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No One Ever Said It Would Be Easy
by Djinn
Kirk sat in the little cafŽ
that was LoriÕs latest bolt hole, at least according
to the demon Chris had beaten up for the information. There were times Kirk would have
preferred that Chris reach for the other end of her toolkit of persuasive
skills. A slayer thing, no doubt to
reach for violence first—and the demon had been a piece of filth in need
of a good pounding—but still it worried Kirk a little.
Some people used to say he
was too much action and too little brains, but he knew they were wrong. He thought about the best way to get
what he needed, did not always reach for a fight or seduction when a discussion
was the better option. He knew how
to manipulate people, which he would never admit to
anyone since manipulations was not seen as a benevolent talent, but it was a
damned useful skill to have. He knew
how to make people stretch and develop way beyond what they thought they could. And he knew how to jump on someoneÕs
last nerve.
And combined now with the
magic, he was at least doubly dangerous.
He hoped to God heÕd have
some luck with Lori—if she actually showed up. There were only so many meals he
could eat in this place where the food was either tasteless or too spicy, so he
hoped sheÕd put in an appearance sooner rather than later.
ÒJim,Ó a purring voice
sounded from behind him.
Since behind him was a solid wall—heÕd thought and his tricorder
had confirmed—he jumped out of his chair and whirled, reaching for a
phaser that suddenly wasnÕt there.
Lori stood in a doorway, her hand on what was clearly the mechanism for
opening and closing the door.
ÒHello, lover.Ó She nodded
behind him. ÒLooking for that?Ó
His waiter was standing
behind him; he held up his phaser.
ÒA cousin of mine. Does a little picking of pockets on the
side. Such a useful skill.Ó
Kirk was suddenly aware that
more waiters then had been in the cafŽ when he started were crowding around
him. ÒMore cousins?Ó
ÒFriends and family. My pack, if you will.Ó
He reached out,
tasting with his magic the buffet of pheromones the werewolves were putting
off. Lori was lying: only his
waiter tasted like she did. The
others had an almost alien zing to their essence. That might be useful.
ÒYour pack canÕt cook worth a
damn.Ó
She smiled. ÒOh, they can. For you, they may have not put forward
their best effort. Such a shame you
didnÕt have company to at least enjoy the horrible food with.Ó
One of the waiters suddenly
groaned and Kirk heard the familiar sound Chris made when she connected a good,
hard punch. He smiled. ÒOh, Lori. You donÕt really think I came alone, do
you?Ó He hadnÕt been sure the Òhide
in plain sightÓ spell heÕd done would really work. Especially against
her.
Lori rolled her eyes, but she
did look surprised. ÒOf course
not,Ó she said, clearly trying to rally back into control of the
situation. ÒI know everything
youÕre up to. You and that slayer
are joined at the hip so of course sheÕs here. I have my sources.Ó
ÒJanice? Is she your source?Ó Chris walked past the other waiters, not
even giving them the courtesy of looking worried. ÒIs she feeding you information?Ó
ÒJanice is a beloved
cousin. WeÕre very tight.Ó
Kirk didnÕt think Lori was
very convincing. ÒSheÕs lying,
Chris. IÕve never seen her with
Janice and neither have you.Ó
ÒYes, slayer, your lover pays
attention to what Janice does. He
does like us wolves.Ó Lori suddenly
seemed to be flooding the room with pheromones, and ChrisÕs expression grew more sour but she didnÕt bother replying. ÒSomething wrong, Christine?Ó
ÒYou stink.Ó
ÒOh, most people like my
pheromones. Jim used to. You were a little intrigued, too, if I
remember correctly?Ó Lori intensified the barrage. ÒOnce upon a time, I thought I might
have both of you. That would have
been interesting...then. Now...Ó She made a
dismissive sound.
ÒAs if weÕd ever be
interested in you.Ó Chris moved
toward her.
ÒCareful.Ó Lori smiled. ÒYou take one more step and I close the
door and let my cousins have at you.
WeÕll see just how good you two are.Ó
ÒIÕm afraid, Admiral, that
itÕs more than two you are dealing with.Ó Spock stepped out of the kitchen,
downing wolves right and left with his neck pinch, doing it a bit more
aggressively than Kirk remembered.
ÒSheÕs not really an admiral
anymore, is she?Ó Chris muttered to no one in particular.
Lori heard her of
course. ÒIÕm on admin leave. Nogura doesnÕt
want to cause a stink with an AWOL note in my file—or a dishonorable
discharge.Ó She hit the button and
the doors slid closed halfway, giving her room to see out but no room for them
to get in. ÒSo, yes, slayer, I
still outrank you.Ó Then she looked
at Spock. ÒIÕm surprised to see you
with them. Your loyalty is a little
pathetic, I mean given sheÕs thrown you over for your best friend.Ó
ÒYour facts are inaccurate,
Admiral. Moreover, you will not
manipulate me with emotion. Nor is
it any of your concern how we conduct our personal affairs.Ó
ÒOh, but doesnÕt that sound
interesting?Ó She gave him a
leering smile. ÒThreeÕs company in
this case?Ó
Kirk realized she either had
no idea Spock was involved with her cousin or she did but was holding it very,
very close. He really wanted to
believe Spock was not sleeping with someone who might turn out to be LoriÕs
spy. Spock happy with Rand took
away some of his lingering guilt over stealing his best friendÕs woman. He also wanted to believe Janice was the
officer he thought she was: capable and trustworthy, if slightly wolfier than heÕd ever realized.
Chris was not inclined to
give Janice any benefit of the doubt.
Kirk held out his hand. ÒLori, please come out. We need to talk. You canÕt keep running and the old man
is willing to listen.Ó
She laughed, the bell-like
laugh he remembered from countless strategy sessions after Nogura
had left for the night. ÒI can keep
running. I can run forever, Jim. And the old man has never wanted to
listen. His way
or no way. CanÕt you see
that?Ó
Spock moved forward. ÒI am confused as to what you want,
Admiral? Your cause, given you have
tried to kill some of the people I care about, seems hardly preferable to
anything Nogura might be after.Ó
Kirk glanced at Spock. He didnÕt normally talk so easily about
caring for people now that the effects from the VÕger
meld had worn off.
ÒI am not unlike your
brother, Spock. I want to return to
my roots. Embrace
who I am, not who others wish to make me into. I am tired of suppressing.Ó
Both Kirk and Chris turned to
Spock and said, ÒBrother?Ó
Spock looked angry. Not Vulcan angry. Human angry. ÒHe is not mentioned in my file.Ó
ÒDid I strike a nerve,
Vulcan?Ó
For a moment, Spock looked as if he might try to launch himself through the
small opening, then he clenched his hands and visibly calmed. ÒYou will not speak of my brother again.Ó
ÒBut heÕs such an interesting
character and—Ó
ÒYou would be wise to heed
me.Ó Spock took a step forward.
Kirk started counting back to
SpockÕs Pon Farr on the ship. A long time ago, but it was more than
possible that it was hitting again now.
Spock had said that first Pon Farr had
occurred far later for him than for most Vulcans.
Great. A Vulcan off his game.
ÒAdmit it, Jim.Ó Lori was watching him carefully. ÒI got the jump on you. You didnÕt expect me to have a secret
door. You thought youÕd have me
surrounded and tagged as soon as I walked in through one of the more
traditional entrances.Ó
It was true. He didnÕt admit it, though.
He started to pull magic in
from the air around him, folding in the pheromones she
kept flooding them with, building something soothing, familiar. Safe.
ÒLori, come home. No harm, no foul.Ó He let the mixture
slide over her, over all of them since sheÕd be reading Chris and Spock, too. ÒCome home,Ó he said as if they were
making love.
For one moment, it looked
like he had her. Then she shook her
head and slammed her hand onto the button.
The door swished shut and both Chris and Spock charged it, looking
pretty much like idiots as they tried to kick in what was probably solid duranium enhanced by major doses of wolf mojo.
ÒStop it, you two.Ó
Chris stopped before Spock
did--one more nail in the Blood Fever Coffin if Chris was the more rational of
the two.
She gave the door a
laser-sharp glare. ÒGod, I hate
her. Why didnÕt I kill her on Earth
when I had the chance?Ó
ÒBecause she played us all,
Chris—we never really had the chance. Come on.Ó
Spock followed them, and Kirk
let Chris stride out and work off some steam as he slowed so Spock could catch
up with him.
ÒDo we need to get you to
Vulcan?Ó he said as softly as he could.
Spock shook his head.
ÒDo I need to beam Chris to
the nearest Starbase and get you far away from her?
ÒNo. I have Janice now.Ó
ÒAre you guessing or are you
sure that you wonÕt want Christine once the fever hits?Ó He touched Spock on the arm. ÒWeÕre just learning how to get along
again. I want to make sure this
does not turn into a disaster.Ó
ÒIt will not. I have Janice now. Christine is not my mate: she is
yours. I do not just know this,
Jim. I feel it.Ó He smiled, a brittle but real smile. ÒBut I appreciate your concern.Ó
They caught up to Chris at
the beam-out site and she studied them.
ÒWhatÕs going on, you two?Ó
ÒNothing,Ó they said
together.
She didnÕt laugh, seemed to
be trying to shake something off, hugging her body. ÒI hate wolf pheromones.Ó
ÒI find them quite pleasant,Ó
Spock said, and got one of her better glares for his trouble.
ÒI donÕt like them, either. LetÕs go home, all right? This was certainly one of our more
lackluster efforts to capture Lori.Ó
ÒI checked the structure
multiple times, Jim,Ó Spock said with a frown. ÒThere was no secret door.Ó
ÒThere clearly was a secret
door, Sherlock,Ó Chris said. ÒShe
was standing right in it.Ó
Before they could start
arguing, Kirk pulled out his communicator.
ÒKirk to Enterprise. Three to beam up.Ó
ÒAye aye,
sir,Ó JaniceÕs voice came back.
He saw Chris bristle. When they arrived on the transporter
pad, Janice smiled at Spock, and there was a rush of pheromones in the room
that made LoriÕs little display seem mild.
Chris started coughing and
hurried out.
He caught up with her at the
lift. ÒYou okay?Ó
ÒThat was a waste of
time.Ó She sighed as they walked onto
the lift, let her head sink to his shoulder once the doors closed. ÒI thought weÕd surprise her. Especially since we left that demon who outed her in the brig at Talria.Ó
ÒI know. I thought we had
her, too. ThatÕll teach us for
getting too cocky, I guess.Ó He
took a deep breath. ÒThereÕs a party
tonight at least. We can
dance. Relax.Ó
She kissed him slowly, pulling away only to say, ÒHold lift.Ó
He grinned.
ÒWhat is our record again?Ó
ÒThree minutes. You realize most people try to go for
stamina rather than speed on this activity?Ó
She laughed as she pulled
down his pants and let her own down, letting him hike her onto him. ÒNot when
theyÕre in a turbolift.Ó
They didnÕt make a new record
but they came close. ÒDamn,Ó he
said, as he let her down and adjusted her uniform and then his own.
ÒI see your damn and raise
you a holy crap.Ó She leaned in,
nuzzling against him. ÒI love you.Ó
ÒI love you, too. But we canÕt hold up this lift forever.Ó
ÒFine. Resume lift.Ó
She held his hand until she
got off and he rode alone to the Bridge, feeling the happy glow of a stolen
quickie, but also not liking how easily Lori had played them.
##
Chapel threw back her drink,
trying to shake the strange unease that had been with her ever since theyÕd
come back empty handed from what was supposed to be a quick bag and tag. She knew Jim had intended this party to
take the edge off a crew that had been without shore leave for too long, but so
far it wasnÕt doing much for her.
ÒYou okay? That scotch went down awfully
fast.Ó Jim was smiling, but it was
a wary smile.
She counted to ten before
answering and saying something sheÕd regret like he didnÕt need to keep track
of how much she was drinking.
Although he
was right. She usually kept a clear head. But tonight she felt like she needed to
either break something or get very, very loaded. SheÕd thought they had Lori in their
sights, at last. Wanted a good
fight—needed a good fight. It
had been a while since sheÕd had one, other than beating up the demon stooge
that had given them LoriÕs location.
She took several deep
breaths, trying to center the way Emma had taught her. Then she leaned in and kissed Jim on the
cheek. ÒMy slayer senses are all
a-tingle. I need to relax and they
donÕt want to. ThatÕs all.Ó
Which was a lie. This wasnÕt her slayer senses, not completely.
She saw Spock come in and met
his eyes. They were still working
the kinks out of their relationship—it had been nice having him along
today against Lori even if heÕd seemed a little out of sorts. Maybe it was just chagrin on his part
for missing the door?
She smiled at him, and he
nodded but walked over to where Janice was sitting.
Janice frowned at something
he said, her expression growing serious.
Then she went to the bar and Christine let go of Jim, murmured, ÒIÕll be
right back,Ó and walked over to Spock.
ÒChristine.Ó He seemed to be as much on edge as she
was. His voice, the way he wouldnÕt
look at her: all wrong.
ÒAre you all right?Ó
ÒI will be.Ó He finally met her eyes. ÒChristine, if you will excuse me. I must attend to something.Ó
ÒWith Janice?Ó
ÒYes.Ó The look he gave her was calm, but
then urgency replaced it and she realized sheÕd seen that look. Long ago and far away, but she
remembered it. When heÕd needed to
get to Vulcan. To
his wife.
The Pon
Farr.
ÒIÕve been antsy all day. More than normal. Was I picking up on this? Your...rut?Ó
His eyes narrowed. He clearly did not like either her tone
or her choice of words. ÒIt is
possible. You are sensitive on a
level beyond most humans. And you
do not seem to be overly fond of wolf pheromones, which Janice has told me will
increase as she responds to my need.Ó
More than she wanted to know.
ÒAnd after VÕger, after all it dredged out of me—it is possible
some residue of our former relationship is left. I do not know. I am sorry if you are uncomfortable.Ó
Residue? She was residue? ÒIÕm not uncomfortable. DonÕt worry about me.Ó
ÒI was not planning to,Ó he
said softly, his words hitting her more deeply than she liked. ÒI have much else to occupy me, it would
seem.Ó He actually looked a little
sheepish, talking about this to her.
She felt Jim come up next to
her, felt his energy and magic buffeting her as it normally did but not giving
the usual comfort.
Then Chapel sensed Janice
coming over. Spock wasnÕt
wrong. JaniceÕs pheromones were working
overtime, and Chapel could feel her temper flare in reaction.
Janice took in her expression
and skirted where Chapel and Jim were standing as she made her way to SpockÕs
side, standing much too close to him.
Chapel saw SpockÕs eyes dilate and he moved even closer to Janice—who
was clearly not residue.
ÒNo.Ó It was out before Chapel could call it
back.
Jim looked at her, his
expression perplexed. ÒNo what?Ó
ÒNo that.Ó She pointed at Spock and Janice.
ÒNice, Christine.Ó Janice seemed to be trying to look as
tall as she could. ÒAnd weÕre an
ÔusÕ not a Ôthat.ÕÓ She looked at
Jim, as if for help. ÒWeÕve been
together since that cloud thing took us.Ó
Jim nodded, but Chapel
muttered, ÒI know but not...Ó Not what? Not for real? Not in any way that mattered? Not that her ex mateÕs activities
mattered to her. Not
at all.
ÒJesus, Chris.Ó Jim put his arm around her, clearly trying
to ease her away from Spock and Janice.
ÒIÕm not loving this side of you.Ó
She didnÕt love it,
either. And she should probably
tell him what was going on—although he probably already knew: he and
Spock had been pretty chummy on the walk back from the cafŽ. But she couldnÕt tell Jim the real truth:
that the man sheÕd left behind had hurt her, was hurting her, with his choices.
Not that she wanted to be in
his bed.
Damn Janice and her stupid werewolf joy juice.
Janice smiled at her. Not a nice smile. A territorial, bitch
of a smile.
ÒIt wonÕt last,Ó Chapel said,
and she could hear Jim cursing under his breath, could feel magic suddenly
pressing on her and turned on him
ÒReally? YouÕre going to use
magic on me?Ó
He met her eyes and sipped
his drink as if nothing was wrong.
ÒPlay nice.Ó He had the look
that said, ÒDonÕt make me turn that into an order.Ó
ÒYou heard him,
Christine. Play nice.Ó Janice touched SpockÕs hand, just a
glancing caress, but Spock took a deep breath and then let it out very
carefully. ÒOh and it will
last. Wolves mate for life.Ó
ÒVulcans donÕt,Ó Jim said,
clearly trying to be sort of on ChapelÕs side.
ÒI believe in this case, Janice
is more apt to be right,Ó Spock said, his voice
huskier than Chapel had ever heard it.
ÒAt any rate, this is a private matter.Ó
She ignored him, focused only
on Janice. ÒAlpha wolves mate for life. And you are light years from being
anyoneÕs alpha.Ó She could feel her
hands clenching, tried to relax. ÒIn
a true wolf pack, the other wolves arenÕt even allowed to mate. So really, youÕre not a wolf, just a
human with a moon-sized curse.Ó
For not being alpha in any
way, JaniceÕs reaction was impressive.
Chapel braced for the angry blond tornado that was headed her way, then
felt a forcefield-like hit of magic keeping them
apart.
ÒEnough.Ó Jim grabbed her arm, looked over at Spock. ÒYou should go. Take care of this.Ó
ÒIt is not precisely time
to—Ò
ÒSpock, youÕre off duty until
further notice. DonÕt let me see
you till you feel one hundred percent better.Ó He smiled grimly at Janice. ÒBest call Bones if you need anything in
the way of medical attention.Ó And
then he dragged Chapel off, using magic and the anger she could read in his
eyes to keep her from breaking away.
A lot of people were staring
at them.
ÒForget,Ó he said softly and
shook his hand out as if sprinkling something in the air.
The people staring turned
away as if the mother of all catfights had not been about to break out in the
middle of their party.
ÒLet me go.Ó
ÒShut up.Ó
ÒShut up? YouÕre just going to let him go off with
her? SheÕs a werewolf.Ó
ÒAnd you fucked a
vampire. Why do you care?Ó
A whole bunch of people
turned around again since neither of them were making
any attempt to modulate their voices or the subject matter, and he had to
repeat the ÒforgetÓ spell.
She took a deep, steadying
breath.
ÒChris, what the hell—Ò
ÒBridge to Captain.Ó
He didnÕt let go of her, drew
her with him as he walked to the communication port. ÒKirk here.Ó
ÒA pair of
VIP visitors are hailing from a commercial shuttle. They said you had approved them coming
aboard for transport.Ó
ÒI donÕt recall any VIP
visitors on the schedule. Who are
they?Ó
ÒA Mister Angel and a Mister Spike
from Angel Investigations.Ó
She could hear Jim take a
deep breath. ÒBeam them
aboard.Ó He looked at her. ÒBecause this wasnÕt fun enough
already.Ó
She shook his hand off. ÒWhy are
they here?Ó
ÒHow the hell should I
know? TheyÕre your friends.Ó He held up his hand as she started to
answer. ÒAnd we are not done talking
about why you care so goddamned much who Spock is with. Got it?Ó
She didnÕt answer, moved past
him and headed for the door. He
caught up with her in about three strides.
ÒI mean it.Ó
ÒI know you do.Ó She didnÕt look over at him as they
walked to the transporter room in an angry silence.
##
Angel saw Spike grin and knew
Christine must have come in. He
turned, his version of a smile ready, but he let it slip away when he saw her
and KirkÕs expressions.
Pissed. As.
Hell.
At him? No, they
didnÕt seem to be glaring at him or Spike with any more energy than usual. In fact, Christine was giving Spike a
hell of a tight hug. Bit tighter
than strictly necessary unless she was trying to tick off her beau.
And succeeding.
Kirk turned away from the
not-so-touching tableau and gave Angel a piercing look that made him want to
stand up straight and check his hair.
Damn, the man had authoritative down in spades.
ÒAngel?Ó
ÒPermission to come aboard,
sir?Ó HeÕd always wanted to say
that. Usually he was sneaking on
board ships, not asking for entrŽe.
ÒWhat the hell do you two
want?Ó Kirk motioned for Angel to
follow him. ÒChris, if you donÕt mind, I think our transporter crew has gotten
an eyeful of you welcoming Spike.Ó
ÒWeÕre going to the gym,Ó
Christine said, pulling Spike with her.
KirkÕs expression didnÕt
change. ÒKnock yourself out.Ó
ÒOr Spike,Ó Angel said,
grinning at Kirk who shot him back the same look.
Kirk led him off in a
different direction than the way Christine was taking Spike. ÒNot a good day for you two to show up,
Angel.Ó
ÒYeah, I can kinda tell. You
want to talk about it?Ó He had his
Angelus voice going. He didnÕt know
why, but he just loved screwing with this guy.
ÒNo, I damn well donÕt want
to talk about it. Especially with
you.Ó He turned into a large room,
where there were many people, lots of them drinking.
ÒYou have a bar here?Ó
ÒItÕs the rec lounge. But yes, thereÕs a bar. And weÕre going there and IÕm going to
drink because believe it or not, you arrived in the middle of a party.Ó
ÒParty for what?Ó
ÒHell if I know. We survived another day without the
engine blowing up?Ó
ÒIs that a worry?Ó Angel suddenly wondered if maybe they
shouldnÕt have taken that Eleongi Demon that ran the
rickety shuttle theyÕd taken to reach KirkÕs ship up on his offer of transport
the rest of the way. ÒAre we going
to blow up?Ó
ÒNo. But my relationship might.Ó He ordered a Scotch. ÒYou want anything?Ó
ÒIÕm good.Ó
ÒWish I could say the same
thing.Ó He gestured in the general
direction of where theyÕd left Spike and Christine. ÒShould I be worried?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
Kirk let out a short bark of
laughter. ÒYouÕre that sure?Ó
ÒYep.Ó Angel motioned for them to move down to
a less crowded part of the bar.
ÒLook, IÕm sorry to just barge in on you this way—and to bring
Spike with me when I did it—but we need to get to the Malitii
colony.Ó
ÒWeÕre going right by there.Ó
ÒI know.Ó At KirkÕs look, he shrugged. ÒThereÕs a seer and she has this thing
for Spike and, anyway, she said the Enterprise
was our best bet and it was your ship and you like us—Ò
Kirk coughed.
ÒOkay, so you tolerate us,
and we thought...Ó
ÒFine, fine. WeÕll be there in seventeen hours. Fast enough for you?Ó
ÒPerfect. Thanks.Ó
Kirk nodded and took a deep
breath. ÒWe had to go down to the
end of the bar for you to tell me that?Ó
ÒWell, I thought you might
want to know why we need to get there.Ó
ÒI donÕt care why.Ó
ÒOh. Okay, then.Ó Angel realized he sounded a little hurt.
Kirk took a deep breath. ÒAll right. Why?Ó
ÒCursed sword. Got stolen. We were hired to get it back. ItÕs what we do. Help the helpless.Ó
ÒStupid damn slogan.Ó
ÒAnd you prefer...?Ó
ÒÕTo boldly goÕ works for
me.Ó
ÒYouÕre splitting an
infinitive.Ó
Kirk looked like he might
split Angel.
ÒOkay, Jim—can I call
you Jim? Okay, Jim, listen, you clearly need to get this off your chest. Why is Christine rubbing groins with
Spike in a big hug when the last time we saw you two, you couldnÕt keep your
hands off each other?Ó
ÒBecause weÕre fighting.Ó
ÒBig damn fight if Spike is a
better alternative.Ó
That doesnÕt work, you know? The mean comments you make about Spike. They donÕt divert, they shine a damned
spotlight.Ó
ÒOn what?Ó
ÒOn the goddamned fifty
credits that my girlfriend will probably never pay me now,Ó Kirk muttered into
his drink.
ÒIs this even about Spike?Ó
ÒNo, itÕs about Spock.Ó He met AngelÕs eyes. ÒYou met him. Vulcan.Ó
ÒYeah, I remember. Weird tension
that day with your slayer and him and the werewolf woman. I dated one of those. Hell on wheels in bed,
let me tell you.Ó
ÒGood. Glad to hear it.Ó Kirk threw his drink back. ÒWhat if IÕm not what she wants?Ó
ÒWolf girl?Ó
ÒChris.Ó
ÒOh, okay, that makes more
sense. Well, you clearly are. I mean, IÕve been around the block a few
times and that galÕs into you.Ó
ÒLike your Buffy was into
Spike?Ó
ÒShe wasnÕt into him so much
as having a psychotic break.Ó Angel
grinned at Kirk.
Kirk did not grin back. ÒSee, you were her first love. ThatÕs what IÕm dealing with here. Spock is with someone else now, and itÕs apparently driving Chris nuts, and I donÕt know what to
do about it.Ó
ÒWell, first of all, he
wasnÕt her first love.Ó At KirkÕs
look, Angel said, ÒSpike tended to go on and on about her so I sort of know her history.Ó
ÒShe loved Spock for years.Ó
ÒMaybe so, but Markosius was her first love. I mean when he was human.Ó
Kirk nodded, as if heÕd
forgotten about that guy. ÒShe had
to kill him. Thought sheÕd lost him
and then, when she found him again, had to destroy him.Ó
ÒYeah, thatÕs not so fun when
youÕre on the receiving end.Ó Angel
was lost in an Acathla and being sucked into hell
moment for a while. ÒSo anyway,
Spock is really her second love or third, if she had any feelings for that
watcher guy Korby.Ó
ÒShe didnÕt—not true
love, anyway. But after Spock, she
rebounded right into—Ò
ÒSpikeÕs arms. Not yours. Right?Ó
ÒRight. Right, damn it.Ó Kirk stood up straighter. Then he slumped a little. ÒBut what if she still loves him?Ó
ÒSpike?Ó
ÒSpock.Ó
ÒSlayers are weird, Jim. They have all this energy and it gets
mixed up a lot of the time. They
tend to be territorial by nature anyway—all that patrollingÕs kind of
indicative of that. And then the killing and the fighting. It leads to lives that are pretty fierce
in all aspects and they donÕt let go easily. She may still love him like she still
loves Spike—as a friend or a memory or something. But youÕre the real thing for her. That was completely clear to me from the
moment I saw you two together.
Forget Markosius, youÕre the Angel to her
Buffy.Ó He smiled—Spike would
bean him if he heard him say that.
But hell, it was true.
Even if heÕd never say it to
SpikeÕs face. The guy was not as
tough as he pretended and Buffy was still a sore subject.
Kirk was studying him with a
wary look. ÒI keep waiting for the
gotcha moment.Ó
ÒI know. ItÕs weird, me helping you. But for some reason I feel like it. So, go to her.Ó Angel eased Kirk away from the bar and
turned him toward the door, enjoying his role as dispenser of relationship wisdom. ÒGo get her. And tell Spike where our room is if you
see him.Ó
Kirk nodded, but then he
stopped and started to grin.
ÒRoom...singular?Ó
Damn. Had he said that? ÒRooms. Plural. You might want to get your hearing checked.Ó
ÒNothing wrong with my
hearing.Ó He patted Angel on the
back—a little harder than was necessary—then called over a person
in uniform. ÒEnsign, take Mister
Angel to VIP guest quarters.Ó He
winked at Angel. ÒSpike will be
right next door. IÕd give you
adjoining rooms but alas, connecting doors are not standard issue on a
starship.Ó
ÒWe donÕt need—Ò
ÒUnderstood. Really.Ó He grinned, but then his smile
faded. ÒOkay, I have a slayer to
appease or shake some sense into.Ó
ÒProbably a little of both.Ó
ÒProbably so.Ó
##
ÒShe cared.Ó Janice stared out the viewscreen in SpockÕs quarters, trying to calm
herself. SheÕd been ready to fight
Christine. Who was much, much stronger. Who
would probably kill her without a thought given the mood she was in after
JaniceÕs baiting and deliberate flooding of pheromones in the lounge.
But Janice would do it
again. Smug bitch.
Smug bitch who
was probably the love of SpockÕs life.
ÒShe cared, Spock.Ó She turned, saw
him watching her as if he did not follow her logic. Which, admittedly, he often did not, but
this was a pretty clear-cut subject.
ÒChristine wanted you. She
didnÕt want me to have you.Ó
ÒI believe the first
statement is not accurate. The
second, however, is probably correct.Ó
ÒIf it were accurate, would
you want her back?Ó
ÒThe question is
irrelevant. She does not want me.Ó
Which was in no way the
answer she was looking for. Janice
sighed. ÒSo you do still want her?Ó
ÒJanice, if I wanted
her—truly believed she was my mate—we would not be having this
discussion. Do you understand?Ó
She nodded.
He held out a hand to her. ÒDo wolves mate for life?Ó
She took a deep breath as she
let him pull her to him. ÒShe was
right. Only the alphas.Ó Christine was always right, damn
her. The smart
one. The
strong one.
The goddamned mean one.
ÒYou are not a wolf,
Janice. You are a woman, and I care
for you deeply.Ó He ran his hand
down her side. ÒChristineÕs issues,
whatever they may be, have nothing to do with me. And only tangentially to do with you.Ó
ÒIt doesnÕt feel
tangential. Why does she hate me
so? I didnÕt do anything to
her. Except lie about being what I
am. But she lied to me, too, about
being the Slayer.Ó
ÒChristine is seldom logical,
Janice. I have found you to be the
far more rational partner.Ó
She slugged him. ÒBecause thatÕs just what ever
girl wants to hear.Ó
He let go a soft exhale of
breath that could only be amusement.
ÒThink about it for a moment or two, and I think it will be exactly what
you wish to hear. You have been desired
all your life for your looks and your vivacity. But for your ability to harness the
animal you fear and be rational and steady? Is that
not, in fact, the highest compliment I could give you?Ó
ÒYou could sweet-talk a Gorn.Ó She
rubbed his arm where sheÕd hit him.
ÒSorry about that.Ó
ÒI am uninjured.Ó
ÒGood. And yes. I guess, now that I look at it the way
youÕre suggesting, it is a very nice compliment.Ó
He pulled her in and kissed
her.
ÒIs it starting?Ó
He shook his head. ÒI just wanted to do that.Ó
She smiled, moved into his
arms and let him hug her close.
ÒIÕm afraid of her a lot of the time, Spock.Ó
ÒI know.Ó He ran his fingers through her
hair. ÒBut you are stronger than
you think. And she is not as strong
as she thinks. Not in the ways that
matter on this ship. You will be
fine.Ó He pushed her down to the
bed. ÒAnd you will be mine. If you wish it?Ó
ÒWill I have to be? After this, I mean? Is that what happens
in the Pon Farr?
We donÕt have a choice?Ó
He looked taken aback.
ÒI donÕt mean that I donÕt
want to be yours. I just...IÕd
rather it werenÕt because of something you canÕt control. I mean given my own situation, I know
how biological compulsion can drive decisions in ways that are not always
prudent.Ó
ÒYou see. So rational.Ó He touched her cheek. ÒWe can wait. But you are at least mildly interested
in something more permanent than what we have now?Ó
ÒI am. I love you.Ó In the two months since that crazy cloud
creature had brought them together, sheÕd never told Spock that. Even though sheÕd wanted to a lot lately. SheÕd sworn she wouldnÕt be the first to
say it, feared it would make her look weak and pathetic.
Now it felt like a gift to
him to say it. Not pathetic at all.
He kissed her thoroughly
before giving her a small, but very real, smile. ÒI am gratified to hear it.Ó
##
Spike dodged a
no-holds-barred kick from Christine and said, ÒSo, love, not that I donÕt enjoy
sparring with you, but what exactly has got your knickers in a knot?Ó
ÒCanÕt a girl like sparring
with someone who doesnÕt need the training wheels on?Ó
ÒOuch. Guess the honeymoonÕs over with Captain
Cardboard?Ó
He could see by the way she bristled at the insulting moniker that it was a
long way from over.
ÒWhat is your problem with
him, Spike?Ó
ÒI just donÕt cotton to
military men from Iowa. IÕve told
you that, pet.Ó He feinted left,
caught her off guard and tossed her into the padded wall. Hard. ÒThe question is what is your
problem? Are you just trying to
make him jealous and have some good old angry sex once you meet up with him
later? Because that seems a little
out of character for the two lovebirds I saw a few months back.Ó
ÒI donÕt know what I
want.Ó She got up slowly, put her
hands on her knees and bent over, panting.
ÒGod it feels good to be this worn out.Ó
He knew when he was being
handed a come-on. ÒOh, I could do
much better in the wearing you out department, Christine.Ó
The amused look she sent him
was the same one Buffy used to give him.
The one that said: ÒBeen there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt.Ó Looked like she really had settled in
for the long haul with Kirk.
ÒI made him so mad Spike. I mean heÕs been annoyed with me before,
but this was different. I...I hurt
him.Ó She sank to the mats on the
floor, sitting cross legged, the way she used to do
after theyÕd sparred back on Earth.
ÒAnd I donÕt even know why I did it.Ó
ÒYou mean that very, very
friendly hug you gave me? Oh, heÕll
get over that. IÕm sure he has this
place wired up to see if weÕre shagging like mad fiends.Ó
She grinned.
ÒOr using magic to far-see or
whatever he does with his gifts.Ó
He let his eyebrows waggle.
ÒHe does just fine with his
gifts.Ó She sighed. ÒI...this isnÕt...Ó She suddenly pushed herself to
her feet and started to pace.
ÒSpock is going through the Pon Farr—you
remember what that is?Ó
ÒThat rut thing you told me
about? ÔMe fight for mate, mate no
want me, me kill best friend insteadÕ?Ó
She laughed. ÒYouÕre oversimplifying.Ó
ÒIÕm summarizing.Ó He grinned and felt a little pang at her
return grin. Same way heÕd always felt
when heÕd made Buffy smile. Slayers
lived such dark lives; their smiles always came as a shock.
ÒWell, SpockÕs
going through it right now.
The burning. The
overwhelming urge to mate.Ó
ÒWith wolf girl, I bet.Ó His apparent astuteness earned him a
very mean glare. ÒWhich you are not
happy about.Ó
She turned and walked over to
him, loomed over him in fact. ÒHe
was mine.Ó
ÒYes. Past tense. Then there was me. And now Kirk. Oh and almost that Watcher Vamp.Ó
ÒDavid.Ó
ÒWhatever. The point is SpockÕs not yours now, so
why do you give a damn?Ó
ÒThatÕs what Jim wants to
know.Ó
ÒWell, yeah. YouÕre his woman, as he made pretty damn
clear on that stupid planet.Ó
ÒI love Jim. I donÕt love Spock, not that way.Ó She sighed. ÒBut...I hate Janice.Ó
ÒWhy?Ó
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒWhy do you hate her? What did she do to you?Ó
ÒSheÕs a werewolf.Ó
ÒOh, so you donÕt like them?Ó
ÒI donÕt like her cousin.Ó
He frowned, not sure he was
following completely. ÒLove, you
like me but I can promise you youÕd hate my cousin, probably most of my mumÕs
side of the family. Family ties
shouldnÕt damn her. Work harder to
explain how this is her fault.Ó
ÒShe lied to me. She was one of my best friends and a werewolf
and I didnÕt know.Ó
He suddenly understood. ÒThose are two different things. She didnÕt lie to you. She fooled you. And you hate that.Ó
ÒShe lied.Ó
ÒOh, so you asked her, ÔHey,
friend of mine thatÕs in Starfleet on this big, shiny ship, do you happen to be
a werewolf?ÕÓ By her glare it was
clear she hadnÕt. ÒDid you happen
to mention that you were the local slayer and if she saw any scary supernatural
happenings to let you know?Ó
She took a longsuffering
breath.
ÒOh, for GodÕs sake, Christine. You missed it when it was right under
your nose. And that makes you crazy
because you think youÕre bloody infallible when it comes to being a
slayer. But she missed it,
too. Fiends like us, itÕs in our
best interest to know whoÕs a slayer and whoÕs not if
we want to stay alive.Ó
ÒSheÕs not a fiend. SheÕs...Ó She looked down, clearly
unsure where she wanted to go with that thought.
He tried to bite back a
grin. God, heÕd loved these kinds
of talks with her. The endless
round and round till she finally saw reason and admitted he was right and oh so
wise. He was pretty sure this
session wouldnÕt end with the energetic sex those others had, though.
ÒOkay, so maybe IÕm
projecting a little on to her. But this thing with Spock. ItÕs making me crazy.Ó
ÒWell, of course it is. HeÕs your ex. You want him miserable. Pining over you for the rest of his
life.Ó
ÒI do not.Ó
ÒAll right, maybe not
miserable. But you certainly donÕt
want him shacking up with your former best pal and finding perfect happiness. Or even imperfect.Ó
ÒYou think IÕm that shallow?Ó
ÒI think youÕre that
human. We all are. Vamps, wolves, slayers. WeÕre complicated, screwed up people, no
matter what species we may be part of.Ó
He held his hand out, waited for her to pull him up before he said, ÒGo
make up with your boy. Tell him you
love him, and you just had a momentary brain tumor or something. Or tell him the truth. You donÕt love Spock but seeing him move
on hurts a little. IÕm sure Kirk
can relate, somewhere in his past is no doubt a woman he let go and felt the
same way over.Ó
ÒI love you.Ó
He pulled her in for a
hug. ÒI know you do, pet. And you know I adore you. With or without the fringe benefits.Ó He touched her cheek, indulged himself
for just a moment, then let her go. ÒThanks for the lift, by the way. I wasnÕt sure your fella would let us
aboard, but Angel wasnÕt worried.Ó
ÒHowÕs it going with Angel?Ó
ÒHowÕs what going with
Angel?Ó
ÒYou know...the job...?Ó
He followed her out of the
gym. ÒYouÕre fishing for
something. And not very well.Ó
ÒAre you two...you know?Ó
He started to laugh. ÒMe and the big ponce? Are we doing it?Ó He turned away, not letting her see his
eyes as he laughed. Had he and
Angel been standing too close? Is
that what gave it away? ÒRight,
because thatÕs what IÕm going to do with my eternal life. Have a go at my grandsire.Ó
She laughed, in what sounded
like relief.
ÒWhat? You disapprove of the idea?Ó Or maybe she was the only woman not to
find Angel attractive. That would
be amazing.
ÒNo, IÕm just a bit short on
credits, and Jim and I have this bet...Ó
He laughed. ÒAnd Jim is with Angel right now, I bet,
since you dragged me off. Doing his
best to find out. Your boy seems a
determined one. How much are you going
to owe him?Ó
ÒHow much? You mean...?Ó
He gave her the breezy,
noncommittal smile that used to drive her nuts when they lived together. ÒOh, IÕm not admitting anything. But Angel...well, lets just say I may
have more in the way of stones when it comes to being grilled.Ó
She rolled her eyes. ÒAngel wonÕt crack.Ó
ÒNo, he probably wonÕt.Ó
She took his arm, squeezed it
once. ÒWell, whether you are or you
arenÕt with him, can you tell me this: are you happy?Ó
He met her eyes. ÒYeah, pet. I actually am.Ó He nodded at the figure coming down the
hall toward them—a rather annoyed looking starship captain in all his
glory. ÒNow, how about you go try
to be happy, too?Ó
ÒYouÕre very wise.Ó The look she gave him told him she
remembered how their talks used to end.
And that it was not ending that way this time—no surprise there.
She headed toward Kirk, and
Spike held back. Fire magic was
unpredictable and Kirk reeked of it.
Spike knew the likelihood was high that heÕd say something a little too
smart ass that would set Kirk off, so he did the sensible thing and headed for
the turbo lift. Quickly.
##
Chapel smiled sheepishly at
Jim as she walked toward him. His
smile managed to be infinitely patient while also wary. The man loved her, but he was no oneÕs
punching bag. She knew enough from
what heÕd said about Janice Lester to know he could walk away if she ever went
too far too many times.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó she said softly
as she finally reached him.
ÒFor which part?Ó
ÒAll of them. Well, except the turbolift.Ó
He started to grin, and she
could tell it was irritating him that she was making him smile. ÒIt has not been a good day.
Other than our turbolift moment.Ó
ÒI know. I really am sorry.Ó
ÒYou just took off with
Spike. I felt a bit abandoned.Ó
She swallowed hard. ÒI didnÕt leave you for Spike the way I
ran from Spock. And for the record,
I didnÕt leave Spock for Spike.
Spike found me. He saved
me. And heÕs always given me good
advice.Ó
ÒSounds like a match made in
heaven.Ó
ÒIt is.Ó She took his arm and turned him so he
couldnÕt glare at where Spike had been standing. ÒFor a friend. A friend that helped me see some things about myself that maybe I donÕt like very
much.Ó
ÒYeah?Ó
ÒYeah.Ó She took a deep breath. ÒCan we go to your quarters? I really want to talk about this.Ó
He studied her. ÒThatÕs good, isnÕt it?Ó
ÒI think it is. WeÕve been riding this high for a long
time. We waited so long to be
together, and it was so good to finally have what we wanted.Ó
ÒAnd this was our first real
fight.Ó
ÒWeÕve had some others.Ó
ÒThose were arguments. This was...different. You walked away from me. Several times.Ó
ÒI did. But Jim, for me, sometimes IÕm going to
do that. Because if I donÕt, the
other option is to engage, and I donÕt always think before I open my
mouth. But itÕs important that I
walked, not ran.Ó
ÒOh sure. It made a huge difference what speed you
left when it was with Spike.Ó He
ushered her onto the turbolift, then urged her off
when it got to their deck. As soon
as the doors to his quarters shut behind them, he pushed her up against the
wall and kissed her.
A bit angrily.
Definitely
passionately.
And very,
very thoroughly.
Then he let her go and walked
away, taking a seat at the table and gesturing for her to take the one opposite
him. ÒWe talk.Ó
She sat. ÒThe thing with Spike was just
petty. IÕm sorry.Ó
ÒDonÕt do it again and weÕre
fine. WeÕre not petty, Chris.Ó
She nodded. ÒBut the thing with
Spock. ThatÕs a lot tougher.Ó
ÒAre you still in love with
him?Ó He cocked his head and seemed
to be studying her. ÒIs he your one
great love?Ó
ÒNo.Ó She smiled at him. ÒYou are. YouÕre the only one whoÕs ever known a
sane me. Or a getting-closer-to-sane
me.Ó
He seemed to relax. ÒSo IÕm the Angel to your Buffy?Ó
ÒI only ever heard the Spike
version of that story,Ó she said with a wink. ÒIÕm not sure that means the same thing
to me that it does to you.Ó
ÒRomeo to your Juliet? Antony to your Cleopatra?Ó
ÒDo you think we could be
people who donÕt die as part of their epic love story?Ó
He laughed. ÒIf we keep pulling bonehead moves like
today, weÕll be lucky to stay alive.Ó
He tapped the table, as if in frustration. ÒSpock checked the building out. It never occurred to me to use magic if
he was on the job.Ó
ÒBut next time it will. And to be fair to both of you, heÕs not
exactly at the top of his game today.
Or he wasnÕt earlier. Now,
heÕs probably doing just fine.Ó She
could hear the bitterness in her voice and grimaced.
ÒOkay, why do you care?Ó
ÒMaybe I thought heÕd want me
longer? Maybe I didnÕt want to
envision him getting together with someone else, someone I donÕt trust.Ó She met JimÕs eyes. ÒIÕm not in love with him. But I still love him.Ó
ÒI understand that part of
it.Ó
ÒI donÕt like that it bothers
me. I will get past this. And
soon, I promise. This is going to
sound strange but maybe even though I left him, I didnÕt let go all the way. I thought he was mine, even though I
didnÕt want to be his. Does that
make sense?Ó
He nodded.
They sat quietly for a moment, the silence between them slowly turning from
cautious to comfortable. He finally
reached over and took her hand.
ÒSweetheart, weÕve been through hell and I know that you love me and
that you want to be with me. No
matter how much it stung today, I know you and I belong together.Ó
ÒWe do. IÕm so sorry.Ó
ÒDo you want to make it up to
me?Ó
She started to smile. ÒWhat did you have in mind?Ó
He didnÕt answer her smile
back. ÒWork things out with
Janice.Ó
Her smile faded.
ÒI mean it. We canÕt go on like this. I donÕt think Lori had any idea Spock
was with Janice. I donÕt believe
Janice is the spy—it could be anyone. It could be no one, just Lori using
magic to find out what she needs.
But if it is Janice, Spock will know. I canÕt imagine he could meld with
someone and not know they were betraying us.Ó
She could feel her mouth
tighten.
ÒAnd Chris. I think he loves her. Or at least cares
very, very much for her. I
would have moved one of you off this ship if I thought he still wanted you.Ó
She looked down. ÒI can back off, I guess.Ó
He stood and walked to the viewscreen.
ÒNo. ThatÕs not enough. You start to fix this. You figure out if you can be friends
with her again.Ó
ÒWhy? Because sheÕs with your best friend and
you want to double date? Or hey,
maybe you two could swap. You could
find out what youÕve been missing.Ó
He turned to look at her and
just shook his head.
She didnÕt like the
disappointment in his eyes. ÒI
canÕt trust her, Jim.Ó
ÒCanÕt or wonÕt?Ó
ÒI never knew she was a
werewolf. I used to sit in her
quarters, surrounded by all that pink and frill and never, ever knew she was
something from my old world.Ó She took
a deep breath. ÒMaybe itÕs myself I
canÕt trust, Jim. Maybe IÕm afraid
that sheÕll use me again.Ó
ÒHow did she use you then?Ó
ÒI donÕt think she was ever
my friend. I donÕt think she
ever really liked me.Ó She stopped
talking, realized that last part had been more truth than sheÕd meant to
share. Finally, she met his
eyes. ÒI sound like a teenager
again.Ó
ÒNo, you sound like someone
who never got to be a teenager. A normal one anyway.
Just...just tell me youÕll try, all right?Ó
ÒIÕll try.Ó She got up, walked over to him. ÒWeÕre all right?Ó
ÒOf course we are. We weathered worse than this on
Earth. Much, much worse.Ó He put his arm around her, drew her
close. ÒHow are we going to get
Lori, Chris? Is she always going to
be one step ahead of us?Ó
ÒYou know, we have two very
old vampires on board right now that might be the ones to talk to about
this. They have fought a lot of
things in their many days.Ó
ÒYou owe me fifty credits, by
the way.Ó
ÒI know, damn it. But SpikeÕs happy and IÕm glad.Ó
ÒIÕm still not sure I like
Angel. Something about him just
rubs me the wrong way. Like heÕs
always trying to screw with me.
Reminds me of Finnegan at the Academy.Ó
She started to laugh. Spike had filled in a lot of blanks
about his bloodline.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒOh, itÕs just that AngelÕs
Irish, too.Ó
ÒRight, the complete absence
of accent and the oh-so-Irish name are the giveaways?Ó
ÒAngelÕs not his name. I mean it is now, but itÕs wasnÕt when
he was turned, any more than Spike went by Spike back then.Ó She started to laugh. ÒAngel was originally from Galway. The black sheep son Liam of the Finnegan
family.Ó
ÒYouÕre making that up.Ó
ÒIÕm not. Ask him when youÕre not busy grilling
him over how to catch an alpha bitch of a werewolf.Ó
He began to nod, as if it all
made sense finally. ÒAll right then.Ó
As she turned to go, he
stopped her.
ÒWe donÕt have to go talk to
them right this minute, do we, Chris?Ó
He was already undoing her uniform, and his magic was battering against
her. He seemed to be producing some
pheromones of his own.
ÒAre you marking me so they
know IÕm yours?Ó
ÒPrimarily I plan to make love
to you. But yes, marking you did
cross my mind.Ó
She laughed and let him push
her down. He spent a very long time
marking her as his, and taking off any edge that remained in her, before they
went to talk to Angel and Spike.
##
Janice lay sated in SpockÕs
arms. She was sore, she was
bruised, and she was desperately in need of a shower, but she was happy.
Which was not a state she was
used to. She immediately began to
check Spock for love bites.
Christine would kill her if she turned Spock into a werewolf.
ÒJanice, what are you
doing?Ó Spock let her push him to
the side as she checked his back for any bites.
ÒJust making sure I didnÕt
lose control.Ó
He shook his head but let her
pull him to his other side and check his hips and other parts for any sign of a
misplaced nip.
ÒYou did not lose
control. I would remember.Ó He sounded very tired.
ÒWould you?Ó
ÒEverything we did is in
here.Ó He tapped his forehead
slowly. ÒThe Pon
Farr causes lust, not amnesia.Ó
She smiled down at him. She tapped her chest, over her
heart. ÒEverything we did is in
here.Ó Then she couldnÕt resist a
little leer. ÒAnd hereÓ—she
tapped her breasts—Òand here...Ó
He smiled as she pulled his
hand down the place she had in mind.
ÒYou are insatiable.Ó
He didnÕt seem to mind that
she was. Was moving his fingers
just the way she liked, there and there and there and—
She rode it down with a loud
moan, pulled him onto her when she realized he was ready for her, and let him
take her again. When he lay
sprawled on top of her, finally easing off and pulling her close, she said,
ÒIÕm crazy about you. And itÕs a
novel feeling for me, Spock. Especially
when you see the real me, you understand the real me, and you like me anyway.Ó
ÒI believe my feelings
qualify as more than just like.Ó
ÒOf course. But you also like me. I donÕt know
when thatÕs ever happened. To have
sex this many times and still want to talk to you afterwards. Still feel a little gooey lift in my
heart when you look at me the way you are now.Ó
ÒI make you happy?Ó
ÒYou do.Ó She smiled, knew it was an incredibly
light expression. In the past, it
would have been fake. Put on to hide the pain inside. The loneliness. The stigma of the
wolf—and of being a low-ranked one at that.
But this time the expression
wasnÕt put on. Spock made her
happy.
ÒDo I make you happy?Ó she
asked him.
ÒYou do.Ó He pulled her closer, rubbed her
back. ÒWe need sleep.Ó
ÒWe also need food and a
bath.Ó
ÒLater.Ó
She decided he was right and focused
on his hands on her skin, the heat of him so comforting. She was asleep in seconds.
##
Chapel watched Janice move
across the mess like she owned the place.
She looked over at Uhura and took a deep breath before she said, ÒDo you
hate her?Ó
ÒWho?Ó Uhura followed her
gaze. ÒOhhhhh. Am I supposed to? Because we used to be the three
musketeers, remember?Ó
ÒWere we, though? She lied. I lied. You were the only one who didnÕt.Ó
ÒI may have lied about some
things. But nothing at the scale of
the two of you, thatÕs for sure.Ó
Uhura smiled gently.
ÒJim wants me to fix this.Ó
ÒWhat do you want to do?Ó
ÒHonestly, I think itÕs
easier to just hate her.Ó
Uhura shrugged. ÒDo what youÕve got to do. For what itÕs worth, IÕve been spending
some time with her. A few lunches.
SheÕs pretty busy with Spock now so itÕs not like the old days, but itÕs
something.Ó
Something. That wasnÕt so much to ask, was it? ItÕs all Jim wanted from her.
Janice walked past them,
saying hello to Uhura, and settling for a stiff nod at Chapel.
ÒGo talk to her. And try not to threaten her if you
can.Ó Uhura laughed softly. ÒSpeak softly and all that.Ó
ÒThe other part of that
saying is and carry a big stick.Ó
ÒYour fist is your big
stick. Just try the first part,
okay?Ó She pushed ChapelÕs empty
tray toward her. ÒGo on, get out of
here.Ó
Chapel dumped her stuff in
the recycler and left the mess. She
was afraid Janice had been headed to SpockÕs quarters but she found her in the
transporter room, leaning back and enjoying a protein shake. Janice put the drink down and got up
quickly when she saw Chapel.
ÒIÕm not here to fight.Ó
ÒRight.Ó Janice seemed to be trying to find the
right stance, as if she really was going to have to defend herself from Chapel.
Chapel moved back and to her
right, finding the wall and sliding down it till she was sitting on the floor,
arms crossing her chest. ÒIÕm
serious.Ó
Janice just stared at her.
ÒIÕm angry that I didnÕt know
what you were. I question
everything from back then. Replay
things you said and they take on new meaning.Ó
Janice finally sat back down
on her stool, but she left the shake on the floor. ÒI didnÕt know what you were,
either. Why would I tell you what I
was? WeÕre trained from childhood
not to tell normal people what we are.Ó
She looked down. ÒAnd I was
too stupid to know a slayer was one of my best friends.Ó
ÒIÕm surprised Lori didnÕt
tell you. She seems to know
everything.Ó
Janice made a deprecating
sound. ÒLori barely knows IÕm
alive. SheÕs our golden girl and
IÕm...Ó She
sighed. ÒIÕm the omega to her
alpha. If there were a letter after
omega, IÕd be that.Ó
ÒI bet youÕd like that to
change? Make her respect you? Help her?Ó
Janice narrowed her eyes. ÒRespect me? You just donÕt get wolves at all,
Christine. SheÕll never respect me. My place in the pack is permanent. I
worked my ass off to get where I am in Starfleet and IÕll never be anything to
my family. Not when Admiral Ciani is our standard-bearer. Help her? I hate
her. IÕd rather die than help
her.Ó Janice took a deep
breath. Her face was flushed and
she looked like she might cry.
Everything that Chapel relied
on told her that Janice was telling the truth.
ÒI guess weÕve both been through
hell,Ó Chapel finally said. ÒYouÕd
think that would bring us closer together, not land us on different sides.Ó
ÒIÕm not on a side. Or maybe I am. IÕm on whatever side SpockÕs on. I love him.Ó Janice stared at her as if daring Chapel
to say she didnÕt.
Or to say it wouldnÕt last.
Chapel looked away. Gave her that victory. ÒI think he loves you, too.Ó
ÒAnd youÕre with the
captain. And the version of us back
then, who did our hair and laughed at dumb jokes and obsessed over these guys
would be appalled at how things turned out.Ó
ÒThey wouldnÕt recognize
us. But then, weÕre not hiding
anymore.Ó
ÒNo. WeÕre not.Ó Janice took a deep breath. ÒIÕm not sure we can ever be friends
again.Ó
ÒI know. IÕm not either.Ó Chapel met her eyes. ÒBut maybe we donÕt have to be enemies?Ó
ÒI could live with
that.Ó Janice sighed. ÒSpock needs to be with the
captain. I canÕt give him chess or
anything else their friendship provides.
You and I, weÕre going to be in each otherÕs orbit whether we like it or
not.Ó
ÒAwkward as hell.Ó
Janice nodded. ÒYeah.Ó
ÒMaybe we could do something
with Nyota sometime. SheÕs the most sane one of us.Ó
ÒAnd part of the club,
right? YouÕre friend. McCoyÕs girlfriend.Ó
ÒShe went through a lot with
us on Earth. More than Len did.Ó
ÒShe told me he was gone
nearly that whole time. She didnÕt
tell me what she was doing unless it had nothing to do with you.Ó
Chapel smiled. It was a gift for Janice to say
that. ÒThanks.Ó
ÒMaybe someday the two of you
could tell me about it? Like at
lunch or something?Ó
ÒYeah. Maybe.Ó Chapel pushed herself up. ÒBe good to Spock, okay?Ó
ÒOr youÕll hurt me?Ó The old defiance was back in JaniceÕs
voice.
She turned to look at
her. ÒProbably. I donÕt know. Just...be good to him.Ó
ÒI will.Ó
Chapel turned and walked
out. She felt more confused than
anything as she took the lift to the bridge and saw Jim turn to see who had
decided to visit.
He took in her expression, then smiled gently. ÒThank you.Ó
She walked over to stand beside
his chair. Not touching him but his
magic was running over her like he had twenty hands, soothing, loving her.
ÒMaybe itÕll be okay.Ó She turned to look at Spock. He was not looking at her. She smiled at his back anyway. ÒMaybe weÕll all be okay.Ó
ÒMaybe so.Ó
She took a deep breath and
gave him her gamest smile. ÒDuty
calls. Thank you for the mojo
massage.Ó
He grinned and let her
go. But the feel of his magic
stayed with her for hours.
##
Spock seemed to be spending
an inordinate amount of time studying the chessboard and Kirk debated calling
time on him.
Finally Spock moved. ÒYour game has changed, Jim. You make moves that appear random and
are not.Ó
Kirk thought it was more that
Spock had a Pon Farr hangover of the highest order
and was simply not at his mental peak—but he resisted saying so. ÒMaybe itÕs the magic.Ó He moved another piece, not really
caring what he risked.
ÒPerhaps so.Ó Spock let his eyebrows pull down into a
frown as he tried to apply logic to KirkÕs randomness. ÒI regret I missed your strategy session
with Spike and Angel.Ó
ÒYes, you missed loads of
fun. Do you know that Angel appears
to be from the same family that spawned my nemesis Finnegan?Ó
ÒIt is, indeed, a small
world. Especially if one is
immortal.Ó
ÒAnd lucky. How those two havenÕt been staked yet is
a mystery to me. On sheer
obnoxiousness alone...Ó
SpockÕs lips ticked up. ÒDid they have any ideas worth
considering on how to find Admiral Ciani?Ó
ÒNo. They did say theyÕd ask around their own
network. But I doubt their network
runs in the same circles as LoriÕs.Ó
ÒIt is highly doubtful.Ó Spock leaned back. ÒDid you know Christine approached
Janice?Ó
ÒYou mean in a way that
didnÕt put Janice at risk of physical harm?Ó
ÒYes. An overture of sorts.Ó
ÒYes, IÕm aware.Ó He smiled at Spock. ÒJan okay with that?Ó
ÒI believe she was quite
relieved. She misses her
friend. She wonÕt admit it, but
there is much that becomes apparent during a meld of long duration.Ó
ÒI bet.Ó Kirk was a bit glad he and Chris didnÕt
share that much intimacy. They were
both a little too battle worn to be delving into those dark depths. What they had was perfect—most of
the time. Perfect all the time
would get boring.
ÒIf you had something to do
with it, Jim, I do appreciate it.Ó
ÒMe? Tell a slayer what to do? Surely you jest?Ó He grinned, seeing SpockÕs eyes
lighten a bit.
ÒYou are quite adept at
getting her to do what you want.Ó
ÒOh, old friend, I have you
truly snookered if you believe that.Ó
Old friend. Best
friend. Having this interaction
back, especially after feeling like heÕd never see Spock again, never be
welcome in SpockÕs life again, was wonderful.
Spock was back to studying
the board, trying to make sense of chaos.
ÒI will endeavor to study the readings I took of that door. If I can identify how she hid the
entrance, I may be able to find the next one.Ó
ÒGood idea.Ó He leaned back, stared out the viewscreen, thought of Lori and her search for Kirsu. How he
and one little girl had held her off last time. One little girl who
probably deserved a better life than she had with the slayers. ÒHave you decided what to do about
Saavik yet?Ó
ÒI would like to take her to
Vulcan, but I worry what Nogura would do to her if he
learned of her existence. And I
fear he would learn of it, given what Lori knew of my background.Ó
ÒYou really have a brother?Ó
Spock nodded. ÒI have not kept it from you—it is
just something our family does not speak of. But perhaps we should...Ó He shook
himself. ÒSarek would never allow
it.Ó
ÒWould Sarek allow Saavik in
your family?Ó
ÒI believe so. But it is not time to ask him.Ó
ÒAgreed. For now, sheÕll stay where she is.Ó Kirk nodded. Saavik was safe where she was. Safe if not precisely
with her own kind.
Then again, who knew what
kind she was exactly. Kirk might
hold the key to the Romulan conspiracy Nogura so feared and he wasnÕt sharing it.
And he never would. Not as long as Saavik was an innocent.
Kirk saw McCoy come in, waved
him over.
McCoy studied the board for a
moment, then looked at Kirk with a smile. ÒBit rusty, Mister Spock? Our friend seems to be skunking you.Ó
ÒThere is no skunk in chess,
as you well know.Ó
McCoy held up his hands. ÒMe? IÕm just a plain old country
doctor. Checkers is more my speed.Ó
ÒOf course, Doctor. My mistake.Ó
ÒCrazy few days. Nice to see Spike
again, though. Boy makes me
laugh.Ó
ÒThat boy is several
centuries older than you are, Doctor.Ó
ÒOh, youÕre still mad at him
over Christine. Admit it, Spock. HeÕs a funny guy.Ó
ÒHumor is not a concept I
resonate with.Ó
ÒI know. Otherwise youÕd appreciate me
more.Ó McCoy pulled up a chair and put
his feet up. ÒSure is nice to have
the whole gang all together.Ó
Kirk shared a look with
Spock. A look both world weary and
amused. Then he smiled at
McCoy. ÒIt sure as hell is, Bones.Ó
FIN