Strength of Men Chapter... 7
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1lostone Pairing/Characters: K/S, mentions of other relationships
Rating/Category: NC-17
Universe: ST Reboot
Wordcount: 34,997 (so far)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. *eyeballs mortgage* Clearly.
A/N: Well, we're moving along here. Yeah, some people have guessed that some of the characters in the TOS episode Conscience of the King- only it's a redux version. And by redux, the characters are quite a lot more... evil... than in the original. *shrug* :D Thanks as always to
ladyblahblah ladyblahblah for her amazinngness of betaing this monster- even when she has so many projects in the air- and for ostia2006 for giving me the idea. Chapter Notes: Yep, those of you that guessed it- There are TOS characters that show up in new and very uncannon-y ways.
Warnings: H/C, Angst, Longfic, Attempts To Write Plot, Use Of Every Fandom Cliche Since The Dawn Of Time
Chapter 1 ~~ Chapter 2 ~~ Chapter 3 ~~ Chapter 4
Jim’s mouth was open, face pressed against his knees. He could hear nothing but his frantic heartbeat echoing in his ears. His chest burned. It was though his throat had closed with this strength of his shock. His neck muscles trembled with the pressure of pushing, his face against his knees lip splitting against his uniform leg. The taste of blood filled his mouth. Dimly, over the sound of his heartbeat, he became aware of other sounds in the room. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make his lungs work well enough to actually draw in oxygen.
“Goddamnit man, I didn’t do anything! He was sitting on his bed reading a message and suddenly jumped up and threw the damn PADD across-“
He tuned out the frantic words, focusing instead on the sound of feet moving against the carpeted floor. Jim became aware of a blast of heat, the scent of something spicy that reminded him of the desert. Someone… Spock. SafeSpocksafewon’thurtsafeSpock Jim leaned almost imperceptibly towards the new source of heat like a plant searching for the sun.
“Jim.”
Jim felt himself tense at the sudden sound. He took a shaky breath, and then another, listening to his heartbeat become less panicked. Slowly he relaxed his neck muscles, moving so his mouth was just resting on his knee. He realized his lip was throbbing.
“Neither the doctor or myself mean you any harm. I am going to touch you in a comforting manner. Do not be alarmed.”
Even though panic was a tight ball of nausea in his stomach, Jim’s lips twitched at that. He nodded into his legs. He felt the higher temperature of Spock’s own body heat as his gently touched Jim’s shoulder.
Fucking stupid. Cowering in the corner… it was a picture just a picture it’s over.
He felt Spock jerk his hand away. The contact, brief though it was, made Jim suck in his breath, the skin of his shoulder suddenly cold. Jim forced himself to look up. He slowly unclenched his body. He forced a breath, and then another, hearing a high-pitched whistle as moisture caught in his throat.
“Jim.” Bones sounded so relieved. The sound made his eyes tear up in reaction. Shame and guilt warred for space within him.
“I--”
Bones knelt on his other side. He swore under his breath and pulled Jim into a hug. Jim’s arm flopped a little, brushing up against Spock. He became aware of something strong, dark- a feeling? Impression?- and it was cut off abruptly as Spock stood with one fluid movement, walking towards the broken PADD near the table. Bones clutched him for a moment longer before breaking off and standing, grunting when his bones creaked as he stood.
Jim made his careful way to his bed, where he lay down, idly wiping the blood off of his face. His mind was carefully blank. Bones was watching him carefully.
Jim sighed. “Bones. It was just a panic attack. Surely you haven’t forgotten the joys of me making an ass out of myself. Pretty entertaining, huh?”
“Don’t be an idiot.” He crossed his arms, biting off the words through clenched teeth. He jerked his gaze towards the broken piece of equipment.“What the fuck, Jim?”
Jim was watching Spock as he stood stiffly with his back to them. The robe that he wore was cut widely around the neck, showing Spock’s collarbone and the ridges of his vertebra as his neck bowed. Jim didn’t think he had ever seen the other man- Vulcan?- wearing anything other than a uniform. It made him look softer somehow. Jim could hear the sound the robe made as it slid against Spock’s skin as he bent over to retrieve the device and holy loving Christ what the hell was he thinking?
“Clearly you saw something on this that was disagreeable.” He turned around with an inquiring look. Jim couldn’t meet his eyes. He had. Oh, god he had.
“I wish to see this missive.”
Jim sighed. “No you don’t, Spock. I wish I hadn’t seen it either.” Spock’s eyebrow raised just a little, the only bit of movement in his pale face.
“Jim. You know I can’t release you for duty if this is going on.”At ‘this’, Bones waved his hands around as though indicating the whole room.
“Yeah.”
“I’m tempted to give you something to knock you out. At least then I’d know you’ve slept.”
“Thanks, Mom. Spock, seriously. Leave it alone. That’s an order.”
Spock, who had been punching in a key sequence hastily stopped, looking up over the small PADD. Jim could see his mouth tighten into a small frown.
Jim looked back at him, his eyes flicking down over the robe and back up to Spock’s face. The garment was absolutely beautiful. Most Vulcan artifacts were simple and unadorned, but this one was long and flowing. There was a small section of silver stitched into the front of the robe, replete with various Vulcan symbols. The threads shimmered in the low lights. Spock, seeming to just now realize that he was not dressed in his regulation Starfleet uniform, set The PADD down on the table and turned, walking back towards the bathroom.
“I will leave you to the doctor’s ministrations while I go and change into something more appropriate.”
“’Kay. And thanks Spock. That was the second time you’ve helped me today. I really appreciate it. I’ll contact Pike and see what needs to be done.” Spock paused for a moment before resuming his measured stride back into his own quarters.
“The second time?” Jim felt the bed dip as his friend perched on the edge. He heard the hum of the medical tricorder and tried not to roll his eyes.
“Yeah.”
“Jim, these readings are all over the place.”
“Awesome.” He was exhausted. He didn’t remember panic attacks leaving him so wrecked afterwards. “I can’t believe I still have to talk to Starfleet about all this. I mean, we’re just hanging out here over New Vulcan. It’s only been a couple of hours since we beamed back.”
“Well, to be fair you have had a lot of your mind. Literally. I don’t know what sort of Vulcan voodoo they did down there, but it seems like it’s changed some of your mental signature. The patterns aren’t damaged exactly, but different. Stronger, but… Damnit Jim, I’m a doctor not a psychiatrist! I had something like six months of psychiatric training at the beginning of my career, even before we met on that shuttle. I have half a mind to insist we go back to that Starbase so I can have you checked out.”
“What Starbase?” Jim’s eyes, which had lazily drifted shut, popped open again. Bones had finished one pass with the tricorder and started back up the length of his body.
“Oh we were en route before we found you. That damn disease. It just made me want to make sure that we were fully aware of its sympt-“ Bones stopped and winced.
“What do you mean, disease?” Jim was completely baffled.
“Ehh, shit.”
Jim looked at his friend, who was staring over his head, looking troubled.
“Bones.” Bones usually ignored that tone when he used it with him. This time he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Jim felt something in him shiver as the door to his bathroom slid open. Spock was there, dressed impeccably with his hands clasped behind his back.
“When you were taken off the ship, something was injected into the ship’s ventilation ship. Something microbial. It… it was pretty bad. It took out most of the crew for several days.” He sighed and Jim braced himself for what was coming. “Seventeen people died. It didn’t work like anything I’d seen before. Each separate symptom needed its own cure.”
“And what, you just forget to tell me? Goddamnit Bones! ” Jim sprung up from the bed and started pacing around his quarters again. He saw the abandoned PADD on the table and scooped it up, throwing it as hard as he could against the wall. The sound of glass breaking was loud in the quiet room. “What the hell else haven’t you told me?” He remembered he was barefoot right before he kicked the broken glass. Instead he turned and threw himself down into one of the chairs, seething.
“Captain.”
Jim wasn’t sure what Spock saw in his face when he snapped his neck around to meet his gaze, but it caused him to shift very slightly.
“How do you forget to mention something that killed seventeen of my people?” Jim’s voice was tight with anger. He refused to show any other emotion. These two had already gotten all he emotion they were going to get out of him for today.
“As you are well aware, Captain, my memory is eidetic. I do not ‘forget’. I judged that this information would best be expressed semi-privately due to the 99.6 likelihood that you would be emotionally compromised by the details of the disease. I admit that I had not anticipated Dr. McCoy sharing this information until you were cleared for duty. Clearly there are nuances to Human doctor/patient relationships that I do not understand.”
Bones glared at Spock, lips twisting in a smirk. “Clearly.” He bit out.
Jim held up a hand. “So, not only did I get kidnapped and go a little crazy, my ship was attacked. Starfleet is probably dicking around with all the PR and red tape from Tommy’s death. Still, I need to tell them…” His voice trailed off as he continued his thought. “Let’s back up. I need to contact Starfleet before I do anything else. If you two can behave you can stay here. Otherwise, split.”
“As Acting Captain until you are medically cleared, it would be most logical for me to remain while you contact your superior officers.”
“Fine. Bones?”
“I need to add the latest funky brain readings to your illustrious medical file.” He waved the tricorder significantly. “You two kids try not to have too much fun.” His grin was wry but at least it was a grin. Jim knew how he hated to deal with ‘bureaucratic bullshit’, preferring instead the relative solitude of his office or the ordered chaos of sick bay. The fact that he was leaving him with Spock just proved that either he trusted that Jim wouldn’t fall apart again, or that he was in for a physical so complete Bones would be able to predict the next time that he would sneeze.
“’Funky ‘ brain readings?” Spock’s voice was clipped.
“Yeah. Don’t worry. He thinks it was just a side effect of some of the stuff that happened when you went in after me.” Jim tapped his temple with his finger. “Well, let’s get this over with. Then maybe you can do your mind meld thing again and tell me who I’m supposed to be looking for, so that I can kick their ass.”
Spock seemed frozen for a moment.
“Spock?” Jim cocked his head. His heart rate was still high enough from his earlier burst of anger that his face was still flushed. Between that and the panic attack, he was pretty damn sure he was ready for a nap. The euphoria he’d felt when he woke up on New Vulcan a few hours ago had dissipated completely.
Spock had moved to the side; out of direct range of the video screen but still able to hear. Uhura was off-duty at this hour, so Jim punched in his communication data himself, waiting patiently while the subspace call was placed and answered. Jim spun around in his chair while he waited. He caught a glance of Spock, who was staring at him as though he were a particularly interesting physics formula.
“Spock? Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?”
“I could not possibly hope to answer that with any accuracy, given the statistical certainty that somewhere in the universe something is ‘wrong’, Jim.”
Jim couldn’t help the slightly goofy smile at hearing his name from Spock’s lips. He remembered that his lip had been split while he sat in the corner about this time and winced, licking at his lip. Spock was so stuffy; it was so hard for him to be informal. The fact that he was trying meant a lot to Jim, hence the goofy smile.
There was a beep, signifying the Admiral was available.
“Captain Kirk.”
“Admiral Pike.”
“Goddamn, son it’s good to see you.” Pike smiled.
“It’s good to be seen. You know that I wouldn’t have been if Spock hadn’t found me.”
“Yes. I read his report.”
Jim sat back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well?”
Pike sighed, smile draining away from his face. “Well, I have some good news for you. It’s not perfect, but it will be better than nothing, and you better be damn grateful that I managed to arrange it.”
Jim didn’t say anything.
“Kevin Riley is working as a medical researcher on Starbase 11. Erica Molson is a stage performer, last seen on Wrigley. Your orders are to find and escort them back to Earth.”
“My orders? Gee, Admiral. I haven’t even been cleared for duty yet.” Jim was fighting to keep his face blank. Kevin and Erica. He hadn’t seen either of them since he was thirteen years old. Even hearing their names caused his heart to speed up. He felt his skin start to sweat. His throat started to close. Oh no oh nonono. Not again. He couldn’t do this now, not now not-
“Admiral, what of the criminal Kodos?” Spock moved into the frame, brushing against Jim briefly in passing. The quick touch was like a burst of adrenaline, clearing Jim’s head and allowing him to think clearly again. He took a deep breath, trying to hide how shaky it was.
“We have no information on him at this time. We do not even know if it was he that-“
“It was.” The words broke from his throat, as though fighting for life through broken glass. “It was him.”
“Jim, you were tortured. For days. I… understand what your mind goes through in a time like that. The crazy things you remember. Starfleet regulations are clear. You know we can’t corroborate your statement without additional evidence.”
Jim felt like he had been punched. His face must have reflected his shock, because the Admiral spoke again.
“Jim. We need evidence. You have your orders. I am sure you’ll be back on duty in no time. You always have had a way of getting things done over and above expectations. Pike out.”
Jim found himself staring at the monitor for a full minute. Spock had stiffened beside him.
“Jim, the inflection in Admiral Pike’s voice would seem to indicate that he has just ordered us to go against our official orders. I find myself unsure that this is the wisest course of action.”
“Yeah. ‘He needs evidence.’ We just have to get him that evidence.” He tapped his communicator.
“Kirk to Helm. Plot a course to Wrigley. Warp five.”
There was an awkward silence. Jim rolled his eyes. “Spock.”
“Assume the course, helmsman.”
“Yes, sir.” The poor guy sounded relieved. Truth be told, Jim had reacted without actually realizing that he wasn’t technically a captain at the moment. He put his head on his hands.
“Sorry about that,” he muttered. “God, I’m tired.” The movement brought his shoulder against Spock’s torso. He cracked open one eye. “Okay, I can write off the first couple of times as coincidence, but what the hell is that? Every time we touch I feel like someone just goosed me.”
“Captain, I fail to understand the correlation between Terran avian species and your reaction to touching me.”
Jim bit his lip to keep from laughing, then yelped a little when it stung. “Ah, it’s an expression. I mean, when we touch there’s a surprising ... link. Between us.”
Spock took a step back and walked over to the eating area, taking his normal spot in front of the chess board. “I believe what we are experiencing is a residual effect of a… connection.”
“From you being in my head? You mean, from that mistake…thingy?” Jim wasn’t sure exactly how to put it in words.
“Affirmative.” Spock sounded as cold as he did during his Kobyashi trial.
Jim turned in his chair fully, observing his First Officer. “I’m afraid I don’t understand. Is this like the meld the Ambassador and I did? Why am I not linked to him? I mean, you can’t read my thoughts when we touch, can you?”
Spock’s eyelid twitched in a way that Jim took to mean he was growing agitated. “You are aware that I am a touch telepath.”
Jim nodded. His eyes grew wide. “You mean, every time that I’ve touched you, you could read my thoughts?!”
“Before our …link, yes. Only through skin-to-skin contact. I could ascertain a glimmer of what you were thinking, especially if you were directing your thoughts to me at the time. In the past four point three hours, I have observed that I can pick up some of your more overwhelming emotions without skin contact, as evidenced when you were becoming emotionally distressed when speaking with the Admiral. My counterpart has likely attempted several melds in the course of his life and would not have miscalculated.”
“You mean I was your test run?”
Spock didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. Jim stared at Spock for a moment...
“Can I touch you?” The words slipped out before Jim could properly think about them. He leaned forward a little and held up his hand.
Spock looked appalled; skin flushing in a light green. “That gesture would not be appropriate.” Jim was confused. Spock looked like he had just propositioned him or something.
Spock sat across from him at the table, seated with his back straight, hands lightly resting on his legs, no different from the other hundreds of times Jim had seen Spock sit that way. Acting on instinct, Jim reached out and touched the back of Spock’s wrist with a finger. Immediately, he felt better, as though the chaos of his thoughts had gone through a filter. Jim tried to get a handle on everything he was feeling, not wanting to make Spock uncomfortable again. He shut his eyes in concentration.
“Do I have your permission to join our minds?” Spock’s question seemed muffled in the quiet room, yet it caused Jim’s breath to catch. He nodded, still with his eyes closed. Jim didn’t know what the hell was going on in his life, but when this happened, each and every time, he came out of it with some knowledge.
“My mind to your mind.” Jim could feel the fingers of Spock’s hand slide against his face. He found himself leaning forward just a tiny amount, leaning into their connection.
“My thoughts to your thoughts.”
The world slid away, and all he was aware of was Spock, like some burning sun in a pit of darkness. He knew what he wanted and went for it. Jim found himself fumbling mentally, unable to really muster any sort of defense against Spock’s mind. He found himself unable to even think in words. There was no landscape this time, no emotional transference or visualization of memory.
Jim relived his incapacitation again, Spock watching the memory over and over, slowing it down and speeding past other parts, looking for some kind of clue. It was impossible. Jim’s allergic reaction had muddled his senses; sight was blurry, no sense of smell or taste. A feeling of nausea, a glimpse of a red uniform and the suggestion of medium-length blonde hair. A glimpse of human-looking hands. The body was slight, but nothing indicated whether his pursuer was female or male. Jim tended to think male since he wasn’t exactly a lightweight, and it would have required some physicality if Jim had managed to fight back. There was a bright glint of bluish light as the portable transporter glinted in the corridor. It landed on Jim’s chest with a soft thud. Then the feeling of panic, confusion and darkness as he transported.
Jim took the mental equivalent of a breath of relief, thinking that this was done, but felt Spock’s mind again. A feeling of curiosity. The mental image of Jim throwing the PADD against the wall in a shocking display of emotion. Jim scrambled mentally, trying to pull away.
He gasped, eyes flying open as they came out of the meld. Spock’s gaze bored into him with such a storm of intensity in his brown eyes that Jim couldn’t begin to actually decipher what Spock’s eyes were telling him before the other man was pulling way, putting distance between them.
“Ah, thanks. For stopping I mean.”
“I find your insistence on maintaining distance in this manner unpleasing and completely illogical.”
Jim grinned a little at Spock’s prissiness.
“Tough.”
He got up and crossed to the replicator, getting a coffee for himself and a Vulcan tea for Spock. It was a gesture he had done hundreds of times during their chess matches, yet Spock seemed mildly startled when Jim set the mug beside his elbow on the table. He took a drink. It came in such a small dose that Spock drank it in one swallow, like one would do with a shot. Usually the sight made him inwardly smile. Jim lounged against the bulkhead as he drank, thinking.
“So, nothing helpful in my memory then. The ship’s still on lockdown. How are we supposed to complete our mission with a traitor on board? I really want this guy nailed to a wall, Spock.”
“I will start by compiling a list of each crew member with light-colored hair, and cross-referencing it with who would have been off duty at that time.”
Jim snorted. “Yeah, assuming that was really their hair. They could have been wearing a wig or could have been totally bald! They could have stolen the uniform…” He broke off, sipping his coffee. The heat felt good against his swollen lip. “Shit. This isn’t going to be easy.”
Spock stood and crossed to the front door of Jim’s quarters, setting the small empty mug by the replicator on his way.
“Hey, wait? Where are you going?”
“I believe that should be obvious…Jim.”
“I have some more questions though. Like, why was that meld different than the other times when I was out of it?” He took another sip of coffee.
Spock tilted his head slightly, looking at Jim as though he had done something mildly fascinating. “In the previous meld, we were bonded.”
Jim choked on the coffee, almost dropping it as he tried to get his body under control. He carefully set the mug on the table near him while he bent over at the waist coughing. “What?” He was pretty sure his eyes were going to bug out of his head.
“We were bonded together for a short time.”
Jim was still trying to remember how to breathe. “Wh—wh- what?”
“Was your aural perception damaged in some way, sir?”
“Jim, damnit! Yes! You said you made a mistake, not the Vulcan version of ‘til death do us part! I mean, I’m not exactly an expert on Vulcan cultural rituals, but even we know what a bond is!” Jim stared at Spock, who stood at his customary parade rest, each muscle in his body tensed.
“Indeed.”
“Wait… wait. I thought Vulcan bonds were permanent. Who broke it?”
“My counterpart corrected my miscalculation. As I said, the connection that you feel is just the residual effects of that bond. I hypothesize that it will fade in time. Please do not be concerned; we are no longer connected permanently. If there is nothing else, there are several experiments that need my attention before I retire for the night. I suggest that you get some sleep.”
Jim’s brain seemed to still be stuck. “Uh… ah. Yeah. Goodnight, Spock. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Indeed. That does seem likely.” Spock left his quarters without another word.
Jim collapsed onto his bed, mind whirling. There was no way in hell he was going to sleep without trying to put his thoughts into some sort of order. That was one of the tricks that the first slew of counselors had suggested: that he write about his feelings. As a teenager he had been less than thrilled with keeping what he referred to as a ‘dream journal’, but as an adult Jim found that it did help to talk out his problems. He did it at least once a day. He smiled, remembering how cold it had been on Delta Vega, and how extremely pissed off he had been.
“Captain’s personal log, Stardate … something. Shit. I should probably know that. Oh well. Dear journal, Today I had a very interesting day.”
He laughed. “I don’t know why I always start my journal like that. I doubt Ms. Malone really intended me to keep on with that way of starting. Or was it Dr. L’eath? Whatever. So I found out that I got married a few days ago. Me. Married. To Spock! I guess he accidentally bonded us? I’m not really sure how that works. Uhura might know more about it. Although, if I go up to her and casually mention that I accidentally married her boyfriend, she might beat me to death with her ponytail. It surprises me to learn that Spock isn’t infallible. I mean, he always seems so controlled. I guess in Vulcan years he’s still fairly young though. I mean Spock… not my Spock, but the other Spock. Wait, not that he’s my my Spock.” He paused for a few minutes, surprised by the little spurt of … wanting. He shook his head, appalled at himself. Talk about misplaced gratitude. “Anyway, the older Spock doesn’t really seem all that old. But I guess he would have to be over one hundred and fifty standard years. I could ask him I guess. But... it kind of makes me feel like shit. I think it hurts him to see me. Maybe makes him remember his version of me.”
“Anyway, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I couldn’t tell Spock. Or Bones, either. It was pretty stupid of me to throw the PADD against the wall like that. Sort of like a kid having a temper tantrum. It was just… seeing poor Tommy. They hurt him so… “He stopped for a moment, trying to speak past the blockage in his throat.
“It’s funny. I’ve spent most of the last part of my life very carefully not thinking about those guys. Tom, Kevin… or even Erica, although she wasn’t in the same situation as we were. She still got off on the shuttle with us. Same bunch of diplomatic hoops. Same bunch of bullshit. We didn’t want to talk about what happened to us on that fucking planet. Still don’t. And now, somehow He is still alive… and it’s pretty goddamn clear that he’s coming after the five of us.
“I don’t know who sent that message to me. I was just sitting there, drinking with Bones, same shit we always do after I make it back from some mission or another and he’s done being pissed off that I got hurt. My message station blipped, and I was too lazy to get up to put it on the viewer. Good thing too. Bones would have shit himself if he saw what they sent. So that’s one good thing I’ve managed to do I guess. Bones tries to be all gruff about stuff like that, but he’s the biggest girl over things sometimes. Like, I could tell he was hurt that I hadn’t told him the details of what happened on Tarsus IV.”
Jim yawned again, punching his pillow into some sort of comfortable shape. Part of him was hoping that this would allow him to sleep. The other part was afraid that he would start in with the nightmares again. He sighed.
“I’ll feel better when I know that whoever helped me get off the ship is caught. I can figure that out as soon as I get some sleep. Goodnight, Journal.”
Jim stretched out on the bed. He lay there for a few minutes, but the exhaustion of the day did eventually catch up with him. When he closed his eyes, he tentatively reached out for that spark that he felt with Spock. It was muted, distant, but there. His brow furrowed as he concentrated. Very dimly, he could sense something comforting; a stroke of cool skin against a fevered brow. He sighed again and slipped into sleep.
CH 8
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Date: 2010-03-17 03:25 am (UTC)Jim needs to be very, very careful and I think that Rand thing is extremly fishy.
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Date: 2010-03-17 04:15 am (UTC)Another awesome chapter! *wants MOAR* (You realize you have created a monster here, right? ;)
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Date: 2010-03-17 05:37 am (UTC)The drama, it builds! So now Jim has to deal with having been married and reliving bad memories... The next xhapter promises to be exciting:)
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Date: 2010-03-17 04:58 pm (UTC)Wonder if they're ever going to relise they're still linked? Mwahahahah!
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Date: 2010-03-18 03:20 am (UTC)I really enjoy your plot line, its engaging and entertaining. The subtle Vulcan humor throughout had me in stiches, I just love deadpan. and I know it was in the last chapter, but that "Bad Vulcan. No cookie for you." line just killed me, in an absolutley wonderful way.
Oh, and the drama shaping up? Yeah, can't wait to see what happens next!
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