We beamed over to the flagship where all the senior officers had been summoned. I was pleased to see Captain Simons again. He was now over fifty and a little grey but his grin was still boyish. "Well done, Jim." He congratulated me with a handshake and a slap on the back. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, sir," I replied. My stint on his ship seemed like a lifetime ago.

He introduced me to Captain Devereux of the Caledonia, a younger man who had recently been given his command. It was strange talking with human officers again for I was so used to Vulcans and their ways. "Your reputation precedes you, Commander Kirk." He leaned closer and whispered, "How on earth do you live amongst those cold unfeeling bastards?"

His words must have reached Vulcan ears but were studiously ignored. I was furious as I replied, "Those who go out on a limb and risk their lives to protect an enemy from a superior force can't be described as unfeeling or cold, Captain. If you'll excuse me." I turned on my heel and went to sit at T'Zen's left. Spock was at her right and our eyes met. He had, without any doubt, heard Devereux. Damn.

The meeting was long and after relaying my part in the Llangia situation I had to answer questions, it seemed, from everyone. I was exhausted. In fact I couldn't remember exactly when I'd last had a decent sleep. Some time ago in Alba, I think.

Finally it was over and after a few minutes discussion with my former captain, where he apologised for Devereux; I beamed back, with Spock and T'Zen, to the T'Varon. It was good to be home again. As the transporter lock released me I swayed. A firm grip on my elbow steered me off the dais. I was bundled along the corridors to the lift and I didn't even protest when escorted to my quarters and pushed down onto a chair.

"You will sleep, Jim," Spock said. "You are off-duty for two full shifts. Captain's orders."

"And you?" I asked. I hadn't even heard T'Zen issuing any such order.

"I am also off-duty."

"Good. So what now? Do we go back to our last mission?"

"We are returning to Vanyar to render them assistance."

"My uniform!" I suddenly remembered. "I left it on Llangia, under a tree."

"I will inform the captain. If she deems it necessary we will return for it."

I was determined not to succumb just yet. "What of you, Spock. You can't shield from me forever. I know something has happened to you. Let me help."

"Sleep, Jim," he murmured, placing his fingers on my forehead.

"Oh no, you don't. I'm not going to let you plant any suggestions like that," I protested.

Next thing I knew I opened my eyes to find myself tucked up in bed. I glared at the chronometer. I'd been asleep for eight hours! The sneaky son of a bitch! A wave of guilt passed through me. I shouldn't say that about Spock. Dammit but he could have left me to find my own way to bed. On the other hand I'd probably have fallen asleep in the chair and be moaning about the aches and pains I had as a result. I stretched out and sighed, knowing that Spock had only been doing what he had perceived to be right. Vulcans cold and unfeeling! Devereux is a fool. With captains like him in the fleet, we'll never make much progress.

I lay there a while longer just revelling in the pure luxury of not being required to go on duty. After a shower and a cup of coffee, I dressed in T-shirt and shorts, two of the few non-regulation clothes I had brought with me and had only worn before on our recent shore leave. Well, I was off-duty for more than a day yet and I wanted to be comfortable. As I was wondering whether it was proper to go to the rec. room in such a casual outfit, the door signal buzzed.

I had assumed it to be Spock but to my surprise, Dr T'Renna walked in. She seemed startled to find me out of uniform but masked it. "I apologise if I am disturbing you, Mr. Kirk."

"Um, no. Please be seated." The woman was intimidating but I refused to succumb to it and waited for her to speak.

"I must offer my congratulations. Your recent successes on finding Spock and helping avert the disaster on Llangia and the Irzae homeworld are commendable. I am here, however, to ask for your assistance in a private matter."

I sat opposite her and leaned forward. "It's Spock. I know something happened to him on Llangia but he's keeping it to himself."

"Correct. When I examined him on your return I discovered that although he was almost fully recovered from the head trauma there was something else." Her austere features softened. "It is so rare that most healers have never encountered it. I did. Once. That is why I recognised it."

My fear intensified with each word. "What is it, Doctor? Tell me."

She glanced down as if to compose herself before continuing. "Under normal circumstances I would not, without my patient's permission, relate this to another but you are his t'hy'la. It is your right to know. If you were not available T'Zen or I would have volunteered to help him. Your touch will be less distressing for him."

"Dammit, stop beating around the bush. Explain."

She flinched at my tone, my emotion, and answered, "His mind has been forced. The pain of such a violation is impossible to imagine. His barriers have been weakened. If left unattended, they will dissolve leaving him open to every unshielded thought around him. Intolerable for a Vulcan, Mr. Kirk, but especially for a telepath of Spock's ability."

Horrified I called the Preservers every vicious name I had ever heard. It was a measure of T'Renna's concern that she bore my emotional outpouring so stoically. "So that's what they did to him. No wonder he's been so distant. What can I do, Doctor? Tell me."

"You must persuade him to enter into a meld with you. Only then will you be able to stimulate the healing process."

"But how? Where do I begin?"

"Calm yourself. I have discussed the matter with Spock. He is aware of what must be done yet is loathe to permit you to face such an ordeal. He bade me to leave you ignorant of the situation. This I cannot do. You must override his objections. Demand your rights." Her voice softened. "Your powers of persuasion are formidable. Use them."

I took a deep breath. "Very well. You can count on it."

She stood up. "I have every confidence in you, Mr. Kirk. Spock is a valuable member of this crew. He is a kinsman of mine. I would not have him left scarred by his ordeal."

Is Spock related to everyone on this damn ship? Okay, bondbrother of mine. You're going to let me help. I'll fight you all the way if I have to. "Thank you, Dr T'Renna," I said aloud. "I'll let you know the outcome."

She nodded. "Very well. It will be excellent practice for your duties at Spock's first pon farr."

"His what?"

Her eartips flushed olive. The unflappable Dr T'Renna was embarrassed. Over what I couldn't be sure, but she must have put her foot in it. "If you will excuse me," she said and beat a hasty retreat.

I put the 'pon farr', whatever it was, aside for the time being and prepared myself for the problems ahead. My stubborn bondbrother was going to let me help him.

* * *

The door slid open at my approach; an encouraging sign. I entered Spock's cabin. He was sitting facing away from his desk, his head down, and didn't acknowledge my presence. This was going to be difficult. His long black hair gleamed under the harsh lighting and I wondered if he was ever going to have it cut. Granted there had been little time for such matters but now during his off-duty hours he could have taken the opportunity to get it done. Maybe it was a bad sign, one that meant that he was suffering too much to even contemplate a basic requirement like a haircut.

"Let me help, Spock," I said. "It's my right and you know it." He didn't reply but just hung his head lower as if ashamed. "Please. We've not melded properly for so long. I miss that."

"My thoughts are chaotic," he finally replied. "They would distress you."

I knelt down and took his face between my hands, forcing him to look at me. "I can cope with that. I only want to ease your pain. You mustn't distance yourself from me. I won't permit it. I can help you over this. Dr T'Renna explained that."

With a sudden jerk he stood up and pushed me aside. I lost my balance, and fell, my elbow taking the brunt of my weight. I gasped with the pain but sat up to watch him pace the room. Spock never showed his tension like this. It was not an encouraging sign.

"She had no right," he complained.

"She had every right, and you know it. I'm responsible for you, Spock. It's necessary to do something about the damage left by that assault so I'm here, ready, willing and able."

"I cannot subject you to this agony," he snapped.

If he admitted to 'agony' then he was really in trouble. "Spock, you've taken on my pain. Can I do less? Why is it so difficult for you to trust me?"

"I do trust you, Jim." He stopped in the middle of the room and looked down at the floor. "You must believe that."

"Then meld with me. Allow me to share your pain, conquer it and leave you free of it."

His shoulders began to shake a little and my throat choked up. Was he weeping? I jumped to my feet, gripped his arms and drew him into a bear hug. "What've they done to you, Spock? Damn them." He was crying. Spock who never permitted himself the luxury of tears was now unable to stop them. I murmured soothing words to him as I absorbed the rawness of his emotions. I tried to hold back my own as it wouldn't help him any but without warning he yanked away from my hold and, with a rage, which I have never before witnessed, he pounded his computer monitor to pulp.

I didn't dare stop him. Maybe it was best that he released his fury this way. I waited, hardly breathing, as he froze and stared at what he had done. He recoiled and twisted away to press up against the wall; his fists clenching until the knuckles showed white.

"I am losing control. I must not lose control," he whispered.

"Under the circumstances it's no shame to show your anger, Spock." Cautiously I reached out to touch his back. "Come on. Sit down. Talk to me." He relaxed a fraction. Encouraged I gripped his arms and he allowed me to turn him around but he still would not meet my eyes. "Spock, if you deny me this chance to help you, how can I believe that the bond we share is a true one?" That was below the belt but it gained his attention.

"Jim. The bond is a true one. Forgive me. I wished to spare you," he whispered.

"When will you get it through that thick skull of yours that I'm not fragile. You forget I have my own kind of strength."

"I know." At last he looked at me. "It is difficult for me not to wish to protect you at all times. I am aware of your vulnerability as a human amongst those whose strength far exceeds your own."

"Including you, no doubt. Well you haven't reckoned with my determination and resilience. Muscle isn't everything, you know. Now are you going to let me help you?" I asked.

I saw him surrender to the inevitable and with no further protest he followed me to the couch and sat down beside me. "I bow to your will, my t'hy'la," he said with a touch of amusement in his voice and resignation in his manner.

Excellent. He's finding some humour in the situation. We have a good chance of this working.

He placed his fingers on my face. "I regret that you shall experience the trauma of the incident. I do not know how the damage may be undone but if T'Renna believes that it is possible for you to accomplish it then you must be permitted the attempt."

"I'll do my best. Okay, you can start."

I braced myself as our minds began to meld but soon realising the stupidity of that I made myself relaxed and receptive. Previous melds had been euphoric but this one was dark and depressing. As I sped to the section where the memory lay hidden I found myself with an actual body. It was the mind playing tricks but having physical form made it easier for me to visualise what I had to do. The area approaching my destination was paved with sharp stones that cut into my feet. Ignoring the discomfort I ran on until I slapped up hard against an invisible wall. I fell back but struggled to my feet and pressed my hands against the surface, feeling for an entry point.

Spock, where are you? I asked.

I didn't see him arrive. He just was there beside me. Jim. This is the barrier I have tried to maintain ever since the assault. The wound beyond is raw and if this protection dissolves, I will not be able to stop the pain from consuming me nor will I be able to maintain my other shields.

You must let me through. Trust me. It was then I noticed that he wore a black tunic and trousers and that his hair was short. Here in his mind was Spock as he saw himself.

He hesitated for only a few moments before reaching out in the direction of the wall. I watched closely as it became visible, a pearly opaque surface that stretched as far as I could see. I followed as he walked along the perimeter until we reached a small gap. Beyond it I could discern jagged streaks of lightning, and was able to sense something of what he was enduring.

Without hesitation I eased into the memory and was immediately caught up in its full intensity. I think I screamed as the Preserver mind-probe seared through us, torturing us, shredding us up. There was no mercy in those who attacked us. No compassion. Only words formed out of the depths of our soul stopped them and we were left violated, shaken, with no time or ability to heal.

The agony started all over again and I knew it would be impossible to bear it another time. That prompted me to remember why I was here and not knowing how I did it I poured balm on the open wound of the memory. At first nothing happened but gradually the pain diminished until it became a dull and more tolerable ache.

It was then I felt Spock's main barriers cracking. I flew to the spot, instinctively knowing the way, and tried to find some method of stopping the collapse. Then I stopped thinking about it and just acted, finding the answer as I had before. Here Spock could help and he stood beside me as we shored up the shield and wove an intricate web of wavering psi power around and through it until a sturdy wall was in place. I leaned against it and sighed.

Jim, you have achieved something that normally would have required a powerful telepath. Truly the bond of t'hy'la is remarkable, Spock said.

You didn't think I had it in me, did you? I teased.

Jim, I assure you that although I have underestimated you, at times, I have never doubted your courage, perseverance and determination to succeed.

Well. Okay. Now let's go back and ease that pain of yours some more.

Spock agreed and together, this time, we were able to work on the wound until it sealed up and faded away. Spock's relief was profound and as we floated together in the meld, his gratitude and affection for me was only too clear. I absorbed it in and the familiar euphoria of the meld took over.
After a time I remembered something T'Renna had mentioned. Spock, what is pon farr?

Shields clanged shut. Coldness. Rejection. Solitude. I found myself sitting on the couch by myself as Spock disappeared into the bathroom. I swore at my stupidity. Still don't know when to leave well alone, Kirk. I jumped to my feet, my thoughts in a turmoil. What the hell is the problem? What is it that he can't tell me? Yet T'Renna assumed I knew. Pon farr - the words don't translate at all. Damn!

It was fully five minutes before the door opened and a rather shame-faced Spock stepped through. He halted in front of me. "Forgive my illogical behaviour, Jim. Pon farr is a subject we are taught not to discuss."

I made the connection. "It's to do with T'Sal and Storon. Look it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Except that T'Renna... "

"Indeed," he interrupted. "I saw the exchange in your mind. Very well. You must be made cognisant of the facts." His face and eartips greened but he continued, "Pon Farr is the Vulcan mating drive. At the age of seven, one child is telepathically linked to another. On reaching sexual maturity the male is drawn to his bondmate. Once the ceremony is complete the couple go into seclusion. Thereafter it occurs approximately every seven years."

I released a deep breath. I was, at last, learning about Vulcan sexuality. T'Sal and Storon hadn't been ill! Wow! I cleared my throat. "But what did T'Renna mean about my part in your pon farr?"

"If during his first pon farr the male is not able to reach his bride at once, he needs assistance to control. It is not easy and requires a strong telepath or someone close to him to... " He swallowed.

"To damp down the response as I just did with the pain." I finished for him.

"Affirmative. As my t'hy'la, it is your duty to render this service."

"I see. So you've not reached that stage yet. And when can I expect this duty?" I asked.

"Unknown. The average age of maturity is forty Vulcan years. I am yet young. As a hybrid it is possible that I will be spared it. Or that the drive will be of an erratic nature."

Then it all came flooding back. I had met Spock's betrothed, T'Pring. She had been a security officer on the ship that had helped us back to starbase after the Rynami attack. I had overheard her rejecting Spock for another - Captain Stonn - and Spock advising her to apply for an annulment.

He knew what I was thinking. "The bond between T'Pring and myself has dissolved now due, I believe, to her rejection and to the psionic trauma of the Preserver assault. That being the case she will be able to obtain her freedom."

"You're missing nothing there, Spock. She didn't deserve you. But what of the pon farr, if you're not bonded."

"Another suitable candidate must be found. I will inform the captain."

"You can't choose for yourself? Fall in love?" I asked.

"As an adult I am free to choose. However I do have a duty to my clan to produce an heir. If that is possible." He turned away. "My bondmate must be from an acceptable Vulcan family."

"What kind of freedom of choice is that, Spock? Your father married a human. Why can't you?" I felt so sorry for him tied within the constraints of Vulcan tradition.

"Indeed. I have often pondered on that very subject." He faced me again. "Jim, I have not thanked you for healing the wound in my mind. Instead I have behaved in a reprehensible fashion."

"Nonsense," I replied. "I'm just glad to have been of help. Are you sure you're all right? Let's meld again so as to be sure."

He almost smiled at that request. "Very well."

"By the way," I asked just before we began, "when are you going to get a haircut?"

He didn't deign to answer.

* * *

Back on duty after my rest period, I was left in command while Captain T'Zen and the bulk of her crew helped on the planet Vanyar. The Irzae attack had caused extensive damage to the main city and repair teams were kept busy. We were to stay in orbit for another two days until specialist relief ships arrived from Vulcan. Spock's expertise was needed on the planet's computer defense network so I didn't hear from nor see him until the newcomers had taken over. I wasn't concerned for I could sense his well-being through the link. I did miss his company though and it seemed like years since we'd played chess or worked out in the gymnasium. I curbed my impatience and immersed myself with the running of the ship. Command duties had to have priority.

After the ship's full complement had returned we set out for Llangia. T'Zen had given permission for Spock and I to beam down. She wanted a final ground check on the obelisk's status for past experience had shown how ineffective the ship's instruments were.

There were no unusual readings from the surface nor life signs nearby, but that meant little and we remained cautious as we beamed down. The sky was overcast and there was a touch of rain in the air. The obelisk stood, impressive in its silence, as it had done for a millennium. As Spock worked at his tricorder, I took the opportunity to retrieve my uniform from its dark hideaway and stashed it into my carryall. "Find anything?" I asked.

"Negative," he replied. "The tricorder is functioning normally. There are no power readings from the building but as before it is impervious to scans."

A sudden scrape took us by surprise. "What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing registers on my tricorder," Spock replied.

"Maybe it was an animal," I suggested.

"The only signs of life are insects and birds."

The noise was louder this time and made me want to grit my teeth. With a shiver I recalled that I had heard this sound during our last visit. "The obelisk is opening." I warned. I flipped up my communicator, "Kirk to T'Varon. Stand by to beam us up." There was no response from the ship. "We're being jammed, Spock. We need to move further away."

"Agreed," he said.

As we hurried towards the edge of the clearing, the slab stopped its upward rise and a small orb flew out. Oh no! They're still here.

"Stop," said the voice I least wanted to hear.

Spock and I stood still. Alya was there in all her magnificent vulcanoid beauty, the aura of her life-force shimmering around her. "Why are you here?" Spock asked.

"I could ask the same of you," she replied.

"We are about to leave. We believed all of you had returned home."

She smiled and there was something malevolent about it. "There were some adjustments to make. I will follow the others shortly. What of you, my handsome youngsters? Ah, to be corporeal again. It is too bad that I cannot maintain this form for long."

"Are you blocking our communications signals, Alya?" Spock asked.

"Yes." She walked over to us and reached a hand out to him but he stepped back to avoid her touch. She laughed and said, "It is too bad your mating bond is broken. What will you do now, little Vulcan? Perhaps I will join you to me."

"No. That is not possible," Spock replied. "I will die first."

"Yes you will for you would not be able to reach me. How amusing."

I almost choked on hearing that little bombshell. "Just get the hell out of here, Alya," I shouted. "What kind of perverse pleasure do you get out of this anyway?"

Her laughter left me cold. "Being virtually immortal can be boring, Mr. Kirk. One needs some diversions." The glow surrounding her reached out to ensnare Spock. "Come, little Vulcan. I shall touch your bonding centre. Then you will be mine. It will be amusing to see how you cope when your time comes. Perhaps I will take pity on you."

All the blood drained from his face. I was chilled to the bone. Either way this might be a death sentence for Spock. I could sense he was fighting her but she was far stronger. He was weakening at an alarming rate. I threw myself against the shimmer. Her defenses must have been down or concentrated elsewhere for I was able to pass through to grab Spock by the arm. Alya shrieked as I pushed her body away. She dissolved and reformed into her non-corporeal state and exerted considerable force to hold us in its influence.

Spock was shaking. He slumped to the ground. I knelt by his side and slipped my arm around his shoulder. Hold on, I tried to tell him. Take strength from me.
He managed to lift his pain-filled eyes to mine. I saw his anger and something else too. He was trying to tell me. He was reaching out and I couldn't hear him. He made an attempt to lift his hand and I realised what he was asking. I had to meld with him to access our own bond in the hope that together we could keep Alya from chaining him to her.

The power of her mind was beating at me now and before I could succumb I pressed Spock's hand against my face. His fingers found the contact points and I fell into his mind towards the shining link which connected us. It had been born of friendship, love and compatibility; its power of the deepest kind. Nothing was going to destroy it. Somehow we merged further, twisting ourselves around the link, protecting it from her and that's when I saw the bonding centre she coveted. One day it would be filled by his new bondmate's touch but until then it must remain empty. We moved to defend it for Spock's very life was at stake.

Alya slammed at our link like a wild animal. Furious at being unable to affect it she redoubled her efforts until the vibrations threatened to split my skull open. I was going to have one hell of a headache after this. I don't know how long the bombardment continued but an eternity seemed to pass as we huddled together. After a time the pressure lessened a fraction. Was she tiring? I hoped so. Under such a pounding, Spock and I could not form mind-speech, but we did understand what the other was thinking and feeling. He was exhausted but undefeated, defiant still and ready to remain like this for as long as it took. I tried to assure him of my reciprocal feelings and I'm certain he absorbed them.

A number popped into my head. Ten point two five minutes. Had Spock been able to pass that information on to me? Had we been defending ourselves against Alya for that length of time? Realistically how much longer could we hold out?

A shrill cry reverberated through our joined minds. Then suddenly the attack was over. Unbelieving, we waited for it to resume but when nothing further happened we extended our joint perception. Alya had withdrawn; her emanations now weak and erratic. I managed to open my eyes and beside me Spock did the same. Both of us had fallen to the ground and were no longer in physical contact, although our minds were still connected.

The sphere was a dull grey now. It hung in mid-air pulsating slowly. As we watched, it changed into a semblance of Alya's vulcanoid body but stooped, old and a shadow of its former beauty. "Your bond is too strong even for such as I. Azran will be interested in this. One day we will return for you."

"We are no threat to you," Spock rasped. "Leave us be. Return to your home."

She sneered, then staggered back to the obelisk, the slab closing behind her. "C'mon, Spock. Let's go back to the ship." My own voice was shaking. I found the communicator and, praying it would work now, I pressed the emergency recall button. Seconds later the transporter effect took us and we were deposited on the dais too weak to stand and too exhausted to speak.

The captain entered the room at a run; with medics close behind. T'Zen knelt beside us, her powerful telepathy picking up our distress. "Spock," she said, holding out her hand.

We made a joint decision to permit her to meld with us. She touched Spock's forehead and received all the details in accelerated mode. Her eyes widened with amazement as she assimilated them. Leaving us to the medical team, she stood up and strode over to the console. "Leave orbit at once for Vanyar."

Once again we were taken to sickbay where T'Renna hovered about both our beds. Exhaustion caught up with me, I closed my eyes and crashed headlong into a deep sleep. When I awoke it was to find the meld had ended. Sometime during the past hours, Spock had withdrawn and I hadn't even been aware of it.
T'Renna was standing over me, her attention on the panel above the bed. "Your impetuous action saved Spock's life," she said.

"I guess so," I murmured with a loud yawn.

"The bond of t'hy'la is more powerful than we realised."

I turned onto my side where I could see Spock, out for the count, on his bed. I wasn't concerned for I knew he was merely asleep. Then I remembered Alya. "What's happening? The Preservers.. "

"Unknown. We are now orbiting Vanyar. We will remain here until the council makes its decision on Llangia. You are confined to sickbay for a time."

I was still too tired to argue and promptly fell asleep again.

* * *

I got a cup of coffee from the food selector. As I sipped it, my thoughts returned to our current status. It was two days after the encounter with Alya. Still orbiting Vanyar we, and the other ships in the star system, were monitoring Llangia. There had been no sign of Alya leaving the planet or any other activity. Concern over the possibility of her causing havoc on Llangia had prompted the Federation and Vulcan Councils to send a team of experienced negotiators to talk with her.

"Preservers approaching. Commander Kirk to the bridge," T'Zen's voice rang from my terminal.

I sprang to my feet and was on my way at once. I reached my destination in record time.

Spock indicated that I should pull up a chair beside him. "Alya probably called them here," I said. "Do you think they'll come after us?"

"Unknown. I suggest we meld, Jim. It is our only protection."

I nodded and after only a brief touch to my forehead, the connection was made. The duality of being melded and occupied with other procedures at the same time was still strange but I found no difficulty in coping.

"They are entering the system," Spock said.

We braced ourselves and seconds later the bridge was drenched in light. I covered my face with my hands to shut it out and only looked up when it became bearable.

"So, you have forced us to return," Azran said.

I turned around to where he and Meha were standing in the well of the bridge. T'Zen stood up and straightened to military stance. "It was not of our doing," she said. "The one named Alya committed a grave crime against two of my officers. Now she remains in the obelisk."

Azran swivelled round to stare at us. "So, bondbrothers, it is you who have injured her." His expression was cold and his manner aggressive.

"She wanted to bond Spock to her," I challenged. "Knowing he would die in agony when he couldn't reach her. You 'superior' beings have no qualms about committing rape, do you?" He stepped back at my vehemence. "To a telepath, violation of the mind is rape isn't it? Well, you may have managed it once, but I was not going to allow Alya to repeat the offence. Why don't you take your friend and get the hell out of here."

T'Zen allowed me my say, before speaking herself. "Azran, our ambassadors will be here in one point three hours. They would be honoured to speak with you."

"You try to appease us while permitting the young one to attack. Why?"

She raised an eyebrow. "He and Spock have suffered at your hands. He defends his bondbrother. He does only what is natural to him. There is honour and compassion in him. Can the same be said about your people?"

The tension on the bridge was heavy. I was filled with admiration for her guts in challenging him. Beside me Spock watched them like a hawk, ready to physically defend T'Zen if necessary. I squared my shoulders and prepared to back him, as did everyone else on the bridge.

Meha placed her hand on Azran's arm. "We must see to Alya. Let us return when the ambassadors arrive." He nodded and next moment the two of them were gone.

"Phew!" I exclaimed and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Spock raised an eyebrow at me. "That word is unknown to me."

I chuckled. "I'm not surprised."

* * *

I waited outside the hangar deck with Spock as a sleek long-range shuttle docked with the T'Varon. I wondered why the captain was not here until I learned who the chief negotiator was. It was to honour Sarek that his son was being given the duty of greeting him on behalf of the crew. I don't know why I was ordered here, perhaps as Spock's bondbrother, or as second officer, or something totally unrelated to either. Vulcan protocol is very complicated and I had found it difficult to learn the many regulations.

As the hangar bay doors opened, I stood to attention and waited as a small group walked towards us. There was slight tension from Spock and I knew the reason. I had met Sarek once before. He was a very formidable person. Spock revered but also feared him. Can't say I blame him.

The legendary ambassador stopped in front of his son, and raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. Spock reciprocated and their fingertips touched. I was pleased to see this gesture between them. Spock relaxed a little and said, "Live long and prosper, sir."

"Peace and long life, my son. Is all well with you now?"

Spock bowed his head. "Affirmative."

Sarek returned the bow then his eyes fell on me. I swallowed hard and gave him my well-practised salute. He returned it as Spock said, "You have met Commander Kirk."

"We come to serve, sir," I said, trying not to flinch under his gaze.

"My thanks for your recent actions on my son's behalf, Mr. Kirk."

I flushed under his scrutiny and bowed to him. It was one way of hiding my reddened skin. Sarek introduced his aides then walked side by side with his son towards the captain's office while the others brought up the rear. Once at our destination Sarek was briefed on recent events. His eyes often flicked to me. There was disbelief there, I think, but he didn't voice it. Spock strove to remain calm but his father's presence unnerved him and the link between us reverberated with his feelings. I partially succeeded in sending calm along it.

"We shall await the Preservers' arrival," Sarek said. "They will know we are here. Once contact has been established, the T'Varon may leave."

"Very well, Ambassador," T'Zen replied. "We are at your disposal until then."

"My son will escort me to my cabin," Sarek said.

T'Zen nodded her permission. There was little else she could do for it had been an order not a request. Then I remembered that she was his sister, probably his junior in age. "That is acceptable, Sarek, however he is on bridge duty in two hours," she said.

He raised an eyebrow before standing up. Little sister was trying to put him in his place was she? I'm not sure if she succeeded.

* * *

As I sat in the rec room, something raised the hairs on my neck. I looked up startled. No! I protested, as I saw Alya in front of me.

I jumped to my feet and stepped back, knocking my chair over in the process. Someone called intruder alert and very shortly, a security team rushed in. Alya seemed back to her normal self. No doubt her friends had helped restore her. She did nothing but stare at me and there was little else I could do but return it.
Moments later, Spock arrived along with Sarek. I glanced at them then relaxed as Spock moved to my side. You took your time, I commented.

He glanced at me, obviously having received the thought, but he didn't reply. Sarek approached Alya, and Azran and Meha materialised beside her. The ambassador, the picture of Vulcan grace and dignity, bowed in greeting. In response even these 'superior' beings returned the gesture. Spock motioned for me to back off and together we stepped away from the central characters. Sarek and his team could deal with the Preservers.

"It is clear that to leave you alone is unsafe," Spock murmured, a touch of humour in his voice.

I gave a start and looked up at him. "Trouble seems to find me, doesn't it?"

Spock's expression had become serious. "Alya is a most predatory entity. It is alarming to find unsavoury traits in those who should have, in all logic, outgrown them."

"You have to remember that not all beings are logical, Spock. It may mean the difference between life and death. It's obvious that Vulcans have to interact more with other Federation races. We all need to learn from each other."

"You are correct," he replied.

His words gave me hope for a future I didn't dare think about just yet; the time when I would have to leave the T'Varon. I smiled then turned my attention to where Azran and Sarek were now speaking amicably. Alya stood aloof, a threatening look in her eyes, as she watched us. I straightened my back and moved a fraction closer to Spock. She was not going to get another chance to attack him.

After a while, it was agreed that Sarek and his team of diplomats would enter into immediate negotiations with the three Preservers. To my relief neither Spock nor myself were to be present. We were ordered to the bridge while the captain sat in on the discussion and I only hoped that after this, any further meetings would take place when we were far away.

I sat at the helm, my thoughts straying to the possible outcome of the talks. How could anyone trust the Preservers? As demonstrated only too well by Alya, their power was open to abuse. Would they meekly go back to their own galaxy and stay there? Somehow I doubted it. I leaned over and a sudden wave of dizziness caught me by surprise. I clutched at the console. A blazing radiance seared through my brain and I was falling. Spock, I called out instinctively.

Alya's presence registered for a moment then was gone.

Jim, Spock's mind-voice cried.

My throat constricted. I couldn't answer. I was dropping into a dark pit and suddenly was unable to hear, see or sense anything. I was alone and vulnerable, separated from all I knew or cared about. I tried to control my panic but it wasn't easy. Concentrate. Reach out for the link, I told myself but I only got so far. There was an obstruction in the way, sticky, thick and black as pitch.

"The god has sent us a sign," a familiar voice intruded in my waking nightmare.

Acrid smoke stung my eyes and it was with difficulty that I opened them. What I saw made my heart sink for towering above my prone and winded form was the Pict warleader, Wurguist. His eyes burned with hatred as he ordered me tied up and although I resisted, sheer numbers overwhelmed me.

This was Alya's doing, that much was certain, but what of Azran and Meha? Had they been accomplices in my abduction or were they innocent? I didn't know but right now I had other things to worry about like staying alive. Ship's sensors would not be able to distinguish me from the Picts and only the Preservers, or the link with Spock offered any hope of rescue. I had no sense of bond-breaking so at least that was safe however I fought down the fear that the barrier I had touched was insurmountable. Spock will find a way, I reassured myself.

Wurguist's hard fingers twisted in my hair and he yanked my head up. "Well, Roman. Taranus has sent you back to us for sacrifice."

"No." I gritted my teeth against the pain. "I'm here by mistake. Lord Vanyar is on his way. It would not do to anger him."

Wurguist threw his head back and laughed. "You lie. Lord Vanyar has thrown you from the temple. You will be sacrificed tomorrow." He released me.

A chill ran up and down my spine. I looked up at the night sky and tried to calculate the time left until dawn. It was difficult to judge with accuracy but I guessed there was an hour or so to go. I glanced at my surroundings, not surprised to see we were in the compound of one of the Roman outposts. Which one was impossible to tell.

"The druid is dead. Who will perform the ritual?" one of the warriors asked.

"Have you forgotten that Cetalia has brought the girl, Bruide, with her? She was Gorvus' acolyte." Wurguist smiled showing yellowed teeth. "You, Roman, will be her first sacrificial victim. It is an art and one she has not yet mastered. Your death will not be quick nor easy. I look forward to your suffering." He motioned one of the women over. "Ask the Queen and the girl to join us."

Spock had told me about Cetalia and Bruide. The girl was timid and young. How was she going to deal with this? She arrived a few minutes later. She was little more than a child and shaking with fear. How could a young girl be expected to perform such a barbaric rite? She walked towards me in the wake of a regal woman who had to be Cetalia. Perhaps the queen would see reason.

I shifted onto my knees. "My lady, I beg for your intervention. I am not a Roman. I am a friend of Lord Vanyar. I mean you no harm."

She stopped and stared at me and perhaps there was a touch of sympathy on her beautiful face. I gave her my most appealing expression. I'd been told it was irresistible to women and just hoped that was true for my very life depended on it.

"How did you get here?" she asked.

"I don't know. Something evil took me from my master, Lord Vanyar. He will be searching for me. He won't look kindly on your people if I am sacrificed."

"Don't listen to him," Wurguist said. "He tries to deceive you as he did Lord Vanyar."

Cetalia hesitated before replying, "I will not be deceived. Bruide will perform the ritual." So much for my irresistibility!

The girl clutched at Cetalia's sleeve. "Please, my lady, I cannot do this. I am afraid."

"You must do it," the queen replied. "If not, you will be cast out."

Bruide burst into tears. Poor child, I thought.

"Keep watch on him," Wurguist told his men. "We will return at daybreak." At that he and Cetalia left with the weeping girl in tow. If they couldn't force her to kill me then I was quite sure that someone else would be nominated.

A young, burly warrior glared down at me. "Well, Roman. Enjoy your last hours." He laughed as he picked up a wineskin and held it to his lips.

I sighed and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible. Not easy while trussed up like a turkey. I closed my eyes and again tried the link. It was there but I kept hitting that dark barrier. My thoughts turned to what was happening on the ship. I chewed my lips with frustration and worry but persisted in my attempts to contact Spock. I couldn't give up hope.

* * *

Spock froze for a split second before taking action. "Spock to T'Zen. Kirk has vanished."

T'Zen's voice had a slight shake in it. "Explain, Mr. Spock."

"He was at the helm then he simply disappeared. There was no warning."

"Come to the briefing room at once."

Spock jumped from the command chair, giving curt orders to the bridge crew as he dived for the lift. He took advantage of the few minutes it took to reach his destination to clear his mind of fear. Control was necessary if he was to find Jim. He entered the briefing room to see Azran and Meha staring into space and Sarek lying unconscious on the ground. The other diplomats stood around the ambassador whilst a grim T'Zen knelt by his side.

"Father," Spock crouched beside him. He tried to keep the double shock at bay. The older Vulcan still breathed but his face was ashen and his heartbeat was too fast. Spock touched the contact points on his father's face. "He is in shock."

"He angered Alya. She attacked him then disappeared," T'Zen said.

Azran turned round. "I believe she is on Llangia. We have tried to reach her but it is difficult. She is devious and has successfully hidden herself and Kirk from us. Commander Spock, we ask your forgiveness. We will do our utmost to find them."

A medical team rushed in. "We will attend Sarek," Healer T'Renna said.

Spock nodded and, leaving Sarek in her care, stood up and faced the Preservers. "Alya would kill Kirk. She was furious when she could not mate-bond me to her. She blames Kirk."

T'Zen joined him. "It is impossible to believe that Alya was able to attack Vulcan's most revered ambassador and abduct my second officer without your complicity. It is preposterous that you were unable to stop her or were unaware of her plans. We are not fools. Do you deny these charges?"

Spock had never seen T'Zen angry but now her rage threatened to affect everyone in the room. He dared to touch her shoulder, passing some calm to her. She took a deep breath.

"Your accusations are understandable," Azran said, "but I assure you that we had no indication that she would respond to Sarek's innocent words in such a way, nor that she would abduct Kirk. One reason for us leaving this galaxy was the temptation to take advantage of weaker species. Alya has succumbed too often. We will find her and never return to this galaxy again. Where she is, Mr. Kirk will be close by."

Tight-lipped with anguish, Spock watched them disappear then he and T'Zen waited as Sarek was taken out of the room. They turned to one another. T'Zen reached out her hand and Spock touched his fingertips to hers. She was his kinswoman and his captain and had always supported him. The tingle of contact was reassuring and served to relax them both.

"Can you sense Mr. Kirk?" T'Zen asked.

Spock closed his eyes, traced the link and worked his way along it. Aghast on coming across an obstruction he threw himself against it. It sucked him in like quicksand and tried to smother him. Recognising something of Alya in its composition he pulled away and, with a sharp gasp, said, "She has blocked it. Help me, T'Zen."

The captain braced herself and reached for the meld. Spock accepted her touch and led her along the bond until they reached the dark barrier. They were the two strongest telepaths on the T'Varon, and that made them formidable, but the Preserver's block was impossible to break despite repeated assaults on it. Spock and T'Zen dissolved the meld.

"She cannot break your bond," T'Zen said. "It is too enmeshed in both your psyches. Her only recourse is to hurt you by preventing your thoughts from merging."
Spock nodded. "There must be another way of finding Jim. We must return to Llangia. We cannot scan for him amongst so many humans but the Dyzava crystals in his translator implant may be detectable."

"He may not be on Llangia. Even if he is, Alya can create interference to affect our sensors."

"I know, Captain. But would you have me do nothing? He is my t'hy'la. I must find him." Spock bowed his head. "I shall attempt it. There must also be other possibilities."

"I do not know, Spock. Draw on your own human heritage. It may be of assistance. However, our first step is to find a way to lock onto Dyzava signals."

As many as could be spared were put onto the problem. Spock coordinated from the bridge but as the hours passed with no results, he did not permit himself to despair nor let his concentration waver from the task. When a hand touched his arm he almost jumped into attack mode. Realising it was T'Zen, he forced himself to relax.

"You did not acknowledge my question," she said.

"Forgive me, Captain. I was preoccupied."

"It is of no matter. I wished to know if there was any progress."

"None. There must be another way to find him. There is something I am missing." He broke off as Jim's recent words sprung to mind. You have to remember that not all beings are logical, Spock. It may mean the difference between life and death.

Spock pressed his fingertips together. Of course. Alya wants revenge. He stood up. "Captain, I believe that Alya may have returned Kirk to the Picts. They wanted to sacrifice him to their thunder god. It would please her perverse nature to watch him killed in this way."

"It is possible," T'Zen said. "Very well. On my authority I declare the non-interference directive waived. Take a security team with you."

Within fifteen minutes Spock, Lt. Storon and four others were ready to beam down. "We will go to the obelisk," Spock told the transporter officer. "Be prepared to send us to other locations at a moment's notice." He keyed several coordinates into the computer, including the Roman outposts. Once that was completed he stood on the dais beside the security officers. "You have been briefed on the situation on Llangia?" he asked.

"Affirmative," Storon said. "The reports have been studied." The tall security chief hesitated before adding, "We will find your t'hy'la, Spock."

Spock bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Energise," he said to the technician.

* * *

Dawn came faster than I expected. I was shivering with cold and dread. The ropes were biting into my skin and my arms were aching. I had little time left so any rescue had to be soon. I didn't know what form my death would take but I was sure it would be very unpleasant. Where was Alya? Surely she would want to witness it. And what about Azran and Meha? Were they in on this as well?

The sounds of approaching footsteps told me that my executioners were here. I was gagged, hoisted to my feet, my legs unbound, and then dragged towards the gate. Wurguist, Cetalia and many of their people followed. Obviously I was not to be killed inside the outpost. Perhaps they had some sacrificial spot elsewhere, probably in the forest. If we were going to the obelisk I had a better chance of survival for it was the first place Spock would look.

Suddenly a sense of presence registered. I stopped but my captors pushed me on into the forest. Someone was nearby but whom? I glanced around but saw no one. Afraid to raise my hopes on what might be a faulty impression I stumbled on, losing track of our direction as we progressed along a twisted hidden trail. After a time it opened out into a clearing and what I saw there chilled me. A great stone altar dominated the area. There were dark stains on its surface whose source was not hard to guess and surrounding it, in neat rows, were hundreds of human skulls.

I swallowed my fear and tried to work out my options but soon came to the conclusion that there were none. Armed warriors who would not hesitate to strike me down surrounded me if I attempted escape. Bruide was pushed forward as I was dragged to the altar and my ankles once again tied. Then I was lifted onto the cold stone to await my fate.

I could do little now but sink into my own mind and find the bond. I inched along it but was stopped at the unnatural barrier. In my frustration and pain I pounded at it. The realisation that I could not reach Spock caused me great anguish. What my death would do to him was my main concern. Would he survive the shock of bondbreaking? Faintly I heard chanting but ignored it. I wanted my last memories to be of the brother I had found here and the unique relationship we had shared. I had been privileged to have been a part of it.

"Stop." The familiar voice sliced through me. I had to be fantasising. "Release him at once."

It's Spock. I opened my eyes but tied as I was, it was impossible to see what was happening.

The clearing filled with light. As elation coursed through me I was scarcely aware of the terrified screams of the Picts. The cavalry had arrived; not only Spock but the Preservers as well.

I stared up at the sky. I blinked as one orb, followed by another, passed over me. I gasped as their power brushed me and prayed it wouldn't incinerate me. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. I lay helpless as they fought over me. My tension mounted and, unable to bear the pressure of those forces around me, I cried out in silent torment. Stop.

It became quiet then suddenly I was free of them. Time stood still. My body floated in some kind of limbo. Disorientation. Then I was elsewhere and in a well-known warm atmosphere. The T'Varon. I was weak with relief as my ropes were untied and the gag removed.

"Jim. Are you all right?" Spock's worried voice inquired.

I found myself staring up at his pale face. I was lying on the floor of my quarters and Spock was kneeling by my side. I started to laugh and dragging myself up I hugged him tightly. A soft cough from behind alerted me to the fact we were not alone, and, embarrassed, I pulled away. Turning round I noted a group of security officers standing there.

"I believe he is well, Spock," Storon said dryly, his eyebrow raised.

I grinned. "I'm fine, thanks to you all. How did you find me?"

Spock helped me to my feet. "We reached the outpost just after you had left. We followed and arrived at the clearing in time to prevent the sacrifice. Two of the Preservers materialised at that same moment. They were in their non-corporeal state. This frightened the Picts away."

"And the Preservers sent us here," I added.

"Affirmative. Azran and Alya battled over you. I believe your emotional outburst distracted Alya for a moment and Azran was able to gain control of her."

Spock turned to Storon. "Inform the captain of the situation. We shall be with you presently."

As Storon left with his officers, I sighed and stretched out my aching arms. "I've never been so glad to hear your voice, Spock." I grasped his wrist and brought his hand to my face. "The barrier. Is it still there? Will you check it out?"

We slipped into the meld and explored the link together. To my joy no traces of the barrier remained. We exchanged the fears we both had endured and the frustration of fighting against that obstruction on our bond. My aches and pains began to ease. Spock's doing, no doubt.

We must part, Jim, Spock said at last. Our report to the captain. My father... It was then he sent me details on Alya's attack on Sarek.

Dammit, Spock. Of course. There was a jolt and I was alone in my mind.

"Are you well?" he asked, catching my sudden discomfort.

"Gotta um go to the head. Won't be long." I had almost used more colourful words but caught it in time. My prim and proper Spock could be very prudish at times but I wouldn't want him to be any other way. After taking care of my bodily functions I returned to the other room. "Well, my elfin friend, shall we go?"

He assumed what I teasingly called computer mode. "Elves. According to legend, long-lived beings with characteristic pointed ears, cold demeanour and cruel behaviour patterns. Made popular by fantasy literature they..."

"Spock, I don't need a lecture on the subject. You may look elfin but you're not cold or cruel."

"Indeed?" He almost smiled. "Very well. After the debriefing, your injuries must be attended to. Your present relief is only temporary." I didn't argue and after a moment's hesitation, as if he expected me to protest, he left the room. I followed thinking there was no way I'd refuse being the recipient of his healing power. Not anymore. It was a whole lot better than conventional treatment. As if he had heard my thoughts, and perhaps he had, Spock raised both brows.

* * *

I drifted in a pleasant haze. "It is done." Spock sank down on a chair. Healing is tiring at the best of times and after all he had been through, it must have been exhausting. He needed rest and meditation and there had been no chance for either. Now I would insist on it, even if I had to convince T'Renna or T'Zen to give him a few days leave.

The door chime sounded. "Enter," Spock said, and I stood up and placed myself behind him as Sarek came in. Spock rose to his feet and bowed. "Greetings, father. Are you well?"

"Affirmative. I come to take my leave of you, Spock. I have to report to the Federation Council." The ambassador glanced at me then returned his attention to his son. "There is a private matter which needs to be discussed."

Spock clenched his hands behind his back. "You may speak of it in front of Mr. Kirk."

I bit my lip as Spock's tension twisted through the bond. Maybe I should go.

NO. It was both a command and a plea.

Sarek stared at us. Had he picked up something of our exchange? "As you wish. I will begin inquiries with regard to the selection of a new bondmate for you. There are those who would be willing to forge an alliance with our family."

Spock gathered his courage together. "I now have the right to choose, sir. Please forward details of any prospective candidates to me."

Sarek's eyebrows rose. Surprise at Spock's stand? I'll bet. "Very well. You will, however, be guided by me in this matter."

"I value your opinion, sir."

As Sarek was about to reply, the intercom buzzed. "T'Zen to Spock. Activate your viewer."

Spock obeyed and we watched as Azran's face formed. "Commander Spock, Commander Kirk, I wish to apologise over what has occurred. You have taught us a valuable lesson. One we had forgotten. That all life must be respected. We have disabled the computer on Llangia. We will leave the planet to pursue its own destiny."

"Live long and prosper, Azran," Spock said.

He smiled. "Your future will be a great one, bondbrothers. Peace and long life."

The screen went dark and I looked at Spock. "How does he know?"

"Precognition," Spock replied. "Some Vulcans also have the gift but it is erratic."

"Let's hope his prediction is accurate," I replied. If so, it meant that Spock and I would be together after my time on the T'Varon was over but how that would come about I didn't yet know.

Sarek stepped forward and something in his stance warned us both that he was angry. Spock raised his hand in salute. "I wish you a safe journey, father. Please convey my greetings to mother."

The ambassador stopped in his tracks and seemed to gain control. "Farewell, my son," he said. I thought at first that Sarek was going to ignore me but he was too courteous to do that and added, "Mr. Kirk, may you live long and prosper."

I bowed to show him my respect. "Peace and long life, Ambassador Sarek."

He nodded and without another word left the room. Spock was upset. With such an intimidating parent it was no wonder he had been nervous. Yet he had stood up to Sarek.

I touched his arm. "Okay, rest now. You're exhausted."

He raised the inevitable eyebrow and stared at me but I stood my ground. I was determined that he was not going to get his way over this. To my absolute delight he backed down. His gaze wavered and he looked at the floor. "Very well, Jim," he said.

"I'm going to get you some time off," I said. "You've done enough."

"Jim, I do not require... "

"Oh yes you do. No arguments. You must let me take care of you. It's my right and my duty and you know it." I could be just as stubborn as he could.

He gave in without another murmur and, with a slight smile, settled on the cushion before his flame-pot. "I assure you that I shall rest," he said when I remained where I was.

"No doubt but I'll wait anyway and make sure," I replied.

He released a most unvulcan sigh. I grinned and watched as he slipped into meditation before I left the room. With a spring in my step I made my way to the bridge. In the turbo-lift I thought about my recent brush with death and shuddered. It had been a close call.

You were not alone, Jim, Spock said in my mind.

I didn't know that at the time, I replied. I was sure I was going to die. I tutted in annoyance. Hey, you're meant to be resting. Quit talking to me.

Yes, Captain, he said, his mind voice mocking.

Very funny, Commander. Now rest before I get angry with you.

Yes, Jim, he replied, not the least contrite.

As I stepped onto the bridge T'Zen swivelled in her chair and looked up at me. "How is Spock?"

"Stubborn as usual but I've convinced him to rest."

"It is a family trait," she said. I was amused by her comment. "Healer T'Renna has anticipated your request, Mr. Kirk. Spock is granted two days medical leave. You will be acting First Officer. Take command while I attend the ambassador's departure."

I was flabbergasted at being understood so well but pleased at the turn of events, I smiled and once the captain had left, I settled into the command chair and sent a message to Spock's terminal.

Your two days leave is authorised. So relax. Meditate. Sleep. I'll drop by after my shift to check up on you. Don't let me find you working or you'll be in real trouble.

How would he react to that threat? I was sure he'd get his own back somehow. There was no point in speculating so I leaned back and stared at the sight of Llangia on the viewscreen. I hoped its people would reach the stars without the history of bloodshed that had marred Earth's past.

I almost jumped as the link opened. Message received and understood, Captain.

Just do as you're told and stop sneaking up on me like that, I snapped. There was no response and with a grin I promised, One day I will make captain.

I know you shall, Spock replied.

His certainty boosted my confidence and, pleased with life, I turned my attention to my duties.

* * *

The end.

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