Their rescues had come at a quick pace, just as Christopher had slipped into unconscious. A doctor aboard the ship carefully treated the human to the best of their ability until they were able to reach Vulcan. Once back on his home world Doctor McCoy had taken over care of his slave. Now he sits beside his bed, reading with one hand holding his ( Read more... )

Four long days had passed since the day Christopher became sick again. Long only because of the suffering and not having to spend the days in bed and inside. Spock rather enjoyed it actually; it was refreshing and kept him grounded. He hadn’t worked in four days and only studied a few times but everything was on hold for Christopher ( Read more... )

Having spent the last week and a half working on the slave movement, Spock hadn’t had any time alone with Christopher. He knew his Christopher was lonely and need attention but it simply wasn’t available. At the first moment of free time Spock had gone to find Christopher and found him. Spock found him being sweet on another slave. Standing too ( Read more... )

It was starting; his blood was boiling with the fever. At the moment it was manageable but soon he would be in Plak Tow. Spock had two options open to him, he could go through with the meditation that some say cures Pon Farr but he would die if it did not work. Option B was to inform Christopher and take him fully as his mate ( Read more... )

Spock had spent the larger part of the day studying. His exam to get into the Vulcan Science Academy was coming close and even if everyone knew Spock would make one the highest grades in the history of the Academy Spock himself was doubtful. An unusual character flaw that was most likely a human fault. As well as his stress levels not being able to ( Read more... )