Fic: One Night on Vulcan
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg
Pairings: Spock/McCoy
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Star Trek related.
Summary: Post-TSFS. Spock came to McCoy one night after the refusion, seeking relief. McCoy deals with the fall-out.
One Night on Vulcan
Pregnant. McCoy sighed and dropped the diagnostic instrument back into his medical kit. Of all the things that could have manifested his symptoms it had to be that. This was just peachy. Stranded far from home, and facing court martial the minute they returned; dealing with a lover who didn’t even remember his name half the time, and he had to go get knocked up like a breeding mare. It was stupid. He had been stupid, but still, at the time, it had felt right.
He looked out over the barring landscape of Vulcan deep in thought. He had been a wreck from having his mind scrambled like that. The moment an opportunity came up to release the emotional pressures he had jumped on it without a second thought. Spock was right he did need to learn to control his passions they were proving to be his undoing. Wait, what was he saying? It was all Spock’s fault he was in this mess in the first place! That thick-headed idiot had to go and be all noble for the good of the many; had to leave that infernal thing in his mind. Being able to touch so many things about Spock that he had never known before, and yet being able to touch nothing at all at the same time. It had been agony.
When they had gotten Spock back it seemed that everything would be all right again, but progress on recovering his memories had been slow and the refits to the Bird of Prey, so they could have some hope of flying it back to Earth in one piece, were slower still. Spock was the one who had come to him one night saying that he felt certain physical stirrings in his presence and that logically sexual intercourse would relieve this unnecessary physical desire. McCoy thoroughly drained from the whole adventure and thinking he would never be able to hold him like that again had made no complaints. As Spock took him roughly against the mattress he could imagine, just for a moment, that things were like they use to be.
Spock left in the morning without so much as a goodbye and had never spoken of it again. Logically of course it made sense, he had achieved physical release and so there was no more need to address it. Emotionally, in McCoy’s case, it was soul-crushing and now he had a souvenir to deal with on top of it all. Why did everything always happen to him? He was going to be a grandfather for god’s sake! Things like this didn’t happen to men his age! He had already raised children. Well to be truthful really he had had a daughter who he barely got to see growing up, missed most of the milestones in her life, and through some miracle she still wanted something to do with him. Although, he thought, he had gotten to see her first steps, and hear her first words. He had walked with her on her first day of school, and walked her down the aisle. He leaned back against the rock and idly wondered if perhaps he could do it again. He wondered if this child would have Spock’s ears, or his hair, brown eyes or blue. If it would learn to walk and talk faster because it was part Vulcan, how much of a nuisance would it be to Jim?
He knew that this decision was completely…illogical. McCoy smiled anyway as he ran has hand across his still flat stomach. Jim had always been on him to gain some weight.
***
A month and a half into their stay on Vulcan lady Amanda had confronted him as to when he planned on revealing the news of her grandchild. McCoy stammered for a good five minutes asking her how she could possibly know. Amanda simply said that women knew these things and to answer the question. McCoy told her that he wanted to tell Spock when he was back the way he was supposed to be. Amanda he nodded sadly and then had the doctor taken off any labour intensive projects that required lifting anything heavier than a book. McCoy thought he could get use to this.
***
“How do we know he didn’t invent the stuff?”
McCoy rolled his eyes at that and then he left Scotty to continue the negotiations and mucking around of the time-space continuum. He needed to find a bathroom anyway. The kid’s pointed ears were probably what seemed to be constantly poking his bladder these days. The whole situation, time-travel pregnancy and all, was truly frustrating at the moment and blaming Spock made everything better.
***
With the glass for the tank secured McCoy found himself with nothing to do for a moment. When they got back to the ship he found Spock in what appeared to be a similar situation.
“Where’s Jim?”
“The admiral has gone to have Italian food with a doctor watching over the two whales we wish to acquire. I believe it is what humans call, a date.”
McCoy rolled his eyes. “You can always trust Jim to find a girl even in a life or death situation. Well since I’ve completed my part of the mission, for the moment, and you are on a break, would you care to join me for dinner? I saw a small place that serves vegetarian items a few blocks away.”
“Since it shall help us to know the area better in case of an emergency and I require nourishment I shall.”
Dinner had been good all things considered. They hadn’t said much, Spock of course not seeing the logic in small talk, but the silence was a comfortable one; and Spock did let their legs touch together during the meal. As they walked back to the ship McCoy commented on the stars and Spock added that it would be a relief when they reached home and could admire them without the haze of smog and harsh lights obscuring so many of them. McCoy had even been brave enough to touch Spock’s wrist ever so gently and Spock had not pulled away.
Then Jim had to come back and shoot it all to hell.
“Spock, you talking about the end of every life on Earth. You’re half-human. Haven’t you got any goddamn feelings about that!?”
Jim stalked off and Spock looked at him looking so…lost.
“Spock, he isn’t doing this to be hurtful.”
He expected him to answer that as a Vulcan he has total control of himself and words do not affect him, instead he said. “It is illogical to…feel like this.”
“He’s just frustrated, Spock, you’re not what he remembers. He keeps wanting you to react a certain way to things and you don’t.”
“How do I correct this flaw?”
“You just have to be you, all of you.”
“That does not seem to be adequate to the admiral.”
“It would be if he took a moment to think about how long this went on before. It took a long time for you to realize it. It took me a long time too, to know why you acted the way you did I mean, but emotions aren’t negative, Spock, and the release of them is healthy.”
“However, the release of emotions can obviously be very unhealthy for those around oneself.”
Spock made to leave, his body slouched in defeat. McCoy hated seeing him so broken. Suddenly his own body jerked as he felt new movement and he dashed after Spock in a new emotional fit.
“It doesn’t have to be! I, I mean you feel empathy for Jim right now. He’s frustrated and you wish to help him not be so, nothing wrong with that. I lov-like you and so I’m doing stuff I would never dream of doing otherwise for you. Every part of you is important to us, Spock, you must know this. Those emotions define you just as much as those pointed ears and your ability to calculate odds to the thousandth decimal place. Don’t think about just how to respond to Jim logically, not all the time, trust your instincts too.”
“You’re words have great conviction, Doctor. I shall meditate on them, but you should speak more clearly. There is no one else here, but you and me. Thus no us to speak for.”
McCoy looked down at his stomach as Spock left, the first fluttering movements of their child burned in his memory.
“No, not yet there isn’t.”
***
It happened as they were escaping the ship. While helping him out of the hatch Spock placed his hand on his stomach. McCoy felt the bond, link, or whatever it was they had, flare up when Spock touched him and the baby moved in response to the contact. Spock, in a show of great Vulcan control, nearly dropped him into the ocean.
“Later!” he yelled, and continued along the side of the sinking ship to let the others come out.
***
The whales were safe at last and the world was too. So, eventually all eight of them swam for the shore and pulled themselves up into the mud. McCoy rolled over, panting hard, and stared down as his stomach, and he could feel the others beginning to look at him as well. Before now the growth could be hidden by large shirts and padded jackets, but now with his clothes wet and clinging to his skin there was no denying it. It was round. Not the blimp it was sure to become in the coming months, but round just the same.
“Bones?” Jim asked as he stared at the man’s stomach.
Before he could even think of an answer Spock covered his hand over their little one and looked into his eyes
“You, you never said anything.”
“I didn’t want to tell the news to a man who looked at me as nothing more than a colleague. I wanted to tell you Spock, and only you, that you’re going to be a father, darlin’.”
Spock wrapped one arm around McCoy and pulled him close to his body.
“On Vulcan?”
He nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
McCoy cupped his hand around Spock’s chin and pulled their faces together.
“Don’t be, I wanted it too.”
With that declaration McCoy kissed him hard.
***
After the crew got over the shock of the soon to be new arrival it was time to be court martialed. It turned out well all things considered and life went back to its normal routine. The pregnancy remained healthy and Spock, in a seemingly never ending quest to make up for his behaviour, was on hand to give McCoy anything he could ever need and then some.
The betting pools on the birth were all incorrect and McCoy could have told them so if anyone had ever bothered to ask him. He was a doctor, not an actor so of course it didn’t happen like all those old shows on Television. The c-section was scheduled and went ahead without complications. At 9:38 am preciously a healthy baby boy was born and Doctor Chapel handed him, red and screaming, to his father. McCoy didn’t think he had seen a more wonderful sight since he had first laid eyes on Joanna.
Spock ran his hand along the boy’s head in soothing strokes; lingering on the points of his ears, and the crying stopped.
“Have you given anymore thought to his designation, Leonard? We have had difficulty deciding on an appropriate name.”
Bones looked down at his son. Pushed aside black hair to look at his bright blue eyes and he knew.
“Jackson, Jackson McCoy.”
“It’s a good name,” Jim said coming up to the bed. “A good strong name for a strong boy who is going to learn everything he needs to know about the great outdoors, because Uncle Jim is taking everybody camping.”
“Now why would we want to spend our all too fleeting days off with you in the woods, Jim?”
“Bones, you’ll enjoy your shore leave this time I promise. You’ll be able to relax. It’ll be fun.”
The End
Rating: PG
Warnings: mpreg
Pairings: Spock/McCoy
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Star Trek related.
Summary: Post-TSFS. Spock came to McCoy one night after the refusion, seeking relief. McCoy deals with the fall-out.
One Night on Vulcan
Pregnant. McCoy sighed and dropped the diagnostic instrument back into his medical kit. Of all the things that could have manifested his symptoms it had to be that. This was just peachy. Stranded far from home, and facing court martial the minute they returned; dealing with a lover who didn’t even remember his name half the time, and he had to go get knocked up like a breeding mare. It was stupid. He had been stupid, but still, at the time, it had felt right.
He looked out over the barring landscape of Vulcan deep in thought. He had been a wreck from having his mind scrambled like that. The moment an opportunity came up to release the emotional pressures he had jumped on it without a second thought. Spock was right he did need to learn to control his passions they were proving to be his undoing. Wait, what was he saying? It was all Spock’s fault he was in this mess in the first place! That thick-headed idiot had to go and be all noble for the good of the many; had to leave that infernal thing in his mind. Being able to touch so many things about Spock that he had never known before, and yet being able to touch nothing at all at the same time. It had been agony.
When they had gotten Spock back it seemed that everything would be all right again, but progress on recovering his memories had been slow and the refits to the Bird of Prey, so they could have some hope of flying it back to Earth in one piece, were slower still. Spock was the one who had come to him one night saying that he felt certain physical stirrings in his presence and that logically sexual intercourse would relieve this unnecessary physical desire. McCoy thoroughly drained from the whole adventure and thinking he would never be able to hold him like that again had made no complaints. As Spock took him roughly against the mattress he could imagine, just for a moment, that things were like they use to be.
Spock left in the morning without so much as a goodbye and had never spoken of it again. Logically of course it made sense, he had achieved physical release and so there was no more need to address it. Emotionally, in McCoy’s case, it was soul-crushing and now he had a souvenir to deal with on top of it all. Why did everything always happen to him? He was going to be a grandfather for god’s sake! Things like this didn’t happen to men his age! He had already raised children. Well to be truthful really he had had a daughter who he barely got to see growing up, missed most of the milestones in her life, and through some miracle she still wanted something to do with him. Although, he thought, he had gotten to see her first steps, and hear her first words. He had walked with her on her first day of school, and walked her down the aisle. He leaned back against the rock and idly wondered if perhaps he could do it again. He wondered if this child would have Spock’s ears, or his hair, brown eyes or blue. If it would learn to walk and talk faster because it was part Vulcan, how much of a nuisance would it be to Jim?
He knew that this decision was completely…illogical. McCoy smiled anyway as he ran has hand across his still flat stomach. Jim had always been on him to gain some weight.
***
A month and a half into their stay on Vulcan lady Amanda had confronted him as to when he planned on revealing the news of her grandchild. McCoy stammered for a good five minutes asking her how she could possibly know. Amanda simply said that women knew these things and to answer the question. McCoy told her that he wanted to tell Spock when he was back the way he was supposed to be. Amanda he nodded sadly and then had the doctor taken off any labour intensive projects that required lifting anything heavier than a book. McCoy thought he could get use to this.
***
“How do we know he didn’t invent the stuff?”
McCoy rolled his eyes at that and then he left Scotty to continue the negotiations and mucking around of the time-space continuum. He needed to find a bathroom anyway. The kid’s pointed ears were probably what seemed to be constantly poking his bladder these days. The whole situation, time-travel pregnancy and all, was truly frustrating at the moment and blaming Spock made everything better.
***
With the glass for the tank secured McCoy found himself with nothing to do for a moment. When they got back to the ship he found Spock in what appeared to be a similar situation.
“Where’s Jim?”
“The admiral has gone to have Italian food with a doctor watching over the two whales we wish to acquire. I believe it is what humans call, a date.”
McCoy rolled his eyes. “You can always trust Jim to find a girl even in a life or death situation. Well since I’ve completed my part of the mission, for the moment, and you are on a break, would you care to join me for dinner? I saw a small place that serves vegetarian items a few blocks away.”
“Since it shall help us to know the area better in case of an emergency and I require nourishment I shall.”
Dinner had been good all things considered. They hadn’t said much, Spock of course not seeing the logic in small talk, but the silence was a comfortable one; and Spock did let their legs touch together during the meal. As they walked back to the ship McCoy commented on the stars and Spock added that it would be a relief when they reached home and could admire them without the haze of smog and harsh lights obscuring so many of them. McCoy had even been brave enough to touch Spock’s wrist ever so gently and Spock had not pulled away.
Then Jim had to come back and shoot it all to hell.
“Spock, you talking about the end of every life on Earth. You’re half-human. Haven’t you got any goddamn feelings about that!?”
Jim stalked off and Spock looked at him looking so…lost.
“Spock, he isn’t doing this to be hurtful.”
He expected him to answer that as a Vulcan he has total control of himself and words do not affect him, instead he said. “It is illogical to…feel like this.”
“He’s just frustrated, Spock, you’re not what he remembers. He keeps wanting you to react a certain way to things and you don’t.”
“How do I correct this flaw?”
“You just have to be you, all of you.”
“That does not seem to be adequate to the admiral.”
“It would be if he took a moment to think about how long this went on before. It took a long time for you to realize it. It took me a long time too, to know why you acted the way you did I mean, but emotions aren’t negative, Spock, and the release of them is healthy.”
“However, the release of emotions can obviously be very unhealthy for those around oneself.”
Spock made to leave, his body slouched in defeat. McCoy hated seeing him so broken. Suddenly his own body jerked as he felt new movement and he dashed after Spock in a new emotional fit.
“It doesn’t have to be! I, I mean you feel empathy for Jim right now. He’s frustrated and you wish to help him not be so, nothing wrong with that. I lov-like you and so I’m doing stuff I would never dream of doing otherwise for you. Every part of you is important to us, Spock, you must know this. Those emotions define you just as much as those pointed ears and your ability to calculate odds to the thousandth decimal place. Don’t think about just how to respond to Jim logically, not all the time, trust your instincts too.”
“You’re words have great conviction, Doctor. I shall meditate on them, but you should speak more clearly. There is no one else here, but you and me. Thus no us to speak for.”
McCoy looked down at his stomach as Spock left, the first fluttering movements of their child burned in his memory.
“No, not yet there isn’t.”
***
It happened as they were escaping the ship. While helping him out of the hatch Spock placed his hand on his stomach. McCoy felt the bond, link, or whatever it was they had, flare up when Spock touched him and the baby moved in response to the contact. Spock, in a show of great Vulcan control, nearly dropped him into the ocean.
“Later!” he yelled, and continued along the side of the sinking ship to let the others come out.
***
The whales were safe at last and the world was too. So, eventually all eight of them swam for the shore and pulled themselves up into the mud. McCoy rolled over, panting hard, and stared down as his stomach, and he could feel the others beginning to look at him as well. Before now the growth could be hidden by large shirts and padded jackets, but now with his clothes wet and clinging to his skin there was no denying it. It was round. Not the blimp it was sure to become in the coming months, but round just the same.
“Bones?” Jim asked as he stared at the man’s stomach.
Before he could even think of an answer Spock covered his hand over their little one and looked into his eyes
“You, you never said anything.”
“I didn’t want to tell the news to a man who looked at me as nothing more than a colleague. I wanted to tell you Spock, and only you, that you’re going to be a father, darlin’.”
Spock wrapped one arm around McCoy and pulled him close to his body.
“On Vulcan?”
He nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
McCoy cupped his hand around Spock’s chin and pulled their faces together.
“Don’t be, I wanted it too.”
With that declaration McCoy kissed him hard.
***
After the crew got over the shock of the soon to be new arrival it was time to be court martialed. It turned out well all things considered and life went back to its normal routine. The pregnancy remained healthy and Spock, in a seemingly never ending quest to make up for his behaviour, was on hand to give McCoy anything he could ever need and then some.
The betting pools on the birth were all incorrect and McCoy could have told them so if anyone had ever bothered to ask him. He was a doctor, not an actor so of course it didn’t happen like all those old shows on Television. The c-section was scheduled and went ahead without complications. At 9:38 am preciously a healthy baby boy was born and Doctor Chapel handed him, red and screaming, to his father. McCoy didn’t think he had seen a more wonderful sight since he had first laid eyes on Joanna.
Spock ran his hand along the boy’s head in soothing strokes; lingering on the points of his ears, and the crying stopped.
“Have you given anymore thought to his designation, Leonard? We have had difficulty deciding on an appropriate name.”
Bones looked down at his son. Pushed aside black hair to look at his bright blue eyes and he knew.
“Jackson, Jackson McCoy.”
“It’s a good name,” Jim said coming up to the bed. “A good strong name for a strong boy who is going to learn everything he needs to know about the great outdoors, because Uncle Jim is taking everybody camping.”
“Now why would we want to spend our all too fleeting days off with you in the woods, Jim?”
“Bones, you’ll enjoy your shore leave this time I promise. You’ll be able to relax. It’ll be fun.”
The End