spock opened his eyes, terrified. He moved his hand and shoved the girl off viciously.

"Nyota, Nyota." He muttered, calling out in vain. Suddenly a green face entered his view and he saw Gaila, her face contorted in rage. She turned and smacked the girl who had been kissing him across the face. Then she turned to the guy behind Spock and screamed, "Let my friend go! You bastard!"

Spock closed his eyes, as the world swam before him. Suddenly strong arms were underneath him and holding up. Spock looked into Gaila's eyes, and smiled faintly. He could faintly hear her saying to him, "It's okay, Ny. It's okay. I'm so sorry. Come on, we're going home. Come on." She seemed to pull Spock away from the other people, who's faces were indistinct to Spock. Spock closed his eyes, willing himself to move. His legs obeyed, starting to walk towards the exit, although he was still relying heavily upon Gaila for help. Suddenly cool air surrounded him, and he opened his eyes to find himself outside. Gaila was at his side, and there was a rushing sound around his ears.

"Ny. What happened? Are you okay? I'm so sorry, Ny." Gaila was muttering, looking extremely guilty and depressed.

Spock tried to reassure her, "It's fine. I'm fine. Thank you." He could faintly here his words coming out, slurred and incomprehensible. Gaila looked at him, her eyes round and sad. Suddenly she brightened.

"Ny, I'm taking you to Commander Pike. I'm going to report those two! They were holding you down, against your will!" Gaila's voice was sharp. The name Pike rang through Spock's foggy mind, and he nodded enthusiastically. Pike—Pike was his friend. Pike would know what to do, Pike would know why his heart felt like it was dying with in him, why he was trembling.

"Yes, Pike." Spock managed to mutter. The cool air was clearing his head slightly, so that now he was getting a horrible head ache. Gaila supported him, against her shoulder. With her free hand she pulled out a communicator.

"Commander Pike, urgent message." She told the communicator. It beeped, and then a voice came through. Spock couldn't make it out, or the response. His head was pounding, his body trembling, and his heart racing. The only thing he knew as that he wanted to sleep.

Nyota sat in the restaurant, in front of Commander Pike. She sat with her hands in her lap, her back straight, her eyes trained right on Commander Pike's face. He had a few wrinkles around the mouth, but his eyes were bright, and his face when not serious was full of joy. Nyota had to stop herself from smiling, as she was used to doing around the Commander.

"So, what are you going to have, Spock?" Pike asked.

"A green salad, Commander." Nyota answered calmly.

Pike smirked, "What have I told you about calling me Commander outside of the Academy? It's Chris, Spock. Chris."

Nyota nodded. "Chris, what is the purpose of this meeting, besides attainting that I am in good health?"

Christopher blinked and chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Must there always be a purpose, Spock? Plus, after yesterday, I was concerned. You were acting as if you were on crack."

Nyota stopped a grin, "I understand why you may have suspected as such, Sir. However, I assure you that I did not partake of any illegal substance which would alter my brain functions." Nyota answered stoically.

Pike gave her a look, "If I hadn't spent the last few years in your presence I wouldn't believe you. But I have, so, what exactly happened?"

Nyota took a slightly deeper breath, here goes nothing, she thought. "Chris, I asked a doctor to ascertain what was going on, and I was informed that a small part of my brain had been damaged when I hit my head yesterday morning. I was not aware of such until last night, and the doctor told me to rest today so that my brain would recuperate. I am in perfect control of my actions now." Nyota nodded her head slightly.

Pike stared and then started laughing. "One little bump on your head, and you start acting like a complete human. Wow." He shook his head.

Nyota raised an eyebrow, "I assure you, the possibility of damaging that particular area of my brain again is less than .256%." Nyota lied.

Pike grinned, "Okay. That's good. I'm glad you are back to normal. What did your father say? I have no doubt he learned of your behavior."

Nyota clenched her jaw slightly, then relaxed. "The Vulcan High Council has ordered me to never set foot in Vulcan again." Nyota stated, trying to keep all traces of depression and guilt out of her voice. Pike's smile dropped of his face, like the sun going behind a cloud.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Spock." He said quietly.

Nyota reached over, grabbed her glass of water, and took a sip. "There is no need to apologize Christopher. I intend to discuss the matter with them, after dinner. I am sure they will see the logic of my argument, and realize I had no control over my actions." Nyota replied, knowing she was being overly optimistic.

Pike sighed, "I hope that goes well." Nyota nodded. Suddenly the waitress arrived, carrying three small glasses, filled with amber liquid. She grinned at them, and Nyota raised an eyebrow—neither of them had ordered drinks.

"From the three ladies in the corner, they tell me to tell Mr. Spock, 'you're welcome to join us, handsome.'" The waitress quoted. Pike raised a hand to cover his chocked laugh. Nyota blinked, feeling extremely embarrassed. She suddenly realized that her ears must be turning green.

For some reason this action caused a sense of anger and irritation to spring up in Nyota. She resisted the urge to scowl. Turning to the waitress, she nodded. "Thank you for relaying the message." The waitress looked very amused, and placed the shots on the table. When she left, Pike let his hand drop, displaying his wide grin to the world.

"Hm, seems your actions yesterday caused a real impact." He teased. Nyota's face hardened and she glared at him. This only seemed to amuse Pike more.

"If you will excuse me a moment." Nyota stood up, and walked towards the table in the corner, where three lieutenants were sitting. They saw her approach and giggled. Nyota resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She stopped in front of the group, her hands clasped behind her.

"Ladies, unless I further notify you, I would prefer it if you did not send me alcoholic drinks. The gesture is not appreciated, and if I gave any indication that it was, I apologize. Please do not take my actions from yesterday into consideration because I was not in control of my actions, due to medical reasons. Thank you." Nyota nodded to the women, who were staring at him in astonishment, and then turned. She walked back to her table, and sat down next to Pike. Pike was looking at her disapprovingly.

"That was rude Spock." He stated.

Nyota nodded, "It was only logical to stop any such behavior now, before the rest of Star Fleet comes under the impression that I appreciate receiving alcoholic beverages from unknown women, or men."

Pike shook his head, exasperated. "Men?" He asked, amused.

Nyota was thoroughly irritated, and amused. "The gentleman three tables away from us, to the right, has been discussing with his friend about my physical features." Nyota stated, her hearing was very good.

Pike looked shocked, and then chuckled. "What where they saying?"

Nyota straightened slightly, "The male with the hat was discussing my ears, and how 'sexy' they are. The other was saying in explicate terms just how much he wanted to rip my uniform off of me, and see what is beneath it." Nyota stated dryly, feeling herself getting even warmer. Pike bit his lip, to stop from laughing to loudly.

"I do not see what is so amusing, Christopher. If it was your body under scrutiny I am sure you would not be so amused." Nyota said sharply. Pike leaned against the table, his body shaking in silent laughter. Nyota had to admit it was slightly amusing, although some part of her wanted to hit anyone who was looking at Spock's body like that. Spock wasn't just a handsome man with a nice body, he was also a very intelligent being, who could be extremely funny when he wanted to, and who could deal with almost anything people threw at him. She felt protective of him; he wasn't just meat on a stick, but a real person. Nyota wondered how Spock was faring; she felt a twinge of sympathy for him. He must be so out of his depth at a night club.

The rest of the meal passed quickly and effectively, Pike had accepted the fact that 'Spock' had hit his head, which was the reason for his strange behavior yesterday. Nyota found herself oddly relaxed in Pike's company. She didn't want the dinner to end, because it meant going back and talking to the Vulcan's. Nyota and Pike were just leaving the restaurant when they received an urgent call. Nyota looked at Pike, concerned.

Pike was looking confused and worried. "It's from Cadet Gaila. She needs our help." Nyota froze, what had happened? She broke out in a cold sweat, what if Spock had done something very bad, or fainted. Oh, what could have possibly happened that Gaila was calling Pike for assistance?

"Sir, what happened?" Nyota asked, urgently. Pike looked at her.

"I don't know, Spock. Come on, let's go. Cadet Gaila says she's outside the night club called Forever Twenty-One. She says her friend, Cadet Uhura, needs our help." Nyota fought to remain calm; she was filled with a terrible hollow sensation. What had happened to Spock?

"We must hurry." Nyota stated, calmly but forcefully. Pike nodded, and began sprinting in the direction of the bar. Nyota followed, easily keeping pace. After a few minutes they arrived at the door of the night club. Fast, upbeat music was coming from the open door. Leaning against the wall were two women.

Nyota ran over to her body, staring in horror at her face. Her eyes were rolling in her head, her breath came in pants and she looked like she had been crying. Her clothes were also a wreck. Despite the situation Nyota nearly started laughing as she was what Spock was wearing. Gaila really had gone over the top.

Nyota turned to Gaila, "Cadet, what happened?" Gaila looked ashamed and miserable, but she pulled herself together slightly.

"I do not know, Sir. I couldn't find her for a while, and then next thing I knew I spotted her being held against her will, while two bastards molested her! It was disgusting. I pulled her away. I called Commander Pike, because I wanted to report the two who were molesting her." At this point she turned to look at Pike, her chin out. Nyota stopped breathing for a second—she knew how horrible it must have been for Spock. Vulcan's never touched each other, he must have felt like he was dying. Pike's eyes widened.

"Cadet, take me to these people!" He ordered, forcefully.

"Commander, I request permission to take Cadet Uhura back to my rooms. I would take her to her own, but it would appear suspicious. No one observes who enters and leaves the commanders rooms." Nyota looked at Pike. Pike nodded.

"Of course, Spock. Make sure she gets better. I will talk to you tomorrow morning." He said sternly. Nyota sighed in relief.

"Yes sir. Cadet Gaila, I can support her easily." Nyota moved and gently took hold of Spock's arms. He was so light, she had never realized just how light she was. Nyota picked her body up, and Spock's eyes fluttered.

Nyota resisted the urge to bite her lip. She nodded to Pike and Gaila, who quickly disappeared into the night club. Supporting Spock, Nyota made her way back towards the Academy in the cool night air. There was almost no one about, the fog had descended.

"Oh Spock." She muttered, holding him closer to her. Spock's eyes opened, and gazed at her in misery.

"Nyota. I'm sorry, I failed." He muttered. Nyota bit her lip, Spock's breath was strong with liquor. Nyota sped up, and quickly came to Spock's quarters. She entered and carried Spock to his bed. Then she went and retrieved a few aspirin and some water. When she returned Spock was sitting up in bed, his head in his hands, sobbing.

He looked up at her, when she sat down next to him. Nyota abandoned all pretense of being an unfeeling Vulcan. "Spock, what happened?" She asked, resisting the urge to hug him—he looked so miserable and depressed.

He looked at her, tears leaking down his face—her face. "I'm sorry Nyota. I'm so sorry. I tried, I really did. It's just, when we arrived your roommate gave me some hard liquor. I chocked on it, I've never had it before. And then, we were dancing. And, and…." He trailed off, sobbing and holding himself tightly. Nyota came to sit next to him, rubbing his back. He broke down completely.

"They were so close, so close to me. They were moving against me, it was so disgusting. I couldn't do anything. I just couldn't. I ran, I ran. But after I was outside I knew Gaila would be depressed if I left. So, so…I went back. I didn't want to dance, I just couldn't. So, so, I did the logical thing. I drank two shots, hoping to make myself drunk enough not to care. I didn't know what to do, I just didn't. A girl pulled me to dance, and she kissed me! She KISSED ME! It was so horrible, so horrible. But I couldn't do anything. There was man behind me, he was holding me. He was touching me,…." Spock was trembling, shaking so much his teeth knocked against each other.

"Oh, why? Nyota why? Why couldn't I be strong enough? I'm so sorry. I tried, I tried. But, but, it was so horrible. Everyone touching me, not caring how I felt." Spock's voice trembled, as more tears fell down his cheeks. Nyota was lost; she didn't know what to do. Spock, secure Spock, who was always in control, was sobbing against her. He was also drunk, which was probably the reason why he was so broken. She did the only thing she could think of, and pulled Spock to lay in her lap. She smoothed the hair way from his face, gazing at him. He had done everything he could to make it up to Gaila, and he had ended up like this—because of her.

"Spock, I'm the one who should be apologizing. It was my fault. I should never had asked you to let Gaila drag you to a bar. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Nyota asked her voice gentle.

Spock hiccuped slightly, and looked at her. "Please meld with me, please." His voice shook. Nyota blinked, and then smiled slightly. She knew that Vulcan's were touch telepaths. If Spock could get some comfort from touching her mind, then she would do it.

"How do I do that Spock?" She asked.

Spock shook, "Place your hand on my temple and jaw. It won't be a real meld, just a small touch. But, when you enter my mind, please just put me to sleep." He begged. Nyota was surprised by the request but agreed immediately. She placed her fingers on Spock's temples and jaw. The connection sparked immediately, and suddenly she was swimming in an ocean of confusion, hurt, despair, guilt, depression, and loneliness. Nyota gasped, she hadn't realized just how alone Spock felt. Gently she pulled back from his mind, keeping control of herself. She sent him waves of calm, trying to sooth his pain. It seemed to help, and Nyota began sending waves of exhaustion, and comfort to him as well. It worked perfectly, and his eyes fluttered. Finally, after a few more minutes of comforting thoughts he fell into a deep slumber. Nyota opened her eyes, and gazed into her own face. It looked relaxed, and she was pleased to note that he was breathing deeply.

Nyota gently picked Spock up and laid him on the bed. She then stood up, and moved the kinks out of her back. She looked at the sleeping face and sighed.

"Great going, Nyota. Brilliant. I can't believe he broke down." She muttered to herself. She was surprised how much more control she had of her emotions in Spock's body—less hormones acting on her brain, she reasoned. It seemed being in her body made Spock much more venerable. Taking one last look at the sleeping face, Nyota turned and walked out of the room, closing the door. She still needed to contact the Vulcan High Council.


So, yah...sorry for making Spock break down...but he got drunk...i feel really bad for him actually. Don't worry though, things will work out soon ^^

So...if you want me to write more, fast....review! =D