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Some Kind of Chemistry
by Djinn
Spock
was getting ready to board the shuttle for the new Vulcan home world when he
heard his name being called. He turned, saw Jim and his younger self hurrying toward him.
ÒI
think youÕre going to want to postpone your return,Ó Jim said with a strange look
on his face. ÒCome with us.Ó
His
younger self nodded in the self-conscious way he always did when faced with
Spock. Spock was sure Jim had
brought him along on purpose, trying to make Spock and this other Spock be friends
or some foolish notion. They were
the same person and yet not. They
probably had no business being friends.
They
led him into Starfleet Command, past the main gathering areas and into the
loading bays. He slowed as he took
in the silvery cylindrical object some crewmen were unloading from a
shuttle. ÒWhere...where did they
find that?Ó
ÒDelta
Vega,Ó Jim said with a grim smile. ÒWith a note from Nero.Ó He handed it to Spock.
It
was in Romulan.
ÒYou took my wife from me. I
will kill your woman much more slowly.
Know that she died just inches away from where you took refuge.Ó
ÒThe
container was in the same cave?Ó
Jim
nodded. ÒBehind a false wall. I sent a crew out to look for that damn snow
monster when they went back to get you.
They found some strange readings.
And then they found that cylinder.
WhatÕs in it? Or whoÕs in it,
I guess, is the better question?Ó
Spock
hurried over to the cylinder and checked the readings. The life signs were dangerously faint. He hurried, rushing the awakening
procedures, but there was so little time.
Then he popped the lid of the cylinder, looked on Christine ChapelÕs
face for the first time since just after the post-Khitomer
trials.
She
awoke quickly. And
not happily. She sat up a
bit clumsily and looked around.
ÒWhere the hell am I?Ó Then
she looked down. ÒAnd why the hell
am I naked?Ó
His
younger self actually ran to get a packing blanket. ÒHere.Ó
ÒThanks,
youÕre a—Ó
She took a good look at him.
ÒOkay. ThatÕs a little
strange.Ó She turned back to
Spock. ÒClone?Ó
He
shook his head.
ÒYounger
brother?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
She
studied Jim. ÒHeÕs younger,
too. WeÕre in the fucking past,
arenÕt we?Ó
ÒYes. And your language has not improved while
you slept.Ó
ÒSlept? You make it sound like I was in there
for my health.Ó She got out of the
container—was a little wobbly, but he knew better than to help her. ÒIt was your damn girlfriend who set me
up as one of the prime conspirators.
Implanted me with memories that fooled even the most advanced Federation
tech and the Vulcan interrogator they
brought in since they didnÕt fully trust you. If you hadnÕt believed me and sneaked me
out of custody, IÕd be on Rura Penthe
being ValerisÕs bitch.Ó
Jim
and his younger self were studying her with undisguised fascination.
ÒWhat? YouÕve never heard someone swear,
kiddos?Ó
ÒYou
look really familiar,Ó Jim said, then he seemed
captivated by something on ChristineÕs shoulder. ÒI know that birthmark. YouÕre Chris. Chris Chapel.Ó
ÒBeen
a hell of a long time since anyone called me Chris. The Kirk of my time doesnÕt even call me
that.Ó She smiled. ÒGuess you know the Chapel of this time
a little bit better than he knew me, huh?Ó
She waggled her eyebrows.
ÒItÕs
possible I do.Ó
She
smiled at both him and the younger Spock.
ÒSo, who does a gal have to sleep with around here to get a cup of joe?Ó
ÒNot
I,Ó his younger self said. ÒI am
taken.Ó
ÒWell,
bully for you, child.Ó She looped
her arm through JimÕs. ÒI want
clothing, I want coffee, and then I want that oneÓ—she tilted her head
back at Spock—Òto give me an explanation. Preferably in words, not via some
headache-inducing, exposition-heavy mind meld.Ó
ÒYeah,
those hurt.Ó
ÒThey
really do—unless itÕs during sex.
And he never asks first.Ó
ÒIÕve
noticed that.Ó He frowned. ÒI mean about asking first, not the sex
part.Ó
She
laughed, then glanced back at Spock, shot him a
questioning look. ÒYou seemed
awfully relieved to see me. Was I
in danger?Ó
ÒI
thought you were dead. The last
that I knew, you were on my ship, which this other Spock destroyed.Ó
ÒIn
my defense, I had no idea you might be on the ship,Ó the other Spock said.
She
patted his shoulder. ÒOf course you
didnÕt, sweetheart.Ó Then she
looked back at Spock. ÒMmmm, imagine the sex weÕre going to have tonight when you really
process that IÕm alive, kicking, and from the look of it, a hell of a lot
younger than you are.Ó She laughed
as both Jim and his younger self looked down. ÒOh, now IÕve gone and embarrassed the
children.Ó
She
let go of Jim and moved back to Spock.
ÒDid you miss me while you had me locked up in that stupid box? How many years?Ó
ÒNinety. Give or take.Ó
ÒGive
or take? You must be slipping.Ó
ÒIt
has been a trying time. I will tell
you everything.Ó He put his arm
around her for a moment, and she smiled.
ÒI am relieved to have you somewhere where you are no longer guilty.Ó
ÒYeah,
that is pretty novel.Ó She leaned
against him. ÒHow long you think
itÕll take me to get in trouble again.Ó
His
lips ticked up. ÒWith this
group? Not long at all.Ó
##
Chapel
leaned into Spock, feeling a bit less secure on her feet than she wanted to let
on to the junior league. Being
tucked into a box for nearly a century wasnÕt all it was cracked up to be.
Jim
turned around. ÒSince you missed
your shuttle, Spock, why donÕt you tag along with us? WeÕll get you to the new Vulcan home
world eventually.Ó
Spock
the younger seemed uncomfortable with the idea. ÒAnother shuttle will come. It will no doubt take a more direct course
than our route will allow, get them there much faster.Ó
ÒNonsense. IÕm sure Spock would love to be on the
old girl. Ride her again, get that
touch of nostalgia.Ó
ÒI
do hope youÕre talking about the ship and not me, kiddo,Ó Chapel said with a
grin.
He
laughed. ÒIÕd never call you old.Ó
Spock
nodded. ÒIt would be pleasant
indeed to be on the Enterprise,
Jim.Ó He turned to the other
Spock. ÒI regret if that gives you
pause.Ó
ÒIt
is...unusual.Ó
ÒYou
may find that is the norm when you spend time with James T. Kirk.Ó Spock looked at Jim so fondly it made
Chapel smile. Then he turned back
to her, seemed to be trying to make it easier for his younger self to process
that he was, indeed, stuck with his older self and
her. ÒHe will get used to the
idea,Ó Spock murmured.
ÒAnd
if he doesnÕt?Ó she asked just as softly.
ÒThen
he does not.Ó His look was very
intense. ÒI find myself less
interested in him than in you.Ó
ÒWell,
yes. I was the worldÕs most
frustrating birthday present. All
wrapped up and never to be opened.
Why the hell did you wait so long?
DidnÕt you think that maybe in oh, I donÕt know, twenty years or so, the
tech might have proven me innocent?Ó
ÒAnd
if it hadnÕt? There is no statute
of limitations on treason. Or on assassination.
I could not risk losing you.
Not when it was my fault Valeris did that to you—if IÕd seen
through her. If IÕd listened to you
in the first place...Ó
ÒWell,
there youÕll get no goddamned argument from me.Ó She saw his face change,
decided she didnÕt want to deal with dour Spock when she was just out of her
sleep-packed prison. ÒSo, did you
peek?Ó
ÒPeek?Ó
Spock asked.
ÒAt
me? Every so
often? Open the package up
and go in for a little grope?Ó
ÒI
did not.Ó
ÒWhy
not? Freebie,
after all. Not like IÕd have
known.Ó
ÒI
did not wish to let impurities into the system. I knew I would eventually find a place
where you would be left in peace.Ó
ÒDid
you expect it to be a place and time?Ó
She stumbled and was surprised when he reached for her immediately, his
hand firm on her side, keeping her upright. ÒHow the hell did you get us here?Ó
ÒIt
is a long story. I will tell you
most of it in our quarters. I do
not wish to contaminate this timeline with our history.Ó
ÒWait. Our
quarters?Ó
ÒYou
object to that?Ó
ÒPossibly. Your girlfriend made my life a living
hell.Ó
ÒValeris
died on Rura Penthe thirty
years ago. I have been with no one
else since she betrayed me. If I
have a girlfriend, you are it.Ó
She
thought about that. A girlfriend in a box?
Was that in any way romantic?
Maybe if she squinted.
ÒFine, our quarters will do for now. So who is this young Spock with? Not my alter ego here?Ó
He
shook his head. ÒNyota.Ó
She
slapped his arm. ÒI knew you always
liked her.Ó
ÒHe is with her. Not I.Ó
ÒStill. HeÕs you.Ó
ÒActually,
he is not. You will come to
understand that. Jim is very
different, too. And Leonard.Ó
ÒSo,
Len doesnÕt make disparaging remarks about green blood and pointed ears?Ó
Spock
looked down. ÒWell, not to me.Ó
ÒAh,
but to young Spock ahead of us...?Ó
ÒYou
may have a point.Ó
ÒAnd
I take it Jim is with the me of this time?
He sure recognized my birthmark quickly.Ó She started to laugh. ÒGod, imagine going for someone my own
age. No offense.Ó
ÒNone
taken. Things are different
here. I have told you that. I will explain everything.Ó
ÒOh,
no, baby. She will explain everything.
In graphic detail. I want to know how much IÕve changed.Ó She knew she was grinning far too wide
by the way his eyebrows pulled down in disapproval.
He
took a deep breath. ÒI have
forgotten how trying you can be.Ó
ÒYou
used me when it was convenient for you, Spock. And then, after the traitorous bitch you
called a girlfriend decided to get even with me—for what I have no idea—you
hauled me around in a box for ninety years. Deal with me being trying.Ó
He
sighed, closed his eyes for a moment.
ÒEverything
all right back there?Ó Jim asked, and she felt a shiver of wrongness—his
voice was her realityÕs KirkÕs and yet not, the timber lacking the experience
of hers, but the basics all there.
ÒWeÕre fine.Ó She shot back the
answer like an old time projectile bullet.
ÒNot
sure I was asking you, toots,Ó he said with a hard look, and she decided she
liked this Kirk. ÒSpock, you okay?Ó
ÒI
am fine, Jim. As you well know,
Christine is, at times, volatile.Ó
Jim
started to laugh. ÒSomehow, my
friend, I think your Christine is nothing like mine.Ó
She
shot him a hard glance, a glance sheÕd learned in
Emergency Ops, staring down hardheaded planet administrators that thought red
tape could stop her from helping dying people.
He
swallowed a little bit harder than she thought he wanted to. ÒNot that thereÕs anything wrong with
your Christine.Ó
She
let one side of her mouth slide up into her most contemptuous smile.
ÒI
believe I am needed on the ship,Ó Spock the younger suddenly said, hurrying
away.
ÒAwwww, did I scare him off?Ó
ÒYou
are kind of a bitch.Ó Jim gave her
a version of the smile sheÕd just given him. She had to admit it was a good one.
ÒNicely
played, junior. Look, IÕm wearing a
dirty blanket, IÕm barefoot, and I havenÕt had a cup of coffee in almost a
century—who wouldnÕt be a bitch?Ó
ÒFortunately,Ó
Spock said, Òwe are nearly to the transporter room.Ó As Jim turned away, Spock put his arm
around her and pressed his hand against the small of her back, rubbing hard,
possessively. ÒI understand your
discomfort. I will procure you
clothing, caffeine, and footwear.Ó
ÒNot
necessarily in that order.Ó
ÒAgreed.Ó He pulled her closer. ÒI am gratified you did not perish.Ó
ÒWe
are in agreement on that, my love.Ó
She put a very sappy spin on the endearment so heÕd know she was
deliberately overplaying it.
He
didnÕt rise to the bait, just looked smugly content as they followed Jim down
the corridors of Starfleet Command.
##
Spock
watched as Christine dried her hair.
She had taken a long time in the shower, and he thought she was more
shaken than she was letting on both at waking after so long in cryogenic sleep
and at waking so far in the past.
ÒSo
Vulcan is...gone?Ó She sat down
heavily on the bed next to him, and he took the towel from her and began to dry
her hair as if it was something heÕd always done.
He
had the feeling that might be the best approach with her: show no fear and take
command if at all possible. ÒIt is
gone. There are
very few Vulcans left. A
repopulation program has been started.
You could help with that.Ó
She
nodded absently. ÒYour mother is
dead?Ó She turned to look at
him. ÒYour mother who was younger
than either of us at this point?Ó
ÒYes. And it is his mother, not mine. This is not our reality.Ó
ÒYet
here we are.Ó
ÒYes.Ó He gave her the towel,
reached for the hairbrush from the kit of personal items the quartermaster had
given them. He gently brushed the
tangles out of her hair. ÒSarek
lives.Ó
ÒHe
wonÕt even know me. He wonÕt
remember we used to have lunch sometimes when he was on Earth.Ó
ÒNo,
because you have never had lunch with this Sarek.Ó
ÒI
get that. IÕm not stupid.Ó She took the brush out of his hand. ÒAnd I can brush my own damn hair.Ó She got up and paced over to the
mirror. ÒWhat I canÕt figure out is
why you thought it was such a brilliant idea to pack me onto your ship when you
were trying to stop the supernova. What
was your logic? If you were going
to die, so was I?Ó
ÒYou
do not think it would be romantic to die together? Human literature is rife with such
examples. Tristan and Isolde. Romeo
and Juliet.Ó
ÒRomantic
saps. And none of them were in a
damn box with no say in the matter.Ó
ÒI
take your point. If we are ever in
similar circumstances, I will not take you along on a potentially suicidal
mission without first gaining your consent.Ó
ÒGood.Ó She got the brush snarled in her
hair. ÒDamn it.Ó
He
realized her hand was shaking. ÒYour
unsteadiness is a reaction to being awakened so suddenly, and were you thinking
more clearly, youÕd realize that.
Come here and I will do that for you.Ó
ÒI
hate your damn clarity.Ó But she
came and sat down next to him and handed him the brush. ÒWhat I could never figure out was why
Valeris did this to me. What did I
ever do to her?Ó
He
stopped brushing her hair and pulled her back against him. ÒWhen I first met Valeris, you were involved
with Commander Richardson. You were
very much in love with him.Ó
ÒLook
how well that turned out.Ó
ÒBut
at the time, it seemed you had moved on.Ó
ÒI
had moved on. To a philandering
jackass that left me with five sectorsÕ worth of STDs.Ó
ÒIÕm
sorry for that part. But my point
is that I did not necessarily choose Valeris on her own merit.Ó
Christine
turned to face him, quite a feat considering how tightly he was holding
her. ÒWhat?Ó
ÒIt
was the Pon Farr. I wanted you. I needed you. You were my partner of choice. You had been for the previous times.Ó
ÒI
remember. I also remember you
leaving me after every single one of them.Ó
He
looked down. What she said was true,
and he had no good answer to explain why he had never stayed with her. ÒYou were gone. With him. I looked for you, Christine, but I could
not find you. I was...Ó He looked
down.
ÒOh
my God. You were desperate. You chose her because you were
desperate?Ó
He
nodded.
ÒAnd
she knew that?Ó
ÒI
could have hidden that from a human, but not from a Vulcan. She knew. But she also knew how highly I regarded
her. And I do believe in her way
she loved me. It was you she hated,
you she blamed.Ó
ÒWhen
was she born, Spock? IÕm going to
wait around for that day and kill her the moment she takes her first breath.Ó
He
was not entirely sure if she was jesting or not. She sighed, a sound that gave him no
clue either way. He decided not to worry
about it—they had time before Valeris would be in any danger.
ÒItÕs
an interesting idea, isnÕt it?Ó she asked, her voice soft. ÒWe could kill a whole bunch of people
who were evil in our reality. But
would it be right? I mean if things
are different here, are they evil here?
Khan, for instance? Garth. Kodos.Ó
ÒKodos still was.Ó
ÒAnd
Jim?Ó
ÒWas
never there. His fatherÕs death
changed many things we know about our JimÕs past.Ó
ÒSo
the divergence starts then? When
his father died. And we could work
from there.Ó
ÒWe
cannot embark on a killing spree, Christine.Ó
ÒNo,
I know. IÕm just trying to figure
out why I would have changed. How
things for any of our friends might have—just because of the Narada.Ó
ÒThey
are not our friends. Not really.Ó
ÒHate
to break it to you, doll, but Jim Kirk is your friend in any reality. He was ready to take me on for you and
not many are. I really am a bitch,
you know.Ó
ÒYou
are difficult but worth the effort.Ó
ÒWow,
is that a slogan you worked up?Ó
She smiled and took the brush from him. ÒIÕm hungry. Can we go to the mess without causing a
riot?Ó
ÒJim
wanted us on the ship. I presume he
does not expect us to starve.Ó
ÒWell,
letÕs go then.Ó She started to get
up, but he pulled her back down.
ÒOh, did you forget something?Ó
ÒI
am much older than I was.Ó
ÒYes. Ninety years. Technically, I too am much older even if
IÕve not aged.Ó
ÒI
am still...vital.Ó He drew her to
him slowly. ÒDoes my age distress
you?Ó
ÒI
dated Roger when I was twenty, Spock.
What part of that says that older men make me run the other way?Ó
ÒAn
excellent point. But the age
difference is much more now.Ó
ÒFortunately,
the maturity difference isnÕt.Ó She
grinned at him. ÒI was under the
impression you were working your way up to a kiss? If that is an incorrect assumption, then
I want food. If itÕs not, then kiss
me, damn it. And make it a good
one.Ó
He
pulled her to him, made it the best kiss he could. Outside of the Pon
Farr, their times together had been few and not very satisfying. Full of unsaid things, recriminations,
hurt and expectations never met.
But now? Now
it was just...wonderful. He could
think of no other word. Her lips on
his, her mouth opening, her tongue on his, the feel of her wet hair under his
fingers, her body pressing on his.
There was a lightness to their touching, an ease as if they were
finally, in this strange world where neither belonged, exactly where they were
supposed to be.
They
pulled apart and she grinned. ÒYowza, mister. You been practicing or what?Ó
He
felt quite satisfied with himself.
ÒI have been thinking about that for many decades.Ó
ÒWell,
points for prep.Ó She took his
hand, stood and pulled him off the bed.
ÒNow, get me some food or I will skin you and eat you, good kissing be
damned.Ó
ÒYou
are a barbarian, Christine.Ó
ÒBut
you love me anyway.Ó She laughed
and danced away, and he realized sheÕd said that with none of the dark sarcasm
that would have characterized such a statement in the past.
##
Chapel
woke the next morning, feeling the hum of a ship sheÕd never expected to be
back on. Spock was holding her
tightly. He had not tried to make
love to her even though she could tell he wanted her. HeÕd kissed her a lot, upping the Òyowza factorÓ more than a little, but then had just cuddled
with her in bed, one part of him cuddling a little more prominently than the
rest of him. HeÕd stroked her arms
until sheÕd fallen asleep.
She
eased out of his arms, pulled on her clothes, and started for the door.
ÒPlease
do not traumatize your younger self.Ó
ÒMoi?Ó She
turned to look at Spock. ÒI thought
you were sleeping.Ó
ÒYou
were mistaken. You are headed to
sickbay, arenÕt you?Ó
ÒMayyyyybe.Ó She
grinned at him. ÒLet me have some
fun, Spock. WeÕll be on the Vulcan
home world soon enough and you know IÕll have to reel all this energy and
spirit in. And you know I can do
that, can maintain some sense of decorum.
But not just yet.Ó
He
seemed to accept that. ÒJust...we
must be careful not to—Ó
ÒI
know, I know, donÕt spoil their future.
But we donÕt know their future, Spock. ItÕs not like we went back to our past, now is it?Ó
He
gave her what looked like a reluctant nod.
ÒIÕll
see you later. DonÕt hold breakfast
for me.Ó She bolted out of the
quarters theyÕd been assigned, took a minute to get her bearings, and then
headed for sickbay. SheÕd spent
nearly five years on this ship and another three on the refitted version before
sheÕd defected to Emergency Ops—she did not need help finding her way
around.
She
stood for a moment in front of sickbay, remembering all the times sheÕd walked
in, all the crises, the deaths, the people theyÕd saved. The aliens sheÕd seen for the first
time. The number of times Spock had
found his way in there, hurt and wounded. She took a deep breath and walked in.
Len
was the first thing she saw. SheÕd never
seen him this young. It was
probably a damn good thing sheÕd never seen him this young. Young Leonard McCoy was a fine looking
man. She had a sudden urge to hug
him—but more because she knew sheÕd never see her Len again, than that she was overcome by his good looks.
ÒYou
need some help, maÕam?Ó That honeyed
southern voice.
She
smiled. ÒI do. But from Nurse Chapel.Ó
He
frowned. Seemed to look a little
closer. ÒAh. Jim mentioned you were aboard.Ó He crossed his arms over his chest. ÒAnd why should I subject my head nurse
to you?Ó
ÒWow,
bad news travels fast.Ó
ÒLight
speed, sugar.Ó
She
laughed. ÒIÕve missed you, you
gruff fool.Ó
He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a small smile started. ÒThat actually sounded just like her.Ó
She
shrugged. ÒHazard of being
her. More or
less. Where is she?Ó
ÒInventory
room. ItÕs—Ó
ÒI
know where it is.Ó She touched his
arm as she passed, then hurried to the inventory room.
Her doppelganger—her oh-so-much younger, thinner, and
blonde doppelganger—turned around and stared. ÒCan I help you?Ó But there was a glint in her eye, and
Chapel knew that Jim had told her exactly who was on the ship.
ÒYouÕre
good. Not good enough to fool me,
but good.Ó She winked at her. ÒChristine, itÕs nice to meet you. IÕm Christine, too, coincidentally.Ó
ÒSo
IÕve heard.Ó She walked over to
her, seemed to be studying her.
ÒWhat do you want with me?
Jim said you were...Ó
ÒA
bitch is how he put it when he was with Spock and me.Ó
ÒI
was raised to avoid words like that.Ó
ÒI
wasnÕt.Ó Christine pulled up a
stool. ÒSee, thatÕs what I want to
know. How did we change?Ó
ÒAre
you sure thatÕs wise? Our Spock
says we should avoid contact with you and the older Spock.Ó
ÒThatÕs
because we give him the willies.Ó
ÒWell,
yes. But that doesnÕt mean heÕs not
right.Ó
Chapel
realized this ChristineÕs voice didnÕt sound right. ÒDo you have a Boston accent?Ó
ÒMaybe. So?Ó
ÒAn
Easterner? I was raised in Los
Angeles.Ó
ÒWell,
that probably explains whatÕs wrong with you.Ó Blondie smiled in a superior way.
ÒI
was going to say the very same thing.Ó
Chapel studied her. ÒSo Jim
Kirk, huh? I wouldnÕt have seen
that.Ó
ÒFortunately,
your foresight isnÕt required for the success of my relationship with him.Ó Blonde Christine turned back to the
inventory. ÒYouÕve done this,
right?Ó
ÒA
gazillion times.Ó
ÒA
little help, then?Ó
ÒSure,
why the hell not.Ó She got up,
started to check in stuff. She
realized her younger self was watching her closely. ÒYeah, sis, we do it exactly the same way. Some things are not going to
change—like how damn anal we are about recordkeeping.Ó
The
other Chapel laughed. ÒI guess that
makes sense.Ó She seemed to relax a
little. ÒSo you and Spock? IsnÕt he kind of...well, ancient?Ó
ÒYeah,
but IÕve loved him a long time.Ó
ÒBut
he was with your friend—Ny was your friend, right?Ó
ÒShe
was, but he was never with her in my reality.Ó Or so he goddamn claimed. Jury was still out on that one as far as
Chapel was concerned.
ÒI
donÕt think weÕd be very compatible.
He reminds me too much of this skanky visiting professor that came to
the Academy to talk to us about exobiology.Ó
ÒKorby, Roger, Doctor?Ó
ÒThatÕs
the one.Ó
Chapel
laughed. ÒYeah, he was my fiancŽ.Ó
ÒHoly
crap, youÕve got shitty taste.Ó
ÒWhat
happened to not being raised to talk that way?Ó
The
other Chapel—oh hell, she was starting to think of her as her little
sister—laughed. ÒI may have
been yanking your chain. But really? Korby? Why?Ó
Chapel
busied herself with inventory.
ÒThatÕs
what this whole tough-as-nails act is all about, isnÕt it? You lack self esteem.Ó
ÒIÕve
got loads of self esteem. I have
self esteem coming out of my ass.Ó
She shoved a carton of Krostefaline at the
other Chapel. ÒYouÕve got this in
the wrong damn place.Ó
ÒThere
are other nurses in this place—doctors, too—who might have put it
in the wrong damn place. And youÕre
not distracting me from my point, which was you like it when powerful, older
men pay attention to you. Have you
ever gone out with a man your own age?Ó
ÒYes. They usually are jerks.Ó Richardson being a
prime example. ÒLook, I
didnÕt come here to talk about me.Ó
The
other Chapel started to laugh. ÒI
know. But if you think youÕre going
to get me to talk to you about me, youÕre wrong. Jim told me ixnay
on the aringsha.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒThey
donÕt have pig Latin where you come from?Ó
She rolled her eyes. ÒYou
really are deprived.Ó She looked
Chapel over. ÒSpeaking of deprived,
did Grandpa Spock pick out that outfit for you?Ó
Chapel
sighed—she had not been happy at the shapeless box of a shirt and loose
pants. ÒYes.Ó
ÒWell,
hurry up with your side of that inventory and weÕll go shopping for some real
clothes. I have credits going to
waste.Ó
ÒI
donÕt need charity.Ó
ÒOh,
believe me, itÕll be fun. I hate to
see me—well, you but you in my older body—God, this is
confusing. I hate to see us dressed
like that.Ó
ÒThat
I buy.Ó
ÒAnd
who knows what you want better than your own self? I mean when you think about it...Ó She frowned.
Chapel
started to laugh silently.
ÒDid
you just go to a really naughty place, too?Ó
ÒYep. LetÕs not go there again.Ó
Her
younger self made a face. ÒDeal.Ó
ÒWise
woman. Okay, inventory first. Shopping second. No thinking of how bad and wrong it
would be if we had sex with each other just to see if weÕre as good as we think
we are.Ó
ÒRight.Ó They looked at each other and the
younger Christine shrugged, ÒIs it even really cheating if itÕs with yourself?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know. I failed philosophy.Ó
ÒI
think thatÕs more ethics. Can we
not talk about this anymore?Ó She
slapped Chapel on the arm. ÒGet
busy so we can go shopping. I want
to get you some sexy clothes. I
think Spock doesnÕt want the other men noticing you, but we want them to so
Spock notices you even more.Ó
ÒYour
logic makes circuits look straight.Ó
Her
doppelganger laughed, a silvery peal that made Chapel smile. ÒThank you very much.Ó
##
Spock
heard a chime at the door of the quarters he shared with Christine, answered
quietly, ÒCome,Ó and looked up from the desk. Uhura stood in the doorway, looking
uncertain.
ÒPlease,Ó
he said, gesturing to the other side of the desk, where a second terminal and
chair sat.
She
came in, sat quickly, as if afraid she might change her mind if she didnÕt move
fast. He studied her, could see
traces of the woman he remembered from his reality, but this Uhura seemed more
confident somehow, more...natural.
ÒCan
I be of some assistance to you?Ó
She
smiled. ÒIÕm here against SpockÕs
wishes. Well, I mean to say he
doesnÕt know. And he doesnÕt think
it wise that any of us talk to you, ergo...Ó
ÒAh.Ó
She
smiled. ÒYou say that just like he
would.Ó She took a deep
breath. ÒIÕm just...curious, I
guess. YouÕre here with Christine,
from what heÕs told me.Ó
ÒI
am.Ó
ÒIÕm
just...surprised. Is she not with Jim
in your reality?Ó
ÒShe
is not. She was never.Ó
Uhura
frowned. ÒIÕm being selfish by
asking this, and I know that, but why did we not last in your reality?Ó She took a deep breath. ÒBecause IÕm very much in love with my
Spock and IÕd like to avoid whatever it was that happened to make us break up
and you take up with her.Ó
ÒWe
were never together in my reality.Ó
ÒNever?Ó
ÒNo. We were not at the Academy at the same
time, even.Ó
ÒOh. I donÕt understand how the Narada could have
changed so much for all of us.Ó
ÒNor
I.Ó
ÒDid
you have feelings for the me of your reality?Ó She smiled gently. ÒIÕm sure she did for you.Ó
ÒI
do not think so. I believe she preferred
Jim.Ó
ÒOh.Ó That seemed to distress her for some
reason. ÒGreat.Ó
ÒAre
you and Christine friends in this reality?Ó
ÒWe
didnÕt travel in the same circles at the Academy. Until she took up with
Jim. And my relationship
with Spock became more open.Ó
He
nodded, heard the door open just as Uhura asked, ÒIf I could be so bold, how
did you end up with Christine?Ó
ÒYes,
darling, do tell the little one how you and I ended up together.Ó Christine stood in the doorway, dressed
in something tight and dark and low cut.
She smiled as if she knew he was assessing her outfit, then moved into the room and sprawled on the bed on her
stomach, legs kicked up, leaning on her elbows, her chin resting on her
hands. ÒItÕs a love story for the
ages. YouÕll be sobbing by the time
he finishes telling it. DonÕt leave
out our sexy getaway on Risa—you remember the
time, snookums, with the hot tub, when I forgot my
swimsuit and you told me I didnÕt need it.Ó
Uhura
rose quickly. ÒI should be getting
back to the bridge.Ó
ÒYou
really should. Your Kirk runs a
pretty damn lax ship. You
here. Spock in sickbay.Ó
ÒSpock
was in sickbay?Ó
Christine
nodded.
ÒWas
he hurt?Ó
ÒNo,
he just wanted to talk to Christine—well, the other Christine. I skedaddled because who am I to get in
the way of that?Ó
UhuraÕs expression grew into something Spock could only
characterize as stormy. She nodded
to Spock. ÒThank you for your time,
sir.Ó
ÒOf
course.Ó
ÒCome
back any time, sweetheart. You
remind me so much of my Ny.Ó As soon as the door closed, she added,
ÒOr wait, no, you donÕt.Ó
ÒChristine,
was Spock in sickbay?Ó
ÒNo,
he sure wasnÕt.Ó She got up. ÒBet heÕs gonna
have some explaining to do, anyway.Ó
She got up, went into the bathroom.
He
followed her.
ÒSpock,
when a gal goes into the bathroom, she generally does not want company.Ó
ÒThen
you should close the door. Why did
you do that? It was unkind.Ó
ÒOh,
and tell me honestly, did she come here to get your opinion on some ship
matter? Or did she come here to
find out exactly what your relationship with our Ny
was?Ó
ÒThe
latter.Ó
ÒWell,
then donÕt lecture me on being unkind.
She waited until she knew I was gone.Ó
ÒYou do not know that.Ó
She
started to laugh, walked back out to their desk, slapped on the second terminal,
engaged the computer with a string of command codes he did not recognize but
that clearly gave her access to user info, and then asked it, ÒQuery
search. Time frame: current minus
two hours, querent: Uhura, query: location of guest
Chapel. Execute.Ó
The
computer came back with: One occurrence.
Current minus 30 minutes. Guest Chapel location: Sickbay.
ÒNo,
Spock. She had no idea I wasnÕt
here.Ó She slapped the terminal
off. ÒAnd the irony is: NyÕs the one thatÕs going to teach me that query search
syntax.Ó
She
went back into the bathroom, shut the door behind her, and engaged the privacy
lock. When she came out a few
minutes later, she appeared to be slightly less...angry? Was that the right emotion?
He
decided not to assume anything. ÒDo
you wish to talk about this?Ó He
had found seeming open to discussion without admitting he was unsure what the
discussion should be about was often a winning strategy.
ÒNo,
I donÕt fucking want to discuss how you might be lying to me that you werenÕt
with her first.Ó She sat down on
the bed.
Ah.
ÒI
was not with her. I told you
that.Ó He moved over to the bed and
sat down next to her. ÒI thought I
made it clear last night that I wanted you?Ó
ÒLast
night? When you didnÕt make love to
me, that last night? Oh yes, it was
super clear that you wanted me.Ó
He
reached for her. ÒI was letting you
make the first move.Ó
She
slapped his hands away. ÒWhy in
GodÕs name would you do that?Ó
He
felt off base...again. ÒI brought
you here, and you had no choice in that.
We are stuck with each other.
I wanted you to have some say as to when and where we became lovers.Ó
ÒStuck
with each other?Ó She stood
up. ÒStuck with each other? She started to laugh. ÒYou are an idiot. IÕm not stuck with you. There are a
hell of a lot of men I could have on this ship alone, not to mention in the
Federation. You put me in a box to
save me? Well damn it all, you owed
me that since I never did jack to your stupid damn girlfriend. And I donÕt owe you shit. IÕm not your woman, and IÕm not your
lover, and you never wanted me other than when you had to have me. And IÕm going to Jim and getting myself
my own damn quarters.Ó
She
got up and stormed out, and he was unsure what to do. He only knew it would look the height of
foolishness for a Vulcan of his years to go chasing after an angry human woman
in her prime.
##
She
didnÕt go to Jim; she went back to Christine. Her doppelsister
took one look at her, put her arm around her, and said, ÒWhatÕs he done?Ó
ChapelÕs
resolution to not cry flew right out the window in the face of her own particular brand of sympathy. She sobbed for a few minutes, indulging
herself shamelessly, then said, ÒI need my own quarters.Ó
ÒHang
tight.Ó The other Christine sent a
short text to Kirk, there was a pause, and then a response back with, ÒItÕs
done. 33G.Ó
ÒJust
like that? You didnÕt even tell him
why.Ó
ÒHe
trusts me. I trust him.Ó
Chapel
sat down. ÒI wish I had that.Ó She shook her head. ÒHe never loved me. Grandpa Spock.Ó
ÒI
donÕt know. Think of all the excess
baggage fees he coughed up on your behalf.Ó
Chapel
started to laugh. ItÕs exactly what
she would have said. ÒThanks, I
needed that.Ó She wiped her eyes. ÒAm I really stuck with him?Ó
ÒOf
course not. Why would you be?Ó
ÒI
donÕt know. Change the future and
all if I pick someone from your reality.Ó
ÒPffff.Ó Chapel
sat down and put her feet up on the desk in front of her. ÒI think that shipÕs already
sailed.Ó
They both smiled.
ÒLadies,Ó
Len said as he came up behind them, ÒI stupidly thought that having two Nurse
Chapels on board would get me double the work done.Ó
ÒIÕm
a doctor now,Ó Chapel told the other Christine.
ÒReally? I considered that but kept changing my
major every time IÕd hit a new science.Ó
ÒShe
has minors in all of them,Ó Len said with a laugh, rubbing the back of
ChristineÕs neck. Rubbing it in a
really familiar way—a way Christine didnÕt seem to mind at all.
Chapel
watched their interaction with a frown.
She
saw Jim walking into sickbay, wondered what heÕd think of his other best bud giving
his woman neck sex, but he just winked at Len. ÒHands, Bones. Save it for shore leave, my friend.Ó
Then
he patted Len on the butt.
Her
double had the grace to look the slightest bit embarrassed. ÒItÕs maybe a little more complicated
than I let on.Ó
Chapel
just started to laugh. It was a
slightly hysterical laugh. What the
holy hell had Spock done to all of them when heÕd played around with red
matter?
Jim
walked over. ÒYou okay? Spock still in one
piece? I take it you two had
a fight?Ó
She
nodded.
ÒYou
need me to talk some sense into one or both of you?Ó
She
rolled her eyes. ÒYes, kid, I want
you to give me advice on relationships.
IÕve been having sex longer than youÕve been alive.Ó
He
made a disparaging sound and sat down.
ÒI donÕt know if you noticed but the quarters I gave you adjoin SpockÕs.Ó
She
hadnÕt noticed. Now that she knew,
she gave him a hard look.
He
held up a hand. ÒYou can lock them
when you get sick of him. I did it
because I would really like him to be happy. He seems to think—for God only
knows what reason—that you will make him happy, so IÕd like to see you
work it out and proximity makes that easier.Ó
ÒThanks,
youÕre a peach.Ó She got up, unsure
where she might go next since her new quarters sure as shit werenÕt going to
give her any damn distance.
Her
younger self took her hand. ÒYou
donÕt have to go.Ó
ÒLook
I donÕt want to rain on your...whatever it is you have going here parade. You guys seem happy. IÕm glad.Ó
ÒWe
are happy. WerenÕt you happy when
you were on the ship?Ó Jim was
watching her with a look that screamed pity.
She
felt a matching pity party growing inside her. ÒNo. No, I donÕt think I was.Ó
##
Spock
heard a soft bell tone, realized it was coming from the adjoining door to his
quarters. He said, ÒCome,Ó but
nothing happened. Then he saw a
small button flashing a pale yellow.
He got up and walked over to it and the door slid to the side.
Christine
stood there, her eyes red and swollen.
ÒYes, IÕve been crying. Shut
up.Ó She walked past him. ÒI asked for new quarters. This is what your boy gave me. I guess heÕs not a big believer in
boundaries?Ó Then she started to
laugh, a little bit hysterically.
ÒAnd boy is that not true.
Did you know heÕs sharing me with Len? Did you know that and not tell me?Ó
Spock
knew his mouth was hanging open slightly.
ÒOkay,
so IÕll take that as a no.Ó She
began to pace between their two quarters.
ÒI hate this time, Spock.
ItÕs weird, all right? ItÕs
just weird. What kind of idiotic
Starfleet is this? They make a
cadet a captain? Of
the goddamn flagship? And
youÕre okay with that? I mean the
younger you. You follow him?Ó She whirled on him. ÒDid you meld with Spock, too? Jim seemed to have had that joyous
experience but did you force your memories on this Spock so heÕd go along with
all this?Ó
He
moved back to get away from her accusing finger. ÒI did not.Ó
She
seemed to be deciding whether or not to believe him, finally exhaled slowly as
if sheÕd accepted his words as truth.
ÒBy my recollection there are at least twenty five different guest
quarters on this ship. Do you know
why Jim picked this one?Ó
Spock
decided not to hazard a guess.
ÒSo
we could work it out. Boy genius who shares me with my goddamned boss wants me to work it
out.Ó
Spock
opted not to point out she had been engaged to her boss and by many methods of
hierarchy, Spock himself could have been considered her boss—several
layers removed—in their reality.
He just nodded in a way that he hoped meant he was being supportive.
She
moved closer. ÒWhat he doesnÕt get,
Spock, is that while you had ninety years to tootle around the quadrant getting
over Valeris and her betrayal and to begin to think fondly of the gal you were
checking as baggage—literally—I did not. IÕm still there and then. I never got a chance to get over losing
my friends, processing that Cartwright betrayed us all, dealing with the fact
that a woman I considered my goddamned protŽgŽ set me up to take a fall for something
I didnÕt do. And why? Because a man who didnÕt even love me
wanted to fuck me more than he did her when he came into heat.Ó
She
took a step back, was breathing hard.
ÒWork this out? How the hell
am I supposed to work this out when IÕm this angry? When I know you donÕt love me. Or if you suddenly do, you managed to
fall in love with me completely independent of my involvement—or even
presence—in the process. How
utterly not romantic can this get?Ó
ÒYou
would rather have gone to Rura Penthe?Ó He knew his voice was harsh, but he had
felt every one of her words hit home, as truth had the unhappy way of doing.
ÒI
honestly donÕt know, Spock.Ó
ÒDo
you wish me to speak to Jim? Get
you different quarters.Ó
ÒWhy
couldnÕt Jim just be human and give me the right quarters to begin with? When did I lose control of my own
life?Ó She turned and walked into
her quarters, not bothering to shut the door, and he heard her lie down on the
bed.
He
expected to hear her crying; he did not.
He sat for a quarter hour, than another, waiting to see if she was going
to get up and leave. He did not
think she was asleep, so he finally walked over to the door and looked in.
She
was staring up at the ceiling.
ÒMay
I come in?Ó
She
nodded.
He
walked in and sat down on the bed next to her. She surprised him by saying, ÒLie down.Ó
He
slid down beside her, noted that she smelled good—but then she always
had. He exhaled slowly.
ÒYouÕre
an old man. And IÕm not an old woman.Ó
ÒI
am aware of this.Ó He felt stung by
her words. Had hoped it would not
make a difference.
ÒI
donÕt want to be stuck with someone.
More importantly, I donÕt want someone to be stuck with me. You never wanted me, Spock. Not when it mattered. Not when we were both young and vital,
when we were equals.Ó
He
had no argument. Except perhaps
this: ÒI never wanted to want you.Ó
She
frowned. ÒWhat the hell does that
mean?Ó
ÒJust
that...for whatever reason, you were not the kind of woman I wanted to be with
at that time. Even though I was
very much drawn to you.Ó
ÒThat
makes me feel oh so better.Ó She
turned, cuddled into his chest, confusing him greatly.
He
debated whether he should stroke her hair or not, finally decided to do it, and
she cuddled in even closer.
ÒI
donÕt want to live on a planet full of Vulcans,Ó she mumbled into his chest,
and he realized somewhere between insulting him for being old, and not wanting
to be stuck with him, sheÕd landed on them living together. He decided not to point out the
strangeness of the logic trail.
ÒNor
do I. And to be honest, Christine, my
presence is barely desired. I will
leave whatever amount of my seed they wish from me—if it is even viable,
which is not certain due to my age and my dual heritage—and depart.Ó
She
pulled back and looked him squarely in the eyes. ÒYouÕre not going to stay there?Ó
He
shook his head.
ÒWhere
will you go?Ó
ÒI
do not know.Ó He realized her eyes
were wary again and decided to address the larger issue, not assume she was
going to stay with him. ÒIf I were
a very fortunate man and you decided to accompany me, where would you want to
go?Ó
ÒI
still think my plan of hunting down everyone we know is evil is viable. Might do wonders for my
disposition.Ó She smiled weakly at
him. ÒIÕm not sure where IÕd want
to go.Ó She started to laugh. ÒWait, no, yes, IÕve got it. You can make Kironide,
right?Ó
He
could feel his mouth ticking up against his will.
ÒI
would kill to see Parmen sing ÔMaiden Wine.Õ We could rescue Alexander way before heÕd
otherwise be rescued. And you know
thereÕs no guarantee that this ship will even wander that way now. That poor guy could be stuck with those assholes
forever.Ó
He
shook his head, but he knew his eyes were shining.
ÒWe
could find MiramaneeÕs planet and get that obelisk
thing working.Ó
ÒWe
cannot interfere.Ó
ÒWhy
the hell not? ItÕs already going to
happen. Jim defeats Parmen, rescues Alexander, and sets a message buoy around
the world. We do it a bit earlier
in case he doesnÕt get there. I
think itÕs a great plan. And face
it, weÕve got between us eighty times the experience of the junior varsity on
this ship.Ó
ÒThey
are quite capable.Ó
ÒThey
are just graduated cadets, you dingbat.
Capable or not, they should be on ships learning under more seasoned
officers, not on the flagship doing at will with no supervision.Ó
He
had to concede her point. Even if
had thrilled him a bit to see the old team together—the logic of it threw
him. ÒWe could discuss which of our
previous missions might be worth undertaking again. Which are the least likely to happen
given present circumstances but would benefit by happening again.Ó He found the idea fascinating
actually. The models they could
write to determine possible outcomes.
They would be true partners in this.
ÒWunderbar.Ó She
leaned back. ÒOkay, so I guess we
are stuck with each other.Ó
ÒSo
it would seem. In the service of
the galaxy.Ó He reached over,
slowly began to run his hand down her top.
ÒThis is, I think, new.Ó
ÒLittle
me ordered it—she objected to the sackcloth youÕd outfitted me in. You like it? The boys on the ship seemed to, even if
I donÕt have my younger selfÕs sweet little shape anymore.Ó
ÒI
have no complaints as to the shape of your body,Ó he said, as he began to
unfasten the snaps that held the shirt across her breasts. ÒI, in fact, prefer it to hers.Ó
ÒBig
liar. You always go for willowy
girls. IÕve seen your women.Ó
He
grabbed her hand, pulled it down to his groin. ÒDo I appear to be lying as to my
attraction?Ó
She
began to smile. ÒNope, you sure
donÕt.Ó
ÒThen
please refrain from arguing.Ó He
had the shirt loose and pushed it off her.
Her bra most conveniently fastened in the front; he had it off in
seconds. He stared down at her for
a moment, before leaning in to kiss her softly on the mouth, thinking that
tenderness might be called for more than passion.
She
kissed him back the same way, then pushed him down to her chest, where he
abandoned tenderness and played the way he knew she liked from the aftermaths
of the Pon Farrs theyÕd
been through, when the fire had been over but the desire had not, and they had
a chance to find out what pleased the other.
She
arched underneath him, and he used the opportunity to undo her pants and slide
them off her, grabbing her panties with them, leaving her naked. He kissed his way from her chest down
her body, making her wiggle and cry out and arch her back some more.
As
she came down, she looked over at him.
ÒYouÕre overdressed.Ó
He
nodded.
She
got a funny look. ÒItÕs because of
what I said. The old man comment?Ó
He
knew it was illogical. She had only
been speaking the truth. But he
nodded and looked away.
ÒIÕm
sorry about that. I was hurt.Ó
He
nodded.
ÒI
was just being mean.Ó She got up on
her knees, pulled his robe and underwear off him and studied him. ÒItÕs been so long for you, hasnÕt it,
since youÕve made love?Ó
He
nodded.
ÒThen
the first time is going to go really fast so letÕs not make you wait.Ó She buried her face in his lap, began to
lick and suck, and he was lost in the sensation, wanted to push her head down but
also wanted to kiss her, only that would mean stopping the wonderful sensations
she was causing. Before he was
ready, he was calling out, riding out the spasms and saying over and over, ÒIÕm
sorry, Christine. IÕm sorry.Ó
She
looked up, a smile on her face. ÒDonÕt
be sorry. When a man waits ninety
years, things want to come out.
LetÕs see how you do on round two, okay?Ó She pulled him on top of her. ÒKiss me. Show me that you love me, if you really
think you do.Ó
ÒDo
you love me?Ó He moved so he was
not lying so heavily on her.
ÒI
do. I always have. But then, IÕm an idiot.Ó She ran her fingers over his face. ÒNow show me.Ó
He
tried to do just that. Kissing her
as tenderly as he could. Touching
her, running his hands over her body, sucking at her neck in a way he realized
would leave a mark, moving back down to her chest again. HeÕd always loved her breasts, could
barely leave them alone now.
She
was moaning as he moved over her, kissing him back as sweetly, licking his
nipples, making him jump at the unexpected sensation, then she sucked the tip
of his ear and he felt his lower half coming back to life in a hurry.
ÒThere
he is,Ó she murmured in his ear as she reached down to encircle him.
He
moaned, allowed her to guide him into her, and then he pushed and found his way
home.
This
time he was not so eager; this time his body did not betray him by coming so
soon. This time he gave her
pleasure and saw in her eyes that it was good and that she was pleased.
This
time, he enjoyed himself as he came.
##
Chapel
sat with Spock in a quiet corner of the rec lounge, watching release two of
themselves and their friends celebrating...something. Neither of them was quite sure
what. There seemed to be a party
nearly every day between shifts—every shift.
ÒItÕs
like the old Ôday that ends in YÕ party they used to have at my university,Ó
Chapel said, her feet tucked under her, several empty glasses in front of
her. Spock was being unusually generous
with the expensive hooch and sheÕd found that ninety years in cryo had in no way reduced her ability to hold her liquor,
so she was taking full advantage of his generosity.
ÒThey
do seem...Ó
ÒYoung. Just say it, Spock. TheyÕre goddamned babies. Every day is a party to them.Ó She took another sip of her drink. There was no way she could even think
about affording this. Starfleet had
frozen all her assets.
She
frowned. Spock shouldnÕt have any
assets, should he? She studied him.
ÒYou
have a question?Ó
ÒYouÕre
using knowledge from the future to profit in the past.Ó
ÒOn...?Ó
ÒThe
markets. Industry. Commodities. The goddamn horseraces for all I
know. This booze costs a hell of a
lot and you, as far as I know, lost everything on the Narada.Ó
ÒNot
everything.Ó He found her hand,
squeezed it.
ÒVery
sweet but you will not distract me.
So what are you doing?Ó
ÒTechnically,
since the past has changed, my knowledge from the future is now little better
than a hunch. So I am...speculating
at best.Ó
ÒAnd
youÕve done how well?Ó
ÒWe
can afford anything we like. I am
accustomed to having a great deal of wealth at my disposal.Ó He almost smiled at her.
ÒI
know. Just one more reason to make
you a guy to fall in love with.Ó At
his look, she laughed. ÒItÕs just
as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man.Ó
ÒLogically,
it may be easier.Ó
ÒSee.Ó Chapel saw her doppelganger coming
toward them, with Jim and Len on either side, arms draped around her. She started pounding on SpockÕs
leg. ÒSee, see, see?Ó
He
stopped her attack. ÒI see.Ó
ÒSo
youÕre leaving us...finally?Ó
Chapel the younger was clearly feeling no pain as she leaned against Len
and played with JimÕs hair.
Chapel
shook her head. ÒI thought you
three saved that for shore leave?Ó
Len
looked around and then at the other two, and they all started to laugh. ÒOh,
shit. Are we still on the ship? Damn it. We did this last time, too.Ó
ÒI
believe your secret is out, Jim,Ó Spock said. ÒPerhaps less alcohol? If a red alert were to sound...?Ó
Jim
leaned in. ÒWe have antitox. We can
be sober in 20 seconds.Ó
ÒItÕs
actually 120,Ó Chapel said. ÒBut
math doesnÕt have to be your strong suit.Ó
ÒNo,
really, ours works in 20.Ó The other
Christine dug into her pocket and handed her some. ÒMaybe another thing thatÕs changed?Ó
ÒWell,
this change I actually like. No
wonder you people get shitfaced so often.Ó
Len
frowned. ÒItÕs not that often. You donÕt need to sound so judgmental.Ó
ÒThat
was quite mild for her,Ó Spock said, trying to be helpful no doubt.
She
elbowed him.
ÒJim
wants to know if you two made up,Ó the other Christine said.
ÒSomething
wrong with JimÕs ability to ask us himself?Ó
ÒChristine.Ó
She
elbowed Spock again, but he blocked her.
ÒYes,
Jim, as you can see, despite Christine being as volatile as ever, we have made
up.Ó
ÒWe
were never fighting.Ó
ÒI
stand corrected.Ó
Jim
winked at Spock. ÒThatÕs right, my
friend. The road to a happy
relationship is to realize that no matter how wrong they may appear, the woman
is always right.Ó
ÒIllogical
but accurate.Ó
Chapel
rolled her eyes. ÒGive me a break. Like you ever admit IÕm right without an
argument first.Ó She met JimÕs
eyes. ÒWeÕve forged an understanding. LetÕs leave it at that.Ó
ÒAnd
sheÕs happy with the sex. I know
that look.Ó Len smiled in a sort of
dreamy way.
ÒI
find that unnerving,Ó Spock said.
ÒYou
and me both, lover.Ó She moved a
little closer to him. ÒYou and me
both.Ó
FIN