Star Trek: Love in Pieces Chapter 2
Next chapter in my Love in Pieces for Star Trek and man it was hard to write. Still shaky on writing Spock since he is Vulcan and doesn't show alot of emotions gah! I think I made him show some though ah well. Currently done with Ch3 just reviewing it and Ch4 is in the works :).
Chapter 2: Problems Arise
A groan escaped the Vulcan as he woke up and grasped his head. Agony rippled through his mind and it felt like his control over his telepathic abilities was gone. He could feel everything around him and it hurt so much. The death cry of something being killed by a predator. Exhilaration of another creature while it ran through the forest. Triumph of another as it killed its first prey. It was too much for his mind to handle and he let out a whimper.
A warm hand was placed on his shoulder and it felt like a switch had been turned off. Taking a deep breath, Spock let out a relieved sigh. The emotional overflow was gone and he blinked dazedly. The touch from that hand was like a balm to his mind and it was soothing. A voice captured his attention and he turned his head. Concerned hazel brown eyes gazed down at him and he recognized this man.
“Captain what is happening?”
The human smiled at him lopsidedly and said, “I am unsure Commander. Are you alright you seemed to be in pain.”
Spock raised a hesitant hand and grasped his Captain’s hand. “I will be as long as you don’t stop touching me.”
He saw his Captain start and look at him in surprise. Letting out a tired sigh he sat up slowly and felt the blanket covering him slide down. He blinked a little when he realized he was laying on a pallet of blankets and that he was naked. Most disconcerting. He could feel the impatience to know coming off his Captain and he felt a brief flare of amusement.
“I am afraid that if you stop touching me Captain I will be overwhelmed again since my control on my telepathic abilities is how do you say it blown to bits?”
“Blown to bits?” Jim said in astonishment.
“Yes. It will take time to recover my control over my abilities and I must have a chance to mediate to do this.” Spock glanced down at himself again and asked in puzzlement, “Although by chance Captain why am I naked? Did I get injured somehow?”
Spock watched as an embarrassed flush swept over his Captain’s face and he could feel guilt from him. Why was he feeling guilty?
“I am unsure Commander for you see I err found us both naked and you were laying against my side.” The Captain had dropped his gaze and one of his hands was fiddling with his trouser legs. “I don’t remember how we ended up that way but…..”
“But? What are you not telling me Captain?”
Jim looked him in the eye and said quiet seriously, “I was stiff when I woke up Commander and sore in other places.”
It didn’t take very long for Spock to figure out what that meant and an embarrassed flush almost reached his cheeks and ears. Luckily he still had control over his body and stopped it. He did feel a tad stiff now that it was pointed out to him and he noticed teeth marks on his upper left thigh. Very disconcerting was what popped into Spock’s mind. To know that it was highly possible that he had sexual intercourse with his Captain and not remember any of it. He had never been attracted to Jim before and this was most displeasing. It was not unknown for Vulcans to take a male lover but he had never shown any inclinations towards wanting one. He wondered now just what had caused this situation since his memories were a bit hazy. What was most disquieting was why his captain’s touch helped to control his abilities. It was highly illogical for his Captain to suddenly be able to do this and he wondered what had caused it.
Deciding meditation was the key Spock turned to Jim and asked, “I require meditation if you do not mind sitting close to me Captain?”
“Sure Mister Spock I don’t mind.” A humorous look shown in hazel eyes. “As long as you put some clothes on!”
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Jim settled down trying to get comfortable without disturbing Spock. It was weird sitting so close to his First Officer and letting him hold his hand. Although it had been even weirder waking up naked next to him. He still wondered once more about what had been in that water and why his memories were still so vague. He glanced over at Spock and watched him for a bit. Spock was sitting on his knees with one hand resting on his thigh and the other gripping Jim’s hand.
The Vulcan’s eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. He could tell that the Spock was deep in meditation and he wonder if he was disturbing him. Vulcan’s normally didn’t like to touch people since they were telepathic race with a slight touch of empathy and it must be annoying to be around humans all the time. A grin appeared on his face the more he thought about. Compared to the logical and emotional less Vulcan’s, humans must appear to be a jumbled mess. Humans liked to leap into fool hardy situations and of course let there emotions lead them into all sorts of trouble. Vulcan’s on the other hand liked to think things through and apply logic to everything. It brought a smile to his lips as he sat there and though about this. A sudden thought popped in his mind and he groaned. He hadn’t reminded Spock about the water they had drunk and he almost cursed. It didn’t appear that Spock had remembered it but now wasn’t a good time to tell him. He decided to wait until First Officer was done meditating and then he would tell him.
The day was passing slowly as Jim let out a yawn and he decided to lay down. He was carefully not to move his hand as he stretched out on the pallet. It was warm under the sun and he smiled. He had a feeling that Spock would be mediating for a few more hours and he might as well take nap. Closing his eyes he soon slipped into slumber.
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The orderly landscape in his mind was in disarray as Spock slowly began to put it back to order. Something had disrupted his mind and he didn’t like it. Looking around he noticed bright splashes of color here and there that had him curious. Normally his mind held shades of grey and green but theses splashes were vivid in color. They had never been there before and it was fascinating. He wondered if they had appeared after his telepathic control over his abilities had been destroyed.
Drifting closer to it, he raised a ghostly hand and lightly touched the colors. A feeling of surprise swept through him and then denial. It couldn’t be what he thought it was but the feelings he got from the color confirmed it. Concentrating the color began to form into a long rope of red and he grasped it firmly. Thoughts that were not his own swept through the link and he sighed. It was true then what this color represented but how to tell the Captain? Although it did explain how the Captain’s touch helped to control his telepathic and empathic abilities. In Vulcan society the touch of ones bond mate could act as a barrier to all outside influences for a time. Even if Jim wasn’t doing it subconsciously the bond was helping the human to protect him somehow. Not even the greatest minds in Vulcan could truly describe what those who had a bond would do for each other.
Spock still pondered on how to explain this situation to his Captain. How did one go and say to someone they were not friends with that they had bonded? It was not a good situation to be in and Spock was not very happy about it. And to make matters worse he had raped his Captain by overwhelming the human with his mind. It was a most unpleasant situation to be in and he knew that Jim had a right to prosecute him for this most grievous offense. Spock was unsure how to handle this situation and would need to consult Jim about it.
Dropping the red rope, he begun to sift through his memories to find out how this happened. It took time and much effort but he finally found what he was looking for. The memories were a bit ragged and torn but still there.
Luckily or perhaps unluckily for Vulcans there minds were photographic so while humans might forget things even when they were drunk, Vulcan never did. Spock watched the memories replay for him and shame gripped him. It had been the water which had induced the Pon farr and he had sated his Plak Tow on his Captain’s body. He watched as his powerful mind overwhelmed the human’s and how they sated there lust on each other. Each piece of memory was played back to Spock in vivid detail and if he had could have flushed in the meld he would have.
Continuing to re-watch his memories, he analyzed the new situation he was in. At the moment he felt no feeling of commitment or even lust for the Captain. The bond between them was weak for now but he knew as time went on it would grow stronger. Once the bond stabilized and grew stronger they would not be able to undo it and this displeased him greatly. A bond with a human male would create no children and neither of them would be happy to be stuck in an unwanted bond. Perhaps a trip to New Vulcan would be best to consult a mind healer when time was permitted and see about the removal of the bond.
Checking over his mind one more time for any other discrepancies, Spock slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the tanned hand he was still holding and how it stood out against his own pale green skin. He wondered if it had something to do with the pigments in there skins or the different suns that resided over there worlds. The Captain’s hand was several degrees cooler then his own and it was a bit soothing.
“I see that you are done meditating. Everything straightened out Commander?” Jim asked sleepily.
Spock regarded his Captain for a moment in contemplation and noticed he was sprawled out next to him. “Yes Captain although I have discovered something that will require us both being a bit discreet about it until it has been resolved.”
“Well get on it with it man. It can’t be any worse then other situations we have been.”
Spock couldn’t help but think that was an understatement. The other situations they had been were life or death but this one was more personal in nature.
“We are bonded sir.”
“Bonded?”
Spock watched as shock flashed across his Captain features. Feeling more in control of his abilities, he released there clasped hands and watched as Jim jumped to his feet. He wasn’t too surprised when the captain started to pace.
Jim began to pace faster as the words suck into his head. Bonded. Just how the hell did that happen and when? He had heard of Vulcan’s bonding before and he knew what it meant. It was a lifetime commitment that was usually beneficial to both parties if the bond was wanted. Although in this situation Jim didn’t want to be stuck to a loveless bond with someone he didn’t even consider a close friend and a male to boot. He liked women with there luscious curves and full plump lips thank you very much. It was an unpleasant situation to be in. Racking his mind he still couldn’t remember how this bond had occurred and cursed in frustration. Sliding to a halt, he whirled around and pinned Spock with his eyes.
“It was the water wasn’t it?”
Spock nodded. “It is highly logical that the water affected us both and induced a kind of Pon farr in me. From what I can recall after drinking the water it made the Plak Tow unbearable and since you were the closest being…..”
“You jumped my bones like a buck on a doe in heat”
“I wouldn’t be so coarse Captain but that is an accurate statement.”
Jim couldn’t help but think this was an ironic situation to be in. He had sex with his First Officer and yet he felt nothing for the other man. Not that he could remember anything and he was partially curious if it was any good. Shrugging his shoulders he pushed that thought away and sighed.
“I must apologize for this situation to have happened Captain I should have stopped you from going near the water.”
Spock seemed to be contemplating something for a moment and Jim waited for him to speak. He had never seen his First Officer so hesitant before and he began to grown concerned.
Impatience soon reared its ugly head. “Out with it Commander what else is bothering you?”
He watched as the Vulcan glanced down at the ground. “I am afraid that in effect I have raped you Sir.”
“What?”
“During Pon farr I was consumed with the mating and in effect I was driven to mate. In this state I overtook your mind and forced you to have intercourse with me.”
Jim didn’t know what to think of this situation or how to respond to it. From what little he knew of Pon farr once the individually was in this state they could no longer form rational thought. The need to mate ruled them until the Plak Tow was extinguished and the bond was formed. He couldn’t blame Spock for something he had not done willingly and yet he did feel a little uncomfortable about it. Although since he didn’t remember the rape happening he didn’t know how he should feel. Perhaps they should both discuss this issue with Bones and go from there. Ugh although explaining something like this with the Doctor was going to be as uncomfortable as hell.
“It is alright Spock.” Jim raised his hand to stop Spock from speaking. “We will have to discuss this situation with McCoy and go from there. Although that’s going to be as pleasant as kissing a Klingon.”
Spock sighed heavily. “Very well Captain, I will try to be a willing participate in this discussion.”
“But what will we do about the Bond?” Jim couldn’t help but ask.
Spock stood up and began to pack there things. Keeping busy would help distract him from the bond and what had happened during it. If he thought about it to much he would think about the discussion they would have with the good Doctor which would be most unpleasant. “Logically we should finish our expedition here and when time is permitting go to New Vulcan to consult a mind healer.”
“Will they be able to help us?” Jim asked as he began to pack a way there sleeping gear.
“I believe so.”
“Then let’s finish this expedition and get the hell out of here.”
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TBC
Chapter 2: Problems Arise
A groan escaped the Vulcan as he woke up and grasped his head. Agony rippled through his mind and it felt like his control over his telepathic abilities was gone. He could feel everything around him and it hurt so much. The death cry of something being killed by a predator. Exhilaration of another creature while it ran through the forest. Triumph of another as it killed its first prey. It was too much for his mind to handle and he let out a whimper.
A warm hand was placed on his shoulder and it felt like a switch had been turned off. Taking a deep breath, Spock let out a relieved sigh. The emotional overflow was gone and he blinked dazedly. The touch from that hand was like a balm to his mind and it was soothing. A voice captured his attention and he turned his head. Concerned hazel brown eyes gazed down at him and he recognized this man.
“Captain what is happening?”
The human smiled at him lopsidedly and said, “I am unsure Commander. Are you alright you seemed to be in pain.”
Spock raised a hesitant hand and grasped his Captain’s hand. “I will be as long as you don’t stop touching me.”
He saw his Captain start and look at him in surprise. Letting out a tired sigh he sat up slowly and felt the blanket covering him slide down. He blinked a little when he realized he was laying on a pallet of blankets and that he was naked. Most disconcerting. He could feel the impatience to know coming off his Captain and he felt a brief flare of amusement.
“I am afraid that if you stop touching me Captain I will be overwhelmed again since my control on my telepathic abilities is how do you say it blown to bits?”
“Blown to bits?” Jim said in astonishment.
“Yes. It will take time to recover my control over my abilities and I must have a chance to mediate to do this.” Spock glanced down at himself again and asked in puzzlement, “Although by chance Captain why am I naked? Did I get injured somehow?”
Spock watched as an embarrassed flush swept over his Captain’s face and he could feel guilt from him. Why was he feeling guilty?
“I am unsure Commander for you see I err found us both naked and you were laying against my side.” The Captain had dropped his gaze and one of his hands was fiddling with his trouser legs. “I don’t remember how we ended up that way but…..”
“But? What are you not telling me Captain?”
Jim looked him in the eye and said quiet seriously, “I was stiff when I woke up Commander and sore in other places.”
It didn’t take very long for Spock to figure out what that meant and an embarrassed flush almost reached his cheeks and ears. Luckily he still had control over his body and stopped it. He did feel a tad stiff now that it was pointed out to him and he noticed teeth marks on his upper left thigh. Very disconcerting was what popped into Spock’s mind. To know that it was highly possible that he had sexual intercourse with his Captain and not remember any of it. He had never been attracted to Jim before and this was most displeasing. It was not unknown for Vulcans to take a male lover but he had never shown any inclinations towards wanting one. He wondered now just what had caused this situation since his memories were a bit hazy. What was most disquieting was why his captain’s touch helped to control his abilities. It was highly illogical for his Captain to suddenly be able to do this and he wondered what had caused it.
Deciding meditation was the key Spock turned to Jim and asked, “I require meditation if you do not mind sitting close to me Captain?”
“Sure Mister Spock I don’t mind.” A humorous look shown in hazel eyes. “As long as you put some clothes on!”
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Jim settled down trying to get comfortable without disturbing Spock. It was weird sitting so close to his First Officer and letting him hold his hand. Although it had been even weirder waking up naked next to him. He still wondered once more about what had been in that water and why his memories were still so vague. He glanced over at Spock and watched him for a bit. Spock was sitting on his knees with one hand resting on his thigh and the other gripping Jim’s hand.
The Vulcan’s eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. He could tell that the Spock was deep in meditation and he wonder if he was disturbing him. Vulcan’s normally didn’t like to touch people since they were telepathic race with a slight touch of empathy and it must be annoying to be around humans all the time. A grin appeared on his face the more he thought about. Compared to the logical and emotional less Vulcan’s, humans must appear to be a jumbled mess. Humans liked to leap into fool hardy situations and of course let there emotions lead them into all sorts of trouble. Vulcan’s on the other hand liked to think things through and apply logic to everything. It brought a smile to his lips as he sat there and though about this. A sudden thought popped in his mind and he groaned. He hadn’t reminded Spock about the water they had drunk and he almost cursed. It didn’t appear that Spock had remembered it but now wasn’t a good time to tell him. He decided to wait until First Officer was done meditating and then he would tell him.
The day was passing slowly as Jim let out a yawn and he decided to lay down. He was carefully not to move his hand as he stretched out on the pallet. It was warm under the sun and he smiled. He had a feeling that Spock would be mediating for a few more hours and he might as well take nap. Closing his eyes he soon slipped into slumber.
--
The orderly landscape in his mind was in disarray as Spock slowly began to put it back to order. Something had disrupted his mind and he didn’t like it. Looking around he noticed bright splashes of color here and there that had him curious. Normally his mind held shades of grey and green but theses splashes were vivid in color. They had never been there before and it was fascinating. He wondered if they had appeared after his telepathic control over his abilities had been destroyed.
Drifting closer to it, he raised a ghostly hand and lightly touched the colors. A feeling of surprise swept through him and then denial. It couldn’t be what he thought it was but the feelings he got from the color confirmed it. Concentrating the color began to form into a long rope of red and he grasped it firmly. Thoughts that were not his own swept through the link and he sighed. It was true then what this color represented but how to tell the Captain? Although it did explain how the Captain’s touch helped to control his telepathic and empathic abilities. In Vulcan society the touch of ones bond mate could act as a barrier to all outside influences for a time. Even if Jim wasn’t doing it subconsciously the bond was helping the human to protect him somehow. Not even the greatest minds in Vulcan could truly describe what those who had a bond would do for each other.
Spock still pondered on how to explain this situation to his Captain. How did one go and say to someone they were not friends with that they had bonded? It was not a good situation to be in and Spock was not very happy about it. And to make matters worse he had raped his Captain by overwhelming the human with his mind. It was a most unpleasant situation to be in and he knew that Jim had a right to prosecute him for this most grievous offense. Spock was unsure how to handle this situation and would need to consult Jim about it.
Dropping the red rope, he begun to sift through his memories to find out how this happened. It took time and much effort but he finally found what he was looking for. The memories were a bit ragged and torn but still there.
Luckily or perhaps unluckily for Vulcans there minds were photographic so while humans might forget things even when they were drunk, Vulcan never did. Spock watched the memories replay for him and shame gripped him. It had been the water which had induced the Pon farr and he had sated his Plak Tow on his Captain’s body. He watched as his powerful mind overwhelmed the human’s and how they sated there lust on each other. Each piece of memory was played back to Spock in vivid detail and if he had could have flushed in the meld he would have.
Continuing to re-watch his memories, he analyzed the new situation he was in. At the moment he felt no feeling of commitment or even lust for the Captain. The bond between them was weak for now but he knew as time went on it would grow stronger. Once the bond stabilized and grew stronger they would not be able to undo it and this displeased him greatly. A bond with a human male would create no children and neither of them would be happy to be stuck in an unwanted bond. Perhaps a trip to New Vulcan would be best to consult a mind healer when time was permitted and see about the removal of the bond.
Checking over his mind one more time for any other discrepancies, Spock slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the tanned hand he was still holding and how it stood out against his own pale green skin. He wondered if it had something to do with the pigments in there skins or the different suns that resided over there worlds. The Captain’s hand was several degrees cooler then his own and it was a bit soothing.
“I see that you are done meditating. Everything straightened out Commander?” Jim asked sleepily.
Spock regarded his Captain for a moment in contemplation and noticed he was sprawled out next to him. “Yes Captain although I have discovered something that will require us both being a bit discreet about it until it has been resolved.”
“Well get on it with it man. It can’t be any worse then other situations we have been.”
Spock couldn’t help but think that was an understatement. The other situations they had been were life or death but this one was more personal in nature.
“We are bonded sir.”
“Bonded?”
Spock watched as shock flashed across his Captain features. Feeling more in control of his abilities, he released there clasped hands and watched as Jim jumped to his feet. He wasn’t too surprised when the captain started to pace.
Jim began to pace faster as the words suck into his head. Bonded. Just how the hell did that happen and when? He had heard of Vulcan’s bonding before and he knew what it meant. It was a lifetime commitment that was usually beneficial to both parties if the bond was wanted. Although in this situation Jim didn’t want to be stuck to a loveless bond with someone he didn’t even consider a close friend and a male to boot. He liked women with there luscious curves and full plump lips thank you very much. It was an unpleasant situation to be in. Racking his mind he still couldn’t remember how this bond had occurred and cursed in frustration. Sliding to a halt, he whirled around and pinned Spock with his eyes.
“It was the water wasn’t it?”
Spock nodded. “It is highly logical that the water affected us both and induced a kind of Pon farr in me. From what I can recall after drinking the water it made the Plak Tow unbearable and since you were the closest being…..”
“You jumped my bones like a buck on a doe in heat”
“I wouldn’t be so coarse Captain but that is an accurate statement.”
Jim couldn’t help but think this was an ironic situation to be in. He had sex with his First Officer and yet he felt nothing for the other man. Not that he could remember anything and he was partially curious if it was any good. Shrugging his shoulders he pushed that thought away and sighed.
“I must apologize for this situation to have happened Captain I should have stopped you from going near the water.”
Spock seemed to be contemplating something for a moment and Jim waited for him to speak. He had never seen his First Officer so hesitant before and he began to grown concerned.
Impatience soon reared its ugly head. “Out with it Commander what else is bothering you?”
He watched as the Vulcan glanced down at the ground. “I am afraid that in effect I have raped you Sir.”
“What?”
“During Pon farr I was consumed with the mating and in effect I was driven to mate. In this state I overtook your mind and forced you to have intercourse with me.”
Jim didn’t know what to think of this situation or how to respond to it. From what little he knew of Pon farr once the individually was in this state they could no longer form rational thought. The need to mate ruled them until the Plak Tow was extinguished and the bond was formed. He couldn’t blame Spock for something he had not done willingly and yet he did feel a little uncomfortable about it. Although since he didn’t remember the rape happening he didn’t know how he should feel. Perhaps they should both discuss this issue with Bones and go from there. Ugh although explaining something like this with the Doctor was going to be as uncomfortable as hell.
“It is alright Spock.” Jim raised his hand to stop Spock from speaking. “We will have to discuss this situation with McCoy and go from there. Although that’s going to be as pleasant as kissing a Klingon.”
Spock sighed heavily. “Very well Captain, I will try to be a willing participate in this discussion.”
“But what will we do about the Bond?” Jim couldn’t help but ask.
Spock stood up and began to pack there things. Keeping busy would help distract him from the bond and what had happened during it. If he thought about it to much he would think about the discussion they would have with the good Doctor which would be most unpleasant. “Logically we should finish our expedition here and when time is permitting go to New Vulcan to consult a mind healer.”
“Will they be able to help us?” Jim asked as he began to pack a way there sleeping gear.
“I believe so.”
“Then let’s finish this expedition and get the hell out of here.”
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TBC