Here is a little bit of a piece, told in a total of four parts, that has nothing to do with anything else I've written. It was originally done for the fan zine for this year's KiScon in Los Angeles, a gathering which would, I am certain, be described by Spock as "fascinating." The idea for this piece originally started out as a PWP - but, as you'll soon note, it has a lot more plot and rather less porn than I had intended.

That said, hope you enjoy it!

Vulcans do not dream.

They do not, as Terrans like to call their periods of mental diversion, daydream.

They most certainly do not fantasize.

Spock knew this – he had spent far too many years being trained in all the Vulcan mental disciplines to think otherwise.

Therefore, what was currently going on in his mind could only be blamed on his human half…

…and on Jim Kirk.

To be fair, the captain had not intentionally caused Spock to feel this distress.

Is "distress" the appropriate term for these sensations?

He had no idea; they were so utterly foreign to Spock that he barely knew how to classify them.

Fortunately, Jim was unaware of the circumstances that had created this… unusual situation. Spock was glad of this.


He was.

The unaccustomed voice in his mind that seemed to wish to argue this point with him was firmly ignored – especially since this argumentative voice was urging him to go to Jim, speak with him. Now.

And for the past 3.4 days, since their return from the Siri Prime, Spock had managed to avoid doing exactly that; he was not sure how much more time he would require before he could interact with Jim with any degree of composure.

If the past few days are any indication, he mused, it might be quite a while…


As a general rule, Spock and Kirk tended to ignore the "Captain and First Really Shouldn't Be on the Same Away Mission" advice that Starfleet gave their command teams. After all, they weren't actually disobeying an order – they were simply disregarding a suggestion.

In this particular case, neither Jim nor Spock had wanted to miss the opportunity to be part of the first Federation team to actually see the Tuhuma – the inhabitants of Siri Prime that had, until quite recently, been considered to be mythological creatures and not actual living beings. So skilled were the Tuhuma at concealing themselves that centuries had passed without them having been seen by any outsiders at all – and scientific observers had concurred that the race, if it had ever existed at all, had long since died off.

Then had come a new breakthrough in sensor technology – and the astonishing revelation that in fact the Tuhuma had been right there on Siri Prime all the time. They actually had what seemed to be a thriving – albeit somewhat primitive by Federation standards – civilization, and a population that numbered well into the millions.

Starfleet had managed to make contact with the newly-discovered civilization – and that had been no easy feat, considering that their language was unlike any that current Federation databases could decipher. The best linguists back on Earth had been nearly given up hope of being able to understand the way these beings communicated – and then a young lieutenant on a starship in the middle of deep space read about their difficulties in a professional journal, and made it her new hobby to try to crack the code of the Tuhuma.

The linguists would have been utterly scandalized by the fact that this young officer managed, in six months of her spare time, to find a solution that had eluded all of them for three years – except, as it turned out, several of them had been responsible for her training, so they could find some way to salvage their wounded professional pride.

And after all, it wasn't often that one ran across a natural gift for languages like Nyota Uhura's. Her professors at the Institute for Advanced Linguistic Studies in Alexandria had often lamented her decision to go to Starfleet Academy instead of remaining with them – it had been a waste of her training and talent.

But now, it was Lieutenant Uhura's very presence on a Federation starship that made the Enterprise the most likely choice to be the first emissary to this fascinating race; the flagship of the 'Fleet was no stranger to such diplomatic missions, and their Communications officer would be eminently qualified to help them make the initial contact with the Tuhuma.


"Tell me again why you both are coming along? It seems reasonable for Jim to be there – he's the commanding officer, and that's usually who we send on these big-deal diplomatic missions. But you're always the first to jump his ass about Starfleet regulations and not sending the two of you on the same away mission – so, what's going on with that, Spock?"

"First of all, Nyota, I certainly do not, as you put it, 'jump Jim's ass,' as you are well aware. It is simply my responsibility to make sure that Jim is always cognizant of any and all regulations that may affect a given mission."

Spock had what Nyota liked to refer to as his "professor voice" going on – and she knew what he was trying to pull. They were still good friends, even though it had been over a year since she'd figured out that there was no scenario in which their romantic relationship was going to end well, and had called it off before too much collateral damage was done. And she knew Spock was doing his damnedest not to answer her question.

"Of course, Spock. I get it. Jim's ass is safe from you." She smirked to herself at that, suspecting as she did that if Spock were even remotely in touch with his own feelings, such would emphatically not be the case.

"But you didn't answer the first question – why both of you? For that matter, both of you, Scott and Chekov, in addition to me and Giotto? Isn't that leaving the ship without a decent chunk of its Command crew?"

"I do see your point, Nyota – but there are any number of amply qualified officers who will remain on board, and the captain has every confidence in Mr. Sulu's ability to, as he puts it, 'mind the store' in our absence as we orbit Siri Prime."

He drew a long breath, letting it out slowly. "Moreover, you must be aware that the opportunity to make First Contact with the Tuhuma is a very great privilege. It is my understanding that Jim chose the members of the landing party based not only on their specific skill sets, but as an unofficial reward of sorts for exceptional performance while on duty."

Nyota smiled. "That sounds like something Jim would do. But… if that's the case, then why not Hikaru?" She could hear the defensive tone rising in her own voice; it was silly, she knew, but Hikaru Sulu was one of her dearest friends, and she didn't like to think of him being slighted.

Spock nodded; he knew Nyota nearly as well as Nyota knew him, and her indignation on behalf of her friend was no more than he would have expected of her.

"Hikaru remains behind at his own request, Nyota. He realized that either he or Pavel would have to stay behind with the ship – and he did not wish for Pavel to be denied the opportunity to take part in the mission. Therefore, he spoke to the captain last week, expressing his desire to be excluded from consideration for the landing party. I believe this came as a relief to Jim, who was not looking forward to making a choice between the two of them."

"I can only imagine." For a moment, she returned her attention to preparing a few pieces of equipment for their trip down to the surface of Siri Prime later in the evening before another thought occurred to her. "What about McCoy? He's willing to let Jim go down there without him?"

"He would rather not," Spock replied, "but there are several patients in Sickbay right now who require special attention – and as Dr. M'Benga is recovering from an illness himself, Dr. McCoy feels that he needs to be aboard the Enterprise. He is, however, sending along any number of medications with me, as well as a tricorder that is pre-loaded with all of Jim's pertinent medical data."

"So you'll be babysitting the captain on this mission – I wish you better luck with that than McCoy usually has." Smiling wryly, she shook her head. "That man seems to be able to attract trouble – or at least allergens – like nobody I've ever met."

"I would hardly describe my responsibilities as 'babysitting,' Nyota – and I would advise you to refrain from using that term around the captain, as he finds it highly objectionable."

She broke into a laugh then. "People have actually said that in front of him?"

Nyota was surprised to note that Spock was very close to smiling. "Doctor McCoy said it to Jim only this afternoon. I believe his exact words were, 'I'm putting the hobgoblin in charge of babysitting your crazy ass down there, so you behave and do what he tells you, you hear?'"

Somehow, Spock managed to sound so much like McCoy just then that Nyota burst into a fit of giggling.

"I am sure you can imagine Jim's reaction," Spock continued with a resigned shake of his head, "and I am equally certain that you can imagine the difficulty I will have in getting him to exercise any kind of caution after such an injunction from the doctor."

"Well, with any luck, it won't be an issue. He won't be able to say anything offensive – even if he wanted to for some reason – because I'll be doing all the communicating. "

Nyota's perfect eyebrows drew closer together in a vaguely anxious expression; although she would never admit as much, Spock knew that Nyota was worried about the immense responsibility that would be hers on this mission.

In an uncharacteristically affectionate gesture, Spock laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "And you will do so admirably; I know this. After all, you are currently the Federation's foremost expert on the language of the Tuhuma – no one is better qualified to coordinate communications for the party making this first diplomatic visit."

Nyota smiled gratefully. "You're the best, Spock – you know that? I don't know what I'd do without you."

Recognizing Nyota's turn of phrase as a well-worn Terran cliché and not a statement of fact (since Spock had little doubt that she would know exactly what to do without him), he chose not to reply, but changed the subject instead.

"I will take my leave, Nyota; remember that we will be beaming down to the planet at nightfall, which will take place —"

"I know, Spock. It will take place at 19:37 ship's time. I'll be in the transporter room ready to go, don't worry."


To be continued...

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