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Put Your Head on My Shoulder
by
Djinn
I. All Shook Up
Kirk rubbed his eyes, trying not to yawn as he
sat on the biobed in sickbay while Bones scanned
him. Bones would have his hide if
he knew he hadnÕt been sleeping again.
It had been one crisis after another, with VIP visits in between. When was there time to go to the head,
let alone grab some shuteye?
ÒJim, IÕm not liking what IÕm seeing here.Ó A stern look, not the look of a friend,
but of his physician. ÔWhen was the
last time you had some decent rest?Ó
He gave Bones the signature James T. Kirk ÒI
havenÕt got time for that now, BonesÓ wave. As he expected, it got him nowhere, but
he saw Chapel try to hide a grin.
He met her eyes, shrugged, and grinned back.
ÒDonÕt pull her into this, damn it all. If you arenÕt sleeping, I want to know
about it.Ó
ÒHe has been a little busy, Len.Ó She shot Kirk a look he couldnÕt quite
read, but it was gone by the time Bones turned to glare at her. She didnÕt wilt under the power of the
McCoy glower, but then she rarely had in the past.
ÒI think Doctor Chapel makes an excellent point,
Bones. I have been a little
busy.Ó Kirk began to slide off the biobed, but Bones stopped him.
ÒJust a cotton-pickinÕ
minute, Jim.Ó
Suddenly the room was filled with a cool mist and
the sound of harps and the cooing of doves filled the air. Bones seemed frozen where he stood,
mouth open as if heÕd just been gearing up for a rant. The other nurses and doctors in sickbay
seemed similarly statue like, except Chapel, who looked around and asked, ÒWhat
the hell?Ó
ÒNot hell or heaven.Ó A lilting voice, belonging to a va-va-va-voom body and exquisite face emerged from the
mist.
ÒWho are you and why are you on my ship?Ó
The woman smiled at him, a gorgeous, come-hither
smile and he found himself softening the question against his will, ÒI mean, if
you feel like sharing that information.Ó
ÒAnd are you free for dinner?Ó Chapel asked
dreamily, then seemed to shake herself.
ÒWait, I donÕt like girls that way.Ó
He suddenly felt a little dreamy himself. ÒI could sit in a corner and watch you
two eat. Or...do other things.Ó
ÒYou two are so adorable.Ó The very pretty invader took them both
in her oh-so-soft arms and squeezed them to her chest.
Kirk was relatively certain he had died and gone
to heaven. He thought he heard
Chapel sigh.
ÒYour doctor McCoy means well but I think I have
a better way to deal with a too busy boy, James.Ó
He smiled happily, then pulled away. ÒWait. What?Ó He yanked Chapel out of the alien
invaderÕs bosom. ÒWho the hell are
you?Ó
ÒIÕll tell you later. LetÕs get your vacation started.Ó She didnÕt wave a wand or snap her
fingers or do anything Kirk could see but they were suddenly standing on a beach
with sparkling aquamarine water to their right and a row of hotels to their
left.
He and Chapel were out of uniform. She looked very carefree in a yellow
sundress with her long hair blowing in the sea breeze, held off her face by a
white headband. He realized he was
wearing light trousers and a soft cotton shirt.
ÒWelcome to Miami,Ó the invader said, her outfit
not having changed. ÒCirca 1950 or
so. IÕm not really sure, but it
doesnÕt matter. YouÕre only going
to eat and dance and swim and well, whatever else you want to do.Ó She reached into her cleavage—Kirk
noticed both he and Chapel seemed riveted—and pulled out a key. ÒYour room.Ó
ÒRoom singular?Ó Chapel asked, frowning.
ÒI donÕt think thatÕs our main problem,
Chris.Ó He looked at the
alien. ÒYou canÕt just leave us
here. I have a ship to run. SheÕs needed in sickbay.Ó
ÒNo one will know youÕre gone. YouÕll have letÕs say...two weeks
here. No time will pass back on
your ship while youÕre here.Ó
ÒIf this is some Scalosian
trick, I donÕt want any part of it.
I saw what happens if you get careless and—Ó
ÒNot to worry, little one. IÕm not speeding you up, so relax.Ó She kissed him on the forehead, then she
turned to Chapel. ÒI really do envy
you.Ó
ÒWhy are we here?Ó Chapel asked.
ÒBecause he needs a rest.Ó
ÒWhy am I
here?Ó
ÒBecause of all the women on the ship, youÕre the
one heÕs most himself with. You
lucky vixen.Ó She pulled Chapel in
for another bosom-to-bosom embrace; Kirk found himself once more transfixed.
ÒOh, I almost forgot,Ó she eased away from Chapel
and reached back into her cleavage, handing Kirk some paper he recognized as
old U.S. currency as well as something that sort of looked like money. ÒYouÕll need this. The green is cash. The others are travelersÕ checks and you
can use them for purchases or to get cash.
DonÕt sign them until you want to use them or theyÕre no good. You donÕt have enough to get another
room so I suggest you make do with the one. But live large, otherwise. I recommend the sandwiches at Wolfies and if
you like crabs, go to JoeÕs Stone Crabs. IÕll be back for you in a week.Ó
ÒI thought you said two,Ó Kirk said.
ÒSo, you were
listening.Ó She grinned. ÒLook, I know you think you should
figure out some masterfully clever way to get back to your ship. But thereÕs no need. And also no way. YouÕre in the fifties. Just try to...adapt. And have fun.Ó
Kirk wasnÕt sure what to do.
ÒAnd put that money away. IÕm not coming back with more if you
flash it all over town and get rolled.Ó
ÒPut it away...?Ó
ÒPocket.
You have a wallet. Your
driverÕs license is there. Yours,
too, toots, in that little bag youÕre carrying. No driving for either of you, though. IÕve seen you drive, mister. YouÕre a menace.Ó
ÒYouÕve seen me drive...? Wait, when did you—Ó But she was gone.
Kirk eyed the key. ÒI guess we should set up a base of
operations.Ó
ÒFor...?Ó
ÒFor getting back to the ship. Or our vacation. Whichever the hell proves more
feasible.Ó He stomped off through
the sand, admiring the way the soft leather loafers he was wearing moved with
every irritated step.
II. The Wayward Wind
Chapel sprawled on the couch in their very nice
hotel room, enjoying the breeze coming in from the open door—their
balcony faced the ocean. She
watched as Kirk paced. She knew she
should probably be showing more initiative on the Ògetting them homeÓ front,
but could not think of a single thing to offer as he rattled off possibilities,
so settled in to watch him go.
SheÕd wondered, since this was the 1950s, if
there would be two twin beds. SheÕd
always associated that with the timeframe.
Some eras stood out and this one did for its prudishness. But whoever designed this room must have
figured the residents actually wanted to bump flesh occasionally, because there
was only a double bed. And not a
particularly spacious one at that.
The couch she was on was easy to lounge on but short—neither of
them could comfortably sleep on it.
Was it bad and wrong that he was putting his
energy toward getting them home and she was pondering sleeping arrangements?
After another hour of him pacing, muttering,
stopping, saying Òmaybeeeeeee,Ó with a hopeful look,
more pacing, then a dejected, ÒNo, that wonÕt work,Ó that led to more pacing
and muttering, she asked, ÒCould you sit down for a moment? YouÕre making me dizzy.Ó
He glared at her. ÒYou could help.Ó
ÒHelp do what?Ó She pretended to pull out a
communicator. ÒChapel to Enterprise that doesnÕt exist yet and
doesnÕt probably even know weÕre gone.Ó
ÒMaybe they do. Maybe this is an illusion? A test of some kind?Ó He walked to the balcony and looked
over.
ÒIÕm relatively certain you fail if you plunge to
your death.Ó
He stomped back in, knocked her feet off the
couch, and sat down beside her.
ÒThere is no way this is a vacation. Aliens do not just show up on the ship,
pluck me and some random crewmember up, and send me on vacation.Ó
She tried not to show him that being deemed
random hurt.
ÒYou disagree?Ó
Obviously she had failed to keep the annoyance
off her face. ÒShe had a reason.Ó
ÒFor sending me here? Because I was tired? Please.Ó
She decided that given the mood he was in, it
would be the height of stupidity to say she had been thinking more about the alienÕs
comment that Kirk was more himself around Chapel than any other woman on the
ship. And since sheÕd learned a lot
since those early days on the ship, when sheÕd blurted out everything she was
feeling or thinking to Spock—usually to his great dismay—she kept
her mouth shut.
ÒWhat can I do?Ó she asked, and she let the voice
of the doctor creep in, the voice of the scientist. Tried to hide the fact that she, too,
was exhausted. That sheÕd worked
like a dog to get her M.D. and then worked even harder to come up to speed to
be DeckerÕs CMO. And then had it
ripped away—albeit by men she trusted—when VÕger
showed up. She felt like sheÕd been
going nonstop since she left the Enterprise
the first time. She could really
use a goddamn break.
ÒLetÕs try to see through this thing. It has to be an illusion. If we can just expose the cracks.Ó
ÒMay I make a suggestion?Ó
He nodded.
ÒDonÕt start a fight or flagrantly ignore posted
signage to prove it. If this is the
1950s, they werenÕt known for tolerance of outliers.Ó
ÒI donÕt flagrantly ignore posted signage.Ó
ÒVega 14.
ÔDo not walk on purple squares.ÕÓ
ÒYou saw that?Ó
She started to grin.
ÒI only touched one with the tip of my boot.Ó
ÒOn purpose.Ó The grin tuned into a laugh. ÒStarbase
19. Crew softball game. Male restrooms closed for cleaning. The other was distinctly marked for
females.Ó
ÒI had to go.Ó
ÒStill.
You canÕt pee on a tree?Ó
ÒDignity?Ó
He shook his head. ÒAnd I
donÕt start fights.Ó
ÒOf course not.Ó She shook her head, remembering how many
missions heÕd come back from with bruises and torn shirts. She dug into the bag the alien had said
held her identification. ÒSo who
are we, anyway?Ó
He pulled out his wallet. ÒJames T. Kirk. Convenient. Oh, and IÕm from Riverside, also good.Ó
She showed him her ID. ÒGuess I am, too.Ó
ÒChristine Kirk. Well, well, well.Ó He got up and yelled at the walls, very
loudly. ÒNice try, alien woman. You canÕt manipulate us into having sex
for your amusement!Ó
A sudden pounding on the wall made her jump. She could barely make out, ÒKeep it down
in there,Ó from the room next door.
ÒSome illusion,Ó she said, as she followed him
out.
ÒJust donÕt let your guard down,Ó he said as he
strode down the hall, in the wrong direction if the elevator was his
destination—but she didnÕt say anything. HeÕd figure it out eventually. ÒDonÕt get too comfortable.Ó
III. The Stroll
Kirk had to admit the alienÕs version of Miami
had the feel, smell, sound, and look of reality, not some advanced program or
illusion. Then again, heÕd seen
some illusions that had appeared mighty real at the time.
He kept walking, Chapel barely keeping up. She was looking around, taking in the
people and touching her hair.
ÒSomething wrong?Ó
ÒNobody has long hair. I donÕt fit in.Ó
Although it was an irrelevant observation, he
could see she was right. ÒYour hair
looks great.Ó
ÒI wasnÕt fishing for a compliment. ItÕs just interesting. I used to wear a hairdo just like that woman
over there, back when I was a nurse.Ó
ÒYou had about a hundred hairstyles when you were
a nurse.Ó
ÒYou inventoried my hairstyles?Ó
ÒNo.
ItÕs just you wear your hair a lot more simply now.Ó
She pursed her lips, and he realized he was not
necessarily improving his case for not noticing her.
ÒAnyway, I didnÕt realize I was so retro back
then.Ó She shrugged. ÒSorry, anthropology minor kicking in.Ó
ÒHow did you ever get through school, all the
specializations youÕve got?Ó
ÒIt wasnÕt easy. Not this last time, especially.Ó She met his eyes. ÒFortunately, IÕm able to hide my yawns
from Len a lot more successfully than you are.Ó
ÒYouÕre tired, too?Ó
ÒDead on my feet. Which is not to say I donÕt want to keep
death marching through Miami Beach as you determine how to get us home. I know we have to. But...Ó
He felt a sudden rush of sympathy for her. ÒI know. I do. IÕm starving, are you?Ó
She nodded.
She pointed down the street.
ÒWolfies. DidnÕt Ms. Boobilicious
say something about this place?Ó
He nodded.
ÒMaybe because she wanted us there.Ó
ÒMaybe because they have really good
sandwiches?Ó She looked so hopeful
he found himself smiling. ÒIt could
be both, sir, couldnÕt it?Ó
ÒIt could be both, Chris. What the hell? If she wanted us dead,
sheÕd have killed us already. WeÕre
no good if weÕre so hungry we canÕt think.Ó
He led her down to Wolfies, bypassed the large
central wait-station and wrap-around counter for a booth along the windows, a
few down from some people smoking—hell of a lot of people smoked in this
era. Chapel slid in across from
him, moving closer to the wall than he did, apparently so she could stretch her
legs out and rest her sandaled feet on the bench next to him. He found himself idly speculating on the
length of her legs, on how they might wrap—
He started playing with the silverware, anything
to stop his mind from where it was heading.
A waitress came up and smiled broadly as she
handed them menus. ÒYou just missed
the lunch rush. Line was around the
corner.Ó
ÒGood timing, then. WhatÕs good here?Ó Kirk asked her with a
smile of his own.
ÒPastramiÕs swell today. Ice tea to start?Ó She looked over at Chapel, including her
in the question.
Chapel nodded and said, ÒIÕll have the
pastrami. However you make it is
fine.Ó
ÒMake that two,Ó he said, handing the menu back
to the waitress. Once she was gone,
he studied their surroundings. The
lunch rush might be over but the place was still moderately full. No one was paying them any attention,
though.
The waitress set their ice teas down and left
again. Chapel picked up the sugar
pourer and put so much in her tea that he laughed.
ÒI know, I know. The sugar just goes to the bottom and
sits there. IÕm nervous. This is what I do when IÕm
nervous.Ó She squeezed her lemon,
held her hand between it and him, and he smiled. ÒAnd yes, IÕm courteous. Nervous and polite, thatÕs me.Ó
ÒThereÕs a lot more to you than that.Ó He resumed his study of the
restaurant.
ÒWhy would she bring us to Miami? In the 1950s?Ó Chapel leaned back a bit more.
ÒI like beaches.Ó
ÒWho doesnÕt?Ó
ÒGood point.Ó He looked over at her. ÒI donÕt often get to spend any time on
one. With someone, I mean.Ó
She frowned.
ÒGalicia Murova.Ó
ÒThat was a diplomatic function. She was the sister of the fifth
minister. I was being polite.Ó
ÒNebron V.Ó
ÒDo you memorize my every movement?Ó
ÒHow do you think I got so many damn degrees,
sir? I have a very, very good
memory.Ó
ÒNebron V? Ohhhhhh. That was...not really what I meant to
do. The local drink there...Ó
She started to laugh.
ÒNothing happened. Not on Galicia—if it had, weÕd
never have gotten anywhere with the negotiations: theyÕre very big on chastity,
you know? Not on Nebron V, either.
I wasnÕt interested, just a little too inebriated to say no to a
moonlight stroll.Ó
ÒBecause you really want the beach? With someone?Ó
ÒNot with someone anyone. With someone special.Ó
ÒAh.
Okay. So Miami beach with a
random crewmember.Ó Her expression
was tight.
ÒI did say that, didnÕt I?Ó
She nodded and reached for the sugar.
He stopped her. ÒNot random. Okay? Put the sugar down. Back away from the sugar.Ó
She laughed and put the sugar pourer down.
Their sandwiches showed up and they dug in. The waitress had not lied. The pastrami was out of this world, and
the sandwich was so overstuffed he could barely eat it.
ÒOh, my God, this is good,Ó she said, as she
nibbled on a chip.
ÒIt really is.Ó He realized that heÕd completely
forgotten all about alien observers or experiments while heÕd been eating. Oh, to hell with it. HeÕd worry about it later.
IV. DonÕt Be Cruel
They walked back to the hotel via the beach. Chapel carried her sandals in her hands,
swinging them and the little purse as she walked in the surf. Kirk walked next to her, quiet,
thinking, no doubt, of more ways to not get them home.
She was less and less inclined to look a gift
horse in the mouth. Two weeks in a
nice place with nice weather and good food was hardly a nightmare. Okay, so maybe he might not have picked
her, and she might not have picked him for her vacation mate. But he wasnÕt the last person sheÕd have
picked. Far from it.
ÒLetÕs sit,Ó he said, moving a bit away from the
surf and plopping down. ÒGod, itÕs
a beautiful day.Ó
She sat with a little more decorum—funny
how these clothes made her move differently. ÒIt is. Manufactured or not.Ó
He nodded.
ÒWhatever this is, IÕm not sorry for the break.Ó
ÒWhy did you lie to Len? I scanned you myself when he wasnÕt
looking. You arenÕt sleeping, are
you?Ó
He shook his head.
ÒWhy donÕt you just tell him?Ó
ÒHeÕd judge.
ItÕs why I usually time my visits for when youÕre there and heÕs at
lunch. You donÕt judge.Ó
ÒOh, I do.
I just donÕt verbalize my judgments.Ó
He turned to look at her, his expression growing
wary.
ÒYouÕre not quite the same, sir. YouÕre not the man I remember from the Enterprise before.Ó
ÒYou try sitting in admiralty staff meetings and come
out the same woman.Ó
ÒOkay, point taken. But I saw you enough during that
time. YouÕre not the same man you
were even after those meetings.Ó
ÒYouÕre her.
YouÕre the alien.Ó He
started to get up.
ÒIÕm not.
IÕm just a doctor on your ship who is concerned about your
behavior. Since when do you get too
inebriated to not be able to say no to a moonlit stroll?Ó
He sat down.
ÒYou could still be her,Ó he muttered.
ÒWell, you could punch me over and over. And IÕd not fight and then youÕd know
IÕm not an all-powerful alien. And
while IÕm in the hospital and youÕre in whatever passes for a brig in the
1950s, sheÕll be wondering what kinds of fools she gave an all-expenses paid
vacation to.Ó
ÒWhy do you keep reaching for violence? IÕm not violent.Ó
ÒGot a rise out of you, though. Something needs to. Do you realize how shut down youÕve
been? I see it when I watch you with
Len. Or with Spock. They see it.Ó
ÒLenÕs an old woman sometimes.Ó
ÒAnd Spock?Ó
ÒBecause Spock came to you and voiced concern?Ó Kirk looked dubious and angry all at
once.
Damn.
Spock had voiced it to Uhura, who he was seeing now, and she had told
Chapel, but in confidence... ÒTrust
me, I know.Ó She decided to get
another rise. ÒIt must be
hard. Losing your best friend. Having him turn his back on you, on
everything.Ó
ÒI got him back.Ó
ÒI know. I was in sickbay when you did. But, he didnÕt come back for you, did he, sir? He came back for VÕger. It was just a happy accident that things
worked out your way.Ó She leaned
in. ÒDo you think about that? Every time you place chess? That heÕs only on the ship by default? Have you ever told him he hurt you?Ó
ÒThis is none of your business, Doctor.Ó
ÒYou know I never asked you if you wanted me to
stay on the ship once the crisis was over.
I just stayed, but you didnÕt pick me, after all. You demoted me. As fast as you could after you stole the
ship from Decker.Ó
She saw something flash across his face. Knew she had hit it on the head. Knew she had also gone way too far.
He pushed himself to his feet. ÒI donÕt know what I was thinking. A beach to walk on is great. Someone to share it with? Highly overrated.Ó He stalked off.
She let him.
And once he was out of sight, she realized he had
the only key to their room. Their
room in the hotel that was just a few buildings down. A room he clearly was not headed to.
She sighed and pushed herself up, brushed off her
dress, and trudged through the suddenly too deep sand to the hotel.
At the registration desk, a sweet-faced young man
wearing a nametag that said, ÒLewis,Ó asked, ÒMay I help you?Ó
ÒThis is so embarrassing, Lewis, but my husband
and I had a miscommunication and heÕs not here, and I am, and he has the key
and...Ó
ÒNot to worry. WhatÕs your room number?Ó
She looked down. ÒI wasnÕt paying attention when we
checked in. He always registers,
and when we went up to the room, he opened the door and I was tired from
traveling.Ó She opened her purse,
fished out her identification.
ÒDoes this help?Ó
ÒThis is fine, Mrs. Kirk.Ó
ÒPlease, call me Christine.Ó
ÒOh, maÕam, IÕd love to, but itÕs not allowed
when IÕm on duty.Ó He gave her
another sweet smile and looked through the registration books. ÒHere we are. James and Christine Kirk. Room 541.Ó He turned, grabbed a key from the shelf
of keys behind them and said, ÒOh, your husband has a message.Ó
He handed her a piece of paper that smelled
strongly of vanilla and rose. It
was addressed to Kirk.
ÒDo you know who left this?Ó
ÒNo, maÕam.Ó
He handed her back her identification. ÒIowa, huh? Must be cold this time of year.Ó
ÒYou have no idea.Ó
V. Tequila!
Kirk found the first bar that looked like it
served more locals than tourists and plopped himself down on an open
stool.
The bartender came by, holding a bottle and said,
ÒFella, you look like you could use a drink.Ó
ÒWhatever that is, make it a double.Ó
ÒOf peppermint schnapps?Ó The man laughed. ÒLet me get you something decent. You like Mojitos?Ó
Kirk gave him the wave of Òif itÕs alcoholic,
itÕs fine.Ó
The bartender got to mixing and soon had a glass
in front of him. ÒWoman trouble?Ó
ÒSomething like that.Ó He took a sip. Mint, sugar, rum, lime. Not bad. HeÕd be sick before he was drunk. Probably also not bad.
Especially given that every single thing Chapel had said had been right on, and
he was angry as hell at her for it.
Not angry enough to hurt her—that wasnÕt his style—but he
didnÕt want them getting thrown out of their lovely, if potentially fake, hotel
for having a screaming match at each other.
Would she scream? He somehow didnÕt think so.
ÒIf women werenÕt so easy on the eyes, the world
would be a lot better place without Ôem,Ó the
bartender was wiping glasses down with a not-so-clean rag, and Kirk was
suddenly glad he was up to date on his inoculations.
ÒSheÕs always psychoanalyzing me.Ó
The man made a face. Wrong era, Kirk realized, just a little
too early for that to have gone mainstream. ÒTelling me what makes me tick.Ó
ÒOh.
I hate that. As if I need
some gal telling me that.Ó
ÒTrouble is, sheÕs right.Ó
Bartender shook his head. The universal sign of men everywhere for
ÒBrother, you are so screwed when you get home.Ó
Home.
The hotel. The room that
Kirk had the only key to.
Meh.
She was so insightful, let her psychoanalyze her way into a new
key. Probably take her all of five
seconds if the kid heÕd noticed when they left was still on duty—she was
wearing the hell out of that sundress.
Damn it all, that alien had known exactly what
she was doing putting him here with Chapel. The woman he was most himself with? Try the one he wasnÕt hiding anything
from—no matter how much he tried.
Then again he hadnÕt known he had to.
He downed his drink and asked, ÒWhat do I owe
you?ÓÕ
ÒSeventy-five cents. Going to head back and face the music?Ó
ÒI guess so.Ó He left a dollar on the bar. ÒThanks for the ear.Ó Even four centuries back, bartenders
were bartenders.
ÒBring her with you next time. IÕd like to see what all the fuss is
about.Ó
Kirk just smiled and made his way slowly back to
the hotel. He found Chapel in the
room, standing and waiting—must have heard the key in the door. She held out a rather fragrant note to
him then walked into the bathroom.
At first he thought it was something sheÕd
written, but the flowery handwriting was all wrong. Not to mention the hearts dotting the
ÒIÕs.Ó The note said: Just
this once, let down your guard and enjoy yourself. I think youÕll find the reward will
outweigh the risk. Love and kisses, A
He assumed A stood for Alien. She had to be listening in on them.
He put the note down, his hands still smelling
flowery and like baked goods, and knocked on the bathroom door. ÒAre you mad at me?Ó
ÒAre you drunk?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
ÒThen no.
Are you mad at me?Ó
ÒYes.
For being right.Ó
He heard the door open, no click before the
handle engaged—she hadnÕt locked the door. Brave woman. She walked out, stalked over to the
couch, and sat down with her arms crossed in front of her.
He walked over, stood in front of her. ÒThings are strained with Spock.
Not on his end. On
mine. You were right.Ó
She looked down.
ÒAnd I know you probably heard that heÕs confused
about how IÕm acting from Uhura.
IÕm not blind. I know heÕs
with her. Are you okay with that?Ó
ÒSheÕs liked him almost as long as I have. Maybe longer. And he actually likes her back so,
realistically, itÕs probably a match better suited to success.Ó
He sat down next to her, leaned his head
back. ÒItÕs just. He and I. I just donÕt....Ó
ÒJust say it. You donÕt trust him.Ó
ÒBut I do.
With the ship. With my
crew.Ó
ÒWith your heart? With your friendship? He abandoned you. He did it once—will he do it
again?Ó
He put a hand over his eyes and nodded. ÒI still donÕt know why he left. And he tries to explain it, but it makes
no goddamn sense to me, Chris. ItÕs
like heÕs speaking Vulcan gibberish.Ó
ÒMaybe youÕre just so angry, you canÕt hear him?Ó
He turned his head so he could meet her
eyes. ÒMaybe. Are you angry with me? For demoting you?Ó
ÒKind of.
I studied like a madwoman to try to be ready for Decker. But I didnÕt want to be CMO.Ó
ÒNo?Ó
ÒNo.
IÕd just gotten my M.D. It
looked really strange for me to get this assignment. Admit it, you thought we were sleeping
together.Ó
He laughed softly. ÒI did till I saw him with Ilia.Ó
ÒEveryone did. I told him thatÕs what people would
think. He was such an idealistic
person. ItÕs why he never saw you
coming.Ó
ÒDo you really think I stole the ship from him?Ó
ÒWhat do you
think? ThatÕs what matters.Ó
ÒI lie awake at night, the purr of her engines
surrounding me. ItÕs a sound I
love, no matter how I got them back.
But I think of Will. I
recommended him. And then I powerplayed him into irrelevance. He chose VÕger
because he needed something that was just his. IÕd taken everything.Ó
ÒNo, Jim.
Ilia was everything to him.
The ship was second best.Ó
He frowned.
ÒIÕm serious. He chose VÕger
because of Ilia. You let him do it
because you took the ship. Now, you have to live with the fact that you
stole it. You have to make peace
with that. And IÕm, quite frankly,
fine with it. That said, if you
want me to transfer off, I will.Ó
He reached out, took her hand. ÒI donÕt. Who else will tell me when IÕm acting like
a goddamned jackass?Ó
She squeezed his hand.
ÒI donÕt know what to do about Spock.Ó
ÒGive it time. Do you think it was easy watching him
and Ny?
You just have to let your heart settle. You canÕt keep stirring up the anger and
hurt with fights and activity and drunken moonlit strolls with incredibly nasty
women—Ó
ÒShe was nasty. You wouldnÕt believe what she was
whispering in my ear.Ó
Chapel laughed. ÒJust give it time. Let yourself be human. Let yourself feel. YouÕre trying so hard not to feel that
youÕre going the other direction.Ó
ÒYouÕre right.Ó He let go of her hand. ÒIÕm sorry I left you on the beach.Ó
ÒYes, I was completely at loose ends.Ó She held up a bottle of something called
Pepsi he hadnÕt noticed sitting on
the table next to the couch. ÒLewis
at the front desk sent this up for me.
Such a sweet boy.Ó She gave
him an evil smile.
Just like heÕd said. Wearing the hell out of that dress.
VI. Hot Diggity
Chapel felt the need to lighten the mood a bit in
the room, so she got up and walked over to the closet. ÒSo what did our benefactor leave us in
the way of fashion.Ó She opened the
door and was momentarily struck silent.
He came over. Seemed to take in the number of
clothes—for her and him—and said, ÒGenerous. Guess she likes her rats to look nice.Ó
ÒGuess so.
Hey, what did your note say?Ó
She turned, so fast she ended up far too close to him. There was an awkward pause as he reached
out to steady her, as she smelled mint and booze on his breath, as his hand
traveled for a moment from her upper arm, which heÕd grabbed to keep her
upright to a more unhurried exploration of her skin.
Then he seemed to realize what he was doing and
pulled away.
ÒIÕm sorry.
Clumsy of me.Ó
ÒItÕs okay.Ó
He reached past her, pulled out a very fancy suit. Lightweight, a grayish blue. He touched the tie. ÒHmmm.Ó
She laughed.
ÒI went to private school.
Hated our uniforms, but I am a pro at tying those things. Now if you want a bow tie, youÕre on
your own, but a Windsor knot I can manage.Ó
He put the suit back, pulled out a black
dress. Cocktail length, round
skirt, gorgeous chiffon halter straps.
The back wasnÕt as low as a dress from their time might have been, but
it looked sexy nonetheless. ÒYowza,Ó he murmured.
She laughed.
ÒI think this goes with that.Ó
She pointed to a darker suit.
ÒFor the blue suit, maybe this?Ó
A pinkish peach dress, strapless, tight in the waist—a perfect
hourglass. She slipped around him,
walked over to the dresser. The
drawers on the left seemed to be filled with things for him. But the ones on the right...
He had followed her. ÒWell, I guess we know what she thinks
weÕll be up to.Ó
Negligees.
Underwear. And something she
wasnÕt sure what it was. She pulled
it out. ÒIdeas?Ó
ÒSwimsuit?Ó
ÒOnly if I wanted to drown. Thing weighs a ton. Also IÕd be flashing everyone.Ó She fingered the straps hanging off what
she presumed was the bottom. Straps
that looked like they connected to something. ÒWait a minute.Ó
She dug around in the drawer, found something
that looked like the tights sheÕd worn with the minidress
uniform from the first mission.
These were much less durable, seemed made of spider webs. She was sure sheÕd put her finger
through them.
ÒDo you need an advanced engineering degree to
get that thing on?Ó
ÒI think so.Ó She fingered the sides. ÒDoes explain how everyone has the
perfect proportions. They arenÕt
sucking it in, this thing is doing it for them.Ó
He took it from her, shoved it back in the
drawer. ÒYou donÕt need it. You look fine just the way you are.Ó
ÒYouÕre sweet. But you really just want to look at the
naughty nightgowns, donÕt you?Ó
ÒI do.
And since I just faced my inner demons about Spock, humor me.Ó
She pulled out the first one. A pretty little white long silky
number. Cut like a Greek goddess
gown. ÒVery nice.Ó
ÒWhatÕs this?Ó He was fingering something made of black
net.
She started to laugh. ÒThey really wore these?Ó
ÒNot for long, they didnÕt.Ó He laughed, too.
The nightie was scandalously short, made of
see-through black netting, had a little tie at the neck, and then flared out to
hang over the fully exposed body it would rest on. Chapel supposed one could wear it over
bras and underwear, although from the look on KirkÕs face, that would just be a
time waster.
She folded the gowns up and put them away,
saying, ÒIÕll look at the rest later,Ó as she shut the drawer.
He let out a ragged breath. ÒProbably a good idea.Ó
She turned, again found herself much too
close. ÒAm I being the klutz or are
you?Ó
ÒI think you are.Ó
ÒYouÕre sure.Ó
He smiled. ÒNo.Ó
She decided not to move back. See what heÕd do. ÒSo what did your note say? It was from her?Ó
ÒYou didnÕt read it?Ó
She shook her head. ÒIt wasnÕt to me.Ó
He studied her as if he didnÕt believe her, then
seemed to accept what sheÕd said.
ÒShe basically told me to settle down. Relax. Enjoy.Ó
ÒThereÕs nothing we can do, sir.Ó
ÒCall me Jim, Chris. ItÕs painfully apparent you know me too
well to be stuck calling me sir.Ó
ÒOkay.
ThereÕs nothing we can do, Jim.
And I know itÕs selfish of me, and probably not very Starfleet, but IÕm
so tired. IÕm tired of working
hard, and IÕm tired of smiling when I donÕt mean it. IÕm tired of everything. And this is nice. This is not our time, but it feels so
good to be here. And IÕd like to
enjoy it. If you tell me not to, I
promise IÕll muster up my officer-within and never say another word.Ó
ÒBut youÕd like the vacation?Ó
She nodded.
ÒSo would I.Ó He took a deep breath. ÒWhy do you think IÕm fighting this so
damn hard? IÕd love to just close
my eyes and not worry about people watching me, people judging me.Ó He surprised her, reaching for her
headband, pulling it off, fluffing her hair so it fell around her face. ÒYou know me and you say you judge me,
but IÕm all right with that. I
donÕt feel threatened by you.Ó
His eyes were starting to droop. ÒIÕm so tired, Chris.Ó
ÒLetÕs go to bed.Ó
He glanced at the bedside clock. ÒItÕs 3:30 in the afternoon.Ó
ÒI donÕt care. IÕm so tired I could sleep for days.Ó
ÒWear the white nightgown?Ó
She laughed.
ÒRight. ThatÕs a great
idea.Ó
ÒItÕs not as if you have sweat pants and a
t-shirt at your disposal.Ó
She frowned.
ÒHow do you know thatÕs what I sleep in?Ó
ÒI saw you coming back late last week. Rand?Ó
She nodded.
ÒVid night. Right before she
shipped off.Ó Rand, her friend who
would have killed to be here with this man, whoÕd left the ship because she
didnÕt want to go through this again.
Chapel was starting to understand why, and she imagined that Rand hadnÕt
ever spent this much time with him.
Chapel walked over to his side of the dresser,
opened the middle drawer, and pulled out a pair of dark green pajamas with
yellow and blue stripes. ÒIÕll wear
the white if you wear these.Ó
ÒDeal.Ó
She went in the bathroom; he changed in the
room. He gave a little knock when
he was ready. She stood staring at
herself, pondering the wisdom of putting her bra back on for modestyÕs
sake. She looked amazing in this
nightgown. Too amazing. A bra would be good—but she hated
sleeping in one. Hated wearing the
damn things at any time, but they were a necessary evil during regular hours,
but not at night. She sighed and
opened the door.
He was pulling down the sheets but stopped when
he saw her. ÒWow.Ó
ÒI can change. I can put something else on.Ó
ÒDonÕt you dare.Ó He smiled. A lovely smile. There was a hint of seduction in it, but
mostly just delight. ÒIÕm too tired
to ravish you. But tomorrow you
might want to rethink your sleepwear choice.Ó
ÒYou chose it.Ó
ÒOh, yeah.
Good job me.Ó He grinned as
he held the covers for her.
She got in and he stared at her a moment longer,
then crawled in himself, not touching her but not making a big deal about not touching
her. Making this easy.
He leaned in, kissed her on the cheek. ÒThank you for psychoanalyzing me. It was no doubt long overdue—but
it took guts to do it. And IÕm
sorry Spock chose Uhura.Ó
As he pulled away, she pondered the thought that she
wasnÕt sorry.
She suddenly wasnÕt sorry at all.
VII. Wake Up, Little Susie
Kirk woke up. Not the waking from a doze that should
have been a real sleep, or the fuzzy-mouthed, hung-over waking of a long sleep
induced by too much booze. This was
the sleep he remembered from once upon a time, before he left his ship the
first time, before he hated his life, before he stole his ship back.
Before he hated himself.
A moan sounded, an arm snaked further around his
midsection. He glanced down, saw
white chiffon and smiled. Hell of a
woman even if she did come loaded with irritating truths.
He had a moment to enjoy how well she seemed to
fit against him before she began to wake, before she pulled her arm away,
murmured an embarrassed, ÒSir, IÕm sorry, I—Ó
ÒItÕs Jim, remember? Especially if youÕre wearing that
nightgown when youÕre saying it.Ó
He kept his eyes up and focused on her face when he said it to avoid the
creep factor that could go with a statement like that, saw her smile.
ÒI didnÕt mean to cuddle, Jim.Ó
ÒDo you hear me complaining?Ó
Again the smile. So sweet, almost surprised that heÕd
compliment her. He supposed she had
taken an emotional beating when Spock had chosen Uhura. And to have it be one of her best
friends, to need to be happy for her—he understood that, had been
there. It wasnÕt great for the self
esteem.
She sighed.
ÒI slept like a baby.Ó
ÒMe too.
It was great.Ó
ÒI know.
Alien sexy lady may end up evil but she has a funny way of warming up to
the main act.Ó
ÒI agree.Ó
He turned on his side so he was facing her.
ÒAnd is it just me, or are there times when you
just feel one with the bedcovers?
When they feel like theyÕre molded to you, the perfect warmth, but not
stifling. Like you could lie here
for hours and be comfortable.Ó
ÒItÕs not just you.Ó Although parts of him were saying they
could stay in bed for hours doing other things with her than just lying
around.
ÒThese are like that.Ó She turned on her side, which brought
her into dangerous proximity to James Junior. ÒAlthough I have to admit, those
bedcover nirvana days are usually when IÕm by myself. IÕm a little worried that IÕm this
comfortable with you on day two. Is
that part of her plan?Ó
ÒWhat if there is no plan?Ó He shifted his hips back a little, just
to be safe. ÒWhat if vacation is
all there is.Ó
ÒWell, then IÕm a great big slut.Ó She started to laugh.
ÒWell, I already am, right? Captain Cock?Ó
ÒI hate that name. But yes, I have heard it bandied about
for you.Ó
ÒI like sex.Ó
ÒI do, too.Ó
James Junior would have done a happy dance if he
hadnÕt already been fully at attention.
ÒI just havenÕt had any for a while.Ó
Not fully at attention, after all.
She met his eyes. ÒAnd I have to hear about it from
someone who has.Ó
ÒUhura tells you the gory details?Ó
ÒWell, not the goriest of details. But sheÕs happy and things slip out when
youÕre happy. IÕd probably have
done the same to her without a thought.Ó
She sighed. ÒAnd the hell of
it is, I donÕt care that much. IÕm
happy for them. It just...Ó
ÒStings.Ó
ÒYeah.Ó
ÒI know.
I have some ex-girlfriends.
Important ex-girlfriends.
The kind you lived with, not just saw occasionally. It was definitely over when it ended but
when I see them with people, it doesnÕt feel good. And I had some closure. You didnÕt, right?Ó He suddenly very much wanted to hear she
had not slept with Spock.
She mumbled something.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒNo, damn it, no goddamned closure. He came to me after Platonius. But it was so clearly driven by that kironide you shot yourselves full of that I sent him away.Ó
ÒWow.
Self control. You really
wanted him back then.Ó
ÒI really did. I also really wanted him to really want
me. So really shut up about it.Ó
He decided not to mention she had brought Spock
up in the first place. ÒIÕm
starving.Ó He glanced at the
clock. Seven a.m. ÒBreakfast on me in the coffee shop?Ó
She laughed.
ÒEverything is on you, Mister Moneybags.Ó
ÒTrue.
Let me pee and then you can have the bathroom.Ó As he got out of bed, he realized heÕd
said that the way heÕd talk to a woman he was comfortable being naked with, not
a fellow crewmate he happened to be stranded with. He decided that didnÕt bother him at
all.
VIII. Blueberry Hill
Chapel studied the menu, delighting in the bounty
of high-cholesterol delights that lay before her. When the waitress came, she said, ÒIÕd
like the Floridian breakfast, eggs over easy. With bacon and can I get a side of
sausage?Ó
ÒSure, honÕ,Ó the waitress
said. ÒToast or English muffin?Ó
ÒToast.
Oh and hash browns.Ó
ÒThey come with.Ó
ÒPerfect.Ó
She sipped her coffee. The
waitress had poured without asking, the orange juice—fresh
squeezed—had come with the water.
Jim ordered pancakes with a side of bacon and
once the waitress was gone, leaned forward with a grin and asked, ÒDid we have
sex I donÕt know about? Or do you
always work up an appetite in your sleep?Ó
ÒHey, we skipped dinner.Ó She laughed. ÒBesides, itÕs all so bad for us. Everything in our time is scrubbed clear
of impurities or is made from something more healthy. IÕm looking forward to risking a heart
attack with each bite.Ó She gave
him a smile she knew was a little goofy, was relieved to see him laugh instead
of back away slowly.
ÒYouÕre a kook.Ó
ÒI probably am.Ó
ÒItÕs charming.Ó
ÒSee if you think that in a week.Ó
ÒTwo.Ó
ÒSo, you were listening.Ó She laughed at his expression. ÒSorry, that was just such a great line
of hers. Who the hell is she,
anyway? Have we run into her? IÕd ask if sheÕs someone you ticked off
but hey, if this is her angry, make her even madder.Ó
He shook his head. ÒNever seen her before in my life. That I recall.Ó He sipped his orange juice. ÒWow. This is good.Ó
ÒEverything is. ItÕs all so...vibrant, isnÕt it?Ó
ÒIt is.Ó
He looked out the window the hostess had so nicely seated them by. ÒFor so long on Earth, life was just
gray. And now here I am back on it,
and itÕs not gray at all.Ó He met
her eyes. ÒI never thought being off
the Enterprise would feel like such a
relief.Ó
ÒWell, as far as we know, we are going back to
it. ItÕs a break, not a goodbye.Ó
ÒTrue.
Still. You were right. IÕve switched off somehow. Like IÕm not happy with myself, with how
I got where I got.Ó
ÒThatÕs actually very understandable.Ó
Why?
Because I got there in an underhanded, son-of-a-bitch sort of way.Ó
ÒIs that what you think?Ó
ÒJesus, is psychology one of your many
specializations, too?Ó
She smiled gently. ÒI mean, mon capitaine, that you are a good man. I know you—you may think I donÕt,
but I do. And I know how you would
feel about what you did, and you just summed it up. I, for the record, donÕt believe Decker
could have gotten us free of VÕger the way you
did. So for my sake and the sake of
my friends, for everyone on this planet—and for all the other planets you
saved since VÕger would not have stopped with
us—IÕm glad you did it.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
His smile was terribly tentative.
ÒYes, really. But it was an underhanded move. The fact that you were in a such a
dark place that you could do it should give you pause. Maybe you should be thinking: how do I
avoid ever being in this place again?Ó
ÒGood advice.Ó
ÒIÕm great at giving other people advice.Ó She smiled, then moved back so the
waitress could put her breakfast in front of her. ÒYum.Ó
ÒIÕll be back with a refill.Ó
They dug in, nodding thanks as the waitress
refilled their coffees. Chapel
moaned in happiness. Bad-for-you
food tasted sooooo good. She noticed Jim eying the sausage links.
ÒReally?
You think IÕm going to give you one of these?Ó
ÒI did save you from VÕger.Ó
ÒPass me your plate.Ó He did, and she rolled two of her four
links onto his plate.
ÒTwo.
Really? IÕm touched.Ó And he did seem to be.
ÒI donÕt give up food easily. Something you should know about me.Ó
ÒDuly noted.
And appreciated.Ó He took a
bite of the sausage. ÒOhhh. My
grandma used to make it like this.
This brings back memories.Ó
She smiled at how young he suddenly looked. Then she lost herself some more in her
food.
ÒDid you see bathing suits when you were going
through our fashion stash?Ó he asked.
ÒSeveral styles. Plus what passes for sunscreen in this
era, too.Ó
ÒYou want to be a beach bunny?Ó
She nodded.
Then she frowned. ÒIf that
alien wasnÕt lying, if no time passes on the ship while weÕre here and we do
get to go back, then if we come back tanned but didnÕt leave that way, wonÕt
the crew find that odd?Ó
ÒThatÕs her problem. If we come back at all.Ó
ÒYou seem copacetic with that concept. You think weÕre prisoners here?Ó
ÒThat remains to be seen. But for now, I suggest we eat, swim,
sleep, and enjoy ourselves. WeÕre
not currently at our best, and if we do need to make a break for it later, weÕll
do it more effectively if weÕre well rested, well exercised, and well fed.Ó
ÒWow, even Spock could not have rationalized that
better.Ó
He grinned at her. ÒPlus, you know IÕm right.Ó
He was right. And it would be fun. Win, win—the James T. Kirk way.
IX. Banana Boat Song
The ocean was perfect, not so warm it was like
bath water, not too cold it was uncomfortable for long periods. The sun was shining, the temperature
hovering in the low eighties with a nice breeze. He and Chris lay on towels the cabana
boy had given them, white towels with the hotel monogram on them, white towels
now covered with wet sand and suntan lotion.
Chris was wearing a bikini. Nothing like the kind of their
time. This was demure but still
managed to be sexy. Red with white
polka dots—a high-waisted bottom with a halter
top that was cut low—they liked cleavage in the 1950s. Every woman on the beach seemed to not
mind showing it. But it was modest
cleavage, the kind that made a man think there was more to discover, not that
he was seeing everything in one look.
MenÕs swimming trunks hadnÕt changed all that
much over the centuries. There were
those who liked them tiny and tight—he was not one of those. There were those who liked to look like
surfers. There were professional
swimmers who went with whatever was deemed the most aerodynamic, no matter how
idiotic they looked. And then there
were the generic swim trunks, which is what most men were wearing here,
including Kirk. His were navy. There were two other pair in the
room. One dark green. One burgundy. HeÕd let Chris pick out whatever she
thought went best with the red polka dots.
HeÕd picked out her bikini.
She was wonderfully generous at letting him dress
her. Seemed to enjoy it even. God knew, James Junior was getting a
kick out of it.
She got up and walked to the water, and he
watched every move of her polka-dotted bottom. It was bad, he knew, but he had a
feeling she was milking that walk.
She turned when she was in the water up to her waist and grinned at him
before she threw herself backwards and started to backstroke away with long,
effortless strokes. It had not
surprised him to learn sheÕd been on the swim team at her private school. She had the body for it.
It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea
why sheÕd gone to private school.
It wasnÕt as common as it once was.
When she showed no sign of coming in from the water, he went out to her,
swimming to where she was, seeing a welcoming smile on her face as she realized
it was him.
ÒI have a question.Ó
ÒThat couldnÕt wait until I got back?Ó She grinned.
ÒI might have dozed off and forgotten to
ask. I think we should have a rule
for our vacation slash imprisonment.Ó
ÒOkay?Ó
ÒWe have a question, we ask the question. No waiting.Ó
ÒWhat if itÕs the wrong moment for the
question? What if say youÕre in the
bathroom and I suddenly want to know your favorite color?Ó
ÒOkay, some waiting.Ó
ÒI could forget. Do I have to write things down now?Ó
ÒChris.Ó
ÒHey, itÕs your rule.Ó She laughed and then struggled as he
pretended to dunk her. She was
nearly as strong as he was, and they ended up wrestling, both going underwater,
coming up breathless, arms around each other, James Junior pressed against her
leg and—
ÒOh, my.Ó
She was grinning very wickedly.
ÒAll your damn fault, missy.Ó
ÒMoi?Ó She tried to look innocent. Failed utterly, seemed to know it, and
laughed. Then she moved, just
enough to make it clear she was saying her own little version of hello to James
Junior.
ÒDo that again, and I will have to kiss you.Ó
She did it again. He had to kiss her.
Her arms came around his neck, and they both took
a deep breath as they sank under the water, lips frantic on each other, tongues
working, finally breaking the embrace to kick back up to the air and breathe.
He found her hand, pulled her closer to shore so
they could stand on the sand. ÒThis
is a conservative time. People
donÕt kiss like this on the beach for no reason.Ó
She looked a little disappointed. ÒUnderstood.Ó
ÒNo, I mean, change to our story. This is a delayed honeymoon for us. Not too delayed, though. We couldnÕt
afford it right after the wedding but now we can. Hence the romance.Ó
ÒWhy delayed?Ó
ÒWho changes their identification before the
wedding? Our names are the same on
our driversÕ licenses.Ó
She smiled.
ÒYou are so smart.Ó
ÒYes, thatÕs why IÕm the captain.Ó He pulled her back into his arms, was
amazed at how good—no, how goddamned great—it felt to be kissing
her. A woman heÕd never considered kissing. What the hell was wrong with him?
He kissed her for a long time, then he pulled
away. ÒSo my question.Ó
She laughed.
ÒYou are not easily distracted.Ó
ÒWhy did you go to private school?Ó
And suddenly she was shutting down before his
eyes.
ÒHey, Chris.
No, stay with me.Ó
ÒI donÕt even know why I keep bringing that
up. I never bring that up and IÔve
mentioned it twice to you.Ó She
looked like she was going to bolt, kick away from him and make for open water,
maybe swim all the way to Cuba or the Bahamas.
He turned her, so she didnÕt have to look at him,
so she was lying against his chest, floating as he walked them along, staring
not at him but at the beautiful Miami sky.
ÒIs this easier?Ó He wrapped
his arms around her, was relieved when she held on to them.
She nodded, finally started to talk. ÒMy mom died when I was nine. My dad and I, we never really got along
that well. Too alike maybe. I donÕt know. When she died, I think we both just quit
trying. And then he met someone else. She wanted kids of her own and she
didnÕt want me around. He had lots
of money, so he sent me away.
Private school. Paid for
them to keep me on holidays and breaks, too. I read a lot to keep busy. Finished early, actually. Started college a year early.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry.Ó
ÒPeople wondered how I could fall in love with my
advisor. With someone who was a
mentor, a father figure of sorts.
How could I not? IÕd never
had that kind of interest. I was
just drowning in it. And it just sort
of made sense that Roger loved me, too.
Classic transference, no doubt.Ó
She rolled over so she was facing him. ÒHonestly, IÕve never told anyone about
that. Not even Roger. Maybe I thought I owed you after all the
probing in your psyche I was doing.Ó
ÒMaybe you trusted me enough? Maybe you just needed to get it
out? Maybe you were tired of
keeping it in—as tired as I was?Ó
ÒMaybe.Ó
She reached out, touched his cheek.
ÒWhat I said yesterday, despite that, you need to understand
something. I have always—will
always—feel utterly safe with you.
And I have ever since we found Roger. Ever since you kept his secret. Ever since you didnÕt put me on report
for how I acted—Ó
ÒI gave you hell in private.Ó
ÒI deserved worse.Ó
ÒIt was a hard time.Ó
ÒWould you make those excuses for anyone else?Ó
He had to think about that. ÒI donÕt know. For those I care about, maybe. You never did it again. And you saved me when Janice Lester took
my body, when you left that glass where I could get to it, where I could break
it and use it to cut my restraints.
WeÕre even on that score.Ó
She smiled, rubbed against him gently.
ÒI take it you want another kiss?Ó
She nodded.
ÒIf you want it, then kiss me.Ó
Smiling, she moved in, her lips soft, her mouth
opening to his. They moved into
shore, kissing until they ended up lying in the surf, and he pulled her up and
led her back to the towels.
The beach was getting more crowded. A couple had set up umbrellas near
them. The man winked at Kirk. ÒReplaying your own From Here to Eternity moment?Ó
Kirk nodded in a way that could mean
anything.
ÒLet me guess. Honeymoon?Ó
Chris sat up, pressing next to Kirk in what was a
rather wifely pose. He realized
sheÕd been studying how the women of this time sat, how they moved, how they
interacted with their men.
Damned interesting woman.
ÒIÕm Calvin Elliot. This is my wife Barbara.Ó
A blonde woman peeked out from the other
umbrella. ÒPleased to meet you.Ó
ÒWeÕre from Poughkeepsie,Ó Calvin said. ÒJust got here today. Could not wait to get to the beach.Ó
ÒIÕm Jim Kirk. This is Christine.Ó
ÒHello,Ó Chris murmured, her voice pitched lower
and huskier than normal. ÒWeÕre
from Iowa.Ó
ÒSure is nice to have some warm weather, isnÕt
it? It was an awful drive down
through Jersey.Ó Barbara was
smiling at Christine. ÒIs this your
honeymoon? You both seem
so...romantic.Ó
ÒIt is,Ó Kirk said. ÒDelayed a bit. You know how it goes. CanÕt always afford it right after the
wedding.Ó
ÒKnow it well. I shipped off right after Barbara
and I got hitched, didnÕt I, sweetheart?Ó
She nodded, then muttered, ÒNever did get a
honeymoon. All these years, still
waiting. Simple thing, youÕd
think. Just book us the honeymoon
suite but no...Ó
ChrisÕs fingers tightened on his legs. He thought she might be trying not to
laugh.
Calvin was opening a small cooler. ÒYou want a beer?Ó
ÒIÕm fine,Ó Chris said, lying down to soak up
more sun.
ÒSure, why not.Ó Kirk noticed a spot that was burning on her,
put more suntan lotion on her—they didnÕt even try to call it
sunscreen—before reaching for the bottle Calvin held out.
ÒTo not being at work,Ó Calvin said.
Kirk clinked his bottle against CalvinÕs. ÒIÕll drink to that.Ó
X. Tonite
Tonite
Chapel relaxed into JimÕs arms as they danced,
the dance floor crowded but she didnÕt mind, he had a way of making it feel all
their own. Although they had to
clear off every time one of the more current dances started—they were
definitely not up to some of the fancier steps.
And one was starting up now. They left the dance floor, along with
some of the older couples and she laughed.
ÒWeÕre ancient.Ó
ÒYou donÕt look ancient. You look beautiful.Ó
She smoothed down the pinky peach dress. It made her feel sexy and innocent all
at once. Like sheÕd somehow been
whisked back with the knowledge she had now to her prom. If sheÕd actually gone to her prom.
Jim looked handsome—as if the man could
look any other way—in the gray-blue suit. SheÕd tied his tie for him, and heÕd
made a game of it, stealing kisses as sheÕd worked. Never trying for more than that, despite
evidence that he wanted her.
And she wanted him. But she was glad heÕd waited. TheyÕd know when the time was right.
Now felt like a good time. She could tell she was grinning in a
very naughty way because he started laughing and pulled her closer. ÒDo I want to know what youÕre
thinking?Ó
ÒJust how much fun you are.Ó
ÒThat was not what you were thinking.Ó He pulled her to him, kissed her softly—a
tender rather than passionate kiss, and she loved that he could do that, that
there were so many sides to his affection.
ÒThat I want you.Ó
ÒMmmm. Better answer. I want you, too.Ó He pulled her out to the balcony that
sat off the dance floor. The
concierge at their hotel had told them about this place. Dinner and dancing, great steaks, great
music, free champagne for dancers.
A server came around with small glasses of champagne and they took one,
sipped carefully. She could tell
neither of them wanted to get intoxicated.
ÒWhat I cannot figure out,Ó he said, as he put
his arm around her, drew her down the balcony to where they could see the
ocean. ÒIs why I never noticed you
before.Ó
She leaned into him. ÒI was interested in your best friend. That mattered back then.Ó
ÒYou think it wouldnÕt matter now?Ó
She looked up at him. ÒWell, no, because a. heÕs with someone
else and b. he abandoned you.Ó
ÒHmmm.Ó
ÒAlso, you donÕt tend to mess in your nest.Ó
ÒI know but I still could have noticed you. I have willpower, but IÕm not blind.Ó
ÒMaybe IÕm only pretty in the 1950s,Ó she said,
rubbing her nose against his, and she heard him groan as she managed to rub her
leg against another part of him.
ÒOr maybe youÕre just an idiot who canÕt see a good thing when itÕs
right in front of him.Ó
ÒIÕd say that works both ways. I donÕt remember you ever taking a break
from your Spock fascination to moon over me.Ó
ÒI didnÕt.
I was a moron, itÕs true.Ó
She leaned in, nuzzled his neck.
ÒIt makes sense to me now, since weÕve been talking about my dad. He and Spock, theyÕre so alike. And I watch Spock with Ny and I see the same thing that I saw when IÕd watch my
dad with my stepmother. How
available he was to her, in ways he never ever would be to me. ItÕs not that he and my dad canÕt love,
itÕs that they donÕt love me. Why did it take me so long to see that?Ó
ÒWhy did it take me so long to admit IÕm mad at
my best friend? That I donÕt trust
him?Ó
ÒBecause weÕre both stubborn. Because we both think we can power
through anything. That if we apply
enough effort and willpower, thereÕs nothing we canÕt do.Ó
He nodded slowly. ÒThatÕs probably true. Is that good that weÕre both like that?Ó
She laughed.
ÒAs long as weÕre both pulling in the same direction it is.Ó
The music changed, a softer tune, slow. He put his champagne down on the wide
bench that circled the balcony, took hers and put it down, too. She turned and they were dancing,
slowly, kissing as they moved, covering no ground, just swaying.
When the song ended, changed to a faster one
again, she leaned back, held securely and looked up at him. ÒYou are one very handsome man.Ó
ÒYes?Ó
She nodded.
ÒI would like you to take me back to the hotel.Ó
ÒYou would?Ó
His grin turned teasing.
ÒAnd get you a room of your own?Ó
She shook her head.
ÒAnd make a bed for myself on the floor out of
towels and dirty clothes?Ó
Again she shook her head.
He pulled her up so she was against his chest and
ran his hands down the exposed skin on her back. ÒAnd make love to you?Ó
She nodded.
He pretended to have to think about it, screwing
up his face and looking to the sky as if this was a hard decision.
She moved so no one could see them, reached down,
found James Junior, reminded him that he was crazy for her, heard Jim
groan. Loudly. ÒOr, my dear, sweet,
Jim, you can sleep on dirty clothes.Ó
ÒOh, fine, sex it is.Ó He grinned, and she grinned back, and
suddenly he pulled her to him, kissing her in a way that was silly and happy
and more a game than anything too heavy.
ÒNow, you wench, give me a moment to get my better half down there
composed and we can go.Ó
She whistled and drank her champagne while he
muttered what she thought was the periodic table. Then he said, ÒLetÕs get the hell out of
here,Ó and downed his champagne, found a server to leave their glasses with,
then strolled with her back to the hotel.
XI. Chantilly Lace
Kirk nearly ran into Calvin and Barbara as he and
Chris tried to make it across the lobby to the elevators.
ÒDonÕt you look pretty,Ó Barbara said to
Christine, who returned the favor.
ÒJoin us for a nightcap?Ó Calvin was already headed off to the
bar.
Barbara smiled. ÒIÕll tell him you had other things to
do. Not that heÕd remember what
those were.Ó She managed to wink
and roll her eyes in quick succession, then headed off to join her husband.
ÒShall we,Ó Kirk said, taking ChrisÕs hand.
ÒGet me upstairs before I undress you right
here.Ó
ÒI hate a woman who canÕt articulate what she
wants.Ó He smiled as he pushed the
call button, they got on with a family of four and behaved themselves until the
family got off on the third floor and then he pushed her against the wall, kissed
her deeply.
The car stopped on the fifth floor, and she
laughed and pulled him out. They
practically ran down the hallway to their room, and he found himself fumbling
with the key like a silly teenage.
ÒI swear IÕm better than this when it counts.Ó
She grinned and pulled him to her, kissing him
while her hand settled over his, turning just right because the door opened and
they were inside. ÒItÕs easier to
do when youÕre distracted.Ó
ÒItÕs easier to do when youÕre the one
distracting me.Ó He moved her back
a bit, said, ÒHold that thought,Ó then put the ÒDo Not DisturbÓ sign on the
outside of the door the way heÕd seen others hanging, and locked the door.
Then he turned around to look at her. ÒYou really are beautiful.Ó
ÒNo, IÕm not.Ó
He closed the gap between them. ÒYes. You are.Ó He moved behind her, kissed her neck
until she moaned, until she was leaning against him, breathing fast while he
held her, his arm under her breasts.
He slowly pulled the clips out of her hair so it fell around her in soft
waves. He moved back to face her. ÒI like your hair dark. Classic color, and with your eyes. Gorgeous.Ó
She blushed and looked down. She wasnÕt used to compliments? He found that charming—and
sad. HeÕd have to rectify that.
He reached over, found the zipper on the side of
the dress that his little turn around her had located—never underestimate
the value of a good recon mission—and unzipped it. Then he helped her step out of her
dress, leaving her in lace strapless bra and underwear that matched her skintone. He
was about to undo her bra when she gently cleared her throat.
ÒYou have a comment?Ó
ÒThere is a definite imbalance in clothed to not
clothed in this room. I suggest in
the interest of fairness that we rectify that.Ó
He grinned and kicked off his shoes. ÒDo your worst, my dear.Ó
She took off his jacket, hung it over the back of
the chair and picked her dress off the floor and slid it over this jacket. Then she went to work on his pants,
taking her own sweet time in unbuckling the belt, in undoing the button, in unzipping
the—
ÒChris, for the love of God.Ó
She laughed and got the rest done quickly. The pants she set on top of her
dress. He was standing in his
shirt, underwear and socks. With a
devilish look, she pulled down his underwear.
ÒHey, thatÕs not fair.Ó
ÒI wanted to see my friend down there. HeÕs very beautiful, by the way.Ó
And just like that, neither he nor James Junior
cared about equity. ÒTake this damn
shirt off me.Ó
She smiled and got it off with the efficiency of the
nurse he remembered, then peeled off his undershirt and socks.
ÒYou are overdressed, Chris.Ó
She nodded and moved away from him, toward the
bed. He pounced on her, and she
squealed as he pulled her to him and had her bra off faster than he thought she
expected, letting her breasts spill out.
Good God, she was magnificent.
She suddenly looked nervous.
He tipped up her chin so she had to look at
him. ÒI was a goddamned fool. I mean it. Stunning.Ó He eased off her underwear. Smiled at how her hips curved into her
waist. ÒGoddamned stunning.Ó
They fell onto the bed, kissing and
murmuring. She found him with her
hand, and he moaned so loudly she stopped and said, ÒIÕm sorry.Ó
ÒOh, no, do not ever be sorry for doing
that. Please, please, go back to
doing that.Ó
She grinned and did what he said, followed it in
fact with her lips, with her strong mouth, with her other hand, with him
saying, ÒChris, Chris, stop now if you donÕt—Ó and her shaking her head
and him shutting up just in time to—oh, holy God.
She looked up at him, a very satisfied look on
her face, and he thought to himself that Spock was a great big fool. Best blow job ever.
ÒCome here, you,Ó he said, as he pulled her to
him. They kissed, and he could
taste himself on her, and he decided it was only fair that she be able to taste
herself on him, so he kissed his way down her body, repaid the favor, using
every skill he knew to make this the best sheÕd ever had.
Her breasts were flushed a bright red when she
finally came down and he smiled.
ÒJust okay?Ó he asked.
ÒWords.
Too hard. Later.Ó
He grinned and pulled her close, kissing her
cheek, because he could see she was still trying to catch her breath. Oh yeah, let some other guy beat that.
She turned and looked at him, her eyes wearing
the happy bleariness of a mind-blowing orgasm. ÒOh. My.
God.Ó
ÒYes, I am very good, thank you. As are you, my dear. I think we are very well matched.Ó
She nodded but it came out a little wavery. ÒI
think. I need. Work harder.Ó
He wasnÕt going to disagree. The idea that she might be able to
improve on what sheÕd already done was making James Junior sit up and take
notice.
He pushed her to her back while she was still in
the limp, ÒIÕll recover someday but not right nowÓ state, and entered her,
moving slowly, building up. He
could see her coming back to him, grasping his shoulders, her legs wrapping
around him. ÒThereÕs my girl,Ó he
said softly as he began to thrust in earnest.
She was gone, riding the wave, and he watched her,
loving the look she got, loving that she was calling his name out, not ÒBabyÓ
or ÒHoneyÓ but ÒJim.Ó
As he worked to his own completion, her name came
without effort. ÒChris,Ó ÒChris,Ó
ÒChris,Ó as he pounded inside her.
When he was finished, she held him tightly and kissed him and ran her
fingers lightly across his back.
ÒOh, my God,Ó she whispered. ÒTwo weeks of this? I love that alien. IÕm willing to swear fealty to her, Jim. IÕm serious: if she shows up now, IÕm
her slave so long as she lets me keep you.Ó
He chuckled and said, ÒIÕm right there with you,
Chris.Ó
XII. In the Still of the
Night
Chapel shifted in JimÕs arms, felt him kiss her
forehead and sighed. The moon was
shining on the sea, and she had gotten up and opened the balcony door, so they
could hear the sound of the surf.
Usually it was awkward after first sex, but they
fit each other so well. No matter
how she moved, there was a place for her, comfort. SheÕd never had that. Not with Roger, not with any of the men
sheÕd been with. It was always
awkward, trying to find a place for arms and legs, trying to relax in their
arms.
ÒI have a son,Ó Kirk murmured, and she turned to
be sure sheÕd heard him right. ÒHis
name is David. IÕm not
allowed—his mother didnÕt want me in his life at all if I couldnÕt be
there full time. What you
said. About your father. It made me think of him. How he must feel.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry.
Have you met him?Ó
ÒNo.
SheÕs not the kind to change her mind.Ó He closed his eyes. ÒShe made me choose. Space or her—and my son.Ó
She turned, didnÕt try to touch him, to comfort
him, just met his eyes. ÒThatÕs not
a fair choice. Plenty of people
have both. She wanted to control
you, thatÕs all.Ó
ÒThatÕs what I told myself. That if I gave ground on that, then it
would be something else.Ó
She nodded.
ÒAnd something else, and something else.Ó She ran her finger down his cheek. ÒIÕm sorry for David, though. Not knowing you. Not knowing how exceptional his father
is.Ó
He kissed her, a soft, gentle—almost
needy—kiss. ÒThank you.Ó
ÒJust the truth. You would have been a great father. Look how well you take care of all of us
on your crew.Ó She kissed him,
longer this time, but still gently, still with affection instead of
passion. They had time for passion:
this sharing was important.
He began to play with her hair, had a strange
look on his face.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒI could fall in love with you so easily.Ó
ÒMe, too.Ó
She looked away, toward the moon and the gently billowing
draperies. ÒIs that a problem?Ó
ÒYouÕre on my crew.Ó
ÒIn medical.
The most independent of the departments. And I can relieve you.Ó
ÒThis is true.Ó He didnÕt seem cheered by her
logic. ÒBut crew—I donÕt do
that.Ó
ÒDo we have to figure it out now?Ó
He shook his head. ÒBut is it fair to you if we donÕt?Ó
ÒLook, if all we have are these two weeks, then
letÕs not waste the time thinking about how you canÕt be with me, okay? LetÕs just enjoy them while we can.Ó
He moved so he was over her, perched on his
elbows, studying her. ÒAre you sure
that wonÕt make it harder?Ó
ÒOf course it will make it harder. But what kind of idiot doesnÕt explore
this for as long as she can? What
kind of idiot has you and doesnÕt keep you for as long as she can?Ó
His look softened and she pulled him on top of
her, into her. She sighed at the
contact, at how good it was.
ÒThere is no way IÕm giving this up until I have
to.Ó She moved her hips up to meet
his thrust, saw him grimace in pleasure.
ÒUnless you disagree with that course of action.Ó
ÒNo disagreement here. Damn the torpedoes...Ó He seemed to lose himself in a torpedo
of his own, and she smiled as she did what she could to make it even better for
him—and for herself.
They came in close succession, breathing hard,
clutching each other.
ÒFull speed ahead,Ó she whispered as she stroked
him and he kissed her chest. ÒFull
speed ahead.Ó
XIII. Purple People Eater
They ran into Calvin and Barbara in the coffee
shop, Kirk decided to repay the beers Calvin had shared on the beach by
springing for breakfast. He shot
Chris a quick look to make sure she was okay with them joining the other two,
and she smiled easily.
ÒYou two have plans for today?Ó Calvin
asked. ÒWeÕre heading out to the
Everglades. Going to ride an
airboat. You ever been on one?Ó
Kirk shook his head. HeÕd always wanted to go on one. No reverse, just forward. Brakes were for wimps in the swamp,
apparently. Although realistically
he understood the design and the technical limitations of it when it came to
trying to slow quickly.
ÒIÕm game,Ó Chris said softly, her hand finding
his under the table.
He squeezed her hand gently, could not get enough
of touching her. WasnÕt sure what
they were doing to do when or if they got back to the ship—for now, he wasnÕt
thinking that far ahead. He was
just going to enjoy this, enjoy her, and figure the future out when it came.
ÒNever have been on one, Calvin. Sure would love to go.Ó
ÒWell, we didnÕt drive our Buick down here so it
could sit in the parking lot. LetÕs
do it.Ó Calvin looked very
happy. ÒTheyÕre supposed to have a
real good barbeque for lunch, too.
All sorts of native foods.Ó
ÒMeaning alligator?Ó Barbara asked, looking
dubious.
ÒAnd worse.Ó
Calvin laughed like a little boy.
A very mischievous little boy.
Kirk was suddenly reminded of Gary Mitchell.
They agreed to meet in the lobby in fifteen
minutes and Kirk and Chris hurried up to their room.
When they got there, she surprised him, pushing
him against the door. ÒDo we have
time for a quickie?Ó She was
already making nice with James Junior.
He slid off her shorts and underwear, then his
own, hiked her onto the dresser, and found her ready for him. ÒBeen thinking about this?Ó
ÒAll through breakfast. Now hurry the hell up.Ó
He took her, moving fast, laughing, just like she
was, at how silly they were being but enjoying the hell out of it anyway. He found how she liked to be touched
from this angle, pushed her over the pleasure cliff, then finding his own way
down.
They were both breathing hard, arms wrapped
around each other, chuckling softly.
ÒOh, yeah, IÕll be thinking about that all day.Ó
She eased him out of her. ÒMe, too.Ó She walked into the bathroom, wet a
washcloth and tossed it to him and then cleaned herself up before brushing her
teeth.
He followed suit, then went in and tried to work
around her, spitting when she wasnÕt.
They pulled their shorts back on, he made sure they had plenty of cash,
and they put suntan lotion on each other.
Then they left to join Calvin and Barbara.
The drive out to the Everglades took a while, but
Calvin was funnier than Kirk expected and Barbara was the perfect straight
woman, filling in the way only a longsuffering wife could. Chris and he laughed loudly at some of
their rants about New York weather, the lack of a good pizza anywhere but New
York, and the strange people you found in Miami.
They finally got to the park and they waited in
line for tickets then hurried to the airboat rides, skipping the alligator
wrestling show.
ÒHead for a small boat. ItÕs a better ride than one of the big
group ones.Ó Calvin was a regular
walking tour guide. Not that Kirk
minded: so far he was giving good information.
The boats were flat bottomed with three small
bench seats set up high and tiered so the driverÕs seat in the back was higher
than the bench in the middle, which was higher than the one in the front. Kirk stepped into the boat, holding a
hand out for Chris, then slid onto the middle bench behind Calvin and Barbara
who were sitting primly in the front seat.
Kirk grinned at Chris as he put his arm around her and pulled her close,
then he said, ÒDo you have something to pull your hair back with? ItÕs going to get really windy and
loud. IÕve read about these
things.Ó
She nodded, pulled some kind of elastic out of
the bag she carried and had her hair into a pony tail and then a shorter
twist. ÒBetter?Ó
ÒPerfect.Ó
He leaned in to kiss her.
ÒLooks like we have a pair of lovebirds,Ó the
pilot said as he got on the boat.
ÒOkay folks, I cannot stress this enough, keep your arms and legs inside
this boat at all times. If we do
see any gators, you do not want to try to pet them.Ó
ÒDo we look like idiots?Ó Chapel asked Kirk
softly.
ÒApparently so.Ó
ÒSomeone must have tried or they wouldnÕt have to
say it, I guess.Ó
ÒItÕs a miracle we ever got to space.Ó He grinned and kissed her again,
enjoying the freedom of not being anyone but Mr. James Kirk. No one looking over his shoulder. No one checking up on him.
Then again, maybe no one really was checking up
on him. Maybe he was the only one
doing that these days? HeÕd stolen
a ship, after all—albeit with CommandÕs blessing, but still, all his
peers knew exactly what heÕd done—and managed to ÒloseÓ the former
captain in the process. And heÕd
gotten a commendation not a dressing down.
Maybe he could do whatever the
hell he wanted.
Within reason. If he stepped too far out of line, he
had a feeling the woman leaning against him would let him know in no uncertain
terms. But for her to do that, heÕd
have to let her in. Let her be with
him. No hardship there.
He could have his cake and eat it too. Only, that saying never made sense to
him. ShouldnÕt it be eat his cake
and have it, too? Unless the
originators of the saying were thinking in a nonlinear sense?
ÒOkay, here we go.Ó The pilot waited until the young man on
the docks had untied them and pushed them off with a pole before he eased the
propeller on and they started forward.
Kirk found himself smiling as they hit the open
saw grass and the pilot let her go.
He was glad heÕd worn the sunglasses heÕd found in one of the drawers,
but he wished he had earplugs--the sound of the prop made his ears ache.
Suddenly, he felt Chris pushing something into
his hand, little round pellets of some kind. She mimed putting them in his ears and
he realized sheÕd made them out of bathroom tissue sheÕd put in her purse. He let his eyebrows go up and she
laughed and shrugged, then made some for herself and stuck them in her
ears. He followed her lead and
sighed in relief: they worked great.
She reached into the seemingly endless bag and pulled out a pair of
sunglasses—very sexy, cat-eye glasses that made him think of sex.
Then again, everything she did right now made him
think of sex.
The boat slowed when they were past the saw
grass, and the pilot said, ÒThis here is what we call an alligator hole. Everyone stay real quiet and letÕs see
if one surfaces.Ó
They waited, and Kirk saw something that looked
too much like a Gorn for his comfort rise over by the
shore. He pointed, and the pilot
said, ÒGood eye. Look to your
right, everyone. That looks to be a
youngster. Probably no more than
four or five feet long. TheyÕre at
their most dangerous at that size.
Very nimble. Take your hand
off in a second.Ó
They waited but no more came up.
Chris took her earplugs out, said very softly, ÒI
thought this place was teeming with them.Ó
ÒNot right now. They were overhunted. They almost died out. Will take about thirty years to
recover.Ó
ÒGood?Ó
She smiled. ÒTheyÕre really
ugly.Ó
SheÕd said that loud enough for their pilot to
hear. He leaned in. ÒThey havenÕt changed since prehistoric
times. No need to. Why improve on perfection?Ó
A purple streak flew by them, causing Barbara to
shriek and nearly push Calvin out of the boat. Kirk steadied him.
ÒNo cause for concern, maÕam. ThatÕs just a purple gallinule. Pretty rare bird, makes its nest out
here. Kind of reminds some of a
peacock. If you all sit still, it
might come up on the boat.Ó
ÒI donÕt like birds,Ó Barbara said in a very loud
voice. ÒLetÕs not sit still, okay?Ó
Chris patted her. ÒItÕs all right. We wonÕt let the bird hurt you.Ó
ÒThanks, Christine. YouÕre a real pal.Ó Barbara turned to Calvin and took his
arm. ÒSorry I almost pushed you in
the drink like that.Ó
ÒSÕokay,
sweetheart. Jim had my back.Ó
ÒLetÕs see if we can find one of the elusive Florida
panthers,Ó the pilot said, starting up the airboat again; Kirk and Chris
scrambled to get their earplugs back in.
There were, alas, no panthers to be seen. They saw some water snakes, a few more
alligators, lots of birds, and a few raccoons.
When the boat docked, Kirk shoved his earplugs
into his pocket, saw Chris stow hers in her handbag, and he followed her off
the boat. They took in the
alligator wrestling show, less wrestling than basic Òtire the big reptile out
so I can catch him and turn him into stewÓ techniques learned from the
Seminoles.
Then they hit the barbeque. He and Chris skipped the frog legs,
although both Calvin and Barbara seemed excited to see them on the buffet. There was catfish, which Kirk had always
enjoyed when heÕd visited Bones.
And the alligator tail meat: was it clichŽ to
say it tasted like chicken?
The barbeque was an adventure. Fielding Calvin and BarbaraÕs questions
about where and how he and Chris had met was an even bigger adventure.
On a ship didnÕt work. Calvin had shipped out—heÕd know
all the ships, if he was navy. Even
if he was one of the other services, heÕd know something was fishy about KirkÕs
story.
At the office? Which one? Where Chris was a nurse, okay, but now a
doctor? In this era?
In Space?
Ha ha, good one.
Chris kept it simple. ÒWe grew up next door to each
other. In Riverside.Ó
Kirk waxed rhapsodic for a moment about his Iowa
hometown, then realized he was going on about things that might not be built
for 300 years. ÒWhat about you?Ó he
asked them. ÒHow did you two fall
in love?Ó
Fortunately, when Calvin wound up, he didnÕt wind
back down. He got them all the way
through lunch with a very funny story about how he wooed and won Barbara, with
his wife once again playing straight woman.
ÒYou two ready to head back to town?Ó Barbara
asked. ÒWe head down to Key Largo
tomorrow morning. My sister lives
down there. With her new husband
Stan.Ó It was clear from her tone
what Barbara thought of Stan. ÒWe
decided to catch our breath in Miami before we go down there. IÕm so glad we did.Ó
Kirk smiled.
ÒMe, too.Ó
Chris leaned into him and smiled at Barbara. A real smile, one he didnÕt see her
wearing much around the ship anymore.
ÒWeÕll miss you.Ó
ÒBelieve me, weÕll miss you two.Ó Calvin made a
face that Kirk thought was not humanly possibly. ÒHer sister and Stan are a little
cuckoo.Ó
ÒItÕs true.
They say all the nuts roll down to Florida.Ó
Chris started to laugh; he could feel her shaking
and started to laugh, too.
ÒYouÕve never heard that one?Ó Barbara
asked. ÒOh, itÕs so true, IÕm
afraid.Ó
ÒAll right, letÕs get this show on the
road.Ó Calvin led them back to the
car and they listened to the radio on the way back.
As Chris walked with Barbara into the hotel,
Calvin slapped Kirk on the back.
ÒYou are a lucky man, my friend.Ó
ÒYou have a good thing going on yourself.Ó
ÒWeÕve settled in.Ó Calvin sighed. ÒSheÕs resigned herself to me.Ó
ÒNo, take it from me. She loves you. Why donÕt you surprise her? Take her on a honeymoon someday. Pull out all the stops. I bet sheÕll remember it forever.Ó
ÒIs that how you landed she of the legs that go
on forever?Ó
ÒNo.
But thatÕs how I plan to keep her.Ó
He smiled at the thought.
Hell, yes. He planned to
keep her. Spock had someone. McCoy could have someone. Why the hell couldnÕt he have someone?
ÒWell, IÕm going to go gas up the car so I donÕt
have to do it in the morning. You
and Christine have a great honeymoon.Ó
ÒWe will.Ó
He held out his hand to Calvin.
ÒItÕs been a real pleasure.Ó
ÒSame here, Jim. Same here.Ó
XIV. Little DarlinÕ
ÒI like them. IÕm sorry theyÕre leaving,Ó Chapel said
as she opened the door to their room.
ÒI do, too.Ó
He smiled. ÒI like this
era.Ó
ÒProbably why our alien jailerÓ—she grinned
at the term; did either of them really believe they were being held against
their will at this point?—Òsent you here.Ó
ÒSent us here. YouÕre fitting in quite well, too.Ó
ÒFor now.
IÕd probably be a little too forward thinking for this place.Ó
ÒI wonÕt argue with that.Ó He was smiling as he said it, probably
because he was not so stealthily removing her clothes.
ÒAnd you are doing that because...?Ó
ÒWe are going to have sex.Ó
ÒWe are?Ó
She put her arms around him to make sure he didnÕt think she really
minded. Kissed him for good
measure. ÒAnd why are we going to
do this?Ó
ÒBecause you are an inventor as well as a
scientist. So many facets to
you.Ó
She laughed. ÒIÕd heard about
airboats, too. I like being able to
hear.Ó
ÒGood thinking. I should have thought of it myself.Ó
ÒYou were too excited we were going to be on a
vessel of some kind to think that far ahead.Ó
He laughed.
ÒThis is true.Ó He had all of
her clothes off, stood looking at her pointedly.
ÒOh, did you want me to do something?Ó
He nodded.
She grinned, slipped out of his arms, crawled
onto the bed, making sure he had a very good view of her rear, then stopped and
looked back at him. ÒWas this what
you wanted me to do?Ó
SheÕd never actually seen clothes come off as
fast as his did. He was on the bed,
pulling her to him, up so her back was to his chest, kissing the back of her
neck, making her groan as he reached around roughly, finding her, knowing
exactly how to touch her to—her legs would have buckled if she hadnÕt
been kneeling. She moaned and he
murmured, ÒThatÕs right, thatÕs right,Ó as she came.
The he eased her down, back to the position sheÕd
been in to begin with, and slid into her.
ÒHarder, please. Harder.Ó
He let go.
Took her the way she wanted, and she could tell he liked it, too. They collapsed together in a heap as he
murmured, ÒAre you all right?Ó and she nodded.
ÒI donÕt usually just pound.Ó
ÒI know.
I wanted you to, though.Ó
ÒNever let it be said I donÕt aim to
please.Ó He eased off her and
pulled her to him so he could kiss her.
ÒAnd that I donÕt get a lot back when I do. That felt so good.Ó
ÒItÕs primal. Something about it. Feeling your lips on my neck that
way. Feeling you behind me. I know humans evolved in a way that
meant we could face each other when we have sex, but sometimes itÕs nice to go
back to basics.Ó
ÒI agree.Ó
He smiled. ÒDoes it make me
old if I say I could fall asleep right now?Ó
ÒNo, it just makes you a guy.Ó
ÒI walked into that one.Ó
ÒYou did.Ó
She cuddled against him.
ÒIÕm sleepy, too. And IÕm
full from lunch. We could just stay
in bed. Order something if we get
hungry later?Ó
ÒI like how you think.Ó He kissed her and then moved down to her
chest, kissing and sucking. ÒI like
how you taste, too.Ó He kissed his
way to behind her ear. ÒAnd how you
smell.Ó
ÒIÕm not wearing perfume.Ó
ÒI know.Ó
He stared down at her. ÒI
was thinking...if you want to try when we get back to the ship?Ó
ÒWhen, not if?Ó
He shrugged.
ÒIf, then.Ó He seemed
suddenly nervous. ÒNever mind, it
was—Ó
She pulled him down to her, kissed him as
tenderly as she could. ÒIt wasnÕt
silly or whatever word you were going to pick. Ask me again. I wonÕt interrupt.Ó
ÒDo you want to try? When we get back to the ship?Ó
ÒYes.
I want that more than anything.Ó
His smile was luminous. She wondered how she had ever not
noticed this man.
XV. Whole
Lot of ShakinÕ Going On
Kirk sat on the bed as Chris pulled out various
clothing options. He wanted to take
her to the bar heÕd first gone to when heÕd thought he might drown his
sorrows. TheyÕd been here a week
and he was ready to show the bartender—if he was working
tonight—what all the fuss was about.
ÒNothing too fancy. Maybe a
little sleazier?Ó
She laughed and walked over to the dresser,
pulling out the black net number sheÕd worn several times, over underwear and
au naturel. ÒThis slutty enough for
you?Ó
ÒToo much.Ó
He gave an imperious Òput it backÓ wave, and she threw it over his
head. He arranged it so he could
still see through it and said, ÒCarry on.
Mission parameters: I want
men drooling, but not thinking IÕm paying for the evening.Ó
She stopped and folded her arms over her
chest. ÒThatÕs insulting.Ó
ÒItÕs what every guy wants, deep down in his
heart of hearts. That and for you
to mother me when IÕve got a cold.
Now look, woman, there must be something.Ó
She tapped her forefinger against her
lip—an exaggerated gesture he was coming to know meant she was thinking
up something good—and said, ÒClose your eyes and donÕt open them till I
say. I have an idea.Ó
He closed his eyes and contented himself with
inhaling the happy smells of the negligee.
There was much rustling and then the sound of clothes actually being put
on—she was that sure of her idea?
Then she said, ÒOkay, open your eyes.Ó
He started to grin as he took her in. A white skirt, perfectly respectable,
nipped at the waist—and she needed no damn corset to make that look
work. A white, fairly deep V-neck
pullover sweater. And peeking out
just enough to make the V-neck not scandalous and yet oh-so-much-more naughty:
her red polka dot bikini halter.
She had a red and black scarf tied around her neck and black flat
sandals on. ÒPerfect.Ó
She started to put her hair up, and he said, ÒNo,
leave it.Ó
ÒItÕs a mess.Ó
It was, too.
Wavy and mussed. From the
beach. From sex. A beautiful, sensual look not an unkempt
mess, and every man in the bar would know why it was that way. ÒI like it.Ó
ÒYou are very strange.Ó She moved closer. ÒAnd what are you going to wear?Ó
ÒBlack on black. I donÕt want to upstage you.Ó
She laughed. ÒYouÕll look like one
of those Neatniks.Ó
ÒI think itÕs Beatnik.Ó
ÒYou know what I mean.Ó She pulled him up, kissed him through
the black netting. ÒRed lipstick or
nude?Ó
ÒRed is too expected.Ó
ÒI agree.Ó
It was her turn to watch as he got ready. She was generous with the wolf whistles
as he modeled his look. ÒYou really
are one gorgeous hunk of man. Every
woman in the place will be jealous of me.Ó
ÒYou say the nicest things. You ready?Ó
She shoved a few tissues in his pocket and handed
him her identification. ÒI donÕt
want to lug that bag around with me.Ó
He put her card next to his in his wallet and
they set out. It was a short walk
to the bar and his bartender was indeed on duty. He smiled and nodded in approval when he
saw Chris, but said, ÒWhatÕll it be?Ó as if heÕd never seen Kirk before. Probably an appreciated precaution by
some men.
They slid onto stools at the bar. Kirk noticed a good number of men sizing
up Chris. ÒMojitos.Ó He nuzzled her neck, whispered, ÒYou
have a fan club.Ó
She turned, whispered back, ÒHow besotted with
you do I have to be?Ó
He laughed.
ÒLadyÕs choice.Ó
ÒThatÕs what I love about you.Ó The word hung for a moment, and then
they both just smiled. She leaned
in and kissed him very slowly and very thoroughly.
Kirk could have sworn he heard a collective sigh
go up from the bar—and not just from the men. ÒYouÕre winning fans all over the
place.Ó
ÒI think the girly sighs were for you.Ó
He grinned.
ÒIf you say so.Ó He turned
to the bartender, who was setting down their drinks. ÒWe patched things up.Ó
ÒSo I see.
CanÕt say as I blame you.
Nice to meet you, doll.Ó
ÒLikewise IÕm sure.Ó
Kirk shot her a glance: someone had snuck out to
one too many matinees when heÕd been lifting weights.
She took a sip of the drink. ÒMmm. Good.Ó
ÒI told you.Ó He checked out the rest of the
bar—the last time heÕd been in here, heÕd only paid attention to finding
a stool and getting something alcoholic in him. There was a pool table in the corner, currently
being used. And a dart board in the
other corner, free.
Chris saw him eyeing it. She smiled and said, ÒI could wipe the
floor with you.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt think so. I was my dorm floorÕs champ at the
Academy.Ó
She shrugged. ÒWell, if youÕre afraid to take me
on...?Ó
He picked up his drink and walked over the
board. She was right on his
heels.
ÒYour choice of game?Ó he asked
ÒSomething easy to start. 301?Ó
ÒFine by me.Ó He went to the board, pulled the darts
out and held out the six for her to choose her three. ÒDouble in, double out?Ó
ÒBut of course.Ó She picked the three blue darts, leaving
the red for him. ÒBulls-eye for
start. You throw first.Ó
ÒYou sure?Ó
She nodded.
He threw.
Single bulls-eye. He smiled
and nodded to her. ÒIf you want to
take a practice throw or anything?Ó
ÒNo need.Ó
She didnÕt appear to even look.
The dart landed in the double bulls-eye.
ÒYikes.Ó
He glanced at her. ÒWipe the
floor, huh?Ó
ÒAnd do a dance over you afterwards.Ó She walked over, pulled their darts out and
handed him his, then stood behind the line and threw. Double twenty, triple twenty, triple
twenty.
One hundred and forty. He was in deep shit. ÒVery nice.Ó
ÒThanks.Ó
He threw his first dart, aiming for the double
twenty, hit the single. Damn it. He glanced at her—she was giving
Spock a run for his money in stone face.
He threw again, got the double this time. Then for the triple, got it. One hundred.
ÒOne sixty one to hit.Ó She smiled. Threw, hit the triple seventeen for
fifty-one. Then the triple
twenty. That left fifty. She smiled at him, turned and threw the
same way sheÕd done it the first time.
Boom—right into the double bulls-eye for fifty. 301 in two turns.
ÒBest two out of three?Ó he asked.
ÒOkay.Ó She seemed to be studying him.
ÒIÕm proud of you, not nursing wounded pride.Ó
ÒGood.Ó
She seemed to relax.
ÒHowÕd you get to be such a master?Ó
Her eyes lost some of their luster when she
looked at the board and then back at him.
ÒRemember how I told you my dad paid to have me stay at school over the
holidays?Ó
He nodded.
ÒMost of the kids left. There wasnÕt much to do when I got bored
with studying. But there was
darts. IÕm good at the pool table,
too. Shuffleboard. Not so much with table tennis. Need a partner for that.Ó She smiled tentatively.
ÒTable tennis is very much overrated.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
He nodded.
ÒBoring. Really
boring.Ó He pulled her to him,
kissed her tenderly. ÒSo many other
more interesting partner activities.Ó
She smiled into his kiss, murmured, ÒYou always
know just what to say,Ó when he pulled away.
ÒJust making it up as I go along.Ó
ÒWell, youÕre going great.Ó She touched his cheek. ÒNow, would you like a fighting
chance? We can make it 501, single
in and double out?Ó
ÒYes, please?Ó
She laughed and walked over to a chalkboard he
hadnÕt even noticed—he was used to electronic scorekeepers. ÒWe might even need to keep score for
this one.Ó She shot him a very
patronizing smile.
When she walked back with her darts, he murmured,
ÒYou can count on getting spanked tonight.Ó
ÒPromises, promises.Ó
XVI. Baby Let's Play House
Nicely buzzed after their mojitos and darts, but
not drunk, Chapel walked with Jim along Collins Avenue, checking out the shops
that were still open as he tried to pick a place for them to eat.
ÒWould you look at that?Ó He was
grinning like a fool. ÒI didnÕt
even notice that the first time I was here.Ó
ÒWhoa, itÕs bright.Ó And it was. A bright, gleaming silver, white and red
square lighting up the night. ÒWhat
is it?Ó
ÒI believe thatÕs what they called a malt shop.Ó
ÒI believe those are what they still call
teenagers in there.Ó
ÒWe can go in there.Ó
ÒJim.
Really? TheyÕll think weÕre some
kind of perverts crashing their hangout.Ó
He laughed and pointed to a couple just heading
in. ÒThey donÕt look like
teenagers. Come on, Chris,
please? I want to share a
milkshake.Ó His grin was beguiling
and she knew he was fully aware of his powers of persuasion.
ÒI like vanilla. Gotta warn
you.Ó
ÒThatÕs fine.Ó He took her hand, dashed with her across
the street even though there werenÕt any cars coming—man would seek
thrills even when there were no thrills present—and opened the door.
Loud music was going, happy music, and Chapel
realized she and Jim matched the malt shop dŽcor really
well. They grabbed a booth and sat
on the same side. She noticed he
picked a booth no one could sneak up on them in. Old habits died hard.
She wished she had her scanner—he looked so
happy. So tanned and fit, with none
of the tightness in his face, the puffiness under his eyes from no sleep. SheÕd love to see what his readings were
like now.
He turned to her and smiled and said, ÒIÕm going
to have something really bad for me,Ó as if it was the greatest thing
ever. Then he leaned in and kissed
her and said, ÒIÕm crazy about you.Ó
Before she could answer, he reached across her to
grab a menu out of the holder, holding it so they both could look at it.
ÒCheeseburger, I think. Mmmmm. I wonder if theyÕll put bacon on
that? They have BLTs.Ó
ÒCareful, you might start a trend before its time.Ó
He laughed.
Then he looked over at her.
ÒNot crazy about me?
No?Õ He grinned and went
back to his menu.
ÒYou didnÕt give me much time to answer back.Ó
ÒBy design.
Keep it from being rote.Ó
She rolled her eyes. ÒI love you, too, honey.Ó She said it in a singsong voice, devoid
of any real feeling.
ÒExactly.
I hate that.Ó
ÒMe, too.Ó
She studied the menu. ÒIÕm
having egg salad. Or is that going
to leave me with really icky breath?Ó
He shot her a look that was clearly a veto on the
egg salad.
ÒOh, fine, cheeseburger it is.Ó She turned to him, touched his cheek
gently. ÒAnd a big basket of
fries.Ó
ÒYes, definitely fries. Okay, important question. Ketchup on the fries or on your plate so
you can dip the fries into it?Ó
ÒPlease.
Who wants soggy fries?
Ketchup goes on the plate. I
donÕt want you dictating my ketchup-to-fry ratio.Ó
ÒCorrect answer.Ó He smiled.
She leaned in, put her head on his shoulder. ÒIÕm afraid IÕm not crazy about you.Ó
He tensed, clearly waiting.
ÒIÕm afraid IÕm falling in love with you.Ó
ÒIÕm not opposed to that.Ó
ÒNo?Ó
ÒNot at all.
Since you gave the right ketchup answer, but if you hadnÕt, then weÕd
have had a problem, lady.Ó
She laughed and snuggled in, felt his arm come
around her. The waitress came and
he ordered for them. In typical
Kirk fashion, he did ask for bacon on his burger. Fortunately, this did not seem to raise
any eyebrows, so she murmured, ÒMe, too,Ó and he ordered some for her burger,
too.
They watched as the soda jerk—could that be
right? ItÕs what the menu had
said. The soda jerk will be happy to consider special requests. Wow, what a job title. They watched as he made their milkshake,
one huge glass, two straws, then the waitress brought it over.
She laughed as they drank it the way the kids in
the front of the shop were doing.
ÒBig goofball,Ó she muttered to him, and he fluttered his lashes and
just kept drinking, his hand on her thigh, not indecently, but damn
possessively.
Which she had to admit she liked.
The burgers came and the fries and she passed him
the ketchup, which as sheÕd suspected from watching the other patrons in the
restaurant struggling with the things, did not want to come out. He slapped the bottom heartily.
ÒYou realize youÕre just shocking it back up into
the base, right?Ó
He looked at her with an expression that clearly
said, ÒYou can do better?Ó
ÒThere are two ways that work really well. One is to stick a knife up the damn
thing and get the ketchup started.Ó
He gave her a scandalized look. ÒBut thatÕs cheating.Ó
ÒWhich is why I didnÕt try it: I knew youÕd think
that. Gimme.Ó She curled the thumb and forefinger of
her left hand around the neck of the bottle, held the base with her right hand,
and hit the bottle against the ring sheÕd made of her finger and thumb. After a few good knocks, ketchup began
to flow. ÒThe force is all going forward
this way.Ó
He was laughing so hard the booth was
shaking. ÒDo you know how obscene
that looks? The other diners are
watching you.Ó
ÒI donÕt care. It works.Ó She stuck her tongue out at him. ÒI donÕt see any ketchup on your plate.Ó
He was still laughing as he pushed his plate
toward her. ÒDo it again. I want a replay.Ó
She handed him the bottle. ÒYou do it.Ó
ÒIÕm not doing that. Not in this era. TheyÕre not as open as ours.Ó He held out the bottle. ÒPlease, snookums?Ó
ÒOh, my God, youÕre pathetic.Ó She gave the bottle a few good knocks
into the ring of her finger and thumb, and ketchup flowed nicely. ÒBe a scientist and end up titillating
the masses. Just what a girl
wants.Ó She deliberately ruined her
rant by glancing at him and batting her eyelashes, which just made him laugh
harder.
They ate fries, making happy, ÒNum numÓ sounds like two little
kids. The burgers were greasy and
delicious. They fought each other for
the milkshake, laughing as they hit parts still too thick to easily go down
their straws.
When the food was gone and the milkshake
defeated, they sat back in their booth, watching as some of the teens started
to dance to songs on what appeared to be called a jukebox.
ÒWhy juke?Ó she asked.
He smiled.
ÒFrom the latin: juchere. To jerk or jolt.Ó
ÒThat is not right.Ó
ÒIt was created by Harmonious B. Flat Juke?Ó
She laughed.
ÒIf I had my padd, I could look it up in seconds.Ó
ÒIf you had your padd, we would not be sitting
watching a bunch of hormonally challenged kids try not to go nuts in front of
the jukebox. We would be on the
ship, where music is not quite so colorful—or haphazard. Look, that girl clearly did not get the
song she selected.Ó
ÒLife is like that sometimes.Ó
He nuzzled her neck. ÒAnd other times you find yourself with
a windfall you never knew you needed or wanted, but now canÕt imagine living
without.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
He nodded.
ÒItÕs crazy, isnÕt it? ItÕs
only been a week.Ó
ÒA week and how many years? ItÕs not as if we just met.Ó She smiled. ÒYouÕre the only captain IÕve ever had.Ó
His expression changed. ÒThere was Decker.Ó
Was he jealous? ÒHe was my captain for how long?Ó
ÒBut he chose you. Why?Ó
He was
jealous. And he still might
think... ÒWe werenÕt lovers.Ó
ÒOkay, you said that. But he chose you. He had to have a reason. CMO is someone a captain trusts
implicitly. The person who will and
must relieve him if the time comes.
I wasnÕt aware you even knew Decker until the announcement was made.Ó
She leaned into his arm, partly because she
wanted to see if he would hold her during a conversation like this and partly
because she just wanted to be closer to him. He tightened his arm around her.
ÒI looked him up after his father died. I knew what it was like to lose someone
in space. And to have an absent father—I took a chance that maybe he had
some of those feelings I did, and I was right. He came to lean on me a bit over the
years. Emotionally. Occasionally for professional
questions. But mainly I was a like
a big sister to him. And to be
honest, it was nice to have family.
He was the brother I was never allowed to have—my dad had kids
with his new wife. I wasnÕt ever
around them much. IÕll never understand
how my dad could do that to his own flesh and blood.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry.Ó
Jim tightened his hold. ÒI
guess IÕm a little jealous of Decker.Ó
ÒI know.
But you donÕt have to be.Ó
ÒI took away your family.Ó
She turned so she could meet his eyes. ÒNo. VÕger took
away my family. You didnÕt cause VÕger. I donÕt
blame you for what happened to Will.
And Will had a hand in that—he wanted Ilia so much. I certainly canÕt blame him for pining
over an alien all these years. And
his alien actually loved him back.Ó
He frowned.
ÒAre you still in love with Spock?Ó
ÒWas I ever in love with Spock?Ó
He started to say something and she stopped
him. ÒNo, I mean realistically,
Jim? Sure, I was infatuated. I was even, maybe, obsessed. But in love? DonÕt you have to know someone to be in
love with them? DonÕt you have to
have spent time and laughed and kissed and seen them at their worst?Ó
He nodded.
ÒI was chasing after my father, all over
again. A cold, smart man who would
never, ever love me. And IÕd never
know why. And IÕd always blame
myself, try to get better, smarter, earn more degrees. Be more what he wanted.Ó She shook her head. ÒThe M. D. was for me, by the way. But I may have added a few extra courses
in physics in case I ever ran across Spock again.Ó
ÒOverachiever to the end.Ó
ÒI was.
But I can finally relax.
Because I donÕt feel as if I have to change myself for you.Ó Then she laughed. ÒJust my clothes to match your whim of
the day.Ó
ÒYou donÕt.
I like you the way you are.Ó
He smiled. ÒAlthough for
tomorrow: naughty librarian.Ó
ÒThere is nothing in the closet that will work
for that.Ó
ÒDamn it.
WeÕre breaking up, then.Ó
She smiled.
Then she reached for the ketchup bottle, made the ring out of her finger
and thumb.
ÒOh, all right, weÕre back together.Ó
XVII. Sea Cruise
Kirk stood at the bar on the small dinner cruise
ship, getting martinis while Chris stood at the rail, looking amazing in the
black halter dress, the skirt billowing softly in the night breeze. He thanked
the bartender, walked over to her.
The drinks were included—the cruise was a bit of a splurge but
this was their last night in Miami by his count, so he wasnÕt worried about
making their money last.
There was a toot from the ship, then they started
to pull away from the pier. He put
his arm around Chris, sipped the very good martini, and watched as the
shoreline slipped by until the ship turned, heading out to sea so the casino
could open up.
ÒWeÕre going to have to come back here in our
time,Ó he said.
She turned, leaning back against the railing,
doing amazing things to her chest.
ÒIÕd like that. IÕve never
been here. Almost came with Roger
once but then he decided to go to a conference in Minneapolis instead—in
February.Ó
ÒI hope the food was good.Ó He smiled at her. ÒWas he good to you?Ó
She had to think about that longer than he
expected. ÒIn the past, I would
have said yes without hesitation. I
had only my father and some casual boyfriends to compare him to. He was solicitous. He was affectionate—to a certain
extent. But he was also
controlling.Ó She sipped her drink,
thought some more. ÒBeing with
you...itÕs opened my eyes.Ó
ÒThatÕs a very nice thing to say.Ó
ÒI donÕt mean it to be.Ó She laughed. ÒThat came out wrong. I mean, IÕm glad itÕs a nice thing to
say, but it really is just the truth.
Because unlike with Roger, this feels so good. So...Ó
ÒEasy.Ó
ÒYeah.
Easy.Ó She leaned in, and he
met her halfway, kissing her gently.
ÒLike that. You just knew to
close the distance.Ó
ÒMaybe IÕm overeager?Ó
ÒI donÕt think so. I think youÕre good at this. And I donÕt mean lothario good. I mean very good at being romantic. A keeper, not a one nighter.Ó
ÒIÕm also a brooding, moody son of a bitch when
IÕm not happy. Nothing romantic
about that.Ó
ÒI know.
None of us are just one thing.Ó
She played with his hair—her own was up in a French twist that
sheÕd worked quite a while on to make look effortless. ÒNone of us are perfect. But I like how we are together.Ó
ÒI do, too.Ó
She held up her drink. ÒTo aliens. Who may or may not torture us later.Ó
He clinked his glass gently against hers. ÒTo she who may never come get us.Ó
ÒWell, if she doesnÕt, when I was bored alone at
school, I memorized a lot of sports trivia. We could get rich betting longshots.Ó
He laughed.
ÒAnd buying up stock. Guess
I should not shoot our whole wad before our two weeks are up?Ó
ÒGuess not.
But, for what itÕs worth, I think sheÕs coming back.Ó
ÒMe, too.
I donÕt know why sheÕd pop in just to give us a vacation, but I do think
thatÕs what she did.Ó
They finished their drinks, gave them to a
passing server, and wandered the boat, coming upon a dance floor near the bow
of the ship. The band was playing
something soft and slow, so he held out his hand, ÒMy lady?Ó
She went into his arms with a smile, like theyÕd
been doing it for years, not a couple of weeks. They fit together perfectly, and he
nuzzled her neck, heard her moan softly, her hand tightening on his. They danced until the steward rang the
bell for dinner, where they followed the rest into the grand salon, found a
table with other couples, enjoyed talking about safe things: how beautiful
Miami was, how nice it was to not be cold, where theyÕd been to eat or
sightsee.
They skipped the casino, found a place to cuddle
together in the front and watch Miami come back into view, the city lit up like
a jewel in front of them. He
noticed she was shivering, and he took his jacket off, laid it around her shoulders.
ÒI love you,Ó she whispered, not looking at him,
as if that would make it easier if he didnÕt say it back.
He turned her so she had to look at him. ÒI love you, too.Ó
Her smile was beautiful, so beautiful he had to
kiss her. Over and over, and they
got lost in the kissing until the shipÕs horn brought them back to where they
were.
ÒWhen we get back to the hotel, letÕs go
swimming,Ó she said. ÒI want to
remember that, too.Ó
He nodded.
ÒWhatever you want.Ó
XVIII. Sea of Love
Chapel pulled on the red polka-dotted bikini Jim
loved and threw a bathrobe on over it.
Jim was waiting in his robe and swim trunks, smiling, hand held
out. They walked slowly through the
lobby, dropping their key off with the front desk, then slipped their shoes off
once they got to the beach, and took their time heading to the water over the
cooling sand.
They slipped their robes off and walked into the
warm water, swimming easily out, farther out than they usually went.
ÒRace?Ó
She laughed.
She didnÕt think sheÕd wipe the floor with him the way she had in
darts. But it would probably be
close. ÒOkey
dokey.Ó
ÒReady. Set. Go.Ó
They set off, both needing a moment to find their
rhythm, but then they were racing in earnest. They both breathed toward the other, so
she had a clear view of him and knew he could tell how closely she was trailing
him. He hit the shallows about two
strokes ahead of her and she laughed and grabbed his leg, pulling him out with
her to deeper water.
He didnÕt fight her, floated easily, until they
hit a place where she could stand and then he shook free, stood and pulled her
to him. He kissed her and they
floated in the water, staring up at the stars—the stars that tomorrow
they would be back in. She felt a
shiver—what if he decided he didnÕt want her once they were back there?
ÒYou okay?Ó
ÒJust borrowing trouble.Ó
ÒDonÕt.Ó
He paddled closer to shore, and they sat in the surf, letting the water
lap onto them, lying back finally as he pointed out the constellations.
Then he was quiet for a long time, and he reached
over and took her hand. ÒItÕs so
easy being here with you. Part of
me wants to stay here.Ó
ÒI know.
Me, too.Ó
ÒI need to talk to Spock when we get back. Bones, too. IÕve shut him out, as well, just not to
the same extent. I guess...I guess
I felt betrayed.Ó
She squeezed his hand but didnÕt say anything.
He looked over at her. ÒHave you talked to Uhura about how you
feel?Ó
She smiled, knew it was a sensual smile but
couldnÕt hold it back. ÒSuddenly,
talking about Spock doesnÕt seem very important.Ó
He grinned at her, then started to laugh
softly. ÒThey are going to be so
confused if no time really has passed for them. And we come back...like this. So together.Ó
ÒWill be fun to watch.Ó She rolled over, kissed him. ÒIf weÕre not going to make love out
here, can we take this inside?Ó
ÒIf I werenÕt afraid weÕd get arrested, IÕd make
love to you right here. But since I
donÕt relish spending our last night here in jail, letÕs go inside.Ó
ÒOfficer thinking, sir.Ó She kissed him one last time, then got
to her feet, pulling him up with her.
They grabbed their robes, retrieved their keys from the front desk, and
hurried up to the room, where they put their privacy to very, very good use.
XIX. Book of Love
Kirk sighed happily as Chris snuggled naked
against him under the covers.
TheyÕd made love almost frantically, as if in unspoken agreement that in
case the alien did turn out to be evil, the last thing theyÕd have done was
this, touching, being together.
He kissed her and she moaned happily, her mouth
opening under his.
ÒDid you enjoy your vacation?Ó The dulcet tones,
the smell of roses and vanilla.
He and Chris pulled apart. The bosomy alien sat at the foot of
their bed.
When Kirk tried to pull up the sheets, she
laughed, ÒOh, honey, youÕve got nothing I havenÕt seen before, trust me.Ó She sort of reclined over the little bit
of bed she was on, managing to look languid and sexy instead of
ridiculous. ÒYou two appear to have
enjoyed your vacation and then some.
I knew you could relax if you put your mind—and other parts—to
it.Ó
ÒWhat now?Ó Kirk asked. ÒYou torture us? Now that youÕve gotten us close?Ó
She laughed and shook her head. ÒWhy would I want to torture you? Mess up this nice room. The maids here work really hard for very
little money.Ó She stood up. ÒSo, you two ready to go home?Ó
ÒThatÕs it?
We go home?Ó
ÒYou have to be the most suspicious human ever,
James. Oh my goodness.Ó She smiled. ÒBut I forgive you. It was traits just like that one that
make me love you so.Ó
ÒYou love me?Ó
ÒWell not love-love. More love-appreciate.Ó
He tried once again to place her and failed. ÒWho are you?Ó
ÒOh, come on. I signed my note.Ó
ÒWith an ÔA.Õ For alien?Ó
ÒFor Aphrodite, you numbskull. Why would an alien send you to Miami?Ó
ÒWhy would a Greek goddess send us here?Ó Chris
asked.
ÒBecause your boy here got the annoyance formerly
known as Apollo to spread himself on the wind and get out of my and my friendÕs
hair. Do you know how long we tried
to do that? Centuries. James here knows him for a few hours and
pffff, ApolloÕs flying for the ether.Ó
Kirk narrowed his eyes. ÒYou werenÕt a fan of Apollo? WerenÕt you related?Ó
ÒIn myth. yes. In reality, no. He was just one of us, landed on Earth,
extra special powers. Sure, at
first, it was fun to be worshipped, but the rest of us got over that. We came to see we should be using our
powers for good, not to terrify the populace into worshiping us. Apollo didnÕt see it that way.Ó
ÒI remember.
He seemed pretty tied to the Ôworship meÕ gig.Ó
ÒThat was his thing. And you werenÕt seeing him at his worst,
believe me.Ó She shook her
head. ÒWe even pretended to spread
ourselves on the wind. Thought he
would, too. No way he could live
alone, we believed. We were
wrong. Even once he left Earth, we
thought heÕd have to do it then.
Nope. He waited and waited
and waited. And then your ship
showed up and we thought: oh, now itÕs done. Readymade worshippers with pretty human
women, which were always his weakness.
But nobody counted on you, Captain James ÔT. is for Take ThatÕ
Kirk. You did us a favor and I, for
one, pay my debts.Ó
She met ChrisÕs eyes. ÒAnd love hasnÕt been so kind to you in
the past, has it, sweetheart? I
wasnÕt lying that you were the one James was most comfortable with, but it
pleases me that finally love has treated you right.Ó
ÒMore than right.Ó
ÒGood attitude. You keep that up once you get back on
the ship. This was a gift, and you
remember that.Ó She smiled at them
and suddenly they were back in their uniforms, standing in the middle of the
room. ÒIÕm very proud of you both.Ó
Mist formed and then they were back in sickbay,
McCoy was staring at them. ÒWhy are
you both over there? And were you
that tan a moment ago?Ó
ÒNo.
And IÕll explain it all later.Ó
Kirk smiled at Chris. ÒI
have a ship to get to know again. Care
to mosey up to the bridge, Doctor Chapel?
IÕm sure Bones can provide you with a handy excuse.Ó
ÒHe usually just heads out with a mumbled ÔIÕll
be back.ÕÓ
ÒWell, that works, too.Ó Kirk grinned. ÒBut before I go, Bones. Scan me.Ó
ÒYou want
me to scan you?Ó
Kirk nodded, and Bones ran the scanner over him,
frowning at the readings. ÒWhat in
blue blazes...?Ó
Chris peeked over his shoulder. ÒA perfect physical specimen.Ó Her voice was very husky. ÒCaptain, you wanted me on the bridge.Ó
Oh, how he wanted her on the bridge. Vixen. He waved her on and they left Bones
standing open mouthed in sickbay.
ÒYou will explain to him?Ó she asked.
ÒI will.
Eventually.Ó He stared at
her for a moment, grinning like a damned fool, then led her out of sickbay.
Spock was charging down the corridor.
ÒOr maybe sooner than eventually,Ó Chris
murmured.
ÒCaptain.
Doctor. I suggest you stop
there.Ó
ÒI can explain.Ó
ÒHis readings are substantially different than a
few seconds ago, Spock.Ó Bones was
behind them, was standing with his arms crossed. ÒHe and Christine seem
positively...giddy.Ó
ÒSince when is giddy bad?Ó She looked at Kirk. ÒIs giddy bad?Ó
ÒGiddy is not bad.Ó He smiled tenderly, hoping to irritate
Spock just a teensy tiny bit. How could
his friend not have wanted her even a little?
Then he turned to Spock. ÒWe ran into one of ApolloÕs...fellow
beings. She was grateful for us
ridding the cosmos of Apollo. She
held me personally responsible so as reward, she gave me a nice two-week
vacation out of time. With
Chris. In Miami in the 1950s. You didnÕt even know we were gone.Ó
ÒThat is a highly unlikely story.Ó
ÒScan for fluorocarbons, nicotine, and other 20th
century pollutants in our bloodstream.
Also check our cholesterol level.Ó
Chris told Bones, then grinned at Jim.
Bones scanned them and frowned. ÒTheyÕre elevated enough for a two-week
stay.Ó
Spock did not look convinced.
ÒWould you like to meld with me Spock?Ó Kirk let his voice dip out of the
neutral range heÕd been using with Spock more often than not since heÕd come
back. He let some emotion back
in—the emotion he really felt.
Anger, hurt, fear that it would happen again. ÒI can give you all the truth you
want. About where I was. About other things, too. Or you can believe me and we can work
the other stuff out in a more logically sane manner. Up to you.Ó
SpockÕs face was stone.
ÒIÕd suggest waiting,Ó Chris said, and her voice
was dead, the voice of a little girl finally telling her father to go to hell.
Spock turned to her, a quick move, much quicker
than she expected, and she took a step back. Kirk reached out to steady her.
ÒThis is not your affair,Ó Spock said.
ÒThis is very much her affair, old friend. Hey, hereÕs an idea. Maybe you and Nyota
and Chris and I can double date?Ó
Spock looked very confused.
Bones moved forward, as if he was going to step
between them all. ÒSpock, I hate to
tell you this, but IÕm pretty sure thatÕs Jim.Ó
Chris shot him a glare.
ÒAnd Christine.Ó
ÒWe should talk,Ó Spock said, his voice carefully
modulated, Kirk thought. ÒWe have
much to discuss.Ó
ÒWe should talk, and we will talk, Spock. But Chris and I have some things to do
first.Ó He touched SpockÕs arm
gently. Trying to show him there
were no hard feelings.
Or maybe wouldnÕt be, someday in the near future.
XX. All the Way
Chapel stood against the wall of the lift,
watching Jim tap his finger against the turbolift
wall. ÒYou okay?Ó
He nodded, didnÕt stop tapping. ÒShould that have felt good? Because it didnÕt.Ó
ÒWell, it probably should have a little, but
youÕre not really petty and—Ó
He whirled on her. ÒYou think that was petty?Ó
ÒNo.
Not exactly. You just kind
of unloaded a lot at once.Ó She
made a sheepish face, not wanting him to unload on her, too.
He surprised her by starting to laugh. ÒI really did, didnÕt I? Man. Moderation is not my forte right now.Ó He sighed. ÒHe just made me mad. Dismissing you that way.Ó
ÒIÕm a big girl. I can stand up for
myself. Although I loved that you
were willing to.Ó She sighed. ÒStop lift.Ó
The lift jerked to a halt. ÒThese refits,Ó he said with a wry grin.
ÒI know.Ó
She touched his cheek. ÒIÕm
glad you told him. ItÕs just...you
were pretty angry when you told him.Ó
ÒYeah, I know.Ó
ÒYou have to let the anger go. He left. But heÕs back. And while I know he will never love me,
I am equally certain, he does love you, Jim. You two just need to talk things
out. He needs to understand he hurt
you, and that you donÕt trust him.
I imagine heÕs just confused at this point.Ó She started to smile. ÒBut the part of me that isnÕt very
noble loves that you stood up for me, loves that you laid claim to me.Ó
ÒYeah?Ó
He waggled his eyebrows.
ÒOh, yeah.Ó
He gave her a long, sweet kiss, and then told the
lift to resume.
ÒYou realize,Ó she said, Òthat I have nothing to
do on the bridge.Ó
ÒJust stay for a bit. I want you around.Ó
ÒOkay.Ó
But when they got up there, Jim fell into what
she supposed was his normal rhythm and she wondered just what it was Len found
to do up here. There wasnÕt even a
spare chair. Spock came in and
said, ÒExcuse me, Doctor,Ó with a new tone in his voice, one she couldnÕt
read—although part of it probably said, ÒOne doctor loitering up here was
bad enough.Ó
She turned and left, went back to sickbay and
found Len waiting for her, standing casually in his office doorway, as if that
was normal.
ÒChristine, got a moment for a quick consult?Ó
She wanted to say no more than anything.
ÒYou do have a moment, just so weÕre clear, darlinÕ.Ó He
turned and walked into his office.
She followed him in, but didnÕt sit down.
ÒTake a load off.Ó
ÒIÕm fine.Ó
ÒNot planning to dress you down. Does that change your mind?Ó He got out a bottle of bourbon, poured
two glasses.
She sat, took the glass he had poured.
He raised his glass. ÒI have several toasts. First, to you finally letting go of that
green-blooded lug.Ó
ÒHeÕs with Uhura.Ó
ÒI know that. The second fact does not necessarily
lead to the first, so bully for you.Ó
They clinked glasses and then sipped.
ÒSecond, to Jim Kirk, who has needed someone to
love him for a long time—you do love him, right?Ó
She nodded.
ÒWell, hallelujah.Ó They clinked and drank again.
ÒAnd third, to not just him but you finally
getting some damn rest. IÕve been
worried about you but wasnÕt sure how to bring it up. Every time I tried you slipped away,
clever girl that you are.Ó He held
up his glass, she touched it and they drank.
ÒCan I make one, Len?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
ÒTo friends who care, no matter how gruff and
cantankerous they may pretend to be.Ó
ÒNow who the hell could you be talking
about?Ó But he clinked and drank,
and then their glasses were empty.
He put the bottle back in the cabinet and said, ÒOkay, then. We have work to do. Crew physicals begin tomorrow so there
is all that annoying prep.Ó
She smiled and got up, did indeed lose herself in
work. Looked for a message from Jim
but didnÕt see one. They didnÕt
need to always be together—this wasnÕt vacation anymore. She made her way to her quarters, saw a comm from him that he was going to be on a conference call
with Command through dinner, and grabbed something in the mess. He hadnÕt mentioned after, so she went
to bed and figured sheÕd see him the next day.
She tossed and turned, found the mattress in her
quarters—even though it was more ergonomic than the one at the
hotel—to be uncomfortable.
Missed JimÕs arms. The sound
of his snoring.
Her internal comm unit rang. She hit it, ÒYes?Ó
ÒI canÕt sleep.Ó JimÕs voice. Sultry.
ÒMe, either.Ó
ÒI think I know the problem. YouÕre in your room and IÕm in
mine. This will not do. I have a bigger room, but if you want,
IÕll come to you.Ó
ÒYours is much nicer. IÕll be by in a second.Ó
ÒIf you want to bring anything over, you know to
leave in the drawer I may have just cleaned out for you, thatÕd be fine.Ó
ÒYouÕre giving me a drawer. Awww, youÕre
so sweet.Ó
ÒRemember that when the clothes come off,
toots.Ó Laughing he said, ÒIÕll see
you soon,Ó and cut the connection.
She grabbed some things, but just a few—she
didnÕt want to look like she was moving in—and shoved them in a small
bag, then headed off for JimÕs quarters.
She was rounding the corner when she saw Ny
coming down the hall from her quarters, heading right to SpockÕs.
ÒOh, Christine, wow, this isnÕt a good time,
IÕm—Ó
Chapel stopped at KirkÕs door. She gave her friend a real
smile—probably the first Ny had seen from her
in a while. ÒItÕs okay, Ny. IÕm not
here to see you. Go have fun with
Spock. WeÕll catch up later.Ó She rang KirkÕs chime.
ÒCome in here, you,Ó he said as he pulled her in,
and she just had time to see NyÕs eyes widen before
the door closed.
She let her bag slide to the floor, practically
fell into his arms, feeling a great sense of relief as he kissed her, the same
way as in Miami, the same feelings flooding her.
This thing between them hadnÕt gone way. This hadnÕt been something that just happened
there.
He eased away, grinned and said, ÒI missed
you.Ó Then picked up her bag and
grabbed her hand, leading her into the personal section of his quarters.
He pulled out a drawer—a middle one. She could imagine the thought process
that went into that. Top drawer, he
was giving up too much, bottom drawer, too little.
ÒThis is pretty early to be making room for me in
here.Ó
ÒIt is.
Sooner than IÕd do it back on Earth, to be honest. But I think I need to send a
message. To me. To you. And to the ship. That sheÕll be sharing me from now on.Ó
She put the bag in the drawer and closed the
drawer—now was not the time to worry about unpacking and staking
claim. ÒHowÕs she taking it?Ó
ÒSo far so good. Although if she self-destructs while weÕre
sleeping, then weÕll know I was wrong on that assessment.Ó He pulled her to him. ÒNow, come here, you.Ó
She could tell he was in the mood to be
possessive, to show the ship and her—but probably most importantly
himself—that he could have this, so she melted into his arms, let him do
what he wanted.
Fortunately, with this man, whatever he wanted
translated into much pleasure for her.
As she came down from another climax, he moved on top of her, said
gently, ÒI need to let go. Really
let go.Ó
ÒIÕll tell you if itÕs too much.Ó
He kissed her, deeply, lovingly. And then he started to move. Slowly at first but building, until he
was slamming into her saying, ÒMine, mine, mine.Ó
It suddenly occurred to her that maybe there was
something in his childhood that made possession so very, very important to
him. That thought was fleeting,
though, as he continued to move and her body responded to him. She came just before he did and they lay
collapsed together in a heap, both trembling and sweaty, until he rolled off
and pulled her with him.
ÒDid I hurt you?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
She kissed him softly. ÒI
would have told you.Ó
ÒPromise me you will.Ó
ÒHave I given you any indication I donÕt speak my
mind? If you hurt me, IÕll speak
up.Ó She ran her fingers through
his hair. ÒI am yours. You donÕt have to doubt it.Ó
His face grew somber. ÒLove has a way of not sticking around.Ó
ÒFor me, either. But maybe we should stop looking so far
ahead. Maybe we should just enjoy
the now and let the future take care of itself?Ó
He smiled.
ÒYou are a wise woman, Christine Chapel.Ó
ÒEvery now and then I am.Ó She snuggled in, felt sleep coming for
her now that she was safe and warm and in JimÕs arms. ÒI wasnÕt lying. I really couldnÕt sleep.Ó
ÒI didnÕt try. Was in meetings till I called you. But IÕm pretty sure IÕd have tossed and
turned without you here. It only
takes seven days to make something into a habit and we had twice that.Ó
ÒThatÕs all I am to you?Ó she asked with a
grin. ÒA habit?Ó
ÒPoor choice of words.Ó He pretended to not be able to keep his
eyes open. ÒSorry, Command, youÕre
breaking up...sleep imminent...cannot continue conversation.Ó
She laughed and settled in closer. ÒGood night, Jim.Ó
ÒNight, Chris. I love you.Ó He was asleep very quickly; she could
tell by the way his breathing changed.
She stayed awake for a moment, making a silent
pledge to his other girl to share nicely if she would. The ship continued purring so she took
that as a good sign.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off. Her dreams were sweet ones.
XXI. A Wonderful Time Up
There
Kirk could tell Spock was watching him from his
place at the science station. He
let him watch for a bit, then got up and walked over. ÒReport?Ó
ÒEverything is clear, sir.Ó
Kirk nodded, then settled in next to Spock, the
way he would have before Spock abandoned him, leaning against the
terminal. Two friends shooting the
shit. ÒI was thinking we could
talk, after shift?Ó
ÒAre you sure you will not be busy with
Christine?Ó Spock actually managed
to sound like a thirteen-year-old girl.
ÒLater, I will. But she and I arenÕt joined at the
hip. WeÕre both secure enough not
to need that.Ó Joined at other
places, though. Ooh la la. Sex on his
ship with a regular partner who he cared deeply about was better than heÕd ever
imagined. A week into this and the
thrill was far from gone—in fact, things seemed to be getting better each
day. ÒSo you in or not?Ó
Spock nodded and seemed to be studying Kirk.
ÒSomething on your mind that canÕt wait till
later?Ó
ÒYou have changed.Ó
ÒWeÕve all changed, Spock. IÕve just quit trying to pretend I
havenÕt.Ó He touched Spock gently
on the arm, trying to give him a little of the old Kirk back. ÒIÕm not breaking up with you, donÕt
worry.Ó He winked and walked back
to his big, beautiful command chair.
He realized Uhura was watching him and he winked
at her, too. She gave him a
confused smile and turned back to her console, managing not to look at Spock as
she did so.
Once shift was over and he briefed his
replacement, he nodded to Spock, who had waited for him, and they took the lift
to the observation lounge, which had a corner free. Kirk sat, waited for Spock to do so, too.
ÒOkay, so, I probably need to just say this. When you left, when you ran off to Gol to purge your emotions, I felt like I was one of those
emotions. Hell, I felt like I made
up a good share of your emotions.
So I felt as if you were purging me. And it hurt, Spock. It hurt because you abandoned me.Ó
ÒBut I came back.Ó
ÒNot for me.
You came back for VÕger. Things just worked out in our
favor. But they might not
have. You might have found your
bliss with that machine. And then
what?Ó
SpockÕs composure dropped, the Vulcan reserve
falling off as he seemed to realize what Kirk was saying. ÒYou do not trust me.Ó
ÒI donÕt, Spock. Not with me. With my ship, yes. With my crew, yes. With my friendship, with my heart...not
so sure.Ó
Spock let out a long breath, nodded as if he
finally understood something. ÒThat
explains your distance.Ó
ÒWhat?
You thought you could leave us all behind and not have any
consequences? That weÕd just
welcome you back?Ó
ÒNyota did. Leonard. I believe Christine would have, had I
wanted it.Ó
Kirk felt his jaw tighten. He knew a low blow when he felt one
hit. But he chose not to
react. Primarily because Spock was
right: Christine would have, but her reasons would have been far more
complicated than just that she desired Spock. And Kirk knew that Spock had no idea of
those reasons.
Unless heÕd learned of them when they shared
consciousness? But heÕd surely be
throwing that in KirkÕs face now, too, wouldnÕt he?
ÒThey werenÕt your best friend, Spock. They didnÕt go through everything we
did. They didnÕt...Ó He took a deep breath. ÒYou donÕt get to hurt me that way and
walk right back in.Ó
ÒSo I am to assume we are no longer
friends?Ó SpockÕs eyes shone with
something that looked very much like pain.
ÒNo, damn it. You just...have to be patient with
me. I donÕt trust you now, but
maybe I will again. Neither of us
are the same person we were when we left the ship. I guess we start over. ItÕs probably a good thing that we are
seeing women who are best friends.
They can help cement our friendship.Ó
Spock frowned, an actual frown, not a Vulcan
version of one. ÒIn sickbay, after VÕger. You were
happy I was back. When I clasped
your hand, when I did not die from the meld.Ó
ÒOf course I was happy, you idiot. YouÕre my best friend.Ó
ÒThis is most illogical.Ó
ÒWell, if you donÕt like it, run back to Gol.Ó
Spock wasnÕt the only one who could go for the
low blow. Kirk could see that his words
had found their mark by the way SpockÕs expression changed. He wished he felt a little bit worse
about it.
XXII. I Only Have Eyes for
You
Chapel sat across from Ny
in the rec lounge. They were
waiting for Jim and Spock to join them.
Waiting a bit uncomfortably.
ÒSo,Ó Ny finally said,
Òyour boy and my boy are having some issues.Ó
ÒI know.Ó
She studied her friend. ÒAre
we?Ó
ÒYou tell me.Ó
ÒIt was hard at first, seeing you with him. But IÕve made peace with it. And I think it would be good for them if
we can do more. If we can embrace
this. JimÕs hurt by what Spock did
to him.Ó
ÒSpockÕs bewildered by the captainÕs hurt.Ó
ÒThatÕs SpockÕs problem. You surely can imagine how it felt to
have his best friend run off, to want to leave his emotions behind. What if heÕd done it when youÕd been
with him? WouldnÕt you have
personalized it?Ó
ÒSpock had his reasons.Ó
ÒWell, heÕs not very good at articulating them.Ó
ÒTo you?
I wasnÕt aware he needed to.Ó
ÒNy, please. Not to me. To Jim.Ó She sat back with a sound that was half
sigh, half groan. ÒNow theyÕre
infecting us.Ó
ÒSpock choosing me infected us, Christine. We havenÕt been right since.Ó
ÒWeÕre fine now. I have Jim. You have Spock. We can make them stronger. If we can just put our own issues behind
us.Ó
Uhura looked down. ÒWhat if I donÕt want them
stronger? What if I like having
Spock all to myself?Ó She met
ChristineÕs eyes. ÒIÕm not saying I
like this side of myself. IÕm just
saying what if?Ó
ÒIÕd say youÕre new in love. ItÕs natural to want as much of the
person you love as you can get. But
if you keep him from his friend now, youÕll have a problem later. And itÕs not who you are.Ó
ÒBecause youÕre an expert on relationships?Ó NyÕs tone was
just this side of mean.
Chapel leaned in. ÒHas it occurred to you, that while IÕve
let go of my anger and hurt over you and Spock, you have not let go of feeling
guilty. YouÕre happy with him Ny. Just be
happy with him. Forget about
me. Forget about Jim and the
legendary friendship coming between you and Spock. It wonÕt. Not if Spock loves you.Ó
Ny took a deep breath. ÒI do
feel guilty. IÕd feel the same way
if Janice were still here, and I was with the captain.Ó
ÒYou can call him Jim.Ó
ÒIÕll call him Jim when he says to call him
that.Ó
Chapel saw the hurt in her friendÕs eyes,
resolved to tell Jim to get on that sooner rather than later.
Ny touched Chapel on the arm.
ÒOkay, moving on. Me with
Spock, you with...him.Ó She smiled. ÒAnd speak of the devil.Ó
The two men were walking into the lounge. Jim made a small hand gesture which she
knew meant ÒDo you need a refill?Ó and she shook her head.
ÒYou already have a secret language. I know itÕs been longer for the two of
you than just a week, but itÕs really strange for the rest of us.Ó
ÒI know.Ó
She smiled at Spock as he came up, made it a friendly smile, nothing
left of the infatuated nurse or doctor.
Jim came over a moment later, sat down next to
her and put his arm around her. He wasnÕt
hiding this, but he also was being careful—didnÕt want to do anything to
make things uncomfortable for his crew.
Affection without passion—they saved that for his quarters, which
was fine with her.
The four of them sat in a silence that rapidly grew
uncomfortable. Ny
finally said, ÒAny interesting planets for us to visit, sir?Ó
Chapel dug her fist into JimÕs thigh then let up,
and he managed to not show any sign on his face that he was in pain. He looked down for a moment—Chapel
knew that was a sign he was trying to figure out what the hell she wanted him
to do—then smiled and said, ÒNyota, for GodÕs
sake, call me Jim.Ó
Chapel stroked his thigh just long enough for it
to translate to ÒGood boy.Ó
NyÕs smile was brilliant.
ÒAnd yes, there are.Ó He seemed monumentally grateful for the
subject, talked at length and in very funny terms about some of the places they
would be visiting. She played
straight man, egging him on to greater heights of absurdity.
It took her a moment to realize they were channeling
Calvin and Barbara. Trying to make the other couple feel comfortable.
Jim finished up with, ÒAnd then weÕll be back on
Earth for more refits. Command
wants to see how the ship is performing.
They have concerns about some of the new configurations.Ó
ÒNow they tell us?Ó Ny laughed, an
easy laugh finally. And she grinned
at Chapel. ÒLet me guess. You two going to Miami while weÕre at
liberty?Ó
ÒThe thought had crossed our minds.Ó Jim looked at Spock. ÒYou?Ó
Spock nodded in the helpless way of a man who has
no plans at a time when he really should.
Ny managed to give him only a short glare, but
Chapel could tell theyÕd already had words about this.
Chapel turned to Ny. ÒYou should come with us. The water is so blue.Ó
ÒWas,Ó Jim said softly.
ÒTrue.
Was. Well, if itÕs not,
weÕll find somewhere that is. There
must be a beach we can walk on somewhere on our home planet.Ó She saw SpockÕs face go almost tender
and smiled at him. ÒYou think you
can stomach being a beachcomber, Spock?Ó
He looked at Jim, then at Ny. His look so full of love for the two of
them, it made ChapelÕs heart hurt.
Then he looked back at her.
She expected nothing but saw the same amusement she felt for him. ÒI believe I could. If it is what we all wish to do.Ó
ÒItÕs a date, then.Ó Jim pulled her close, kissed her
quickly, the first time heÕd done it in public, but she could tell he was very
happy with her. ÒAll right, I know
Spock and I can play chess but that leaves you two wonderful women out. What do you want to do thatÕs right for
a foursome.Ó
Chapel saw the dartboard was free, nodded toward
it with her chin.
Jim grinned evilly. ÒWhat say we make this a little bit
interesting?Ó
Chapel shook her head frantically at Ny, who frowned, having never witnessed her prowess with
pointy flying sticks.
Spock was already standing. ÒDefine interesting, Jim.Ó
ÒWhoever loses buys dinner the first night.Ó
Again, Chapel shook her head frantically.
ÒI donÕt think Christine wants to play
sir—Jim.Ó Ny
sounded as if she was truly concerned.
ÒOh to hell with it. 501. Single in, double out.Ó She stomped toward the dartboard.
ÒIÕm with her,Ó she heard Jim say, a definite
note of glee in his voice.
FIN