Then Comes Spock, 11/15
Title: Then Comes Spock: He Who Fails To Plan
Author: teaoli
Characters: McCoy, Spock, Uhura, Ambassador Spock, Sarek, OFC, Enterprise ensemble
Summary: The Enterprise has completed its first mission & its senior crew have settled into their roles. Unusual circumstances send Spock and Uhura to the Vulcan colony. Sequel to Don’t Lose Your Compass, which is also available somewhere on lj and might even eventually make it to my journal.
( Read Hybridogenesis )
( Read Clarity )
( Read Business as Usual )
( Read First Comes Love )
( Read Down to the Bones )
( Read Tea and Sympathetic Natures )
( Read Basic Biology )
( Read Advanced Vulcan Physiology )
( Read Duty and Pleasure )
( Read The Medicine of Life )
Uhura stood between Spock and Bones on the transporter pad, mentally blocking a bout of melancholy from her husband. He already had enough reasons for resisting this trip and she didn’t want to add another one.
The truth was, part of her was looking forward to arriving on the colony planet. They’d be staying in Sarek’s home, where she would also give birth, and that would afford her a chance to spend some more time with her father-in-law. She was a little surprised to find that she’d missed him quite a bit over the past year.
And Ambassador Spock would be there. In the years since he had come into their lives, she’d barely spent any time with him at all.
But she was going to miss her friends on the Enterprise. Three weeks spent restricted her quarters hadn’t sounded too bad when Len had first ordered it, but in reality it had been a bit of a lonely hell. She’d been freed only a day ago to attend a farewell-party-cum-baby-shower - too much time spent in higher oxygen levels would have reversed her acclimatization and that really would have meant hell on her and the girls once they reached T’Khasi Vokaya - and now she was already poised to leave.
“God damn it!” Her sensitive ears picked up Bones muttering to her right. “If they’re gonna break up our molecules and piece them back together, the least they could do it damn well get it over with.”
She smiled to herself. The doctor had protested making a pregnant woman use the transporter, suggesting that she might rematerialize only to find that Spock was carrying one or both of the babies. Of course, Spock had pointed out that the statistical likelihood of such an even occurring was so minuscule as to be effectively impossible, but Uhura had kind of like the idea of seeing her husband with a protruding belly. And of having her own trim figure back in the wink of an eye.
You are even more beautiful than I imagined you would be, carrying our children inside of you, Spock assured her through their bond, and she knew that he meant it. He showed her often enough just how much he continued to desire her.
Such thoughts are ill-advised at this time, Nyota. His chiding words were tinged with a light sense of amusement.
Uhura looked to her left and grinned broadly, all traces of sadness washed away in a sea of suppressed laughter.
“This is you plan?” McCoy frowned at the elderly ambassador then turned to the human at standing at the half-Vulcan’s side. “No offense, Jabilo.”
Doctor M’Benga smiled and shook his head. “None taken, Leonard.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Bones said, addressing the elder Spock again, “Miz Uhura is a human. I won’t dispute he’s the best we’ve got at what he does, but how’s that supposed to help Nyota?”
“While my specialty is in Vulcan physiology,” M’Benga explained for Spock and Uhura’s benefit, “I do have some training in treating humans.” He aimed an amused look at McCoy. “However, I believe Ambassador Spock enlisted my help for your study of Commander Spock’s part in the… situation.”
“Damn it J.G., if you didn’t cover that in elementary school biology, I’m not sure how much help you’re gonna be!” Bones’s grumbled, though internally, he conceded that the specialist might be useful. At least he wasn’t a healer.
As if reading his mind, Ambassador Spock said, “I believe Doctor M’Benga’s assistance is preferable to that of the Vulcan healers. Without the intervention of his counterpart, I doubt I would have been alive to have sought him out in your timeframe.”
M’Benga merely laughed.
Bones sketched a quick glance at the younger Spock. Sometimes he could read him pretty well. This was not one of those times. Still, the overgrown elf wasn’t visibly bristling and hadn’t made any protective moves towards Uhura, so he probably was willing to give M’Benga the benefit of the doubt.
The woman herself looked intrigued. Yeah, she’d probably prefer letting the handsome doctor from her home continent get his hands on her husband to the alternative. At least Jabilo Geoffrey M’Benga was Starfleet. He would most likely consider their interests over those of the Vulcans’.
“I am willing to trust Doctor M’Benga if you are,” the commander told his counterpart. “You were correct in supposing that I would find a Starfleet physician preferable to a Vulcan healer in this matter. I am sure Leonard agrees.”
Spock darted a look at Bones, who only just stopped himself from making a rude face back. This was serious business, after all.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “And Jabilo’s a good guy and a great medic - with Vulcans and with humans. The only thing he ever did wrong was refuse to join me on the Enterprise.”
M’Benga flashed bright white teeth at this assessment.
“Oh, I’ve done other bad things, Len,” he said, adding a wink to his contradiction of his old friend. “As you well know, since you helped me get out of half of them!”
The two doctors shared a private chuckle, but didn’t offer to elaborate.
Bones noticed that Uhura had slipped her hand into her husband’s and was smiling up at him for the first time since they’d beamed down. He sucked in a lungful of the thin air and tried not believe that everything would end in tears for his two friends.
“I have a really good feeling about him, k’diwa,” Uhura told her husband as they settled into their room in Sarek’s spacious home. “Len seems to know him well and Spock trusted the other him with his life.”
She looked up from her unpacking to see that her Spock was standing with his back to a window and wearing his noncommittal face.
“Come on, baby. Don’t look like that!” She walked across the room and tried to wrap her arms around him. It had become increasingly difficult to do so as the twins developed. “You know I’m right.”
He turned her around and embraced her from behind. She relaxed into his soothing warmth.
“Nyota, the last time you had a ‘really good feeling’ about something, we nearly drowned,” he pointed out dryly, but his amusement was evident as a gentle fizzing through their bond.
She giggled.
“We didn’t ‘nearly drown,’” she protested. “We just got a little wetter than I’d intended us to.”
Spock nuzzled her ear before speaking into it. “We were washed three eighths of a mile from our campsite,” he reminded her.
“Yes, but you had fun getting dry before we hiked back.”
Memories of that particular honeymoon activity flooded his mind and he shared the smallest portion of his growing arousal with her.
“Spock! We just got here and I’m as big as a hippo.”
He let a little more of his desire slip through the bond and smiled when he felt her response.
“There are ways, beloved,” he whispered into the ear he was nibbling.
“Mmm. Another one of the advantages of having a Vulcan for a husband,” she agreed.
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Author: teaoli
Characters: McCoy, Spock, Uhura, Ambassador Spock, Sarek, OFC, Enterprise ensemble
Summary: The Enterprise has completed its first mission & its senior crew have settled into their roles. Unusual circumstances send Spock and Uhura to the Vulcan colony. Sequel to Don’t Lose Your Compass, which is also available somewhere on lj and might even eventually make it to my journal.
( Read Hybridogenesis )
( Read Clarity )
( Read Business as Usual )
( Read First Comes Love )
( Read Down to the Bones )
( Read Tea and Sympathetic Natures )
( Read Basic Biology )
( Read Advanced Vulcan Physiology )
( Read Duty and Pleasure )
( Read The Medicine of Life )
Uhura stood between Spock and Bones on the transporter pad, mentally blocking a bout of melancholy from her husband. He already had enough reasons for resisting this trip and she didn’t want to add another one.
The truth was, part of her was looking forward to arriving on the colony planet. They’d be staying in Sarek’s home, where she would also give birth, and that would afford her a chance to spend some more time with her father-in-law. She was a little surprised to find that she’d missed him quite a bit over the past year.
And Ambassador Spock would be there. In the years since he had come into their lives, she’d barely spent any time with him at all.
But she was going to miss her friends on the Enterprise. Three weeks spent restricted her quarters hadn’t sounded too bad when Len had first ordered it, but in reality it had been a bit of a lonely hell. She’d been freed only a day ago to attend a farewell-party-cum-baby-shower - too much time spent in higher oxygen levels would have reversed her acclimatization and that really would have meant hell on her and the girls once they reached T’Khasi Vokaya - and now she was already poised to leave.
“God damn it!” Her sensitive ears picked up Bones muttering to her right. “If they’re gonna break up our molecules and piece them back together, the least they could do it damn well get it over with.”
She smiled to herself. The doctor had protested making a pregnant woman use the transporter, suggesting that she might rematerialize only to find that Spock was carrying one or both of the babies. Of course, Spock had pointed out that the statistical likelihood of such an even occurring was so minuscule as to be effectively impossible, but Uhura had kind of like the idea of seeing her husband with a protruding belly. And of having her own trim figure back in the wink of an eye.
You are even more beautiful than I imagined you would be, carrying our children inside of you, Spock assured her through their bond, and she knew that he meant it. He showed her often enough just how much he continued to desire her.
Such thoughts are ill-advised at this time, Nyota. His chiding words were tinged with a light sense of amusement.
Uhura looked to her left and grinned broadly, all traces of sadness washed away in a sea of suppressed laughter.
“This is you plan?” McCoy frowned at the elderly ambassador then turned to the human at standing at the half-Vulcan’s side. “No offense, Jabilo.”
Doctor M’Benga smiled and shook his head. “None taken, Leonard.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Bones said, addressing the elder Spock again, “Miz Uhura is a human. I won’t dispute he’s the best we’ve got at what he does, but how’s that supposed to help Nyota?”
“While my specialty is in Vulcan physiology,” M’Benga explained for Spock and Uhura’s benefit, “I do have some training in treating humans.” He aimed an amused look at McCoy. “However, I believe Ambassador Spock enlisted my help for your study of Commander Spock’s part in the… situation.”
“Damn it J.G., if you didn’t cover that in elementary school biology, I’m not sure how much help you’re gonna be!” Bones’s grumbled, though internally, he conceded that the specialist might be useful. At least he wasn’t a healer.
As if reading his mind, Ambassador Spock said, “I believe Doctor M’Benga’s assistance is preferable to that of the Vulcan healers. Without the intervention of his counterpart, I doubt I would have been alive to have sought him out in your timeframe.”
M’Benga merely laughed.
Bones sketched a quick glance at the younger Spock. Sometimes he could read him pretty well. This was not one of those times. Still, the overgrown elf wasn’t visibly bristling and hadn’t made any protective moves towards Uhura, so he probably was willing to give M’Benga the benefit of the doubt.
The woman herself looked intrigued. Yeah, she’d probably prefer letting the handsome doctor from her home continent get his hands on her husband to the alternative. At least Jabilo Geoffrey M’Benga was Starfleet. He would most likely consider their interests over those of the Vulcans’.
“I am willing to trust Doctor M’Benga if you are,” the commander told his counterpart. “You were correct in supposing that I would find a Starfleet physician preferable to a Vulcan healer in this matter. I am sure Leonard agrees.”
Spock darted a look at Bones, who only just stopped himself from making a rude face back. This was serious business, after all.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “And Jabilo’s a good guy and a great medic - with Vulcans and with humans. The only thing he ever did wrong was refuse to join me on the Enterprise.”
M’Benga flashed bright white teeth at this assessment.
“Oh, I’ve done other bad things, Len,” he said, adding a wink to his contradiction of his old friend. “As you well know, since you helped me get out of half of them!”
The two doctors shared a private chuckle, but didn’t offer to elaborate.
Bones noticed that Uhura had slipped her hand into her husband’s and was smiling up at him for the first time since they’d beamed down. He sucked in a lungful of the thin air and tried not believe that everything would end in tears for his two friends.
“I have a really good feeling about him, k’diwa,” Uhura told her husband as they settled into their room in Sarek’s spacious home. “Len seems to know him well and Spock trusted the other him with his life.”
She looked up from her unpacking to see that her Spock was standing with his back to a window and wearing his noncommittal face.
“Come on, baby. Don’t look like that!” She walked across the room and tried to wrap her arms around him. It had become increasingly difficult to do so as the twins developed. “You know I’m right.”
He turned her around and embraced her from behind. She relaxed into his soothing warmth.
“Nyota, the last time you had a ‘really good feeling’ about something, we nearly drowned,” he pointed out dryly, but his amusement was evident as a gentle fizzing through their bond.
She giggled.
“We didn’t ‘nearly drown,’” she protested. “We just got a little wetter than I’d intended us to.”
Spock nuzzled her ear before speaking into it. “We were washed three eighths of a mile from our campsite,” he reminded her.
“Yes, but you had fun getting dry before we hiked back.”
Memories of that particular honeymoon activity flooded his mind and he shared the smallest portion of his growing arousal with her.
“Spock! We just got here and I’m as big as a hippo.”
He let a little more of his desire slip through the bond and smiled when he felt her response.
“There are ways, beloved,” he whispered into the ear he was nibbling.
“Mmm. Another one of the advantages of having a Vulcan for a husband,” she agreed.
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