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I Want To Follow You, But
Not Be Led
by
Djinn
Kirk
made his way into the officersÕ club and smiled at several friends who said
hello, but he kept moving toward the bar, finally coming to rest behind the
lone empty stool in what was otherwise a solid line of burgundy wool. He
started to slide onto it and heard, ÒThatÕs savedÓ in the surly tone that told
him Chris had probably said it a hundred times before.
ÒFor
me, I hope.Ó
She
started to smile but didnÕt look over. ÒTook you long enough to get here.Ó She slid
him her drink and gestured for the bartender to bring two more. ÒCatch up, why
donÕt you?Ó
He
downed it quickly. Single malt. She knew what he liked. She also liked what he
liked. ÒSo, Commander Chapel, whatÕs a nice girl like you...?Ó
ÒNot
a girl. Not so nice. As you well know.Ó She leaned in. ÒWhat did you and
Cartwright have to talk about that took so damn long?Ó
ÒOur
next mission.Ó
ÒAs
in yours and his?Ó
ÒNope.Ó
He smiled at the bartender as he set their drinks down, then raised his glass
to Chris. ÒAs in yours and mine.Ó
She
clinked her glass against his. ÒIÕll drink to that.Ó She took a sip, then put
her glass down. ÒSo, explain.Ó
ÒHe
thinks you could use a break. HeÕs got this idea for an ops billet on a ship. A
team billet actually, but just a small team, not like IÕm hosting the ops flag
football team.Ó
ÒWe
play tackle, toots. WhatÕs this flag shit?Ó
ÒMy
mistake.Ó He grinned when he saw her smile. ÒItÕs kind of a pilot program weÕd
be helping him with.Ó
ÒHe
told me about that. I didnÕt think heÕd pull the flagship in on this. Or let us
play house while we were piloting his brainchild. I assume thatÕs where youÕre
going with this?Ó
He
nodded. ÒI donÕt see why I canÕt suspend my Ônot in the nestÕ policy since
youÕll be a temporary member of the crew—and besides, weÕre already
together. ItÕs not like weÕd be starting something once you got there. YouÕre correct:
the flagship wouldnÕt be the normal spot for this billet, but weÕre headed in
the right direction for the pilot. It makes sense and moreover, IÕm very
motivated to cooperate seeing as how youÕre involved.Ó
She
was laughing softly.
ÒAre
you tired? Do you need a break?Ó
She
nodded. ÒI need you, too. IÕve missed you.Ó
ÒWhatÕs
going on?Ó
ÒWeÕve
just...I donÕt know. ItÕs been a hard few months.Ó She reached down and took
his hand, and he squeezed gently. ÒCan we get out of here?Ó
ÒYes,
we can, because IÕve missed you, too. And we have three whole days on Earth
before we ship out.Ó
ÒHow
long will this pilot run?Ó
ÒCouple
of weeks. Maybe longer. Depends on where he ends up sending us. Emergencies
being unpredictable.Ó
ÒRight.Ó
She seemed very far away. ÒHe picking the team or am I?Ó
ÒNot
sure. Ask him.Ó
ÒOkay.Ó
She looked down.
ÒSomething
I should know?Ó
ÒJust
wondering when I was going to get to weigh in on this? Not sure I like you both
deciding whatÕs good for me without even bothering to talk to me about it.Ó
He
frowned. This was the downside of Chris—she could switch so fast. If you
looked up mercurial in the dictionary, her picture would be there. ÒWeÕre
talking now.Ó
ÒYesÓ—she
threw back her drink—Òafter itÕs a done deal.Ó
ÒCartwright
brought this up, Chris. He is the admiral.Ó
ÒOh,
for GodÕs sake, Jim. HeÕs your friend. And you were a goddamned admiral. DonÕt
play the rank card with me of all people.Ó She slid off the stool and headed
for the door leaving him sitting.
He
motioned the bartender over. ÒPut it on my tab?Ó
ÒItÕs
already on hers, sir.Ó
ÒOh.
Okay.Ó He hurried out and caught up with her by the elevator. ÒAre you sure you
want me to go home with you?Ó
ÒIÕm
just mad.Ó
ÒAt
me or Matthew?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know. Him, I guess. IÕll deal with him in the morning. Just...Ó She shook
her head and sighed, reaching out for him, and he took her hand and held on,
following her onto the elevator.
It
was empty, so he pulled her to him once the doors closed and kissed her as
tenderly as he could. ÒI missed you, Chris.Ó
She
kissed him back, her lips sweet. Mercurial could also play in his favor.
She
let go of his hand and put her arms around him, a tighter hug than her norm. ÒIÕve
really been missing you this time.Ó
ÒI
donÕt mind that.Ó He rubbed noses with her, something that always made her
smile. ÒI always miss you.Ó
ÒShort
on alien princesses, were you?Ó
ÒSomething
like that.Ó He tucked her arm in his and led her to the door. ÒIÕm assuming
weÕre staying at your place and not up on the ship?Ó
She
nodded. ÒI want you all to myself tonight.Ó
ÒNot
a problem.Ó
ÒWhat
is a problem is that I have no food in the house.Ó
He
turned them and headed down the street to his preferred Chinese takeout place. He
ordered some of his favorites and some of hers and something neither of them
had tried—a tradition theyÕd been following since the first time theyÕd
gone out for dinner, after heÕd left Antonia and rejoined Starfleet to serve at
the Academy, back when he and Chris were still just friends.
They
sat in a shadowed booth near the door while they waited for their food and
kissed like two teenagers on their first date. The proprietor had to cough
rather loudly to get their attention, and Kirk knew that he was blushing a
little—also knew it was probably too dark for the guy to see how red he
was.
ÒLetÕs
get out of here,Ó Chris said, pushing him out of the booth with a laugh.
He
carried the food in one hand, his other arm around her, holding her close. ÒI
donÕt know if I want to ravish you first or eat.Ó
She
chuckled. ÒI think if you have to consider, then you might be hungry rather
than horny.Ó
ÒOh,
desire is there. But so is hunger.Ó
ÒMaybe
a quickie. Then a light dinner. Then more sex.Ó
ÒThen
more dinner?Ó He grinned. He loved Chinese food but it never filled him up for
long.
ÒAnd
then no more sex or weÕll throw up. Sleep then.Ó
ÒI
think weÕre officially old.Ó
ÒSpeak
for yourself, darling.Ó She smiled as she said it and leaned in to kiss him. ÒAlthough
IÕm so tired now IÕll probably fall asleep if you let me lie down too long.Ó
ÒWell,
itÕs not a recommended position for dining.Ó
ÒTrue.Ó
She turned them into her apartment building. ÒI put you on access for the door,
by the way. Give it a try.Ó
He
felt a surge of pleasure. Felt a bigger one when he palmed open the main door. When
they got to her apartment, he opened that door, too. ÒWow, all-access pass.Ó
ÒItÕs
true. You have me, IÕm afraid.Ó
ÒI
love the sound of that.Ó He put the food down in the kitchen and began to strip
off her uniform, pushing her toward the bedroom. ÒYouÕre overdressed.Ó
ÒAs
are you.Ó She slowly undid his uniform jacket. ÒI may have gotten you some new
things.Ó
He
peeked in the closet and saw sheÕd bought him the kind of casual pants and
shirts he liked. ÒI approve.Ó
ÒYes,
copying what you already have was very daring of me.Ó She grinned. ÒYou had
nothing here. It was ridiculous to have to bring a bag each time.Ó
ÒDid
you load me up on underwear, too?Ó
ÒI
debated. It seemed rather motherly, to be honest.Ó
ÒSo
you bought me clothes but no underwear?Ó He couldnÕt hide the grin. She was
usually so pragmatic.
ÒI
have a refresher. You can clean what you have until you buy your own damn
underwear.Ó She leaned in and kissed him. ÒNow, is this really the kind of sexy
talk you want before the pre-Chinese-feast quickie?Ó
ÒActually
I find it very comforting.Ó He closed his eyes as he felt her slide her hand
down his belly, down to James Junior, clasping firmly. ÒI find that even more
comforting.Ó
ÒComforting
may not be what I have in mind right at this moment.Ó She led him by his less
evolved self to the bed, pulling him down, kissing him fiercely, making what
theyÕd been doing in the restaurant look like childÕs play. He reached down,
and she closed her eyes at his touch and moaned. He intensified his attack,
smiling as she arched her back, as she let go of him, unable to multitask
apparently in the face of such a concerted effort.
ÒSo
damn good,Ó he murmured as he moved over her and into her, closing his eyes as
she wrapped her legs around him, then opening them so he could enjoy watching
her breasts move as he thrust.
HeÕd
never been entirely sure if he was more a breast man or a leg man, and with
her, he had the best of both worlds. Damned amazing chest and long legs. Like
him, she wasnÕt as trim as sheÕd been when she was younger, but he didnÕt mind
a little flesh on the bones, especially when she was so free in bed—he
couldnÕt help but think of her as an old-time courtesan, all rounded hips and
chest, a body made for pleasure like this.
She
loved making him happy in bed. She was responsive as hell. She didnÕt seem to
have any inhibitions if he wanted to try something new—or more
accurately, even if the answer was no, she wasnÕt inhibited in telling him that.
He got a simple no without any judgment that heÕd asked.
ÒJim,
I need you to really let go. Go hard. As hard as you can.Ó She wasnÕt afraid to
ask for what she wanted either.
ÒAre
you sure?Ó TheyÕd done this before. Sometimes it scared him a little how good
it felt to let go this way. To almost, but not quite, lose control and bury
himself in her. ÒTonight?Ó
ÒPlease,
just do it.Ó
He
kissed her deeply. ÒYou know the word to stop me if I go too hard.Ó It was a
silly word, one they would never use during sex normally. Not precisely a safe
word since they werenÕt really into games, but this particular way of having
sex seemed to call for some kind of safety net, something to snap him out of it
if he ever went too far.
ÒYes,
I know it. Now just do it.Ó
He
sped up his pace slowly, enjoying the feeling of taking her, owning her, making
her his. He kissed her in a way that was almost brutal. Almost was the key to this. HeÕd never hurt her, but this came
close. And it was what she wanted.
He
thought at times it was the only way she could purge all the things she saw on
this assignment. All the horrors.
The
key for him was to keep control. To never, ever make her sorry sheÕd asked for
this.
He
was moving harder now. And she was smiling and nodding and saying, ÒYes, Jim. Yes.Ó
She
always said his name during sex. He never had to wonder who she thought she was
making love to.
He
grabbed huge hunks of her hair and pulled her head back. She moaned but he knew
it wasnÕt in pain—heÕd grabbed large enough amounts of hair that it would
barely pull, just create tension.
One
more notch to let out. And he did, he let himself go just that much harder and
faster, holding her down, telling her how sexy she was and that he loved her
and he would want her forever and wasnÕt this good, didnÕt she love it?
And
then she was moaning that yes, yes, she did and he was gone, calling out until
she pulled him down to her and kissed him while he tried to catch his breath.
ÒThank
you,Ó she whispered. ÒThank you. I know you have to be careful when you do
that.Ó
They
lay together entwined for a long time, kissing softly, telling each other over
and over that they loved each other, that everything was all right now that
they were together. Kirk tried to make sure she didnÕt get chilled—she
had a habit of not telling him she was getting cold in bed until it was tough
to warm her up.
It
was something he wanted to work on with her: this reticence to think of herself
outside of sex.
ÒI
love you, Chris.Ó He kissed her gently. ÒIÕd stay in bed with you forever but
IÕm starving.Ó
ÒI
am too.Ó She smiled. ÒTime to eat?Ó
He
nodded. ÒMore of this later. Although maybe not more of exactly that.Ó
ÒI
think once was enough. Do you not like it?Ó
ÒI
love it, actually. But...it requires a lot of control. And IÕm not sure itÕs
something IÕd want to do all the time. It could...overrun things, you know?Ó
ÒI
do. But itÕs good to help me work things out.Ó
He
kissed her on the forehead. ÒTalking might be good for that, too.Ó
ÒNot
as aerobic, however.Ó
He
smiled, but it wasnÕt really an answer he liked. Just another evasion. She
loved him, but she didnÕt trust him yet—would she ever? She trusted him
with her body, possibly even with her heart, but with her secrets? With her
insecurities? Not so far.
He
hated it because it made it hard for him to want to share his own with her. Not
if it wasnÕt a two-way street. He didnÕt want this to be all they had. Great
sex and fun times and nothing more.
He
stretched, trying not to ruin their time together before it even started. ÒSo
did you buy me any sweats on your ÔDress JimÕ excursion?Ó
ÒI
did, actually.Ó She slipped out of bed, and he admired her naked form. ÒDo you
want navy or gray?Ó
ÒSurprise
me.Ó
She
tossed him a pair of gray sweats and a white and gray sweatshirt. ÒThere you
go. Oh and here.Ó She pulled out a pair of slippers, threw them to him too. ÒYouÕre
all set.Ó
ÒShearling?
Wow, how do I rate?Ó
Her
smile was possibly the sweetest sheÕd ever given him. ÒI know youÕre trying. I
know how hard youÕre trying, and I
know IÕm a pain in the ass.Ó
He
made a face and she laughed.
ÒI
love you, Jim. I just...life hasnÕt always been good to me. I open up and
thatÕs when doors slam in my face, you know? ThatÕs why itÕs easier to have you
fuck me like that than to talk about it.Ó
ÒYouÕd
rather I battered the door down...?Ó
She
laughed again. ÒI know this doesnÕt make sense. I donÕt always make sense. Maybe
we donÕt make sense, but I like us, and I donÕt care if we do or not. IÕm happy
when IÕm with you.Ó She made a sheepish face. ÒEven if maybe you canÕt always
tell that.Ó
He
held out his hand, pulled her down to him. ÒIÕm happy when IÕm with you. WeÕll
figure this out.Ó He ran his hands down her sides. ÒAnd if it requires lots and
lots of sex, well, then that will be my cross to bear.Ó
She
grinned. ÒOur food is getting cold.Ó
ÒI
know.Ó He kissed her, a long, sweet kiss. ÒI donÕt really care.Ó
##
Chapel
tried not to stomp into ops. Tried and failed if the look on CartwrightÕs face
was any indication. ÒA word, sir?Ó
He
grinned and gestured toward his office. ÒGuess Jim told you, huh?Ó
ÒNice
of you two to figure out my future for me.Ó And to pick her goddamn team for
her—did he not trust her to do that?
ÒItÕs
not your future. ItÕs just the next few weeks.Ó
ÒItÕs
standard protocol for the team lead to pick the team.Ó She crossed her arms
over her chest. ÒBut you did it for me.Ó
ÒThat
I did. AdmiralÕs prerogative.Ó
ÒDonÕt
you trust me to do it?Ó
ÒTrust
had nothing to do with it. This is a pilot project—my pilot project—so IÕm going to pick the people. IÕve never
been a hands-off guy and you know that.Ó He pointed to one of his guest chairs.
ÒTake a load off.Ó When she remained standing, he said, ÔThat was an order,
Commander.Ó
She
sat, not liking that he didnÕt. That he walked to the window and stood admiring
the view, his hands clasped behind his back. She knew this trick: it was his
way of getting people to start talking, to fill the space.
She
wasnÕt going to give him the satisfaction. She sat back and knew her face was
set in a very snotty expression.
He
finally turned. ÒChristine, you need a break.Ó
ÒSo
you talk to Jim about it and not me?Ó
ÒIÕve
tried to talk to you about it: you havenÕt been very cooperative in opening
up.Ó
ÒI
donÕt see it that way, sir.Ó
His
eyes narrowed. She could push him but only so far. He took a deep breath, then
turned back to the view. ÒI know things are harder now that Rand is gone.Ó
ÒIÕm
a big girl, sir. I can survive without my friend.Ó
ÒCan
you? Because the way I see it youÕre not talking to anyone else the way I think
you did to her.Ó He took a deep breath. ÒIs it such a hardship to participate
in this trial? To be with Jim for more than a day or two at a time?Ó
It
wasnÕt, and he knew that. ÒThatÕs not the point. I shouldnÕt have to hear it
from him.Ó
ÒI
thought it would be a nice surprise. Obviously, I thought wrong.Ó
ÒObviously.Ó
ÒI
can take you off it, you know. Let someone else have all the fun.Ó
She
closed her eyes. ÒDo whatever you think best, sir.Ó
ÒChapel,
god damn it. IÕve been reaching out to you for weeks. It was this or the
shrinks. Which would you have preferred? Because frankly the shrinks would have
been easier to arrange.Ó
She
felt stung and couldnÕt hide the hard swallow that showed fear: shrinks would
show on her record, if one knew where to look. As a physician, she was well
aware how easy that was to find. He was sparing her—looking out for her. She
stood slowly. ÒI should apologize.Ó
ÒYes,
you damn well should. But I know you and I know that look: your sorry wonÕt
mean a goddamned thing. Get packed, Commander, and I hope to hell you come back
in a different state of mind. My next act wonÕt be so altruistic.Ó
She
knew she was turning red; it was part embarrassment and part anger. ÒIÕll do my
best, sir.Ó
She
was to the door when she heard him say, ÒChristine?Ó
She
turned and met his eyes.
ÒI
know we all work things out differently. I know we see more shit on this job
than any person is supposed to. But youÕre not dealing well right now. You need
to understand that.Ó
ÒI
understand that you think that, sir. And that youÕre protecting me. You and
Jim.Ó
ÒJim
had nothing to do with this until I asked him if we could run the pilot on his
ship. He was enthusiastic because he loves you. DonÕt take this out on
him—be angry at me.Ó
She
grinned and knew the expression held a big side of nastiness. ÒI believe I am,
sir.Ó
He
closed his eyes and waved her out, and she felt a momentÕs contrition for being
such a pain in his ass. He had enough to worry about—and now he was sending
her away. She was his right-hand person. HeÕd have even more to worry about
once she was gone and not doing all the things she did to make his life easier.
ÒIÕm
sorry, Matthew,Ó she murmured. He could ignore her if he wanted.
He
opened his eyes. ÒJust...talk to Jim about this, all right? If you wonÕt talk
to me.Ó
ÒThereÕs
nothing to talk about.Ó
He
looked away; this time she saw anger flash. ÒGet out of here, Christine.Ó
ÒAye
aye, sir. Enjoy the extra reports while IÕm gone.Ó
Again
the flash of anger. It should have bothered her that she enjoyed it.
It
should have but didnÕt.
##
Spock
sat in the rec lounge, watching as Jim and Christine danced. It was an
interesting feeling to not have to be...careful around her anymore. She wasnÕt
interested in him; she loved his friend.
He
assessed his feelings, as he had learned to do after the reintegration of his
katra and body. His death and rebirth had left him struggling to regain all the
parts of himself, to put them back in some way that resembled the person others
wanted him to be. His brother had helped in that, had given him some kind of
freedom to be what he wanted—had let him see he might never be what those
he cared for wanted him to be.
It
had given him the freedom to be a new version of himself.
It
was ironic. He might have pursued Christine finally if his friend had not been
involved with her.
His
friend who was even now leading her off the dance floor and over to where he
sat. ÒYou want a turn with her, Spock?Ó Jim was grinning, knowing full well
that Spock would not ask her to dance, so he did not answer, merely raised an
eyebrow, which set her to grinning.
She
flopped onto the couch next to him, leaning her head back against the headrest.
ÒItÕs good to be home.ÓÕ
ÒIndeed.Ó
ÒWhere
are our drinks?Ó Jim asked as he sat down next to her, laughing as he looked at
the table next to Spock. ÒYou were supposed to protect them.Ó
ÒThey
were empty, Jim. Or nearly so.Ó
ÒWasting
good scotch. Way to not win points with your buddy.Ó Christine patted him on
the knee, then rose, saying, ÒIÕm up. IÕll get more. You want water?Ó
He
nodded.
Jim
was smiling, his expression easy and open as he watched her navigate through
the crew to the bar. ÒItÕs great having her here.Ó He met SpockÕs eyes. ÒYou
doing okay with her? SheÕs a bit more tactile than she used to be.Ó
Spock
nodded: he had not thought that pat on his knee would be missed by Jim. He
decided not to say Christine had always been somewhat tactile with him, at
least in the few private interactions theyÕd had. ÒShe means no harm.Ó
ÒYouÕve
got that right.Ó JimÕs expression changed. ÒWhat did you read from her just
then? Is she all right?Ó
Spock
nearly frowned but managed to pull the expression back, surprised Jim would ask
him such a personal question about his woman.
ÒSheÕs
maybe burning out, Spock. I just thought you might have gotten
something—but the touch was brief.Ó
ÒI
got very little. She has learned to shield.Ó
That
seemed to be the worst thing he could say; JimÕs expression changed to
something darker. ÒYep. Big damn wall between what she feels and the rest of
her.Ó
ÒJim,
I do not know if that is the case. I did sense a great deal of happiness from
her. She is glad to be with you.Ó
ÒThat
I already know—although she was touching you, old friend. Maybe itÕs you
sheÕs happy to see.Ó Jim winked, as if to let Spock off the hook. ÒIÕm just
worried about her.Ó
And
suddenly this slightly out-of-order pilot program made sense to Spock. If Jim
was worried, Admiral Cartwright was no doubt even more so. ÒI will pay more
attention—if she touches me again.Ó
ÒThanks.Ó
JimÕs smile grew bigger as he looked past Spock to where she was coming with
three drinks. ÒBarmaid, some service?Ó
She
laughed. ÒYou wanna wear this drink, buddy?Ó
ÒNo,
maÕam.Ó
Her
grin back for Jim was so open and sweet Spock felt a pang of regret. This could
have been his. But they would never have had the back and forth that Jim
enjoyed with her. The sarcasm that never seemed to be intended to wound, only
to play. Somehow she and Jim had forged a friendship that had turned into love
while Spock was not paying attention—or was busy with his cadets and
letting friendships tend to themselves.
She
put the drinks on the table, pushing SpockÕs water toward him, then handing Jim
his glass before sitting back down between them and sipping her drink slowly. Her
shoulder pressed against his gently as she clinked glasses with Jim.
Spock
slowly let down his own shields, tried to see if he could feel any of what Jim
was worried about. ChristineÕs energy was...practiced was the only word he
could come up with. As if she had worked on projecting calm and assurance for
so long that it was second nature. He tried to reach a little more deeply, and
was once again facing a wall: shields that she should not have had the psi
skills to build.
She
moved away, and he abandoned trying to read her. It was none of his business,
anyway. He saw McCoy and Uhura coming their way, both grabbed chairs and
dragged them over. Scott and Chekov soon joined them.
He
felt himself relaxing, as he often did when there were enough people that his
contribution to the conversation would only have to be minimal.
Uhura
caught his eye and grinned. ÒJust like old times, huh?Ó
He
did not think that true, not now that Sulu was on the Excelsior and Rand with him. But he nodded and said, ÒIndeed.Ó
It
was all she seemed to expect of him.
##
Chapel
sat on the ground with her team, waiting for beam-up. It had been useful having
an entire ship at their disposal. Too often her team was dumped onto the world
in question by a ship heading their way and then picked up later by someone
else going back to Earth—or to the next emergency. Cartwright was angling
to eventually have a small fleet of emergency ops vessels, but this was his
starting volley on the way to getting that dream funded.
TheyÕd
certainly made use of what Jim and the crew had to offer. She could see the
merits of having a few small ships for their exclusive use, decked out with the
supplies they routinely needed and inevitably ran short of before the emergency
was over. Staffed with medical and security officers as well as the regular ops
types.
ÒCommander?Ó
Lieutenant Rovell nudged her. ÒI think someone wants
your attention.Ó Her eyes were dancing.
Chapel
looked up and saw the little boy sheÕd met during the rescue efforts. He was carrying
a bouquet of flowers. Laughing, she got up and walked over to him. ÒDÕlen.Ó
ÒCommander.
I picked these for you.Ó
ÒWhy
thank you, kind sir.Ó She curtsied as she took the flowers, and he giggled: he
was all of six. ÒIÕm leaving soon.Ó
ÒI
know. I am sad.Ó He looked up at her with the forlorn intensity only a young
boy could muster up.
She
ruffled his hair. ÒYouÕre going to be a heartbreaker someday.Ó If his parents
tool her advice and moved farther away from the mines that were causing the
hills to collapse into the vicious mud slides the ops team had been working in
for the last few days. If they didnÕt, this cutie-pie might be dead the next
time ops was called in.
And
it was thoughts like that one that made her push her feelings down until they
were so safely entombed it took someone like Jim, who was willing to let go and
really push her, to get anything back out.
She
saw the rest of her team standing up. ÒThatÕs my cue. I hope your family moves
downstream some.Ó
ÒMother
has already said we canÕt afford to.Ó His look was pure innocence, as if he didnÕt
realize his mother had lost friends. Could she afford to lose more? Maybe
family this time? Maybe her son?
Chapel
forced down her frustration and took a sniff of the flowers. They were lovely,
a little like carnations in the spicy scent. ÒThank you for these.Ó
ÒYouÕre
welcome.Ó He ran off.
She
hurried to the team, heard Rovell say, ÒReady now,
sir.Ó
She
heard JimÕs voice saying, ÒEnergizing,Ó and smiled at the thought that he was
beaming them up himself. SheÕd been too busy with the rescue work to sleep with
him on the ship. TheyÕd worked in a quickie or two but she knew he was craving
more than just sex, and so was she. There was nothing better than waking up in
his arms, and she got to do that so infrequently.
The
ship appeared around them, and he stepped out from behind the transporter
console and nodded to the rest of her team. As she stepped off the padd, he
raised his eyebrows at her flowers. ÒSomething you want to tell me?Ó
ÒYes,
you have a rival. HeÕs a little short but...Ó
He
laughed. ÒThat kid? The one who followed you around like a puppy?Ó
ÒPuppies
are extremely appealing.Ó
ÒYou
sound like Spock.Ó He took the flowers from her and sniffed deeply. ÒGood
taste, IÕll give him that. In the gift and his lady of choice.Ó
She
grinned and wanted to kiss him, but the transporter tech was hearing everything
they said.
Jim
seemed to realize what she wanted. He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss,
murmuring, ÒMore later.Ó
She
nodded and leaned into him as he put his arm around her, leading her out of the
transporter room.
ÒWas
it bad?Ó HeÕd been down there but mainly to make sure she had what she needed. He
and Spock and Scotty had been busy with the leaders of the planet, trying to
make them understand how their chosen form of mining was putting the
workers—many of them from other words—in danger. They hadnÕt gotten
very far from what heÕd told her when theyÕd grabbed a spare minute to
reconnect.
ÒIt
wasnÕt as bad as some.Ó
ÒDonÕt,
Chris.Ó
She
turned to him, unsure what she was doing that he objected to.
ÒDonÕt...belittle
how bad it was. Or how it affects you. I know it does. I saw you trying to talk
to that boyÕs mother. SheÕs not going to move.Ó
ÒNo,
sheÕs sure not.Ó She took a deep breath, could feel something akin to panic
rising up and forced it down. ÒItÕs their choice. We can only do so much.Ó Two
of the ops mantras: the things that kept you sane.
She
glanced at him. He looked...disappointed in her.
ÒWhat
do you want me to say, Jim? That the sweetheart who gave me these flowers may
be dead by next week if they keep blasting? He will and yes, it breaks my
goddamn heart. But what the hell am I supposed to do with that pain?Ó
He
moved them into a corridor that was much less busy, pushed her against the
wall, his hands on her shoulders. ÒFeel it, Chris. DonÕt bury it. YouÕre not a
Vulcan. Stop trying to be one.Ó
She
tried to duck away from his hands, but he was too strong. ÒI canÕt feel
everything, Jim. Not and keep doing this.Ó
ÒThen
maybe itÕs time to stop doing this. Before you canÕt feel at all.Ó He let her
go. ÒI need a shower. I want to take it with you. LetÕs go.Ó
ÒIÕm
sorry.Ó She pulled him to her and kissed him as passionately as she knew how. ÒI
love you.Ó
ÒI
know you do. I love you, too. Come on—you donÕt need me doing this right
now. YouÕve got to be exhausted.Ó
ÒI
am.Ó She couldnÕt remember the last time she wasnÕt exhausted.
By
JimÕs expression, she thought he was well aware of that.
##
Spock
saw Christine in the corridor and hurried to catch up with her. The irony of
the moment was not lost on him, made more so when she glanced back and smiled.
ÒYou
stalking me now, Spock?Ó
ÒI
wish to speak with you. Is that the same thing?Ó He let an eyebrow go up. A
playful expression heÕd rarely indulged in with her since she had been so prone
to read romantic intent into his actions.
This
time she just laughed. ÒItÕs not the same thing. So, youÕre safe.Ó
They
walked a few moments in silence, then she said, ÒSo you wanted to speak and
that normally involves words, said out loud...Ó She grinned at his expression. ÒOh,
man, if I could just go back in time to my old self and tell her some day she
wonÕt care and sheÕll have so much fun teasing you.Ó
He
could feel his lips tick up: it was an entertaining thought. ÒI would have
things to tell my younger self, as well.Ó
ÒYeah?
Like what?Ó
ÒWell,
to check on the fate of Khan would feature prominently.Ó He felt guilty making
light of what had transpired with Khan and later with his own resurrection. JimÕs
sonÕs death still weighed heavily on Spock. His friend didnÕt talk about it,
but Spock suspected somewhere there was blame, although knowing Jim, he would
turn it on himself.
ÒYeah,
that would be a good one.Ó She met his eyes and smiled tightly. ÒWhat else? Find
a way to keep me from ever getting on the ship way back when?Ó She winked, and
he knew she was trying to get them to less emotionally laden ground. Jim had no
doubt told her about David. There seemed to be little Jim did not want to share
with her.
ÒI
would perhaps tell myself to take another look at what you were offering.Ó
She
grinned. ÒNo? Really?Ó
He
nodded but kept his expression as light as he was capable of.
ÒWow,
now I really need to go back and tell her stuff.Ó She took a deep breath. ÒDo
you think I act...Vulcan now?Ó
An
interesting question. Had Jim told her that? And did Spock want to admit he had
tried to read her? ÒYou are...much changed.Ó
ÒIn
good ways or bad?Ó
He
motioned for them to go into the observation lounge, waited for her to take a
seat and then sat next to her. ÒThe other night, in the recreation lounge, you
were leaning against me.Ó
ÒI
know. I was surprised you let me. I guess thatÕs what you mean about being more
open?Ó
He
nodded. ÒBut I was also trying to read you.Ó
Her
expression changed, became knowing. ÒDid he ask you to?Ó
ÒHe
may have.Ó Always the safe answer: he had learned that from his parents. Not a
lie, not an admission. The SchršdingerÕs Cat response for relationships.
ÒWhat
did you read?Ó
ÒVery
little. Have you had psi training since you joined ops? We shared consciousness,
and the Christine I knew then would not have shielded so effectively.Ó
She
leaned back and took a deep breath. ÒWe do get some training—help, I
guess IÕd call it. From Vulcans and Betazoids.Ó She
stopped, and he thought she was trying to figure out how much she could safely
tell him. ÒOur teams are vulnerable. We know a lot of things, even if itÕs just
odds and ends. Odds and ends—enough of them, anyway—make a story.Ó
ÒUnderstood.Ó
ÒBut...itÕs
more than just that. I guess...Ó She turned to look out the viewscreen.
ÒYou
guess...?Ó
ÒThat
IÕve shut down. A bit. Or a lot. Depends on who you ask.Ó She met his eyes. ÒIÕve
just seen so much, you know? I canÕt...feel it—I donÕt want to. So I push
it down. And people donÕt like it. Or some people donÕt—Cartwright, Jim.Ó
Her eyes were glistening, and he wondered if she was even aware that she was so
close to tears. ÒI worry that IÕll lose Jim, Spock. Because IÕm... Because
thereÕs so little left to me.Ó
ÒYou
will not lose him. He very clearly cares for you.Ó
ÒAnd
I love him. I really do.Ó She reached out and took his hand. ÒWhat do you feel
from me right now?Ó
He
was hit with a barrage of emotion, but it was still covering the wall. ÒPain,
Christine. I feel pain.Ó He tightened his hold on her hand. ÒAnd you are
exhausted. In body and spirit.Ó
During
the reintegration, he could not have spoken so easily of spirit, of emotions. Time
could heal: him and her, if she wanted it to.
ÒWhat
am I supposed to do? YouÕve seen what itÕs like in an emergency. People die all
the time. And we canÕt help them. And people are stupid and go back to doing
the things that get them killed.Ó
ÒAll
that is true. You cannot change it. Were you not so tired, you would see that.Ó
She
shrugged, her expression one of near misery. It made him want to help.
ÒJim
would be happy to have you on the ship full time.Ó
ÒAs
a doctor? IÕve done that. IÕve got the fucking t-shirt.Ó
He
frowned.
ÒSorry,
itÕs a saying...we have a lot of them in ops.Ó
ÒYou
are not solely ops or a doctor. You were a scientist before any of those
things. Before being a nurse, even. Yet, you have never filled a science
billet, have you?Ó
ÒScience
seems very far away these days, Spock.Ó
ÒWell,
perhaps you should change that. We will have several key billets open in a few
months. Suitable and challenging.Ó
ÒYouÕre
offering me a job? On JimÕs ship?Ó
ÒI
believe he would thank me.Ó
ÒWeÕll
find out. IÕll mention the idea to him.Ó
ÒAs
something you consider a joke or a valid career choice?Ó
ÒBoth,
maybe? The idea of you wanting me back on the ship is pretty funny.Ó She pulled
her hand free. ÒAnd thank you for letting me think youÕre interested now. ItÕs
awfully sweet of you.Ó
He
nodded, even though it had not been sweet of him: it had merely been the truth,
even if he would never act on it while she was with his friend.
##
Kirk
finished up his last report and leaned back in his chair. Where the hell was
Chris? He was about to throw back his scotch and go look for her when his chime
went off. ÒCome.Ó
She
came in smiling in a way he wasnÕt used to. She looked almost happy. ÒSorry IÕm
late. I was talking to Spock.Ó She went right for the bar, brought the bottle
over and refreshed his drink, leaned down and kissed him very thoroughly, then
slipped out of his arms to go pour herself a generous helping.
ÒSomething
I should know?Ó She hadnÕt tasted of booze so she hadnÕt been talking to Spock
in the lounge.
ÒYes,
weÕre going to run away together.Ó She started to laugh and rolled her eyes. ÒActually,
I think he offered me one of your science billets.Ó
Kirk
laughed. ÒGood for him. Looking out for his captain. Well, and you.Ó He held
his glass up. ÒTo Spock.Ó
ÒYou
donÕt mind him giving away billets?Ó She eased onto his lap and kissed
him—the kiss was a lot more tender than he was used to from her.
ÒI
donÕt actually meddle much in the science department unless I have someone I
want him to know about. He hires who he wants. It was that way before, too.Ó
ÒI
didnÕt realize that.Ó She put her drink on his desk and nestled in. ÒWhy didnÕt
you throw my name his way?Ó
ÒI
didnÕt think you were looking?Ó Or that sheÕd want to hear it from him. She
already thought he and Cartwright were scheming, and she wasnÕt wrong. But
Spock hadnÕt been in on that, so this was perfect. ÒAre you looking?Ó
ÒWill
having me here crimp your style?Ó
He
pulled away to see if she was serious. She was sporting a big grin so he nodded
and made a sad face.
ÒPoor
Jim.Ó
ÒYes.Ó
ÒIÕd
have to be extra nice to you.Ó She took the drink out of his hand and put it on
the desk, then slid her hand between them.
He
moaned. It was so nice having her here, on his ship, spending time together,
not something they only got a taste of and then they were ripped apart again. He
pulled her hand up, and she raised an eyebrow in a creditable imitation of both
Bones and Spock. ÒI want you here. LetÕs be clear on that.Ó
ÒGood.Ó
ÒBut
do you want to be here?Ó He held her face gently, making her really look at
him. ÒWhatÕs right for you?Ó
ÒYou
donÕt think this is right for me?Ó
ÒI
think itÕs right for us. ItÕs terrific for me. But...Chris, you donÕt talk to
me. I donÕt know what youÕre feeling most of the time when it comes to your
job.Ó He put a hand over her mouth to stop what was sure to be a sharp retort. ÒI
know youÕre burnt out. I know youÕre sick of the death and the futility of what
you do at times. I know youÕve buried it so deep inside—trust me, I had to
do that when I was a kid, to forget what I saw on Tarsus IV. But thereÕs a
price to that.Ó He let go of her so she could talk.
ÒI
donÕt know what I want, Jim. In the past, I would have known. Before you and I
started up. Before I hit this string of...bad emergencies. As if any are good
but—Ó
ÒI
know what you mean.Ó
ÒPart
of me would love to stay with you here. To have...normal be our everyday. Or as
normal as it gets on this ship. But I do have to point out, if IÕm not in
medical, IÕm not independent.Ó
ÒI
donÕt care. YouÕre mine.Ó He was surprised at how quickly he answered, how sure
he felt inside. It would break every rule he had and he didnÕt give a shit. ÒThatÕs
how much I love you. ThatÕs how much I want you here with me.Ó
ÒGood
thing Janice is with Sulu, or sheÕd be really mad at me.Ó
ÒAre
they together? I knew he liked her, but she never seemed to notice.Ó It was a
relief to think of Janice happy. And a bit of a burn that Sulu apparently
didnÕt care where he laid his blanket.
ÒShe
finally noticed.Ó She brushed back his hair. ÒJust like I noticed you.Ó
ÒUh,
I noticed you first.Ó
ÒWe
were both drunk and dancing in San Juan. I think it was a mutual noticing.Ó
And
a quick walk to his hotel room—hers never was used that vacation. TheyÕd
been friends for a long time. HeÕd wanted her, but he knew she liked Spock so
he hadnÕt pushed it. But then she pushed it. ÒMaybe it was you.Ó
ÒOf
course it was. IÕm never wrong. The world would be a much better place if
everyone believed that.Ó
He
laughed. ÒWe donÕt have to decide your future tonight, do we? Because I have
other things in mind.Ó
ÒAre
they nasty?Ó
He
nodded, knew his eyes would be gleaming the way she liked.
ÒAre
they fun?Ó
ÒIf
we do it right.Ó He pushed her off his lap. ÒYouÕre overdressed, Commander. Computer,
engage privacy notice.Ó
ÒPrivacy
notice engaged.Ó
ÒThere.
Barring an alert, weÕre good for the night.Ó He reached for her top. ÒNow, how
can I help you with this clothing issue.Ó
She
made it very difficult to undress her; they ended up in a tickling match on the
bed, and she was laughing in a way he wasnÕt used to. Open and happy with very
little snap to it. At one point, she had him pinned, and she looked down and
said, ÒI think I will love you till the day I die.Ó
ÒI
think youÕre right.Ó He laughed as she let him go and attacked the ticklish
spot on his back, just behind his side. ÒWait, wait, I meant, ÔSame here.ÕÓ He
rolled her off him, got her on her back, pinned beneath him, and stretched her
arms over her head. ÒYouÕre mine.Ó
ÒYes,
I am.Ó She wiggled free and began to undo his uniform. ÒNow, letÕs get naked,
shall we?Ó
##
Kirk
waited to see if Spock was going to tell him heÕd offered Chris a job. When he
didnÕt, he said, ÒMister Chekov, you have the conn. Spock, youÕre with me.Ó
Spock
stood and straightened his jacket, his eyebrow lifting, but he walked quickly
to join Kirk in the lift.
As
the door closed, Kirk tried to hide a grin. ÒSo, when exactly were you going to
tell me that you tried to recruit Chris?Ó
ÒOnly
tried? She seemed interested.Ó
Kirk
shot him that glance he always did when Spock sought to scoot around the issue
this way.
ÒAh,
not the point, I take it.Ó
ÒOh,
weÕll circle back to that in time. But...IÕm just curious if you were going to
tell me.Ó
ÒYou
have given me great latitude in the past to staff life sciences as I see
fit—barring medical, of course.Ó
ÒAnd
I see no reason to change that now. But this is my...Ó Shit, what did he call
her? His girlfriend sounded so trite. His woman was awfully caveman, but Spock
would probably resonate.
ÒI
know, Jim. I am aware she is yours. But apart from that she is also a highly
skilled scientist who may very much need a change of pace.Ó
ÒNo
argument from me there.Ó He finally dropped the mock-mad act and grinned at
Spock. ÒIt never occurred to me to ask her. I thought she was going to retire
out of ops, not leave it voluntarily.Ó
Spock
seemed about to say something, then turned away, staring ahead of them, at the
corridor that was surprisingly empty for this time of shift.
ÒWhat?
Spill it, Spock. I recognize the signs of you knowing something you think wonÕt
make me happy.Ó
ÒShe
is...Ó Spock took a breath. ÒOverwhelmed and for some reason trying to deal with
it as a Vulcan would. She has sublimated a great deal. I thought I had a
solution to that, so I told her of the billets—LazaroÕs
and TreÕillÕs.Ó
Kirk
nodded. HeÕd figured those would be the ones. Commander grade. Department
heads.
ÒShe
told me she would tell you I had offered her those jobs. I had no reason to
think that she would not. Therefore telling you myself would have been
redundant.Ó
Kirk
laughed. ÒYou can spin logic like nobodyÕs business.Ó He let his smile fade. ÒDo
you think sheÕll take it?Ó
ÒSurely
you are in a better position to judge that, Jim?Ó
ÒI
wish.Ó He gestured with his head toward the corridor that led to hydroponics. It
always helped him think, there among the plants. He might have been dying to
leave the farm and Iowa, but some part of him was always comforted by growing
things: provided they were growing on his ship and not on some piece of Earth
he was exiled to. ÒSheÕs...reticent. And I donÕt have your handy-dandy touch
telepathy to help me feel my way with her.Ó
ÒShe
is not reticent, Jim. We both saw her on the last mission, speaking her mind
quite effectively. She is...shut down when it comes to her emotions. I
recognize some of what she is going through because at one point in the
reintegration process I too felt as if my emotions were buried and possibly
beyond my reach. However, in my case, I was actively trying to find the
emotions and memories I had lost. In her case, she buried them herself.Ó
As
they entered hydroponics, and the smell of roses and other flowers hit him,
Kirk said, ÒIÕm going to ask you a hard question. This is a personnel issue:
you will not repeat it.Ó
ÒOf
course.Ó
ÒIs
she fit for duty with us? There are times I...worry. Bones thinks she just
needs a break, a chance to start fresh. But heÕs always had a bit of a blind
spot about her.Ó
ÒHe
thinks of her as family—a younger sister.Ó
ÒAnd
you know this how?Ó
Spock
didnÕt seem troubled by the question. ÒMy katra was in his mind, Jim. There was
some transfer. I believe I know Leonard much better than I did.Ó
ÒWhich
I guess means he understands you better, too?Ó
ÒI
have not seen much evidence of that.Ó SpockÕs eyes were gleaming the way they
did when he was joking.
Kirk
laughed. ÒSpock, answer my real question. Is Chris all right?Ó
ÒI
would not have offered her a position simply out of friendship or compassion. This
is the flagship and I have a responsibility to staff it accordingly. She is
fit. But...she needs to open up.Ó
ÒTo...?Ó
ÒTo
life, Jim. To emotions. I believe you are the best way to get her there. She cares
for you deeply.Ó
Kirk
smiled. ÒIÕm crazy about her.Ó
ÒThen
convince her to stay. I had a chance to read her last night. She is not happy
that she has buried so much. She wants to change. She just doesnÕt know how to
exit ops gracefully. She is much like you, Jim. She will not back down from a
challenge if it means losing face.Ó
ÒIÕm
not like that.Ó
SpockÕs
made the expression that meant if he hadnÕt been Vulcan, heÕd be throwing down
the bullshit flag.
ÒOkay,
IÕm like that. And soÕs she?Ó It wasnÕt how heÕd
pegged her, but he probably should have. She was ambitious, but sheÕd stayed in
ops to make a difference—and those were the kinds of situations that were
hardest to walk away from. Where you felt needed and essential. ÒWell, I better
get to work on her.Ó
ÒSo
you are not upset with me for...offering her a billet?Ó
Kirk
had the feeling Spock was really asking if he was mad at him for reading his
woman. ÒNyah. IÕm still in ÔThank God, youÕre aliveÕ mode.
Even all this time later. You can coast.Ó
Spock
almost smiled. ÒI do not know that I have adequately thanked you for what you
did. The tremendous sacrifices you made for me—and I did not even know
you at first.Ó
ÒBut
you know me now.Ó Kirk reached out, touched SpockÕs shoulder, and smiled at the
warm solidity of his friend. ÒAnd thatÕs all that matters.Ó
##
Chapel
walked alone, down in the bowels of the ship, the way she used to do on the
previous Enterprise. It had always
been a good way to clear her head with no one stopping her mid-epiphany.
Although
epiphany was too strong a word. She was burnt out and had been for months now. Jim
knew it, Cartwright knew it—hell, even Spock knew it. In fact, it may
have been SpockÕs death that started her down this road.
HeÕd
been so important to her for so long. SheÕd always thought heÕd outlive
her—in her old fantasies where he actually loved her back, sheÕd had to
block out the fact that sheÕd age so much faster than he would. But sheÕd
watched Amanda change over the years as Sarek hadnÕt. It was a fact of life for
humans with Vulcans.
And
then Spock had died and some fundamental belief that kept her course in ops
true had floundered.
Or
maybe it was seeing Jim so leveled by grief and pain. First for Spock, his
worry for Len, and how strange he was acting, then losing his son and his ship.
Being exiled on Vulcan for three months—months that sheÕd snuck away
ostensibly on leave and and found less than
scrupulous captains to carry her to Vulcan. Cartwright had to have known where
she was going, but he was the last one who would censor her.
Whatever
the reason, she felt...right here. On this ship. With her lover and the man she
used to love, who she thought might be turning into a friend.
The
problem was she still felt like there was work to be done in ops. But that was
sort of the point of emergency ops: no matter how advanced or peaceful people
became, shit still happened. It would happen long after she was gone. SheÕd
served longer than most officers.
There
was no shame in leaving.
So
why did she feel like she was giving up?
She
turned and headed for the lift, rode it up to sickbay and sauntered into her
former stomping ground—well, on the old ship, anyway—and saw Len in
his office. ÒDo you have time to talk?Ó
His
smile was huge, the welcome heÕd been giving her since she came on for this
mission. ÒTake a load off, darlinÕ.Ó
ÒI
need your advice.Ó SheÕd relied on him so much during their first voyage, and
even on the second, when sheÕd finally left to try something else. SheÕd been
sure heÕd give her shit about ditching medicine after working like a dog to get
her degree, but he hadnÕt. Had only said, ÒChristine, I donÕt think this was
ever about you being a doctor: I had you doing things far beyond regular
nursing. It was about getting yet another degree. Checking a box and moving
on.Ó
And
heÕd been right. A staff job working medical planning had led to her meeting
Cartwright and the job in ops. Jim was CartwrightÕs friend and sheÕd been
invited to dinner with them when he left Antonia and came back to Starfleet. The
rest, as the saying went, was history.
ÒYou
need my advice on what?Ó Len was waiting patiently, as he often had done when
sheÕd had to work her way to what she really wanted to ask.
ÒSpock
may have some positions in life sciences that IÕm suited for. Is it okay to
abandon ops?Ó
ÒWow,
way to phrase it in the most damning way possible, Christine.Ó His smile was
extraordinarily gentle. ÒAbandon? YouÕve
worked there a long time. ItÕs not like youÕre leaving short of tour.Ó
ÒI
know. But...IÕm not sure IÕm done contributing.Ó
ÒWell,
you must be close. Or you wouldnÕt be asking if you could leave. WhatÕs
changed?Ó His eyes were gentle as he said, ÒJim maybe?Ó
ÒI
wasnÕt sure he and I would last.Ó
ÒI
donÕt know why. You two are exactly each otherÕs type, once you get the big
green lug out of the mix.Ó Len started to laugh. ÒHell, you could probably
throw him in the mix and youÕd still be JimÕs type. Wouldn't he be yours?Ó
She
nodded. ÒI like powerful, smart men.Ó
ÒLike
I said.Ó
ÒI
can do emergencies in my sleep.Ó
ÒBut
do you sleep after an emergency?Ó
ÒI
do. If I had any of the standard symptoms, IÕd move on with a clear
conscience.Ó
ÒThere
it is again. A Ôclear conscience.Õ Why in the world would your conscience be
anything but clear? YouÕve saved a lot of people; youÕve helped a lot of
worlds. Move on, Christine. You lasted a whole lot longer than I thought you
would, and IÕm incredibly proud of you for doing that. But...accept reality. All
things have their time, and I think your time in ops is over.Ó
She
smiled and knew the expression was more wistful than happy.
ÒAnd
Christine, youÕre needed here. Jim has a really annoying tendency of leaving
his ship and taking up with unsuitable women once he gets lonely. I like him
with you. I like that he can be here, in space, with you. I know heÕll break his rules for you. As a CMO, I can only
give a big thumbs up to anything that makes my captain a happier and more
productive officer.Ó
She
started to laugh. ÒWow, youÕre making me sound so altruistic for loving him.Ó
ÒI
know. ItÕs a gift. ThatÕs my answer: come back.Ó He stood. ÒIÕm starving. You free
for lunch?Ó
As
he came around the desk, she stood and hugged him. ÒThank you.Ó
ÒI
didnÕt do a damn thing, darlinÕ. Now, since my advice
is in such demand, follow this suggestion: do not order the chili. I donÕt know
what theyÕve done to it, but itÕs horrible.Ó
ÒEven
I can fix chili.Ó
ÒI
know. The recipes theyÕve got in the synthesizers are a crime against
humanity—or at least this crew.Ó He squeezed her shoulder and then let
go. ÒSo, IÕve got my eye on a certain lieutenant commander. I was wondering if
you could subtly find out if sheÕd be receptive.Ó
She
grinned; sheÕd done that so many times for him during their other tours. ÒIÕm
not on the ship yet.Ó
ÒPfffft. Details.Ó
##
Kirk
lay in bed with Chris, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, no rush, no need
to try to package as many experiences into the time they had. ÒI love this,Ó he
said softly.
ÒI
do, too.Ó She ran her hand down his chest, so lightly it caused shiver. ÒIÕm
going to take SpockÕs offer.Ó
He
tipped her chin up so he could kiss her. SheÕd be here all the time. This could
be theirs for as long as they wanted it. ÒWhat made your mind up? I thought
youÕd take longer to think about it.Ó
ÒI
talked to Len. He had good things to say.Ó
Kirk
felt as if sheÕd thrown cold water over him.
She
must have sensed that because she pulled back so she could lean on her elbow
and study him. ÒWhat? What did I say?Ó
ÒFirst
you talk to Spock. Then to Bones. Why wonÕt you talk to me?Ó
She
looked like heÕd hit her. ÒIÕm talking to you now. I thought youÕd be happy.Ó
ÒI
am happy. That youÕre staying. But this is just more of the same. You never
share whatÕs going on inside here with me.Ó He tapped her forehead gently. ÒI
get your body—and IÕm pretty sure I have your heart—but what youÕre
thinking and feeling, you just wonÕt give it to me.Ó
She
sat up, the covers falling off her, and he tried to not be distracted by her
nakedness. ÒHow much of me do you want?Ó
ÒWhat
kind of question is that? IÕm not asking you to tell me everything you think
and feel. But this is big, this is a life decision, and so far youÕve made it
without me. But you didnÕt do it alone—because that I could understand. You
let Spock and Bones in—why not me?Ó
He
could see her shutting down in front of him. He could see it and he knew how to
stop it. To tell her it was all right. To distract her with a kiss and his
hands finding all the places she liked to be touched.
ItÕs
what he would have done in the past. When a day or two was all they had. But
not now. This had to change.
ÒAre
you jealous?Ó she asked, some bitterness in her voice.
ÒYes.
Because I didnÕt fall in love with you because of this.Ó He gestured to the
bed, to his body and hers. ÒI fell in love with you because youÕre smart and
you make me happy when IÕm with you because I can talk to you. When did we stop
talking?Ó Only he knew the answer to that. About the same time sheÕd started to
seem burnt out.
She
got out of bed, pulled on her pants. ÒI think IÕll sleep in the guest quarters
I was assigned.Ó
ÒYouÕre
just going to run away?Ó
ÒThatÕs
not what IÕm doing.Ó
ÒIt
is.Ó
ÒShould
I assume you donÕt want me on your ship if IÕm not your lover?Ó
ÒWeÕre
having an argument, not breaking up.Ó He climbed out of bed, did not want to do
this sitting down. ÒOr are we? Is there someone else? YouÕve been pretty
tactile with Spock, and he told me he read you again the other day. Is it him? Do
you want him?Ó
ÒIÕm
in love with you.Ó She was staring at him as if he was some kind of idiot.
ÒThen
prove it. Talk to me.Ó
ÒI
do talk to you, Jim.Ó
He
bent down and grabbed her shirt, tossing it to her. ÒMaybe guest quarters is a
good idea for tonight.Ó
ÒFine.Ó
She pulled the shirt on—inside out, but he didnÕt feel like telling her
that—slid her feet into her shoes, and hurried out.
He
sat on the bed, rubbing his forehead and murmuring, ÒFuck,Ó over and over.
#
Chapel
stood in the guest quarters sheÕd never used—all her goddamned stuff was
in JimÕs quarters. What the hell was she supposed to do in here?
She
went into the bathroom to see if it was stocked with toiletries for visitors. It
was. But still, all her clothes were in JimÕs room. She glanced at herself in
the mirror—shit, was her shirt on inside out? He let her leave like that?
She
fixed her shirt, then slammed her hand against the door panel and stormed out
to the lift, riding it to the rec lounge, where she bellied up to the bar and
ordered a double scotch rocks.
She
took her drink to a corner of the lounge and glared at anyone who looked like
they might be dumb enough to try to talk to her.
Unfortunately,
Spock didnÕt get the hint. He sat down across from her, sipping water as he
studied her.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒI
am surprised to see you in here.Ó
ÒWithout
Jim, you mean. In here without him.Ó
ÒYes,
that is what I meant.Ó He leaned back as if it was every day they just sat
around shooting the shit.
ÒWhat
the hell are you doing in here? You hate it in here if youÕre not playing
chess.Ó
ÒThat
is not precisely true.Ó He took another sip of water and she thought he was
stalling. ÒI came here tonight, however, because I thought that Jim would be with
you. It is good to have a senior officer here and both Doctor McCoy and Mister
Scott are otherwise occupied.Ó
ÒSo
you were stuck.Ó
ÒIf
you wish to view it as that, you can. I have come to accept it as part of the
duties of command. I certainly told my cadets frequently that their presence at
day-to-day events would be exponentially more valuable than any number of
all-hands communiquŽs. It would be hypocritical of me to do otherwise.Ó
She
took a long hit of her scotch. ÒLot of expectations the higher we get.Ó
ÒYes,
there are.Ó He frowned, not a large one but still more than he would usually
do, she thought. ÒWhy are you here without Jim? I am relatively certain he did
not have another engagement.Ó
ÒYouÕre
not wrong.Ó She got up, leaving him sitting as she walked to the viewscreen, but he followed her like a goddamned
bloodhound. ÒSpock, what?Ó
ÒYou
are clearly upset.Ó
ÒYou
being the master of emotions.Ó She gave him her snottiest smile.
ÒI
have come to understand them better than I once did.Ó
ÒWhich
may not be saying much.Ó
ÒGranted.
But am I incorrect or is something wrong?Ó
She
turned to him, studying him the way he had her; it didnÕt seem to faze him. ÒHow
do you do it? How do you bury emotions and still be able to call enough of them
up to...let people in?Ó
ÒIt
has been something I have struggled with most of my life, Christine. You know
this.Ó He took a deep breath. ÒAt times I think I overcorrected. I was so
unwilling to let my human half take hold that I denied myself the pleasures
most full Vulcans enjoy. Growing up, I had my mother to talk to about this, but
as an adult, I find I do not confide in her the same way.Ó
ÒI
understand that.Ó She smiled. ÒThis has been helpful.Ó And Cartwright was
right, damn his eyes.
He
met her eyes. ÒDo you wish to elaborate?Ó
ÒI
do.Ó She touched his hand, letting her hand linger a moment before pulling
away. ÒBut I think I need to do it with the man who just kicked me out of his
quarters.Ó
His
eyes were extraordinarily gentle. ÒThat would undoubtedly be an excellent
idea.Ó
ÒThank
you for being so nice to me.Ó
ÒThank
you for allowing me to be.Ó
ÒKind
of ironic. IsnÕt it?Ó She didnÕt want to say why, didnÕt want to give any more
weight to what she thought she was reading in his gaze, but she also didnÕt
want to ignore it.
ÒMost
ironic.Ó He nodded almost formally. ÒEnjoy your evening, Christine. I am sure
he will welcome you back.Ó
ÒWeÕll
see. He has a right to be mad.Ó
ÒI
will leave you to make whatever amends you feel necessary.Ó He nodded again,
then headed off toward a group of junior officers, all of whom smiled at him as
if he was an old friend.
His
former cadets, she realized. His legacy.
What
the hell was hers?
##
Kirk
was sitting on his bed, knees drawn up, drinking his third scotch when his
chime went off.
ÒCome,Ó
he said, hoping that whoever it was would hear his tone and come back later.
Chris
walked in, took one look at him, and stopped midway to the bed. ÒAm I welcome?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know. Plan on sharing anything other than your body?Ó
She
seemed to take a deep breath and then nodded.
ÒReally?Ó
ÒYes.
If you want to hear it, then yes.Ó She had a scotch in her hand and walked
around to the other side of the bed—her side as heÕd come to think of it—and
joined him, scooching closer until they sat shoulder to shoulder.
ÒYou
went to the lounge instead of your quarters?Ó He smiled at her look. ÒThe glass
is from the lounge.Ó
ÒI
donÕt have anything in my quarters, Jim. I unpacked here.Ó She laughed softly.
ÒOh,
shit, IÕm sorry.Ó He leaned against her and sighed.
ÒSo...youÕre
right. I havenÕt been talking to you. And I need to explain that. But it may
take a while.ÓÕ
ÒWell,
barring an emergency, weÕve got all night.Ó He turned and pulled her to him,
careful not to spill their drinks as he kissed her quickly. ÒI love you. Now
talk.Ó
She
pulled him back for another kiss, then eased away, taking what he thought might
be a fortifyingly long sip from her drink. ÒThis goes back a ways. To my only
real relationship.Ó
ÒRoger?Ó
She
nodded. ÒIÕve had other lovers, but he was the only one I was...with. Really
with. You understand?Ó
He
nodded.
ÒRoger
wanted me to be his partner when it came to the work. I was expected to let him
know my concerns about any of the projects we were doing—but he really wasnÕt
interested in how I was feeling about the work or myself or him. He...didnÕt
have time for that. Our private time was for sex and sleeping and eating. Our
work time for science. The sharing sometimes felt minimal. But the other part
was so good, I didnÕt care.Ó
She
put her drink on the nightstand and took his hand, snuggling into him. ÒWhen I
was first on the Enterprise,
especially after that damn virus, it was fun. I had friends. Ny and Jan. We
were confidants. Friends were something I hadnÕt had with Roger. When you leap
over your peers and start sleeping with the professor, well...Ó
She
took a ragged breath, and he put his arm around her and pulled her closer. ÒI
never judged you for sleeping with him, Chris.Ó
ÒYou
never seemed to. But a lot of others did. The ring on my finger didnÕt make up
for me Ôsleeping my way to fame,Õ as some thought I was doing.Ó She laughed, a
very bitter sound. ÒFame. I never wanted that. I just wanted him. And to make a
difference.
ÒWhen
you first knew me, Jim, I wasnÕt this shut down. I was enjoying spreading my
wings even if I spread them in the direction of a man who didnÕt want anything
from me. I had friends. I had work that wasnÕt terribly taxing. I was having
fun.Ó
ÒFunÕs
been in short supply for you, hasnÕt it?Ó
ÒI
think it has. I always seem to be working toward something. My PhDs, my medical
degree, fixing emergencies. The last time that I had fun was when I was a nurse
on your ship.Ó She glanced at him, a worried look on her face, as if she
expected him to be mad. ÒI mean, I have fun with you—Ó
ÒChris,
I know what you meant. You mean fun for any length of time.Ó
ÒExactly.Ó
She snuggled into him again and was silent for so long he checked to make sure
she was all right. She smiled and said, ÒWhen Decker picked me for his CMO, I
thought he was nuts—and I knew what others would think: that I was
sleeping with him. He didnÕt care. We were friends from way back, and he wanted
me to be on his new ship. He was so excited, so I buried all the feelings of
inadequacy and just tried to be the best CMO I could. But then you showed up
and demoted me and I was so fucking relieved.Ó She laughed and wound her arm
around his waist. ÒHe was so mad and I had to pretend to be, but deep down, I
wasnÕt. And even though I hated that he was taken by VÕger,
I was so glad to not have to be CMO. I wasnÕt ready.Ó
ÒYou
never said that. Then again you never seemed terribly upset either. I guess you
werenÕt.Ó
ÒI
wasnÕt. When I left for Starfleet Command, the jobs were challenging, but not
so much that I felt overwhelmed. Ops was never a problem...until Jan left.Ó
He
met her eyes. Of course. He felt so stupid for not having seen it.
ÒShe
was my confidant. We told each other everything—well, I didnÕt go into
specifics about what youÕre like in bed, but other than that.Ó She swallowed hard.
ÒThere was kind of an emotional pile-on even before she left. Spock died. Len
was crazy. You were...leveled. And Carol Marcus was back in your life and I
didnÕt know where that left me. Then your son died and Spock was suddenly alive
and I couldnÕt get to you. And meanwhile, back at the emergency ops ranch, I
was a senior officer. I got the hardest emergencies and I was expected to lead
others who needed me to be strong. Not to show them how...broken I was inside. I
just kept shutting down. Jan would have kicked my ass if sheÕd been there to do
it. But she wasnÕt.Ó
ÒYou
really thought I would leave you for Carol?Ó
ÒJim,
I knew I wasnÕt letting you in the way you wanted. You had a son with her. She
was the one who got away.Ó
ÒSweetheart,
there have been a lot that got away. I donÕt tend to be the one who leaves
until my partner makes it unbearable to stay.Ó
ÒI
didnÕt think of it that way. But...sheÕs brilliant and she has command presence
and you loved her once.Ó
ÒAnd
she took my son away. And do I really need to point out that youÕre brilliant
and have command presence, too? I love you now, not long ago like I loved
Carol, but now.Ó He put his drink on the nightstand, and pulled her closer. ÒIÕll
be happy to take JanÕs place and kick your ass if you start shutting me out
again.Ó
She
laughed.
ÒYou
asked me if I was jealous. Of Spock I kind of am. He can read you, Chris. When
I canÕt.Ó
She
lifted her face to his, kissed him very gently. ÒHe can only read me if I let
him. And heÕs not the one I want close to me.Ó
ÒEven
if now he might be willing?Ó He hated saying it but it needed to be said. Spock
was clearly rethinking his position on her.
ÒSure,
now that IÕm with someone, he wants me.Ó She laughed and pulled him down so
they were lying curled against each other. ÒI love you. He wouldnÕt have kicked
me out of his quarters.Ó She laughed again, a sweet, open sound that he loved
to hear. ÒSee, youÕre already acting like Jan.Ó
ÒI
guess I am. I felt sick inside, though. I kept thinking of you with him or
Bones.Ó
ÒWith them? You mean cheating on you?Ó
ÒOr
just talking to them. I think that hurts worse than you having sex with them
would.Ó He stroked her hair back. ÒWeÕve both been through hell. We love each
other anyway. LetÕs make this work, Chris. LetÕs be on this ship together. I
want normal. DonÕt you want normal, finally?Ó
ÒI
do want it. It just may take me a while to settle down and let normal have me.Ó
He
laughed. ÒWell, weÕre still the flagship. It wonÕt be boring. And the science
posts are good ones.Ó
ÒI
know. I want TreÕillÕs.Ó
ÒWell
youÕll have to talk to Spock about that.Ó He laughed, realizing how ironic that
sounded after their fight. ÒTalk to me about other things. Like how youÕre
feeling. What you want from the position. How I can make it better.Ó
ÒAnd
how weÕre going to explain to Cartwright that his big plans led to me
defecting?Ó
He
chuckled. ÒI donÕt think heÕll mind. HeÕs been worried about you. And he knows
youÕve been so busy taking care of him that you wouldnÕt open up about your own
things.Ó
She
nodded. ÒHeÕll have to find someone else.Ó She grinned and leaned in to kiss
him, the kiss starting out tender but turning passionate quickly.
He
had her clothes off her and pulled off his own, then eased her on top of him.
She
had a silly grin. ÒDoes this mean you donÕt want to really let go with me
anymore?Ó
ÒNo,
it doesnÕt mean that. That just shouldnÕt be the only way you let me in.Ó
ÒIt
wonÕt be.Ó She leaned down, kissing him gently as she moved her body in a way far
more sensual than sweet. ÒI promise.Ó
FIN