Smoke and Mirrors (Part Two)
Title: Smoke and Mirrors (PART TWO)
Author: Minx08
Fandom: Star Trek xi (Spock/Uhura)
Characters: Spock, Uhura, Kirk, McCoy
Classification: Cannon
Warning: Adult Situations, Extreme Language, Strong Sexual Content
Final Word Count: 5,586 (multi Chapter fic)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not Mine / Entertainment Only
Beta’d: No
Summary: Naughty times continue....
Captain's Log, supplemental: Yesterday Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan and his human-wife Parish were welcomed aboard Enterprise. We’ve met to discuss protocol as to how we should engage diplomacy with the Legarians. Lt. Uhura has been surprisingly absent from these meetings. Her fluency in the Legarian language and customs are invaluable. Spock being fluent as well has decided to fill that role. Who am I, but the Captain, to object?
Today, one known as Eglin, and his entourage from Legaria has beamed aboard. Tonight we have a traditional Legarian dinner since our initial meetings went so well. I am to oversee it but I can’t get her off my mind. What did she tell Spock? What did it really mean? I have to know….
“This is our holodeck.” Kirk says arms open to the emptiness as he leads the troupe inside. Ambassador Eglin and his entourage, Ambassador Sarek and his wife, Spock and McCoy all follow. Kirk’s words are translated between Sarek and Spock. They enter a room of all black walls, floors, and ceiling with gold hologrids that cross over vertically and horizontally. Here the omnidirectional holographic diodes that enable over 12000 projections from all catalogued chartered planets and Galaxies by Star Fleet is before them.
The panel to the left is the only distraction.
“Captain, Ambassador Eglin says he’s familiar with the purpose of this technology.” Sarek speaks up. “It is similar to consciousness they achieve with the aid of Legarian crystals-the source of life on Legaria.”
The alien gives a respectful nod of his calloused, melon shaped head. Skin of green scales and eyes reptilian, he’s an unpleasant sort. Kirk nods back,
Sarek continues, “In Legaria its purpose is for celebrations, honor, and reserved for those considered of the highest level of being.”
Kirk eyes slip to McCoy, Spock, then back to Sarek. “Being. Do tell?”
Sarek walked over to the light panel. His fingers peck the light-screen and the holodeck dissolves into the mountainous canyons of the planet Legaria.
A sight to behold, the group now stands at the edge of a rocky cliff that overlooks a green canyon thriving with many forms of exotic wildlife. Blooming flowers as tall as man, trees with branches that stretch into the clouds, the air has a vanilla flavor to it. A cooling breeze protects them from the fireball in the sky.
In the canyon are surrounding mountains have waterfalls that snake down into lagoons with rolling milky mists covering the surface. Spock steps closer to the edge observing. Kirk realizes this is staged and inserted by Spock and Sarek to make the Legarians feel welcome. It is wonderfully done.
“The Legarians have three moons. They believe there is a divinity in the number three.” Spock’s head gestures to the moons that are out to the east, the sun that is out to the west.
Ambassador Elgin speaks-his language choppy with several clucks of the tongue-all look over but Kirk. He is more focused on the moons. Divinity in three. Well in his book three was a crowd. Take for instance the matters of Lt. Uhura’s heart.
Sarek steps forward, his hands pressed together to the front of him are hidden by the long cuffs of his official Vulcan-Star Fleet robe. His eyes are black buttons in his sunken sockets, hair cut short with circling bang and ears pointed. He’s of darker skin. One of the few remaining elders in the Vulcan community. He addresses Kirk. “Ambassador Elgin would like to extend the courtesy for the Zahir ceremony to you and a guest Captain. A female guest is preferred.”
“Female?” Kirk frowned.
“Yes…” Sarek affirmed. “The ceremony would be with both male and female of the species. That is why I bought along Parish.” Sarek nods to his wife. “It is their custom that at the highest level there is a pair to the complete the divinity of three.”
“What is the third?” McCoy asks.
“The third is your guide. A Legarian, drawn to your energy, trained to channel it positively, of course, if that is at your core.” Spock answers. He levels his gaze upon Kirk-one brow rises. A hard stare. The intense warning clear, a warning Kirk chooses to ignore.
“Sounds dubious.” Says McCoy.
“Sounds tempting.” Says Kirk.
“It’s most appropriate Captain I assure you.” Spock says dryly. “Beyond a sexual nature…”
“…that doesn’t sound appropriate to me…” McCoy gave an eye roll.
Spock narrowed his eyes on the doctor. “Consider it an exchange of cultural DNA. A meld with your inner self with your true self.”
“Yeah well mind-melds, schmind-meld, with trees grass, lizards, frogs, no offense Ambassador.” McCoy says, knowing the Ambassador doesn’t understand. “…doesn’t matter Jim, after your adventures in the Rena I think you’ve had enough contact with the weird kind…”
Kirk put up his hand, to stop the doctor. He spoke, but held Spock’s stare as he did. “Thank the Ambassador and tell him that I would welcome the experience. I select Lt. Uhura, since she is fluent in the language and I will need to be able to communicate with this guide.”
Spock smirked and gave another nod. “That she is. A logical choice Captain.”
“Indeed. Shall we…” The party leaves with Kirk leading them out. Sarek between him and Elgin translating that Enterprise Captain will join. Spock does not follow. In fact his eyes lower and cut away. The hologram holds. He remains standing on the foreign soil in the midst of paradise.
He eyes everything. Impressed with his simulations and how accurate it was presented. He partly wished Uhura had seen what he’d done. Maybe he’d bring her down later to share it with her. His eyes go to the yellow waterfall cascading down into the rolling mist of a lagoon. A dozen or so purple large winged butterflies rise up from the foggy waters in a dancing swirl. Their wings shimmer as if the wet drops from the lagoon are glitter, flaking and falling off.
“Spock?” Parish says from behind him-Sarek’s human wife. He hadn’t had a chance to speak with her. He and Sarek had spoken at length since his arrival. She was once friends with his mother.
“Parish. Hello.” He answers but doesn’t turn to look. Her soft steps approach and she stops at his side.
“You seem lost….in thought.” Her voice carries a hint of a smile.
“Do I?” Spock asked, his hands clasped behind his back. Vulcan’s aren’t open to affection, or touch. If they were he’d hug her, she was indeed that close to his family. “It is not my intent. I’m just considering the benefits of the Legarians world and the disadvantages. They live as Vulcan’s do. Our elders believe that they are a very distant cousin to us. It is groundbreaking that they are allowing contact now after 700 light years of refusing. Don’t you think?”
“Yes.” Parish smiled. “I’ve studied some of their practices in the Academy. They own their feelings like Vulcan’s. Except they harvest emotion to elevate-an interesting way to preserve peace and harmony among their people. It’s not surprising that they’d want to protect that from others.”
“It may be interesting but not logical. One must not only conceive of the unpleasant, but experience it. How else does one teach humility, compassion, empathy? Without conflict, doubt, insecurity, dare I say jealousy there is no appreciation for the reward of accomplishment, fulfillment…thus elevation. One just exists with a self-inflated view of himself.”
“Are we talking about the Legarian’s or something else?” Parish questioned.
Spock blinked as if he didn’t understand-though he did. His mind had been on Kirk since their encounter, Kirk and Uhura. Most illogical to think of them together when he knew Uhura’s love for him was intact. Still, the human side of him questioned. And though he didn’t show it minutes earlier, it irked him that James would select Uhura for this mission instead of delegating that he take Uhura to the planet instead.
“Whatever do you mean?”
Parish smiled at him. There was warmth in her smile and eyes. A human reaction prone to women…the maternal look, his mother wore it many times. “Why are you staring at me like that? Is there more you want to say?”
“Yes. Your mother told me before she died that you were in love. Her name is Lt. Uhura, I’ve met her at dinner yesterday.” Parish nodded.
“She and I are close, yes.”
“Love Spock. You know the word.”
“I do. If it pleases you to hear me say it then fine. I care deeply for Lt. Uhura. I love her.”
Parish put her hand to her mouth and her eyes tear. Spock frowns at her reaction. “I’ve upset you?”
“No! No! It would make your mother so proud to see you now. Co-commanding Star Fleet Enterprise and falling in love. Existing as both human and Vulcan. The best of both worlds.”
“It does present it challenges.”
“Sarek and I have been married 17 Sandar Moons. I know how deeply Vulcan’s feel, in some ways deeper than we humans. You are masters at concealing it. Spock be sure to show her. Let her know okay. I want you to be happy.” Parish kissed his cheek. Spock brows rose but he said nothing. He watched her leave. Then turned again to the waterfalls. “Let her know? I intend too.”
***
Computer run a translation on the communication 2..3..9er..9er..6..B as in bravo. I want to roll back to the transmission in stellar six….stardate:43129.1
Uhura paces. Her hand to her hip, the other to her clammy forehead, she waits and listens, heart hammering in her ears. She is in the communications hub just below the bridge. Yesterday while making her routine checks she detected a signal. A broadcast that sounded strangely Klingon. Since then she has been unable to replicate and she wanted to be sure before she sounded any alarms. The automatic glass pane doors open with a swoosh and her head snaps around, ponytail swinging. “Captain?”
“Uhura? Chekov told me you were in here.”
“Yes sir, I am just….”
“Everyone is gathering for the ceremonial dinner.”
Uhura notices the way his eyes roam when he speaks. She’s dressed for the evening. She wears a gown that is off the shoulders and fitted down her curves belling at her feet. His eyes linger on her hips a moment longer before lifting to look into hers. “You need to join us.”
“Of course. There is…well it may be nothing…”
“You sure about that? What is it?”
Uhura chews her bottom lip. “A broadcast it was cloaked, but I’m sure I heard it this morning but now….”
…Lt. Uhura, scan complete. There is no breach or recorded broadcast catalogued in 2..3..9er..9er..6..B as in bravo. All communication channels are functional…
“See. Nothing to worry about.” Kirk smiled taking a step toward her.
“It’s my job to be concerned James.” Uhura holds his stare.
“And as your captain I’m giving you the night off. Sulu and Chekov have it under control. I’d like you to join at my table. To make the Legarians comfortable, and me.”
Uhura gives him a nod and tries to step out, but Kirk steps in her way. “I had an interesting conversation with Spock.”
Her eyes flip away but return quickly. She tries to keep her composure. “Really?”
“You told him.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“That’s my business. Spock and I…”
“Yes?”
“We’re perfect. Better than perfect. We don’t keep secrets.”
“Right because it’s illogical.”
“Move James.”
He takes a step forward instead of backward. Uhura tenses but hold hers spot. His face comes close. “Nyota, what happened on that planet….”
“Don’t…”
“It wasn’t just the alien influence and you know it. You felt it.”
“I felt nothing. That is enough. I asked you to not.”
“And I did. But you opened that door. If Spock is to know how you feel then you need to know how I feel.”
“This is ridiculous.” She gave a nervous chuckle stepping back. “You want what you can’t have. You need a chase to help with your lacking attention span…”
“When have I ever shown that? What have I ever done that proves me to be a cad in the game of love?”
“Love isn’t a game! That’s the point. I love him, and no matter what happened between us it never wavered. Not for a second.”
Kirk smirked, his eyes sparkled.
She tossed her chin up bravely. “He’s your best friend. That friendship means more to you than conquering me.”
“I want more than the conquest. I thought I showed you that.”
“Don’t purse this, why do you even bother?”
“For the same reason you pretend to not see it, because it eats away at me with the possibilities. Has for the three years in the Academy and got terminal for the past year on this ship. I’ve never crossed the line, not once. Not because I…I….” his eyes again droop to her curves, “I didn’t want too. I respect you. You’re talented, beautiful…”
“I don’t want to hear this…”
He moved when she did, still effectively blocking her from escape. “I’m trying hard not too push. But I want to know the truth. The one you keep from yourself. Do you feel it too?”
“No. I don’t.” she said quickly.
He reached for her hand. She frowned at his touch but didn’t draw away.
“This is ridiculous James. I feel friendship for you, nothing more.”
He squeezed her hand. “You sure about that? Am I ridiculous or brave enough to answer the question you won’t?”
“That makes no sense.”
Kirk rubbed his thumb in the center of her palm. His blue eyes twinkled. “Uhura…”
“Captain.” Spock entered.
Uhura snatched her hand away with a quick jerk. Flustered she backed into the communications panel. Caught. Her eyes dart to Spock then Kirk then away. He sees it, they both do, and she wants to sink through the floor. Until that planet Spock had been her one and only, she had always thought her body her temple. The man to worship at it had to be more than some physical urge. No, he had to be the one. Spock is the one. Damn it to hell for what happened. Her inability to take it back sickened and depressed her.
Kirk continued to stare at her as if Spock hadn’t arrived. How she wished he wouldn’t. “Yes Spock,” he asked with a wry smile.
“We can’t begin until you arrive sir. I was sent to see to the delay. It is unwise to keep the Ambassador waiting. But I see you and Lt. Uhura are in discussion. Maybe I should…”
“We’re done.” She smiles sweetly. “Excuse me.” She steps around Kirk and goes to Spock. Rising on her toes, her three inch heels leave the floor as she plants a kiss at the corner of his mouth, hand pressed to his chest. Spock eyes narrow on her. He doesn’t like to be forward in front of others and she knows that. He doesn’t touch or show any affection. She knows that. But in his eye she sees the man in him that appreciates the show of respect. It slightly alters his slack expressionless face.
“Let’s go.” She takes his hand and leads him out. She knows Kirk is watching, feels his stare burn into her partially bare back. Not her problem.
XXX
“What was that about?” Spock asks her as they turn the narrow hall and continue to the dinning deck.
“Klingon.”
Spock brow rises, his pace slows, but they don’t stop. “Klingon?”
“I thought I detected a cloaked transmission in this star space.”
“Are you sure?”
“No. The computer has no record and it’s more sensitive than I. It happened when I wasn’t quite paying attention…” she casts him a sideways glance. “So I can’t be sure. Besides the Legarians have no use for Klingon’s, I must be wrong.”
“They would interfere with our mission. Its is very likely. Disrupt the alliance, and make the Federation look like the aggressors. The Legarians are about peace. If they are thrown into a Klingon battle they would cut off all talks with us.”
“I know. I know. That’s why I have to be sure.”
Spock stops her before they go inside. “Uhura. Was the Captain….”
She smiles up at him. “James was being James. He’s a big flirt Spock nothing more. I’m okay. She presses her hand in his. “Are you my escort tonight or shall I pretend and just miss you from afar through dinner?” Spock covers her hand with his. “Let’s not pretend any longer. Star Fleet regulation does not restrict a friendship that turns into more. Why should we?”
“I like the way you think.” Uhura smiled.
She slipped her arm through his and allowed him to escort her in. Every table seated, every eye turned. Ignoring the first flutter of nerves-she stepped through her coming out with confidence. The captain’s table is seated with his guests and commanding officers. McCoy looks up with an arched brow at them both. Again she knows they know, but she and Spock were forever the professionals with their peers. It was still shocking.
She beams. She’d dreamed of the moment when she could be open with her feelings for him. For him to allow it meant he was as open as he could be. It would also make it plain to James that there is no point to his ‘feelings’. She knows her heart.
He draws back her chair and she sits. Sarek’s wife flashes her a warm smile which relaxes her further.
Everyone rises. Uhura knows that Captain has entered. She rises again glancing back over her shoulder. He walks in blue eyes full of devilment as he flashes her sly smile and then moves to the head of the table. He nods, and everyone sits. She makes a mental note to avoid that direction of the table for the remainder of dinner.
XXX
Uhura’s head lifts to the conversation. She looks between Elgin and Sarek then to Spock.
“Are you certain? He wants me?”
She heard them clearly. She is to go to beam to Legaria tomorrow with the Captain. Her eyes make their way down to the Kirk who eyes lift to meet her stare. A ball of heat lodged in her gut spreads and she holds his stare.
“Why me?” she asks him not them.
Kirk picks up his choice. “Spock agrees it’s the logical choice.”
“Spock?” Uhura asked cutting him a look.
“It is the custom Uhura and the Captain is the most esteem of Enterprise. It’s an honor.”
Uhura smiled at the Ambassador. She spoke in his language and thanked him, quickly recovering-trying hard too.
She steals a glance at Spock once more. He seems unaffected. He seems. They chat up the things they do know about the Legarians and Uhura asks several questions about what is expected of her. The ceremony itself has never been extended to humans. The Vulcan’s only know minimum details. Her stomach muscles tense as she thinks of the last time she and Kirk encountered an alien life form. But she smiles through it.
The night winds down and it is Spock who excuses them. With a standard goodnight he takes her hand in front of everyone to lead her out. She’s kind of light-headed from the action-too much Centurian wine and evasive maneuvers from the ever-staring Captain at dinner. Coupled with the open way he stared and even offered her a slight smile in dinner conversation. It’s just not his way. The show of affection has to have meaning.
“The Legarians seem to be very welcoming. Things are gong well.” Uhura says, as he moves through his quarters. They decided on his tonight and she was more than willing. The place was as it always was. Very sterile, nothing out of order, colors muted, clean and masculine just like him.
The only touches of life are the ones she’s added. A plant here…which she convinced him of, logically speaking it aids in oxygen levels. And a large photograph turned portrait of his mother and father she had done then framed and mounted over a mantle with candles mounted on either side. He didn’t object to it, she knew he appreciated it.
She watched him step up then stop before the star windows that are larger than the ones in her quarters. Slowly the shields slide back revealing the planet Legaria to which they orbit.
It’s green and blue reminiscent of earth. Uhura moves behind him, feeling strangely at home. “Spock? You’re unusually quiet.”
“Am I?”
“Is it tomorrow? My visit with…with James to Legaria?”
“Of course not Uhura. That is simply work.”
“Um…okay…”
Spock stands erect, his hands behind his back. She steps in closer her hand rises to touch him but it lowers. “Then maybe you can share with me what has you…so reflective this evening.”
“I fear I’ve done you a disservice.” His head drops then turns partially giving her his profile, he cuts her a look from over his shoulder. “By denying the human side of me with you I’ve forced you to expect little.”
“Expect little? What does that mean?”
“I’m not as open with my feelings as other men.” He turned and faced her. The dim lights from the window seam to cast his face in partial shadows. She moves closer, steps up to him to see him clearly.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’ve spoken with Parish. She feels that I should remind you, reassure you of my feelings. I have to admit that this troubles me. I’m not sure I…I can be as forthcoming as…as you may need.”
Uhura smiles. “That is never an issue between me and you. I know what you need. How you feel…” she touches his arm. His brow lifts. Uhura swallows under that critical stare of his. God it gets her going, he has no idea. Something hot and dangerous shoots through her veins like a flamed-tipped arrow…he’s so intense. His look so sexy.
“We’ve crossed that bridge many moons ago. And…well you shown me like no man ever could what being loved really means. Can we…can we not talk it through but…but show each other again tonight?”
His hand goes out then back. Fingers reach behind to the panel at the window edge, his eyes never leaving hers. The lights dim all around and a classical tune plays. She smiles at the mood being set then steps down. Spock follows, turning she walked through his quarters not bothering to look back. His room was also the place of his meditation. Therefore wall to floor windows circled. It was as if she stepped into space when she entered. No need for light. Light came in from the blink and glow of a trillion stars so close they should be touched. The dark shaded laps to either side of the bed dimmed the offering of light to give just another hint of an unearthly glow closer to the bed.
Skilled fingers slipped into the back of her dress and trailed down. The zipper slid open with a whisper. Spock’s hand smoothed over her back, causing her eyes to flutter shut. The material that was binding, so tight, peals away.
She tugs at the material at her hips to aid with it coming all the way down. She’s completely nude beneath. Facing his bed, their bed because she’s the only woman to have visited it. A pang of guilt stabs her at the thought of James, which she pushes back down to the black box in her mind and locks tight.
“Turn around…” his voice is strong but low. The command followed by a lustful hot stare that warms her cheeks and makes her pussy wet.
She does.
He blew out a long breath at the sight of her body. Not that she imagined nudity was the factor. With Spock it was deeper, it was the complete offering, the surrender which had nothing to do with logic. All feeling. Hers for him.
“Now release your hair Nyota. With both hands.”
Her petite breasts lifted with the movement. Her eyes never left his as she tossed the clasp to the floor and put her fingers through her smoothed tresses and spreads them on her shoulders. He hadn’t laid a finger on her and she was burning for him. His eyes again were his most lethal weapon in that moment. She was rooted to the spot. The anticipation was torture-and yes ever pulse point her body hammered with it.
And he didn’t blink. A muscle in his jaw clenched and his lips hardened. But he didn’t reach for her. Instead he reached to the dress collar snaps to his left shoulder and undid them. The front of his uniform folding down, she watched him shed the garment.
She tried not to get too distracted by the action. Instead she focused her gaze on his and told him with her eyes how much she desired him in that moment. Only him.
“Touch me.” He spoke, voice a little rough, his conflict now building to the point she saw his breaths grow shallow with the rise and fall of his chest. Tentative she touched the dark nest of hair sprinkled over his massive chest, felt the texture against the warm hard skin beneath. She trailed her fingers lower, following the line of hair to his navel and below where the band of his uniform trousers began.
Then he moved, his eyes didn’t, he took her hand and pressed it against his thick, throbbing, growing erection, and spoke through clenched teeth. “I said touch me.” He grunted and she squeezed. Very soon that heat, that hardness, all of its length would be buried inside of her. How she longed for that moment.
Then with a heavy moan that rumbled deep in his chest he tumbled her backward to the bed. One shoe fell from her foot to the floor. A flick of his wrist and the front of his trousers opened. He pushed them off his hips, down his legs and a hard, hairy thigh nudged her legs apart-all the while still holding her stare.
The contrasts were stunning. His heat, the angles and planes of his sculpted body, the coolness of the crisp sheets, the sultry air of the cabin washing over her dewy skin. She felt titillated and desired.
Lowering his head he flicked his tongue at one nipple point then the other. Before he closed his mouth over one and sucked. She felt the tug all the way down to the soles of her curled feet. Uhura arched her back then moaned as layer upon layer of sensations rippled through her.
At last, when she thought she couldn’t stand another minute he parted her thighs with his palm flat to the inside skin. He made more room for him to rub that meaty cock of his between her folds. He was familiar with things about her body she’d never known. Exactly the right place in her quivering pussy to touch. Getting her so wet that his finger play was a sloppy sucking noise from her excess of juices. Yes he knew the pleasures to be found within his hands. When to stroke, slide, dip or plunge and how absolutely arousing a slow moving hand could be.
Their loving became her world…and from the joining his. How could she ever think another worthy? How?
“Spock, I want…I need…”
“And I plan to give it to you Nyota, that and more..”
The hot glide of his clever fingers slipped out of her hole and played with her clit. Her body spasms, darts of pleasure shooting through her shocking her nerves as she gave in to the climax and let her mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure sending her to another dimension.
When she floated back down from the heavens to the bed with him the blunt tip of his cock nudged her hole and his hips shot forward. A powerful thrust that gave her too much to soon. Her eyes flipped open. A myriad of dark swirling emotions moved behind the smoldering look in his eyes. His jaw tightened, his arms quivering from the strain of holding his weight off her, she rubbed his ass to encourage him to go further. That the tears slipping from the corners of her eyes down, were from pleasure not pain. That her pussy was open, waiting, needing him, that she’d fuck him until her brain seizure she wanted him so bad.
She felt the muscles beneath his smooth skin clench and braced for more. Thrust after thrust he fed her want. Dark heavy heat engulfed her pussy. Molten fire flowed through her veins. He dropped his damp forehead to hers and she closed her eyes as she felt him enter her through her mind. A shared consciousness so that she understood the soft warm heat of her pussy that made him buck and thrust madly from on top of her, and he felt the hard impalement of his meaty cock as it tunneled deep and charged nerves within her willing channel shocking her nervous system with paralyzing jolts of pleasure so intense she was grinding her molars.
They breathed in sync. Their pores sweating profusely, slick hot bodies writhing and gilding. Flesh to Flesh, man and woman the way nature intended it to be. He’s in and her legs are hitched high. One shoe on, the other off. She crosses her ankles and hold on. He gives her the first kiss his tongue probing, moving as fast as his hip action. She can barely breathe. She’s transported in her mind to a canyon where purple butterflies fly in and out of a yellow waterfall. The place so foreign, it’s….
It’s what I created when I thought of loving you…. His mind whispers back as he beats each syllable into her pussy, in and out. She can’t speak it’s so beautiful. Clinging to him she cries out unable to hold on longer. He sucks her tongue and gives off some jerks that distress her clit and has the biggest orgasm mounting in her pussy until she’s untied her legs from his hips and is kicking her feet at the bed. Then it explodes and so does he, timing perfecting from the mind meld. Together they drift down, and into a complete sleep.
XXX
Uhura awakes. Spock is lying to his stomach, sleeping peacefully. She stares up at the ceiling. Something troubles her. That transmission. It won’t let her sleep. Could Klingon be near bye?
XXX
“What does she see in him Bones?” asks Kirk. He pours another glass.
McCoy half drunk, half aware downs it quick. He doesn’t answer. The party ended hours ago. The crew now gone they lingered and finish off the bar. Something he shouldn’t do considering what tomorrow would bring.
“Jim the question is, what is it she doesn’t see in you.”
“You’d think I fucked the past 29 galaxies and every alien twat between to here her speak on it…” he slurred, burped.
McCoy raised his glass. “Here’s to fucking the twat of galaxies in between!”
“I’m serious Bones. This is a very, wary, verreee serious matter. She…she….” Kirk stopped and stared at his drink. “She’s his girl. And he’s my friend. Not a battle to be won is it. What was I thinking…”
“And there it is! The man has finally got it. Hey…look at it this way. I hear the Legarian females have eight tits and two pussies…”
Kirk frowns. “But I only got one dick?”
They stare at each other for a pause, then both roar into laughter! McCoy crying he’s laughing so hard. Kirk burping more and drinking more. Finally McCoy rises. “I should go…you should go…” he says weaving but managing to stand.
Kirk nods. “Aye…Aye!” he says giving him a drunken salute.
McCoy stumbles off singing some tune. Kirk smile fades when the automatic doors shut him off from the rest of the ship and he’s alone. He wipes his hand down his face and thinks of her. Even drunk he sees it clearly. It’s all an illusion. This burn he has for her. It has to be.
“Smoke and Mirrors….” He laughs, drinking directly from the bottle. “Smoke and mirrors.”