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Someone ElseÕs Wife
by Djinn
How It Began
Chapel
looked around the complex that housed the FederationÕs forward-placed
diplomatic department on Laresian Prime. Kevin was practically foaming at the
mouth as he explained this and that about the planet. Not that she didnÕt
know. Truth to tell she was
smarter than Kevin, but she didnÕt usually bother rubbing that in.
Kevin
had come along at a time when sheÕd needed some consoling in a big way. HeÕd been great in bed, easy on the
eyes, and a true gentleman.
Oh,
and heÕd worshipped her. Past tense.
SheÕd
never worshipped him, but heÕd made her forget that Spock had found happiness
with that she-wolf Valeris.
Temporary happiness as it turned out. If Valeris hadnÕt been deported to QoÕnos, Chapel might have hunted her down for getting Jim
and Len sent to Rura Penthe. The fact that Valeris had snared Spock
would just have been icing on the ÒYou hurt me, I hurt youÓ cake.
Chapel
had found, though, that KevinÕs courtly manners that reminded her of Len at his
best and the beautiful smile that sheÕd thought similar to JimÕs, masked a mind
that moved about two warp factors slower than either of those two menÕs, and
that might still be giving Kevin too much credit.
HeÕd
milked charm and looks and a powerful family for all they were worth.
The
bad news: sheÕd married him before she found this out. The good news: it was a term
marriage. TheyÕd renewed it the
first few years, but she had no intention of renewing it again. She hadnÕt told Kevin that yet.
And the logic behind that omission? If she had told him, she wouldnÕt have
been invited to accompany him on this assignment. Where Spock was in charge of the
diplomatic department. Spock, who had approved her husbandÕs transfer. Spock who handpicked
every person who was assigned to his department. Spock who did not suffer fools lightly.
Spock who had recently come to Ops to look her up.
Spock who had never before come to Ops for that reason.
ÒWalk
with me?Ó Spock had asked.
SheÕd
gotten up and followed him out. They
walked for quite a bit, no words exchanged. She wondered if he thought she would
break the silence: if so, he thought wrong.
ÒYour
marriage is happy?Ó he finally asked with no preamble, no chipper small talk,
or whatever Vulcans did before dissecting romantic unions.
She
studied him. He looked different
than he had the last time she saw him—at JimÕs memorial, after the
Enterprise B
launch a few weeks ago.
Spock looked very focused now; at the memorial, heÕd just looked lost.
ÒIt
is a simple question, Christine.Ó
ÒMaybe
itÕs not.Ó She touched his arm,
eased him into an alcove where they could sit. At his look, she said, ÒI donÕt want to
walk and talk. I want to see you
when we talk.Ó
He
sat and stared at her, and it reminded her of all the times heÕd stared at her
when theyÕd been lovers. Times that never lasted because he was always looking past her. Although to be fair to him—and she
prided herself on trying to be fair to him so that when he really fucked up,
she could hate him with a clear conscience—heÕd usually been driven to
her by the Pon Farr, not romantic whimsy. At least as far as she could
tell—heÕd never actually told her what drove him to her, and sheÕd never
asked. The answer probably wouldnÕt
have pleased her and sheÕd been smart enough to know that.
ÒWhy
are you staring at me?Ó she asked, letting rancor creep into her voice.
ÒBecause
I wish to.Ó
ÒIÕm
not yours.Ó
ÒI
am aware of that.Ó He broke the
gaze for a moment, then was right back on her with the
intensity. ÒWill you end your
marriage?Ó
She
gave him a mean little shrug—not the meanest in her repertoire, but
close. ÒWhy do you care?Ó
He
gave her the same shrug back—sheÕd have bet a lot of credits he wouldnÕt
have been able to replicate the bitchiness of her gesture, but he came through
like a champ. ÒI ask again: will
you end your marriage?Ó
ÒI
will.Ó
ÒHave
you told your husband this?Ó
ÒNot
yet.Ó
He
did not look away. ÒIs it because
he has applied to work with me?Ó
She
could feel her face flushing. ÒWell,
now, that would make me pathetic, wouldnÕt it?Ó She started to get up. ÒLook, if you want him to come and donÕt
want me there too, IÕll tell him tonight.Ó
He
yanked her back down. Harder than she expected. ÒDo not.Ó
ÒDo
not?Ó She pulled her arm away. ÒIs that an order?Ó
He
seemed to realize what he had done and exhaled slowly. ÒNo. Did I hurt you?Ó
ÒFortunately
for you, you did not. Ticked me off
a bit, though.Ó
ÒI
have always been adept at aggravating you.Ó
ÒYes. Yes, you have.Ó She stood up and this time he didnÕt try
to stop her. ÒAre you seriously
considering his request?Ó
ÒIf
both of you came. There are several
billets you would be excellent for.
Medical, Emergency Management.Ó
She
started to laugh. ÒYou want me
there?Ó
ÒDid
I not just say that?Ó
She
sat back down—standing up had just been to test him. ÒWhy donÕt you simply ask for me,
then? Why saddle yourself with him? You wonÕt like him. I can guarantee it.Ó
ÒI
am aware of that. His reputation
precedes him.Ó
ÒThen
why?Ó
ÒI
am, unfortunately, bound by Federation bureaucracy. While I have many billets I am free to
fill in diplomatic, the other positions are not mine to fill, unless of course,
they are filled with partners of diplomats.Ó
ÒThis
isnÕt you. This isnÕt how you do
things.Ó She narrowed her eyes,
remembering how he stole the ship to get Pike to that planet, how he tried to
steal the ship to get to Vulcan. ÒWell,
most of the time.Ó
He
almost smiled. ÒYour father-in-law,Ó
was all he said.
ÒAh.Ó She leaned back. Jack Porter. Her father-in-law. Hands in every pot in the quadrant. Friend of
everyone—or possibly he just had something on everyone, it was hard to tell.
Definitely someone that could grease wheels if Spock
needed it. And Jack had
always wanted his boy to work with the architect of Klingon peace. Another thing she knew: he hated
her. Had not wanted Kevin to marry
her, had been the one to insist on it being a term marriage. Not that sheÕd minded that. But Kevin had initially wanted a
traditional wedding.
She
owed Jacko for being an asshole. ÒLet me guess. He made you an offer you couldnÕt
refuse.Ó
ÒThere
is no offer I cannot refuse. You
know me better than that, Christine.
He made me an offer I had no desire to refuse—an offer that
benefitted me greatly on the diplomatic front and also, in the process, will
free you from your inconvenient marriage.Ó
ÒInconvenient? I wasnÕt aware that you even notice I
got hitched.Ó
ÒI
noticed.Ó
She
leaned in. Much
too close. But it was a very
private alcove on a not very travelled hallway. ÒDid it hit you where you live when I
married someone else? When I
finally said, ÔHey, IÕm not going to sit around and be SpockÕs sex toy
anymoreÕ?Ó She leaned closer, her
lips nearly on his. ÒI imagine when
your girl turned out to be a big, fat traitor, you missed old reliable me,
huh?Ó
He
pushed her back just slightly.
ÒChristine, take care. With
all that has happened. With Valeris.
And Jim. I
am...unpredictable.Ó
She
started to laugh, and he backed up abruptly. ÒDo you actually think you were ever
predictable?Ó She touched his
cheek, was surprised when he seemed to flinch. ÒSo youÕre going to break up my
marriage?Ó
ÒIf
that is all right with you?Ó
ÒI
donÕt give a damn what you do.
Kevin hasnÕt slept with me in months.Ó
She
could see Spock found that statement very, very interesting. She leaned in, closer and closer, till
her lips were very nearly on his again.
ÒSpock, one thing you should know.
If you want me this time—if you really, really want
me—youÕre going to have to work for it. Very, very hard.Ó She pulled away, rose in one fluid
movement that she knew he wasnÕt expecting, and walked off.
A
week later Kevin had told her heÕd been accepted for a position on SpockÕs staff.
ÒWeÕre
going to Laresian Prime,Ó he had said, laughing. In the early days, he would have grabbed
her, spun her around. Not now.
And
now, in the lobby of the complex, he turned to her and smiled. ÒWeÕre really here.Ó
ÒWe
really are.Ó She gave him her best smile, saw his surprise and answering smile.
It
was true, after all. They were
there. Even if she knew only one of
them was really wanted.
##
Chapel
did not seek Spock out. Her billet
was in medical and in medical she stayed.
It
took him five and a half hours to come see her. ÒYou are settling in?Ó he asked her as
he walked into her office.
She
could tell by the looks of the other doctors and nurses
outside her office that medical was not a place the director of
diplomatic frequented except under protest.
ÒI
am. Thank you.Ó
He
nodded. Now that she was here, the
focus heÕd shown on Earth was missing.
He actually seemed...nervous.
Or
else he knew this would be the sure way to make her feel sorry for him. Draw her out. But that would be giving him a lot of
credit—then again, you donÕt become a crack negotiator by not
understanding other people.
She
sat tight, smiling pleasantly, letting him stew in his pretend nerves.
His
expression changed as time passed, and she started to grin.
ÒI
almost fell for it, Spock.Ó
ÒI
have improved, have I not?Ó
ÒVery
much so.Ó She mock clapped.
He
inclined his head and she laughed.
ÒWould you care to have lunch?
We could...catch up is the phrase, is it not?Ó
ÒYou
donÕt normally come down to Medical just to shoot the shit, do you, Spock?Ó
ÒI
do not.Ó
ÒDo
you regularly eat lunch?Ó
ÒYes,
but at my desk generally.Ó
ÒDo
you really wish to compound the signal youÕve already sent by coming down here
by breaking another routine?Ó
ÒYou
are a shipmate. A trusted
friend.Ó He didnÕt falter, even
when she rolled her eyes at the label.
ÒWe have served together for many years. Faced death many times.Ó
ÒHad
many orgasms together.Ó She said it
softly enough that it wouldnÕt travel out of her office.
ÒI
intend to omit that part if asked about you.Ó His almost smile was adorable; she
chided herself for falling for it so easily.
ÒWhen
Kevin does leave, do you really want a scandal?Ó
ÒThere
will be no scandal. We are friends. You said I had to work for it, did you
not?Ó
ÒI
did.Ó
ÒThen
we will be friends. And Kevin will
go. And I will be there for you
when he does—as a friend.
Friends console one another in such times, do they not? And in time, when I have worked for it sufficiently, we will be
lovers.Ó Spock was keeping his
voice low, too.
ÒYou
have this all planned out.Ó
He
nodded.
ÒOne
problem, Einstein. I may want out
of my marriage. I wanted out even
before you came to see me. But IÕm not
sure I want you.Ó
ÒThat is a lie.Ó
ÒAnd
you know this from your new and improved social skills?Ó
ÒNo,
Vulcans have an enhanced sense of smell.
You studied us a great deal when you were so fascinated with me,
Christine. How could you miss that
detail?Ó
ÒThatÕs
how you and Sarek do it. The
negotiations. You can smell arousal.
Excitement of any kind. Fear. Mistrust.Ó
He
nodded.
ÒYou
can really smell me?Ó She made a
face.
ÒIt
is not an unpleasant smell.Ó He was
back with the intensity again.
ÒStop
that.Ó
The
look was gone immediately.
She
wished she could control her emotions so well. ÒSo friends, then divorce, then lovers,
huh?Ó
ÒIf
you have a path you prefer, I am open to hearing it.Ó
ÒWeÕve
never been friends. That might be
novel.Ó She knew her voice wasnÕt
brimming over with enthusiasm.
ÒLunch
would be a beginning.Ó
ÒKevin
would kill to have lunch with you.Ó
ÒI
am not interested in dining with your husband.Ó
She
shook her head. ÒHow long are you
going to keep him here?Ó
ÒHis
posting is for a year. He will be
here a year. His review will be
satisfactory, unless he does something to warrant better or worse.Ó
ÒIn
other words, youÕll evaluate him fairly?Ó
ÒYes. And just so we are clear: I will not be
sleeping with his wife.Ó
She
let one side of her mouth turn up, knew it was a smile he found attractive,
sensual. ÒBut I have a feeling
youÕll want to.Ó
ÒDo
you plan to torment me during the year?Ó
She
gave him a less mean version of her shrug.
He
shot her an expression that had to be the Vulcan equivalent of an eye roll.
Getting to Know You
Spock
sat across from Christine in the complexÕs cafeteria. A mixture of Starfleet and other
Federation personnel sat around them, but many were in civilian
clothes—the last thing the Federation wanted was to make their diplomatic
mission look like a military outpost any more than they needed to.
ÒThese
facilities are first rate,Ó she said as she looked up at him and gave him the
guarded smile he was getting used to from her. He could not remember the last time heÕd
seen the smile he remembered from the Enterprise.
It
gave him some pause that it bothered him what kind of expression she wore, but
sheÕd been right when sheÕd said he wanted her because of what she represented
to him. SheÕd always been there for
him and now, when he found himself with no Jim and no Valeris,
heÕd sought her out.
He
might have done it even if PorterÕs father had not contacted him, even if
Porter himself had not sent him an overly eager letter of application for one
of his openings.
It
was highly dishonorable to go after another manÕs wife. That had not, however, stopped Stonn, a man Spock had considered a friend, and Stonn and TÕPring were happy now. They lived long and prospered.
Spock
had been honorable and what was his reward? Long life, perhaps, but those he loved
most had betrayed him or been taken from him.
Except this woman.
She
believed he had no feelings for her; she was wrong, but she was right in that
he had never let any of them out for her to see. HeÕd done that for any number of
reasons, most of which did not make a great deal of sense to him anymore.
Except one. His father approved of
her. Sarek had commended her to
Spock when he met Christine on the Enterprise
during the voyage to Babel. A fact
Spock did not appreciate, the incident with TÕPring being still raw—that
heÕd been bonded to her at all had been the decision of the man now telling him
that Christine would also be an acceptable mate. Sarek had championed Christine again
after VÕger, when Spock had seemed, no doubt, more
open and emotional. Weaker, Spock
had always thought his father had thought him. Malleable. Sarek had noted ChristineÕs scientific
accomplishments, her quick attainment of an M.D.
And
then after the trial of Jim and the others, his father had been especially
pointed. Spock had wondered whether
if Sarek had not been married to his mother, he would have pursued Christine
himself. And now the praise went
beyond her ability to nurture, her scientific achievements, or her quick
wit. It went to her loyalty, to her
command presence, to her ability to achieve results.
So,
Sarek had been ChristineÕs advocate.
The proverbial Òkiss of deathÓ for Spock growing up and apparently well
into adulthood. But heÕd been drawn
to her nonetheless. Had let his
body overrule his brain and rebellious pride more than once. No doubt hurting her in the process
every time he left her.
ÒWhat
are you thinking about? You look so
grim.Ó She pushed her plate
away.
ÒThe
past.Ó
ÒOh. That explains it.Ó Again the half smile.
This
Christine had changed in ways he could not quite determine. If they were closer friends—or
friends at all, as she would undoubtedly say—he would probably be better
equipped to figure it out. He would
try a more rational approach since he had no intuitive help on this. ÒHow are you finding
medicine after so long away?Ó
She
laughed softly and shook her head.
ÒSlow.Ó
ÒYou
are bored?Ó
ÒNot
quite. ItÕs just the pace some
days. But IÕm good in an emergency,
and we do get a lot of those, being the nearest Federation medical facility the
far-flung colonies have. Ò
ÒDo
you miss Emergency Operations?Ó
ÒSometimes. ItÕs in my blood. I spent so many years there. But itÕs not always a nice place, so in
a way I feel like IÕm detoxing here.
As if this discomfort is necessary, to get to a more balanced
place. A pace that isnÕt quite so
frenetic.Ó
ÒI
often travel with a medical officer.
If you need a change of pace, you are welcome to accompany us on a
diplomatic mission.Ó
She
smiled and finally it was a real smile.
ÒBecause sitting around watching diplomats work is preferable to giving
crew physicals?Ó
He
had to concede the point. ÒThe
planets are often interesting.Ó
ÒIÕll
give you that. But IÕve seen a lot
of worlds.Ó
ÒIn
an emergency state. Not at their
best. Not decorated and fully
stocked, to demonstrate to our delegation their advances and riches.Ó
ÒIÕll
give you that. Landslide season on Elivias Sella was probably not
the best time to see the planet.Ó
She studied him. ÒKevinÕs
happy. He canÕt stop talking about
you since that mission you let him backbench on. If you were his idol before, youÕre a
god now.Ó
He
had done that to get to know the man.
To see if he should stop what he was doing. If there was any part of Kevin Porter
who still loved his wife. There did
not appear to be. In fact, to
SpockÕs way of thinking, there did not appear to be that much to Kevin
Porter. He had to wonder why
Christine married him. He was
handsome and must be skilled in bed.
But Spock did not envision scintillating pillow talk—or any other
kind—for the two of them.
ÒI
am far from a god, as you well know.Ó
He sipped his water. ÒAre
you happy?Ó
ÒYou
just asked me that.Ó
ÒNo,
I asked you how you were finding medical.Ó
She
seemed to shut down. SheÕd done it
before during their lunches, usually when he asked her seemingly innocuous
questions like the one he just had.
ÒWhat is happiness?Ó
And
just as now, she more often than not answered like a zen master.
He
lifted an eyebrow. ÒIn the past, I
do not believe I would have had to define it for you.Ó
She
shrugged, drank her coffee, and studied him instead.
He
found it highly unnerving. Something
he would never had been able to say about her before.
##
Spock
made his way around the banquet hall.
The complex director was throwing his monthly mixer for those just
arrived and those leaving, and Spock found himself watching Christine and
Porter interact.
They
barely spoke to each other. Her
smile was distinctly pro forma when introduced, PorterÕs more real. She had always struck Spock as what his
mother deemed a Òpeople person,Ó but this was not what he was seeing now.
She
turned away, saw Spock watching her, and made her way to the bar without
acknowledging him in any way. But
the minute he walked up behind her, she said, ÒCouldnÕt help yourself?Ó
As
the bartender was at the other end of the bar and she had chosen a less
populated part to stand at, he decided not to react to what was clearly a goad
with any kind of reprimand about discretion. ÒYour mood is worse than usual.Ó
ÒWow,
go for the jugular, Spock.Ó
He
studied her. ÒWhat is wrong?Ó
ÒI
donÕt like these things.Ó
He
remembered differently. Remembered
her laughing with Uhura, with Leonard and Jim and Rand. Smiling. Happy to be there. He generally left ship get-togethers
before she did. ÒYou always enjoyed
the parties on the ship.Ó
ÒI
knew everyone. And I wasnÕt with
him.Ó She sighed. ÒI should have just divorced him on
Earth and been done with it.Ó
The
bartender came down and asked for their order. Spock expected her to order something
highly intoxicating, but she asked for tonic water. He did the same.
ÒShocked
you, didnÕt I? Thought I was going
to drown my sorrows?Ó
ÒIt
occurred to me. Given your state of
mind.Ó
ÒYou
have no idea of my state of mind, Spock.
You only know the apparent mood IÕm in.Ó
ÒThey
are, indeed, two different things.Ó
He held up his glass, saw her surprise. ÒTo understanding the difference? If youÕll let me in?Ó
She
clinked her glass against his.
ÒEventually.Ó
Who Blinks First
Kevin
was watching some type of sporting event.
He walked past her several times to get a fresh beer from the chiller
but other than that ignored her.
When
he sat down again, she put her padd down.
ÒIs something wrong?Ó
ÒI
heard you had lunch with Spock.Ó
ÒI
often have lunch with Spock. WeÕre
friends.Ó And a month into this
surreal posting, it was almost true.
ÒWhy
donÕt you include me?Ó
ÒBecause
youÕd be bored with stories of the Enterprise.Ó
ÒNo,
I wouldnÕt. I could sit and listen
to him talk about how to assemble an emergency kit and it would be
interesting.Ó
Was
he taking a swipe at her with that emergency comment? ÒAnd thatÕs probably why he doesnÕt want
you there. I actually provide some
bite to his day.Ó She went back to
her padd.
ÒMeaning
what? That IÕm boring and youÕre
not?Ó
She
met his eyes. ÒYou idolize
him. Do you have any idea how much
he hates that?Ó
He
swallowed hard. ÒBut you donÕt
idolize him, so he likes you?Ó
She
shrugged, the mean shrug, the really mean shrug. It was coming out more and more.
ÒThe
way Kirk liked you?Ó
She
could feel her mouth going tight, her expression becoming hard. ÒWe were friends.Ó The words came out without expression.
ÒI
know.Ó He shook his head, as if the
conversation was wearing him out.
ÒOur marriage is up for renewal in four months, Christine.Ó
ÒIÕm
aware.Ó
ÒI
donÕt want to renew.Ó
ÒMe,
either.Ó
ÒOkay,
then.Ó
ÒOkay.Ó
He
went back to his sports. She went
back to her padd.
ÒIÕm
sorry,Ó he said very softly.
She
pretended not to have heard.
##
ÒHe
wants out.Ó She was sitting in SpockÕs
office, aimlessly playing with an Andorian dust
catcher.
He
was working at his desk. ÒAre you
upset?Ó
ÒIÕm
upset that IÕm not upset.Ó
ÒSadly,
I understood that.Ó
She
put the trinket down and walked to the window in his office. ÒShould I feel bad?Ó
ÒOnly
you can answer that.Ó He stopped
what he was doing and walked over.
ÒYou loved him once?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know. I was stung over
Valeris. He was attractive and he
wanted me. He reminded me of Len
and Jim and, if I squinted really hard, you.Ó
ÒI
did care when I heard. It surprised
me how much I cared.Ó He glanced
over at her.
ÒDidnÕt
matter. You were with her. She was younger. Prettier. Smarter.Ó
ÒA
traitor.Ó
ÒOoh,
finally something I win at.Ó She
sighed. ÒItÕs really uncomfortable in
the apartment now.Ó
ÒWould
you like new quarters?Ó
ÒWill
it disrupt your master plan if I say yes?Ó
ÒNo. But perhaps you should ask him if it
would make things easier if you moved out?Ó
She
turned to look at him. ÒAnd how do I
explain that IÕm staying?Ó
ÒAh. Yes. That.Ó He walked back over to his desk. ÒIt is the strangest thing. YouÕve been asked to remain here by your
superior.Ó
ÒNo,
I havenÕt.Ó
ÒYou
will be.Ó
ÒAre
you putting him up to this?Ó
ÒNo. He mentioned he was very happy with you,
wished you were one of his picks so you didnÕt have to leave after a year.Ó
ÒWell,
wonÕt he be thrilled when Santa Spock gives him a Christine of his very own?Ó
ÒI
imagine he will.Ó Spock met her
gaze. ÒDoes this trouble you? Do you wish to leave?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó
ÒIs
this not Ôworking for itÕ? I am
arranging things quite carefully. For you. I am
risking censure. For you.Ó
ÒWhy? You didnÕt want me then, why do you want
me now? And what makes you think
itÕll be any different than before?
YouÕll have me after all this and then what? WeÕll be over.Ó
ÒWe
will not.Ó
ÒYou
donÕt know that. YouÕre acting out,
thatÕs all. After
Valeris. After Jim.Ó She picked up the Andorian
thing. ÒWhy do you have this?Ó
ÒI
am sentimental. I know you do not
believe that, but I am. And that is
why I want this. Why I want you.Ó
ÒI
should just leave. That would be
the sane thing to do.Ó
He
looked at her as if he thought she might seriously leave him. It would
be the sane thing to do, but when had she ever been sane about Spock?
Truths and Not SoÕs
ÒYour
husband came to see me today,Ó Spock said, watching carefully for ChristineÕs
reaction. He was never sure anymore
what she would give him back.
Chapel
stopped eating, stared across the table at him.
Spock
always chose a table that did not appear secluded, not a loversÕ table, but a
friendsÕ table. They sat across
from each other, never next to each other.
Today though, Spock had chosen a table a bit more out of the way than
usual. Still nothing to give anyone
pause, but they had privacy.
ÒAbout
us?Ó
ÒNo,
to my surprise. I thought he must
finally be curious as to the nature of our friendship.Ó
ÒHeÕs
too busy trying to form his own friendship with you—and wondering why
heÕs failing so spectacularly.Ó
ÒNo
doubt.Ó Spock pushed his plate away
and steepled his fingers. ÒI
believe his intentions are good, but he lacks finesse.Ó
ÒAlso
brainpower.Ó
ÒThat,
as well.Ó He studied her but not
with any real intensity. Not in
here, where anyone could see them.
She had been right that a scandal was best to be avoided. ÒWhen did you know you were not going to
renew your marriage?Ó
ÒWhen
Jim died.Ó
SpockÕs
eyebrow went up.
She
smiled gently. ÒNot the answer you
expected?Ó
ÒNot
at all.Ó
ÒYou
were expecting me to say it was when you and Valeris crashed and burned in the
fires of Khitomer?Ó
He
nodded.
ÒYou
didnÕt come to me, Spock, after Khitomer. Jim told me
to not give up. He was always
rooting for us, did you know that?Ó
He
shook his head.
ÒHe
was my friend, too. Did you know that?Ó
ÒOf
course. I did, on occasion, wonder
at the nature of your friendship with him.Ó
For
a moment, he saw her start to shut down, but she seemed to push through. ÒIt
wasnÕt like that. Some friendships
are just too good to screw up with sex.
And thatÕs not what I meant when I said I knew Kevin and I had to end
when Jim died.Ó She pushed her
plate away. ÒI had to stop using
Kevin. Because I was just doing to
him what you had done to me. Jim
was not in favor of the marriage.
He tried his best to talk me out of it. Kneejerk reaction
blah, blah, blah. Len, too.
Although Len wasnÕt quite so much in the Ôwait for SpockÕ camp.Ó
SpockÕs
lips ticked up, he could imagine what McCoy had said about the situation. ÒMost assuredly.Ó Then he narrowed his eyes. ÒYou believe I used you.Ó
ÒWell,
I let you use me. I wanted
you. I kept hoping that each time
would be different. Doing the same
thing and hoping for a different result—thatÕs insanity, you know?Ó
He
nodded.
ÒI
need you to understand something. I
donÕt know that IÕm going to stay here with you. I donÕt know that IÕm going to follow
your plan. IÕm letting you destroy whatÕs
left of Kevin and me because he and I already did the heavy lifting in that
department. And in the process, he
gets it on his record that he worked with you. Which was his dream. Maybe before he goes, you could have
lunch with him. ThatÕd be nice.Ó
ÒIf
you wish.Ó
ÒI
do. I think it would a good thing
to do.Ó
ÒI
assumed you still loved me, Christine.Ó
She
sighed and looked down. ÒI probably
still do. But I donÕt trust myself
around you and truth be told, I donÕt trust you. Not to love me, or to want me once
youÕve had me.Ó
ÒThose
are hard truths.Ó
ÒI
know.Ó
ÒIf
leaving is what you need to do, I will not try to keep you here.Ó
She
looked up at him. ÒSpock, you donÕt
even know why you want me here.
Other than I really am your old reliable. Do you know what a goddamned insult that
is?Ó She packed her food onto her
tray. ÒIÕve got to go. IÕm sorry.Ó
ÒDonÕt
apologize, Christine. I prefer
truth to lies.Ó
She
got up and smiled at him. ÒYes,
after Valeris, I imagine you would.Ó
##
Spock
felt slightly unsettled by his conversation with Christine. He tried to shake the feeling and get
back to work. But five minutes
later, there was a soft knock on his office door, and then Christine walked
back in.
ÒYour
assistant said you were free. I
told him I forgot to tell you something at lunch. Which is true. Sort of.Ó She looked down. ÒI lied to you. When you asked me when I knew Kevin and
I had to end.Ó She sat in one of
the chairs in front of his desk.
ÒWhy
did you lie?Ó
ÒBecause
I donÕt talk about the real reason.
But the reason I gave you, that was to hurt you, I think. YouÕre not the only whoÕs unpredictable
these days.Ó
ÒI
did not realize leaving Kevin would impact you this way.Ó
ÒThis has nothing to do with Kevin.Ó
She snapped the answer out with a bitterness heÕd never heard from her.
ÒI
see.Ó He leaned back in his
chair. ÒDo you wish to tell me the
real reason?Ó
She
nodded. And then said nothing.
He
didnÕt push her. Just waited as she
stared at the floor and seemed to be working up courage.
ÒI
donÕt talk about it because IÕve pushed it far back so I can move on.Ó She took a deep breath. ÒI told you Jim and I were friends. And thatÕs true. But before the launch, weeks before,
when he knew heÕd have to go, he got antsy. He needed to get out, do things, keep busy. Len
was on him again for giving up his best destiny, and so Jim turned to me.Ó She finally looked at Spock. ÒYou were already here.Ó
ÒHe
could have come here.Ó
ÒI
think I was more interesting.Ó
He
seemed to concede that possibility with a nod.
ÒAnd
youÕd just arrived. ItÕs hard to
settle in if your old job comes with you.Ó
ÒTrue.Ó
She
swallowed hard. ÒKevin and I, weÕve
been roommates at best for quite a while.
He likes to be Mr. Chapel.
It gives him access that even his daddy canÕt get him. Jim. You. Or so he thinks. IÕve never really done anything for his
career.Ó
Spock
nodded again, not wanting to interrupt her flow with words.
ÒAnyway,
he didnÕt seem to care what I did. So
I spent time with Jim. Dinner in Buenos Aires.
In Bangkok. Paris and Rome and Cape Town. Dancing in Rio. Long walks on the
beach in Tahiti. And we did
it all under the auspices of friendship.
I never cheated on my husband—but I was cheating on him every
minute, I think, when you come right down to it.Ó She seemed very far away. ÒJim asked me to see him off to the
launch. It was a media circus, of
course. Before we got to all of
that, he pulled me aside and he said that he was ready to rethink being just
friends. That he didnÕt want that
anymore. That he loved me.Ó
She
took a ragged breath. ÒAnd I told
him I loved him. And
that IÕd leave Kevin. And he
laughed. But not
at Kevin, more just because he was happy. He was happy and I was happy. And we were going to be together.Ó She swallowed hard again. ÒAnd then he didnÕt come home from the
launch, Spock. And he didnÕt even
get to kiss me because the brass came by and swept him up, and he said, ÔIÕll
see you soon,Õ and then he was gone.Ó
She
started to laugh. ÒGuy declares
love. Guy dies in space. IÕm a jinx.Ó
He
realized she wasnÕt laughing. She
was, in fact, crying. She put her
head down, hands over her face, and he got up and moved around his desk to the
other chair, and pulled her hands away so he could see her.
ÒIÕm
sorry I was mean to you, Spock. I
just miss him. And IÕve never told
anyone about what happened. IÕve
just lived with this.Ó
ÒYouÕve
told me. And I understand.Ó He pulled her to him and let her
cry.
She
pulled away a few moments later.
ÒIÕll get your robe wet.Ó
She was trembling in his arms, and he knew it wasnÕt because of nearness
to him.
ÒI
have three other robes in the closet by the door. I leave nothing to chance. If you need to cry, I am happy to let
you.Ó
ÒThank
you.Ó She closed her eyes for a
moment. ÒI love you, too,
Spock. I just loved him last. It hurts. ItÕs so raw.Ó
He
pushed her hair off her cheek, knew his eyes were probably softer than she was
used to. ÒI fully understand that, Christine.Ó He let his hand slip back, around her
neck, under her hair. ÒJim did not
love lightly. And I know you do
not, either. Whatever you want to
do is fine. Stay, go, divorce, do not. I am
your friend. I will be your
friend.Ó
ÒYou
said youÕd console me. You just
didnÕt think it would be like this.Ó
She smiled at him and eased away.
He
realized she was not going to let him console her, was not going to break down
any more than she had.
She was strong. Far
stronger than he probably gave her credit for. Jim had no doubt understood that fully.
ÒI
will console you. Whenever you need
it.Ó
She
stood up. ÒI donÕt know what I want
to do.Ó
ÒWhatever
you decide.Ó
She
nodded and walked out.
He
found himself unable to concentrate, and part of him wished for the slightly
unsettled feeling of earlier.
Everything had just changed and for once he had no contingency plan in
place to cover the scenario.
Straw, Meet Camel
It
was late as Chapel stood outside SpockÕs apartment, as she pushed the doorbell
and waited. Spock answered, and he
wore a look that told her heÕd heard about the Jenolan, about Scotty.
ÒI
donÕt want to be alone,Ó she said.
He
moved aside, not seeming to care who might have seen her. ÒNor I.Ó
She
went inside, standing behind him as he closed the door. They stared at each other, until he
opened his arms and she went into them, hid her face against his shoulder as he
enveloped her.
She
didnÕt cry; she didnÕt think he expected her to. He was getting to know the new
Christine. The
one that Ops and loss had shaped and burned and twisted into something a lot
harder than the nurse who had loved him.
ÒCome,Ó
he said, easing her further into the apartment, skipping the living room, going
down a hall, into what had to be his bedroom.
ÒIÕm
not going to—Ó
ÒI
know.Ó He managed to get them both
onto the bed without it seeming like he was manhandling her, and then he let go
of her. They lay on their sides,
not touching but faces only inches apart.
ÒAnother
one lost,Ó she said.
ÒYes.Ó He shook his head. ÒI commed
Leonard.Ó
She
smiled a little. ÒSo thatÕs what he
meant about old friends checking in.
I commed him, too.Ó
ÒIt
is natural to reach out.Ó
ÒIt is. Look at us. To hell with scandals, I guess? I passed five people who know me on the
way here.Ó
ÒI
do not care.Ó He closed his
eyes. ÒWe have lost our friends.Ó
ÒWe
have lost our way, Spock.Ó She
sighed and settled a bit into the pillow.
ÒWe were in love with other people.
We loved them and theyÕre gone.Ó
ÒYes.Ó
ÒAnd
now weÕre here. I loved you before,
but you never loved me. I was never
enough for you. Why wasnÕt I enough
for you?Ó Normally, she would have
sounded pathetic asking this, but her voice was dead, as if sheÕd perished with
Scotty, or maybe earlier, with Jim.
She sounded curious, could see by SpockÕs look that he didnÕt find her
question strange.
ÒI
always looked past you.Ó
ÒI
know. I never knew why I wasnÕt
enough for you.Ó
ÒI
was a fool.Ó
ÒThatÕs
a nice sentiment. But itÕs not a
reason.Ó
He
reached out, settled his hand on her hip.
ÒI find it ironic now, since at heart I have always wanted to be
something my father could be proud of.Ó
ÒYour
father married a human.Ó
ÒThat
is part of the irony.Ó He shook his
head. ÒI chose a woman who was a
traitor because she was my
choice. I assume you are not aware
that my father has championed you?
He was especially impressed after you called him to Earth to testify for
Jim and the others, asked again, with far more vigor than previous times, why I
did not pursue you as you were a woman of fine intellect, loyalty, and
presence.Ó
ÒToo
bad easy on the eyes wasnÕt in there.Ó
She gave him a half-hearted attempt at a grin.
ÒTo
be honest, it was. In a more Vulcan
phrasing, of course.Ó He shook his
head. ÒI rebelled against him. I always seem to do that. He and I...Ó He shook his head, then pulled her slightly closer. ÒI am sorry if I used you. I regret if I hurt you. In any way.Ó
ÒI
let you.Ó
ÒThat
does not excuse my actions.Ó
ÒWhy
did you keep coming back to me? You
had other alternatives, I assume.Ó
ÒI
enjoyed you. You were my guilty
pleasure. And, as you said,
my—Ó
ÒOld
reliable.Ó She smiled. ÒWhat do we do now?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó
ÒWho
goes next? WeÕre none of us getting
younger—although you, at least, are going to live longer.Ó
ÒThat
is not certain.Ó
ÒTrue.Ó She sighed. ÒI feel like I want to set up a comm chain so we can all keep tabs on one another.Ó
He
nodded slightly, as if the notion had merit. Then he pulled her to him and kissed
her—a gentle, tender kiss, like nothing sheÕd ever felt from him
before. He eased her closer, so she
was nestled against him. ÒGo to
sleep.Ó
ÒHere. Really?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
She
let her arm snake around his waist, kissed his collarbone. ÒThank you. Wake me at five? I have an early call.Ó
ÒI
will.Ó He tightened his hold. Not too much, just enough to let her
know he was there, that he had her, that he wasnÕt going anywhere.
He
was holding her nearly as tightly when he woke her the next morning.
##
She
found Kevin in the small office heÕd been assigned. ÒGot a minute?Ó
He
nodded, then held up a padd. ÒOur agreement. Renew or not. IÕve check the
ÔDo not renewÕ box.Ó
She
sat and took the padd from him, checked the ÒDo not renewÓ box and held her
thumb to the padd till it beeped.
ÒAll done. I guess thatÕs
it.Ó
He
nodded. ÒNo more mister and
missus.Ó
She
nodded. ÒIÕm sorry, if IÕve hurt
you.Ó
He
smiled. ÒYou got me here. IÕm fine with what I got out of this
marriage.Ó
ÒWhat
if I hadnÕt gotten you here? Would
you have been fine then?Ó
He
frowned. ÒBut you did. Hypotheticals donÕt apply.Ó He grinned at her, the grin sheÕd once
stupidly thought looked like a little bit like JimÕs. Until she started
spending time with the real thing.
ÒYouÕre right, Kevin. Hypotheticals donÕt apply.Ó
ÒDid
you want to talk about something?Ó
ÒI
think I left some things in the apartment.Ó Which had not been what sheÕd come to
say. SheÕd felt the need to
unburden her soul, to tell him why sheÕd checked out of their marriage after
JimÕs death. Or to tell him at
least a little bit of the story. To make things right to some extent. But since hypotheticals didnÕt apply...
ÒGo
in whenever you want. YouÕre still
on the door.Ó He grinned at her
again. ÒSpock sure is something,
isnÕt he?Ó
She
nodded. ÒWe lost a friend
yesterday. Another person from the Enterprise.Ó
ÒIÕm
sorry. ItÕs good you two are here
together, then.Ó
ÒIt
is. HeÕs been a big comfort.Ó
ÒHeÕs
amazing. YouÕre so lucky heÕs your
friend.Ó
ÒI
am indeed.Ó She gave him the best
smile she could, under the circumstances.
ÒIÕll let you get back to work.Ó
ÒThank
you very much, former wife.Ó He was
so chipper she wanted to slap him.
Instead
she turned and left him alone.
She
saw Spock coming down the hallway, stopped him. ÒYou going to ask Kevin to lunch?Ó
He
nodded.
She
knew her eyes were dead. ÒDo it
another day.Ó
Spock
didnÕt ask any questions, just said, ÒAs you wish,Ó and turned and walked back
the way heÕd come.
Kevin
could have lunch with his idol on a day he wasnÕt so damned cheerful about
being divorced from her.
Shot to the Heart
Spock
woke in pain, his abdomen on fire, and he moaned and immediately tried to bite
the sound back, but another groan came out.
ÒShhh,Ó ChristineÕs voice, soothing, but then she turned
away, and her voice rang out like a shot, ÒHypo, now.Ó
She
had it to his arm, the soft hiss bringing immediate release. Then he heard her through the haze of well-being, talking to a nurse or other doctor about getting
his transdermal pain patch changed so it would better handle Vulcan physiology.
He
had a chance to admire her efficiency—and ferocity on his
behalf—before he passed out.
When
he woke again, the room he was in was private and half dark.
ÒHow
do you feel?Ó Christine sounded
exhausted.
ÒHow
long have I been unconscious?Ó
ÒI
asked first.Ó
ÒI
outrank you.Ó
ÒTwo
days. Barring your pain-driven
excursion into consciousness. Sorry
about that.Ó
ÒHave
you slept?Ó
ÒNo
way, thatÕs two questions. Answer
mine, now.Ó She moved her chair so
she was sitting next to him, so he could see her. She looked as drained as she
sounded. ÒHow do you feel?Ó
ÒThe
way I imagine any Vulcan negotiator would feel after being shot in the chest on
a diplomatic mission.Ó If he were
human, heÕd be dead. Vulcan
physiology was a blessing at times.
ÒNow, have you slept?Ó
ÒNo. And I wonÕt till IÕm sure youÕre out of
the woods. IÕm not losing
another. Especially not you, not
now.Ó She sighed.
ÒYou
are using stimulants to stay awake?Ó
ÒNo,
just bad temper and obstinacy.Ó She
tried to hide a yawn amid the sarcasm.
ÒWe learn to mix stim cocktails in Ops. We learn or we donÕt survive there
long. Trust me, I know what IÕm
doing.Ó
ÒYour
judgment may be compromised. With
all thatÕs happened.Ó
She
laughed, a bitter, tearing sound.
ÒWould you like me to get my boss? You can put a formal reprimand in my
file?Ó
He
reached for her, ignoring the pain across his midsection, and took her
hand. ÒChristine, that is not what
I meant and you know it. You need
sleep.Ó
ÒWhat
I need is to not lose another person I love. Now shut up and go back to sleep.Ó
He
knew it was important not to let her have her way in this. She was hard and brittle—but she
might find that he could be harder and more brittle if he needed to be. ÒOnly if you will.Ó
ÒIÕm
on stims, Spock.
I canÕt sleep.Ó
ÒYou
are yawning.Ó He could be hard, but
he could also adjust his approach.
And now, something softer was called for. ÒJust for a few minutes, Christine. Please?Ó
ÒI
am not crawling in that bed with you.
I will not be responsible for reinjuring you with a misplaced elbow to
the ribs.Ó She sighed, then shifted the chair so it was facing the bed, crossed her
arms on the blanket next to his arm, and put her head down as if she was a
student sleeping at a study table.
She
was gone in moments.
He
watched her for a moment, then felt his own fatigue calling. He leaned back, put his hand on her
arm—feeling a surge of peace at just the contact—closed his eyes,
and was gone.
When
he woke, she had left. But she
checked on him a bit later, in much better spirits, so he thought she might
have actually slept more than a few minutes.
##
Spock
walked gingerly along the path that circled the diplomatic complex. His chest still ached, but the exercise
would make him stronger.
He
saw Kevin Porter hurrying up the path toward him and stifled a sigh. HeÕd cancelled lunch with the man
again. Had not been inclined, when
he still felt off from the injury, to sit with ChristineÕs ex-husband.
For
once, Kevin didnÕt look as hopeful and happy as he normally did. ÒSir, did I do something wrong.Ó
ÒNot
that IÕm aware of.Ó Which was
true. It was also true the man had
not done anything outstanding.
Average. That was the best
he could say of him.
Satisfactory. Got work
done. Would never be a star. Would never probably be a problem. To be honest, Starfleet ran on the backs
of men and women just like him.
ÒThen
why do you keep canceling on me?Ó
ÒAs
you know, I was injured.Ó
ÒYes,
and I also know you had Christine at your side.Ó
Spock
tensed. Was the man finally going
to address SpockÕs relationship with his former wife?
ÒIs
she badmouthing me?Ó Porter asked.
The
one thing Spock would give the man is he never went the direction Spock
expected him to. ÒWhy would she do
that?Ó
ÒWell,
to be honest, sir, I donÕt think that I was as broken up about our divorce as
she might have liked. May I speak
plainly? Man to man?Ó
Spock
nodded, not entirely sure it was a good idea.
ÒSheÕs
not the nicest person. I mean, she
wanted the divorce, too, you know?
Then she got mad at me for being glad to get free? I donÕt get it.Ó
ÒThat
is human nature, Commander. If you
do not understand something so basic about your own species, how can you
possibly hope to understand any other?Ó
Porter
looked chastened.
ÒMoreover,
Commander, Christine has been my friend for several decades. You, on the other hand, have not. I
would advise you to tread carefully when you next wish to speak to me Ôman to
man.ÕÓ
He
left Porter staring after him, walking fast enough that his injury complained a
bit. He did not care.
Scar Tissue
Christine
sat in SpockÕs apartment, staring out at the trees that rimmed the building he
lived in, admiring the peace of his unit.
He came in from the kitchen with tea for them both, set it on the coffee
table, then sat next to her on the couch.
ÒNo
space for Chrissy tonight?Ó He normally chose the chair next to the
couch.
ÒDo
you need space?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó
He
started to get up and she pulled him back down.
ÒIgnore
me.Ó
ÒThat
is becoming increasingly difficult to do, Christine.Ó He reached over, swept her hair off her
neck, and kept his hand there, kneading gently. ÒYour husband is leaving tonight.Ó
ÒMy
ex-husband is leaving tonight.Ó
ÒMy
lack of precision is due to my distraction.Ó
ÒYou
want to celebrate his departure?Ó
ÒWould
that be callous of me?Ó
ÒNo. But not asking me if I wanted to would
be.Ó
The
kneading stopped. He let her go, stood,
grabbed his tea, some of it sloshing over the side, letting her know he was
upset with her as he walked to his usual seat.
ÒAre
you so sure you want me, Spock?Ó
ÒI
know myself, Christine. I no longer
know you or what you want.Ó
She
laughed, hated how ugly it came out.
ÒWhy? Because I didnÕt fall
for your college boy attempt at seduction?Ó
ÒI
presume Jim would have done it more skillfully?Ó
ÒI
cannot believe you just said that.Ó
She was mad but bubbling up underneath the anger was the ludicrous idea
that Spock was jealous of her and Jim.
Possibly more jealous than sheÕd been of him and
Valeris. SheÕd at least had
years to get used to that idea.
ÒStop being stupid.Ó
He
clearly had no retort for that, just sat drinking tea, staring into space,
while she quietly wiped up the mess heÕd made on the coffee table, finished her
tea, and left.
##
He
showed up at her apartment the next night, standing tentatively until she
invited him in—as if he thought she wouldnÕt. She tried to lead him into the living
room, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and backed her into the wall. Gently.
ÒI
donÕt know how to act around you.Ó
ÒWell,
this is certainly a novel approach.
I donÕt think youÕve tried the he-man scenario yet.Ó
He
let her go and stalked off on his own, clearly able to navigate a small
apartment.
ÒYou
want a beer or something, darling?Ó she asked to his disappearing back.
He
ignored her.
She
followed him in. He was standing at
the window, checking out her view—much less scenic than his—and she
noticed his fists were clenched.
ÒWhat
do you want from me, Spock?Ó
ÒYour
love.Ó
ÒI
love you. There.Ó
He
turned, eyes narrowing. ÒYou think
you cannot love anymore.Ó
ÒI
never said that.Ó
He
reached for her, and she considered backing away, but was curious what his next
big ploy was going to be. He drew
her close, began to run his fingers down her back, the way he knew she liked,
barely touching down.
ÒJim
never had a chance to touch you. I
did.Ó
ÒWe
danced.Ó
ÒNot
the same.Ó
ÒHe
was a very good dancer.Ó She was shivering at the sensations his fingers were
causing.
ÒNevertheless.Ó He lips ticked up into a smile as he
took a deep inhalation through his nose.
ÒYou have such a lovely bouquet.Ó
She
slapped him. Or
tried to. For
someone who said he didnÕt know her, he sure knew what she was going to do. His grip was like iron.
ÒDo
not do that again, Christine. That
is not who we are. No matter how angry we are at life, and
at how things turned out.Ó
ÒAnd
at them. For leaving us.Ó She tried to get her hand free, had no
luck. ÒAnd at you. Why the hell couldnÕt you have just
listened to your fucking father?
Back when I was still nice?
Back when I still had a heart?Ó
ÒBecause
now is our time. Not on the
ship. Now.Ó He let her hand go. ÒI realize you feel broken inside. I, too, have struggled. I would not tolerate this from anyone
else, Christine. But I
understand. We are kindred spirits
whether we like it or not.Ó
She
let out breath she hadnÕt realized she was holding.
ÒLet
me in,Ó he said softly.
ÒWhat
if thereÕs nowhere to go once I do?Ó
His
eyes were incredibly tender as he pulled her to him and kissed her the way he
had the night sheÕd slept in his bed.
The gentleness of his touch, the sweetness and love in it nearly undid
her.
ÒWe
will make room there. Where is your
bed?Ó
ÒYou
found the living room on your own.
You tell me.Ó
He
did smile then. It was a very
predatory smile as he scooped her up and followed the one hall past the bathroom
to the one other room. ÒVictory,Ó
he said as he tossed her gently onto the bed.
ÒHardly
an advanced maze.Ó
He
joined her on the bed. ÒDo you wish
to do this?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know.Ó
He
nodded, as if that was expected.
ÒYou let me bring you in here.
That is something. I will
leave while I am ahead.Ó He started
to get up and she grabbed his arm.
He raised an eyebrow.
ÒSleep
here?Ó she asked. ÒPlease?Ó
He
nodded and settled in next to her, pulling her close, his lips resting on her
hair. She started to cry and tried
to hide it, but he just pulled her closer and said, ÒItÕs all right.Ó
It
took her a long time to fall asleep.
He held her and murmured to her until she did.
Fish or Cut Bait
ÒAdmiral
Huang is having a dinner on his ship tonight. I can bring a companion. Would you care to accompany me?Ó Spock watched ChristineÕs face as he
asked, curious what her reaction would be.
Since heÕd stayed with her in her apartment, over a week earlier, he had
eaten lunch with her most days but had not tried to seduce her. And she had been softer somehow since
then.
Less
brittle.
ÒI
like him. He was always fun when
heÕd drop by Ops.Ó
Spock
tended to forget that she probably knew as many if not more high-ranking
officers than he did. ÒIs that a
yes?Ó
She
laughed and it was a true laugh.
ÒYes, that was a yes.Ó
He
felt himself relaxing. ÒI will
RSVP.Ó
ÒSounds
good. Dress uniform?Ó When he nodded, she smiled, almost but
not quite the open smile he remembered.
ÒIÕm so much happier with Kevin gone. No reminders. No uncomfortable encounters.Ó Then she reached across the table and
settled her hand on his. ÒAnd thank
you for putting up with me. I know
this hasnÕt been easy for either of us.Ó
He
could have told her to take her hand off his—they were at a central
table, in a crowded mess. He could
have eased his hand from under hers—he was a Vulcan, public displays were
out of character. Instead, he laid
his other hand over hers. ÒIt is
the road we are on. Easy or not, we
walk it.Ó
Now
who was the zen master?
ÒVery
nice sentiment.Ó She glanced at
their clasped hands. ÒSending a
message? I think people are
looking.Ó
ÒIt
is time, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes,
Spock, it probably is.Ó
He
took his hand off hers, and she eased hers off his. He knew exactly who was in their
area—the news would be around the complex in less than an afternoon. If news it even was: he was single as
was she now, and he was not in her chain of command. They were free to see each other, free to do whatever they wished.
ÒWhy
did you wait till today to ask me to a dinner thatÕs tonight? Did you only just find out about it?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
She
smiled. ÒAh, so you thought if you
gave me no chance to think better of it, say a night or two to sleep on it,
that might be the best route for success?Ó
ÒThat
may have crossed my mind.Ó
ÒWhat
if IÕd been otherwise engaged?Ó
He
could feel his mouth tightening.
Were there other men she was seeing? ÒI...I had not considered that
possibility.Ó
ÒEasy
there, big fella. Breathe. I meant with a friend. Of which I have so many.Ó She rolled her eyes, but in a
good-natured way. ÒI need to work
on that.Ó
He
did what she said and tried to breathe.
Being with her was not the easy interaction of the past. Far from it. ÒChristine, I will be honest. I very much wanted you to go with me to
this dinner. As your mood has been
somewhat mercurial, I chose the way most likely to limit your ability to change
your mind.Ó
ÒSneaky
man.Ó But she said it with
affection.
He
thought.
##
The
dinner on the Miramar was winding
down. Spock watched as Christine
talked gracefully with the others, not seeming to be making any effort yet
managing to finally be the woman he remembered from parties on their ship. She also seemed to have no trouble
appearing happy she was with him.
ÒGood
gal youÕve got there,Ó Huang was smiling.
ÒI was always a little sweet on her.Ó
Since
Huang was happily married, Spock allowed his lips to tick up slightly. ÒI was gratified she was available to
accompany me.Ó
ÒWhich
in Vulcan speak means youÕre head over heels for her.Ó Huang grinned. ÒDonÕt bother denying it.Ó
Since
he had not planned on denying it, Spock decided to say nothing.
Christine
came over. ÒTime to go?Ó At SpockÕs nod, she took HuangÕs
arm. ÒWhat are you saying to him,
sir? HeÕs trouble enough without
you giving him pointers.Ó
Spock
found that statement unaccountably reassuring. The easy affection of
the slight insult.
Once
they had beamed back to the complex, they stood outside the transporter
room. He was uncomfortable, wanting
to invite her to his apartment but unsure what the right thing to do was.
She
waited, a smile growing on her face.
ÒYou really are having to work for it, arenÕt you?Ó
ÒI
believe I should get some credit in that department.Ó He touched her cheek. ÒI will say goodnight.Ó
He
had gone three steps when she said, ÒMaybe the evening doesnÕt have to end?Ó
He
somehow prevented himself from whirling around and tried to wipe away any
hopeful look that might be in his eyes.
ÒNo?Ó he asked as evenly as he could after he turned with as much
decorum as he could muster.
She
took the steps to close the distance between them. ÒNo.Ó Then she took his arm. ÒWalk me home?Ó
He
nodded, far too fast, and she laughed.
A real laugh. Not mean, not harsh, just amused.
They
got to her apartment much faster than normal, but she didnÕt complain about the double-time pace.
As soon as the door closed, she pushed him against the wall and put her
hands on his shoulders, holding him the way he had her.
ÒI
have three things to say. One: IÕm
sorry for being so mean to you. Two: I may—no, probably
will—still be mean in the future from time to time. Three: I love you.Ó
ÒI
am sorry if I in any way contributed to your being as unpleasant as you have
indeed been.Ó He knew he was
pushing it, but she laughed instead of kicking him in places that might not
recover quickly. ÒI will no doubt
provide trials of my own in the future.
And I love you, too.Ó
ÒWow. We are the two least romantic people in
the universe.Ó
ÒI
believe that might be true.Ó
She
laughed again, then kissed him and he forgot about
anything but lips and skin and how hard dress uniforms were to get off when your
hands were shaking—why were his hands shaking?
ÒAre
we going to do it right here in the hall,Ó she asked, as he fumbled with her
jacket.
ÒAnywhere
you want,Ó he muttered as he tried to apply Vulcan logic to the task.
ÒHey.Ó She stilled his hand, seemed to realize
he was trembling. ÒHey, itÕs
okay.Ó Her look changed, and for
the first time he saw the nurse he remembered. Compassion. ÒIÕm not going to change my mind if you
donÕt get my uniform off right this second.Ó She touched his face. ÒIÕm not going to change my mind at
all.Ó
ÒBut
you have changed it. The last time
we were together like this you—Ó
ÒI
was still lost. Still broken. And you gave me space. Without abandoning me. I donÕt know if you realize what that
meant. We loved other people. But those other people are gone and now
thereÕs just us. And I love you and
God help you, you must love me or you would not have hung in there.Ó She shook her head. ÒYou were right. Now is all we have. Why are we wasting it?Ó
He
decided not to tell her that was not exactly what he had said. Not when she was looking at him like
that. When she was slowly drawing
him to her bedroom, taking her time in removing his uniform, then her own.
She
pulled him with her onto the bed and they kissed, for a long time, until
kissing became not something just nice but easy, comfortable. Then he began to move, kissing down her
body, stopping anywhere that interested him, making her moan louder and louder
until she cried out, shuddering under his mouth.
She
pulled him up and kissed him. ÒI
didnÕt make it better in my memory.Ó
ÒNor
I.Ó Then he moved over her and
inside her and was lost. He found
her lips, kissed her as they moved together, as he hiked her legs up high
around his waist, as he went harder and faster until...there. He had never made so much noise as he
came.
When
he could finally open his eyes, he realized Christine was watching him with a
lovingly amused look.
ÒGuess
you kind of liked that, huh?Ó
ÒIt
wasÓ—he tried to catch his breath—Òacceptable.Ó
ÒYeah,
IÕll work harder next time.Ó She
laughed, a lovely sound, sweet and innocent even if she was lying naked
underneath him, with him still inside her, her legs still wrapped around him. Very tightly as if she thought he might
leave her.
And why not? He always had in the
past.
He
eased off her, pulled her in to lie against him. ÒI will admit, waiting this long for
something I have wanted so badly has made me appreciate you far more than I
already did.Ó
ÒA
longwinded way of saying, ÔDamn, woman, youÕre great in bedÕ?Ó
ÒNo. A Vulcan way of saying
that I am not going to leave you this time. That I have waited for what I wanted,
and I feel as if I know you. You, not just your lovely body and how it responds to mine, but
you. And I am intoxicated by
you.Ó
She
looked very pleased and surprised.
ÒThat was downright flowery.Ó
ÒI
will blame it on the orgasm later.
It is, however, the truth.Ó
She
touched his cheek, traced up to his ears, and he closed his eyes at the
sensation. ÒIÕve always loved
you. I love you still.Ó She kissed him tenderly. ÒAnd IÕm okay with that.Ó
ÒI
am relieved to hear it.Ó He began
to run his hand down her hip. ÒAre
you rested yet? There are duties
associated with intoxication.
Onerous duties involving sexual relations.Ó
ÒIf
I must.Ó She pretended to be very
bored, but then she was finding her own way down his body, making him gasp and
moan as she licked and sucked. She
worked her way back up lazily once he was done crying out, and he lay staring at
the ceiling, wishing he had listened to his father like a dutiful son. Valeris had hated doing that.
She
cuddled in against him and snaked her arm across his chest. ÒSo what did Huang say to you?Ó
ÒThat
he was as he put it Ôa little sweet on youÕ and that I was clearly, also as he
put it, Ôhead over heelsÕ for you.Ó
ÒHe
said that?Ó
ÒWhich
part surprises you?Ó
She
punched him gently in the ribs.
ÒThe second part.Ó
ÒWhether
it was ever true in our past, it is true now. I am in love with you. He was astute enough to see it for
whatever reason. I did not question
it.Ó
ÒHmm.Ó She cuddled him closer and gave him a
long, slow, extremely sexy kiss that led to another and another until they
finally pulled away breathless.
ÒThen I wonÕt, either.Ó
FIN