Upheaval 20
Chapter twenty
“Nyota?! Nyota? Cadet Uhura?”
Her breathing shallow, she lay flat against him. Holding her firmly around the waist with one hand, Spock reached above his head to flip an old-fashioned switch. Although the light was dim, it was enough to cause Nyota discomfort. Moaning, she buried her face into his chest.
Gently lifting her from his body, he laid her sideways on the futon, pulled on his pants and tunic, and activated his communicator. “Spock to Dr. Puri.”
“Oh, hello Lieutenant-Commander. How…”
“I have a medical emergency. My companion and I also require the upmost discretion.”
“Understood,” the doctor replied in a more serious tone. “Ready to transport on your command.”
“Energize,” Spock said a few seconds later after he'd wrapped Nyota in the black satin sheet.
When they materialized in the med center, Dr. Puri and a blond nurse with blue eyes were waiting for them.
“Don't worry, Sir. Christine Chapel’s middle name is Discretion,” the doctor assured him.
The two of them helped Spock situate Nyota on the bio-bed.
“How long was she unconscious before you contacted me?” Puri asked.
“Perhaps 30 seconds. I am uncertain.”
“Doctor,” Nurse Chapel said. “Her fluid and electrolyte levels are dangerously low. Everything’s at the bare minimum…sodium chloride, potassium, magnesium, and calcium.”
“We must get her replenished at once.” He glanced up Spock. “Please wait outside.”
As the Vulcan was backing out the door of the private room, Nurse Chapel also closed the curtain, leaving Spock standing alone in the deserted corridor holding the sex-stained satin sheet.
I hurt her because I was weak. Nyota is not my bondmate and I had no right to take her. If Sarek ever finds out what I have done, he will never forgive me. Perhaps T'Pau will despise my existence more than she already does.
Will Nyota hate me, too?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A half an hour later, the doctor left Nyota’s bedside and joined Spock in the corridor.
“Cadet Uhura’s fluid and electrolyte levels are now stable. I've given her a mild sedative and she's resting comfortably, but I’d like to keep her here two more days for observation. It would appear that she was quite unprepared for this experience.”
“Doctor… I did not intend… to harm her.” Spock's stomach swirled madly, threatening to evacuate anything that might still remain.
The Denobulan nodded sympathetically. “I am quite certain you didn't. Although the dehydration was the only threat to her life, she will require time to recover from the experience. As she is a fully grown woman, her other injuries will heal without medical intervention."
Spock lowered his eyes in shame. He'd been too savage with Nyota.
I am an animal, not a man!
“How long was your mating session?” the doctor asked in all seriousness.
Justifiably, the Vulcan was reluctant to speak about the details.
“I am asking as a physician,” Puri insisted.
“I cannot be entirely certain but I believe 5.17 hours…nonstop.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Nurse Chapel asked incredulously as she came up behind him. “Non-stop? No water or pee break?”
Embarrassment was Spock’s dominant emotion. “Should I have scheduled a series of breaks?”
“Aaaahhhh, the perils of interspecies mating.” Dr. Puri’s pose relaxed and his customary smile returned. “Young man, that lovely young woman is in the best of health for a human female; however, the operative word here is human. She was not designed to exercise 5.17 hours without water or a break…especially when she is exercising with an extremely young Vulcan male. I suggest having her drink ion supply drinks before, during, and after your next mating session. And do try to limit each session to three hours or less.”
"Let her pee, too," Christine Chapel said, gawking at him as if he’d grown two heads. “Most female marathons last less than two hours. What in heaven's name were you two doing for that length of time?”
Spock clamped his mouth shut.
I did what I had to do to extinguish Nyota's fires, which burned as intensely as mine. She is so tiny. It never occurred to me that she could be so strong. The more she gave me, the more I wanted, and the more I took.
“Miss Uhura will need a change of clothing,” the doctor pointed out. “I suggest a regulation-length skirt. Even with cover-up cream, the bruising on her inner thighs will be visible for quite some time. Pants will be out of the question for several days."
"I understand," the Vulcan said softly, thoroughly disgusted with himself.
The doctor adopted a rather stern look as he delivered the next words. "Out of respect for you and your position as a valued instructor and for hers as a distinguished student, I will keep this incident out of her official medical records... this time. Make absolutely certain you never put her in this position again."
"It will not happen again," Spock said, accepting the chastisement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It took Spock less than 15 minutes to shower, change, and beam back to the medical center with Nyota’s uniform. As it was regulation length, he surmised that she'd expected bruising as well.
“She’s sleeping peacefully,” the doctor said. “I will contact you the moment she awakens. I’m sure she’ll have questions. Please feel free to use the waiting room. It’s closed to the campus until 0600.”
The Vulcan nodded and followed the doctor’s advice. Knowing it was useless to try to meditate until he learned from Nyota herself how she felt, he closed his eyes and tried to take a short nap.
He was nearly in a tranquil state when a noise aroused him. Dr. Puri was standing in the doorway.
“Has she awakened already?”
The Denobulan looked anxious as he hurried across the room. “Commander Gathright came to visit Cadet Uhura.”
Adrenaline surged through Spock's system. “Did you inform security?”
Shaking his head, the doctor moved even closer. “I would have except he ordered me to give you a message.”
“What was the content of the message?”
The doctor swallowed hard and when he spoke, he stuttered. “He…he… said that the red curtains… and sheet clashed with the…the… black sheet and the desk. He's waiting for you in the faculty computer lab. You have less than five minutes to meet him there or he'll release a recording.”
He has a recording?
Spock felt as if he were on the verge of collapse. There was no way Gathright could have been at the Grayson family mountain cabin retreat without him sensing the man's vile presence. However, Gathright could have easily planted a recording device without his knowledge. The cabin was never locked and it was unimaginable that the despicable man could have discovered their whereabouts.
"Did he harm her? "Nyota's health was Spock’s number one concern.
The doctor shook his head negatively. "I came in right after he entered the room. She was still unconscious. He seemed... disappointed. He never touched her."
The realization that he'd made a crucial error when dealing with Gathright made Spock feel even sicker. He’d only categorized Gathright as ruthless, but not logical.
He'd ignored the man's twisted intelligence. As it stood, if that vile creature released the recording, Nyota’s reputation would be forever damaged. No matter how brilliant she turned out to be, people would only remember that she was a student who had given herself freely to him... an alien... perhaps in return for favorable evaluations.
The humans would spiritually brand Nyota with a scarlet letter similar to that forced upon Hester Prynne.
The Vulcans, would disavow him permanently.
Sarek would be recalled home in shame.
Amanda would continue to be blamed for all of his human shortcomings.
There was only one logical course of action.
Shane Gathright had to be wiped from existence.
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“Nyota?! Nyota? Cadet Uhura?”
Her breathing shallow, she lay flat against him. Holding her firmly around the waist with one hand, Spock reached above his head to flip an old-fashioned switch. Although the light was dim, it was enough to cause Nyota discomfort. Moaning, she buried her face into his chest.
Gently lifting her from his body, he laid her sideways on the futon, pulled on his pants and tunic, and activated his communicator. “Spock to Dr. Puri.”
“Oh, hello Lieutenant-Commander. How…”
“I have a medical emergency. My companion and I also require the upmost discretion.”
“Understood,” the doctor replied in a more serious tone. “Ready to transport on your command.”
“Energize,” Spock said a few seconds later after he'd wrapped Nyota in the black satin sheet.
When they materialized in the med center, Dr. Puri and a blond nurse with blue eyes were waiting for them.
“Don't worry, Sir. Christine Chapel’s middle name is Discretion,” the doctor assured him.
The two of them helped Spock situate Nyota on the bio-bed.
“How long was she unconscious before you contacted me?” Puri asked.
“Perhaps 30 seconds. I am uncertain.”
“Doctor,” Nurse Chapel said. “Her fluid and electrolyte levels are dangerously low. Everything’s at the bare minimum…sodium chloride, potassium, magnesium, and calcium.”
“We must get her replenished at once.” He glanced up Spock. “Please wait outside.”
As the Vulcan was backing out the door of the private room, Nurse Chapel also closed the curtain, leaving Spock standing alone in the deserted corridor holding the sex-stained satin sheet.
I hurt her because I was weak. Nyota is not my bondmate and I had no right to take her. If Sarek ever finds out what I have done, he will never forgive me. Perhaps T'Pau will despise my existence more than she already does.
Will Nyota hate me, too?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A half an hour later, the doctor left Nyota’s bedside and joined Spock in the corridor.
“Cadet Uhura’s fluid and electrolyte levels are now stable. I've given her a mild sedative and she's resting comfortably, but I’d like to keep her here two more days for observation. It would appear that she was quite unprepared for this experience.”
“Doctor… I did not intend… to harm her.” Spock's stomach swirled madly, threatening to evacuate anything that might still remain.
The Denobulan nodded sympathetically. “I am quite certain you didn't. Although the dehydration was the only threat to her life, she will require time to recover from the experience. As she is a fully grown woman, her other injuries will heal without medical intervention."
Spock lowered his eyes in shame. He'd been too savage with Nyota.
I am an animal, not a man!
“How long was your mating session?” the doctor asked in all seriousness.
Justifiably, the Vulcan was reluctant to speak about the details.
“I am asking as a physician,” Puri insisted.
“I cannot be entirely certain but I believe 5.17 hours…nonstop.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Nurse Chapel asked incredulously as she came up behind him. “Non-stop? No water or pee break?”
Embarrassment was Spock’s dominant emotion. “Should I have scheduled a series of breaks?”
“Aaaahhhh, the perils of interspecies mating.” Dr. Puri’s pose relaxed and his customary smile returned. “Young man, that lovely young woman is in the best of health for a human female; however, the operative word here is human. She was not designed to exercise 5.17 hours without water or a break…especially when she is exercising with an extremely young Vulcan male. I suggest having her drink ion supply drinks before, during, and after your next mating session. And do try to limit each session to three hours or less.”
"Let her pee, too," Christine Chapel said, gawking at him as if he’d grown two heads. “Most female marathons last less than two hours. What in heaven's name were you two doing for that length of time?”
Spock clamped his mouth shut.
I did what I had to do to extinguish Nyota's fires, which burned as intensely as mine. She is so tiny. It never occurred to me that she could be so strong. The more she gave me, the more I wanted, and the more I took.
“Miss Uhura will need a change of clothing,” the doctor pointed out. “I suggest a regulation-length skirt. Even with cover-up cream, the bruising on her inner thighs will be visible for quite some time. Pants will be out of the question for several days."
"I understand," the Vulcan said softly, thoroughly disgusted with himself.
The doctor adopted a rather stern look as he delivered the next words. "Out of respect for you and your position as a valued instructor and for hers as a distinguished student, I will keep this incident out of her official medical records... this time. Make absolutely certain you never put her in this position again."
"It will not happen again," Spock said, accepting the chastisement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It took Spock less than 15 minutes to shower, change, and beam back to the medical center with Nyota’s uniform. As it was regulation length, he surmised that she'd expected bruising as well.
“She’s sleeping peacefully,” the doctor said. “I will contact you the moment she awakens. I’m sure she’ll have questions. Please feel free to use the waiting room. It’s closed to the campus until 0600.”
The Vulcan nodded and followed the doctor’s advice. Knowing it was useless to try to meditate until he learned from Nyota herself how she felt, he closed his eyes and tried to take a short nap.
He was nearly in a tranquil state when a noise aroused him. Dr. Puri was standing in the doorway.
“Has she awakened already?”
The Denobulan looked anxious as he hurried across the room. “Commander Gathright came to visit Cadet Uhura.”
Adrenaline surged through Spock's system. “Did you inform security?”
Shaking his head, the doctor moved even closer. “I would have except he ordered me to give you a message.”
“What was the content of the message?”
The doctor swallowed hard and when he spoke, he stuttered. “He…he… said that the red curtains… and sheet clashed with the…the… black sheet and the desk. He's waiting for you in the faculty computer lab. You have less than five minutes to meet him there or he'll release a recording.”
He has a recording?
Spock felt as if he were on the verge of collapse. There was no way Gathright could have been at the Grayson family mountain cabin retreat without him sensing the man's vile presence. However, Gathright could have easily planted a recording device without his knowledge. The cabin was never locked and it was unimaginable that the despicable man could have discovered their whereabouts.
"Did he harm her? "Nyota's health was Spock’s number one concern.
The doctor shook his head negatively. "I came in right after he entered the room. She was still unconscious. He seemed... disappointed. He never touched her."
The realization that he'd made a crucial error when dealing with Gathright made Spock feel even sicker. He’d only categorized Gathright as ruthless, but not logical.
He'd ignored the man's twisted intelligence. As it stood, if that vile creature released the recording, Nyota’s reputation would be forever damaged. No matter how brilliant she turned out to be, people would only remember that she was a student who had given herself freely to him... an alien... perhaps in return for favorable evaluations.
The humans would spiritually brand Nyota with a scarlet letter similar to that forced upon Hester Prynne.
The Vulcans, would disavow him permanently.
Sarek would be recalled home in shame.
Amanda would continue to be blamed for all of his human shortcomings.
There was only one logical course of action.
Shane Gathright had to be wiped from existence.
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