completely irrelevant question of the day
Jul. 25th, 2010 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laurajvSo what IS with the backrub scene in "Shore Leave", anyway?
Also, someone give me commentfic prompts. FIVE someones.
Also, someone give me commentfic prompts. FIVE someones.
laurajv
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Date: 2010-07-26 03:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-26 11:51 am (UTC)The Federation envoy wished to know why the adult survivors did not go to one of the Vulcan colonies, with their millions. She wished to know why the colonies only took children older than seven and younger than twenty. She wished to know so many things, and T'Pau did not wish to answer.
Indeed, it had been easier not to answer any questions at all when she was T'Pau of Vulcan, with the weight of billions behind her. She had another meeting with the envoy today, and there would be little enough of pleasure in it. She drew her robes about her and walked through the streets; the air on this world was too moist, and carried scent upon. That male, there, his head bent, smelt of fever. "Young one," T'Pau said, "art thee bonded, or has thee been triggered?"
"Bonded, T'Sai T'Pau," he said. His eyes were glazed, but not yet wild. "I had not -- all was well not an hour ago."
"We are few," she replied, "and this changes our bodies. In this, young one, thee must yield." His face trembled, on the verge of contortion. Gently, she said "Go to thy bonded, child. No doubt she awaits you."
He looked grateful for the direction, and turned, almost stumbling in his hurry. T'Pau watched him go for a long moment, her meeting forgotten. She remembered the bright burn of her mate's body in the plak tow, the falling away of logic and the way her body had rocked upon the sands of Vulcan as she took him within her, the shock of the heat of it, of his mouth on her breast and her legs wrapping him closer. The way he had been silent, that time and all others, and she had begged incoherently in her own need, and the children that had come of each joining.
This world, rising from the scattered bones of Vulcan's people, would soon be overrun with children. The children of her handmaiden, and others like her; of that young man, and others like him. So it had been in the days past, when their kind were few in number, and so it would be now. T'Pau herself would bear no more children, but she would touch their minds, see them born, birth them with her own hands if need be.
This was the Vulcan way.
She straightened her shoulders, recalling her meeting. The envoy could choke on her impertinent questions; there were things known, but not spoken of, and that, too, was the Vulcan way.
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Date: 2010-07-26 04:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-07-26 11:56 am (UTC)What were they thinking, is what I am wondering. I guess we'll never really know. (Wasn't that one of Sturgeon's episodes? I think it was.)
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Date: 2010-07-26 11:59 am (UTC)http://allyourtrekarebelongto.us/within.html
man, bill shatner, you had a niiiiice body back in the day.
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Date: 2010-07-26 05:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-27 02:36 am (UTC)"Don't tell me I'm being illogical," she said. "This isn't about logic at all."
His fingers moved slightly towards her, as if he wished to touch her but was unsure of his welcome. Slowly, he crouched in front of her and looked up into her face. "Nyota," he said, again.
She met his eyes steadily. "I knew so many things, Spock, when you asked me to marry you. First, that you would want children. Second, that you loved me for myself, and enough to overcome that those children would be only one-quarter Vulcan, when there are so few--" She stopped, tried to draw a deep breath without it becoming a sob. "Third, that of course those children would have to be...engineered. I knew all these things. What I didn't know..." She was unsure how to continue, and let her voice trail into silence.
He ran a finger along the line of her thigh; it seemed more thoughtful than sexual. "You did not anticipate the difficulties of maintaining an emotional relationship with me over the timespan of a lifetime, and you are concerned about difficulties our children will face doing so."
She let out her breath. "Yes."
"You did not know how much you wished to create your children within your body--" (his hand has come to rest with his fingers under the hem of her skirt) --"in, as you say, the old-fashioned way."
"Yes." She thinks of how hard she has worked to learn to read his face, and how hard he has worked to learn her moods. How they have had to be a kind of support for the other, and a comfort for the other, for which nothing in their lives before Nero had prepared them.
He remains perfectly still. She knows he is watching her, that he is wondering if she will ask him, once more, to delay the appointment with the geneticist. Suddenly, and fiercely, she wants to pretend: to open to him, lock him between her thighs, and when he comes within her, to feel the thrill of maybe. But his hand does not move, and she cannot bring herself to move against it. Instead, she leans forward and presses her forehead to his.
"It will be all right," she says. "I'm not going to not do it. I just need to let go of some old dreams, first."
His breath is hot between them. "Nyota."
"It will be all right," she repeats. "New dreams will come."
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Date: 2010-07-27 03:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-08-01 07:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-02 01:09 am (UTC)He opened his eyes in time to see Komack roll his own. "Kirk is going to be the death of me, one of these days," he said.
"Respectfully, sir, at this moment, Captain Kirk is the proximate cause of your continued life."
"Don't I know it," Komack replied. He tapped a comm button on his desk. "Yeoman Singh, tell Jose to get his ass in here for the rest of this debriefing. He's had long enough to get six coffees by now."
"Commodore Mendez asked me to inform you, sir, that he's been pulled into a discussion with some of the Vulcan refugees, and --"
Komack swore and cut the comm. "With me, Commander," he said, pushing back from his desk. "Since you haven't resigned your commission, I am right here, right now, putting you on Vulcan-wrangling duty. And by God, you will use your connection with Ambassador Sarek to its fullest extent, or I'll court-martial your ass so fast your head will spin."
"The extra incentive is wholly unnecessary, I assure you, sir."
The empty Starfleet dorms had been put to use housing the refugees; no one wanted to think very hard about why those dorms were empty, and the Admiralty had merely said, blandly, that 'Fleet dorms were designed to adjust to a wide range of comfort requirements and could easily be set for Vulcan norms. The hot, dry blast of air inside was shocking, after the cool damp of San Francisco. Commodore Mendez and a wide-eyed Andorian in lieutenant's stripes were talking to three Vulcan men, one of whom appeared to be sedated; he kept slumping and nearly falling, his shoulders bumping against the other two. They made no effort to help him, and the Andorian lieutenant kept half-reaching out, then pulling her hands back.
"Commodore," said Komack. "Honored guests. Lieutenant Thiss. May Commander Spock and I be of assistance?"
"Admiral," said Mendez. "This gentleman--" he indicated the unsteady Vulcan "fell. Lieutenant Thiss came to his aid; she was taking him to Medical when these other gentlemen intervened."
"I am Suval," said one of the Vulcans. "Stonn is not in need of assistance."
Komack eyed Stonn, who had started to shiver. "He looks unwell," he said. "Perhaps, if it is simply that he does not wish to be touched by Lieutenant Thiss--"
"He is not in need of assistance," repeated Suval. "It is not a matter for outworlders."
Komack's lips tightened and he turned to Spock. "Commander?"
"Sir?"
"They're Vulcan. I'm making them your problem. Solve it in five minutes, or Mr. Stonn here goes to Medical with a security escort."
"As you wish, sir."
"Jose, with me. Lieutenant, good work. Five minutes, Commander." Komack turned on his heel and strode off, tailed by Mendez and Thiss. As the doors hissed shut behind the three 'Fleet officers, Spock turned to the three Vulcans.
"I trust," he said in Vulcan, "that I shall not need to deliver any beatings today?"
Suval raised his chin slightly and did not answer.
"So few survived," Spock mused. "I would not see the unworthiest of us injured unnecessarily." He sharpened his tone and indicated Stonn. "He burns?"
"She who was to be his wife died with Vulcan," said the third Vulcan. "I am Telek. She was my sister. Our families seek another, so that he might not be lost as well, but there are so few--"
"Do not speak of this to outworlders!" Suval said.
"He is Vulcan," said Telek, a faint crease between his brows.
"He is not," returned Suval.
"I am certainly Vulcan enough to recognize pon farr," Spock said, allowing sarcasm to touch his voice. "Vulcan enough to have a bondmate, with whom Stonn is certainly already acquainted, and whom I should be glad to release from me, if she is willing to have Stonn instead."
Stonn hissed between his teeth and straightened, with an effort. Telek edged a step back from him, nervously.
Spock pressed the wall comm and switched back to Standard. "Lieutenant Thiss. Locate Vulcan refugees T'Pring and T'Pau, and bring them here. Ask them in my name: Spock cha' Sarek cha' Skon."
"Sir!" her voice came back, crisp and professional.
Suval blinked rapidly a few times. "I--you are bonded to T'Pring?"
Spock raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
"Her family are Adepts! I cannot believe they would bond her to one of inferior mind--"
"Suval," Stonn rasped out, steadying himself with a hand on Suval's shoulder. "Be silent. This is--we are none of us children any longer." He focused his eyes on Spock. "My clan shall owe you a great debt, son of Sarek, son of Earth, should T'Pring accept me."
"Son of Amanda," Spock said, blandly. "I shall hold you to that, Stonn, son of Stevk."
Suval retreated into a silence nearly as satisfactory to Spock as the silence he had been forced to maintain during the week of regen he'd had to go through after Spock had broken four of his teeth when they were children.
The efficient Lieutenant Thiss (Spock made a note to recommend her for whatever duty she wished), clearly mindful of Komack's time limit, had somehow managed to roust both Vulcan women and deliver them to Spock in two minutes flat. She had the delicacy to depart again immediately, asking permission only with attentive antennae; Spock acknowledged them with an eyebrow.
T'Pring -- Spock had not seen her since they were both fourteen -- had grown into a woman of startling and rare beauty. She had been accounted quick of mind by Vulcan standards, and took in Stonn's situation with one flicker of her eyes. "He who will be my husband. Is there a matter in which I may assist?"
Spock indicated Stonn with a jerk of his chin. "He burns. If it is agreeable, I would release you to join with him."
Her dark eyes flashed, and she raised her chin. He could feel her anger, in the back of his mind, and dared, then, to touch the back of her hand. "I would release thee," he said, formally, "yet keep thee in my clan, with all the honor due thee; I would call thee sister, and not wife. For we are few, and I do not burn." She frowned, faintly, and studied Stonn; Spock studied her.
"It has been a comfort to me," she said, "that my bond with thee survived the death of our world. And yet, you have become a legend, and I do not wish to be the consort of a legend." She shaped her hand into the ta'al and touched her palm to his. "Perhaps, Spock, I could be the sister of a legend. Perhaps, I could be the daughter of Sarek. For we have all lost much." She glanced, over her shoulder, at T'Pau. "T'sai? May it be done, that Stonn not part from us in his burning? That he who would have been my husband become, instead, my brother?"
T'Pau closed her eyes for a long moment. "So it shall be," she said, at last. "And thee--" she pointed at Suval "--shall go, and hold thy tongue! Thee--" she pointed at Telek "--shall witness for he who would have been thy kinsman. Take him, and come. We shall remake the bonds."
Suval narrowed his eyes, but departed. The remaining Vulcans trailed down the hallway of the dorm, after T'Pau. Spock stopped briefly and pressed the wall comm again. "Admiral Komack. The situation has been resolved satisfactorily. Appropriate treatment--" (he saw T'Pring turn and raise her eyebrow at him) "--has been secured for the indisposed individual. I am required to assist, but I trust all may be completed without further disruption to anyone uninvolved."
"Four minutes, forty-seven seconds, Commander," Komack answered. "I'm going to put you on Vulcan-wrangling duty forever. Get the hell out of here."
"Yes, sir." He clicked the comm off, met T'Pring's eyes -- he thought she might be laughing at him, but could not be certain -- and raised his own eyebrow back at her. "She who will be my sister?" he asked, politely.
"It is pleasant," she said, "to see you in an environment so suited to your talents." She tilted her head in the direction T'Pau and the others had gone. "Come," she said. "There is work to be done, he who will be my brother."
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Date: 2010-08-02 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-02 03:12 am (UTC)I think I've got to edit the version I put up on AO3; reading this over now I see only the flaws. Except T'Pring. She's flawless, but I knew that. ;)
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Date: 2010-08-02 04:21 am (UTC)As the doors hissed shut behind the three 'Fleet officers, Spock turned to the three Vulcans.
"I trust," he said in Vulcan, "that I shall not need to deliver any beatings today?"
That was EXACTLY what I was thinking of!
And I am delighted to see T'Pring united with Stonn without becoming the enemy of Spock.
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Date: 2010-08-02 03:48 pm (UTC)I've always been not-so-secretly fond of her (for a long list of reasons that starts with "are you serious, Vulcans, not allowing divorce without a freakin' BATTLE TO THE DEATH? that is not what I call logical, what the hell"), so I was happy to get her into this one.