A Gift Beyond Price

Part one

Gary Mitchell waited impatiently in the main transporter room of Starbase One. The Enterprise was due at any time now, and he was desperate to be aboard her.

He recalled the subspace message he had received from Jim. 'I am unable to return to Earth. My orders are to pick up a consignment of dilithium crystals from Starbase One. Join us there. We arrive in two solar days. We may not return this close to Earth for years.'

The message was quite clear. If he was not waiting on Starbase one, he would not be able to board the Enterprise; he would be assigned elsewhere.

He reflected on the months he had spent in regen. Jim had recovered more quickly and had already completed his shakedown cruise as Enterprise captain, while he, Gary, had been left behind. He paced the floor. There were so many unanswered questions. What had happened during that time? How had Jim managed without him? What would it be like being first officer of the starship Enterprise?

"Mitch, that won't bring the ship any faster," said the tall, blonde woman who waited by the transporter console. She too was assigned to the Enterprise where she was taking up the post of chief nursing officer.

"I'm sorry, Chris," Gary apologised. "I can't help it. After all the inactivity I just need to get going. I need some action."

Christine Chapel smiled. She was fond of Mitchell but he could be abrasive, even arrogant, and often chauvinistic. He could also be very charming. However, he was constantly compared to his friend, the more diplomatic, attractive and charismatic James T Kirk, and inevitably walked in his shadow. Kirk's rise in the fleet had been meteoric. His natural command abilities, his gift for diplomacy, his intuitive feel for all sides of a difficult situation, along with his bravery and heroism made him - despite his relative youth - an excellent choice for starship command. Chapel admired Kirk and was looking forward to serving on his ship.

"Enterprise is hailing," the transporter chief said. "Stand by to beam up in fifteen minutes."

Mitchell grinned at Chapel. "This is it."

She returned the smile but wondered, privately, how Mitch was going to take the news that he wasn't, after all, to be first officer. Her new chief, Dr McCoy, had been in private communication with her and had apprised her of the situation. At first she hadn't approved of Mitchell going aboard, not knowing, but had conceded that it might be better if Kirk broke the news in his own way. He was Mitchell's closest friend and surely knew what he was doing.

Fifteen minutes later they stepped onto the dais and were beamed aboard. As the transporter effect released them, Mitchell bounded from the platform expecting to see Kirk there.

Instead, McCoy stepped forward. "Welcome aboard," he said.

"Where's Jim?" Mitchell asked.

McCoy glanced at Chapel. "He's in his quarters." As Mitchell headed for the door, McCoy called after him. "Gary, we warp out as soon as these crystals are aboard. They're urgently needed at Bradley colony."

"I'm his best friend. He could have met me," Gary said, a little peeved.

"He is a starship captain now and responsible for over four hundred people. He has a heavy load to bear now. Don't put him under any more pressure, and don't think that you'll get special treatment because you're his friend."

Mitchell grimaced. "Okay doc, I get your drift, but I saved his life on Dimorus didn't I?"

As he left, Chapel moved to McCoy's side. "He presumes a lot doesn't he?"

McCoy nodded. "He's too arrogant for his own good but Jim'll sort him out. He's more than a match for him." He paused before adding, "Even Jim will find it tough to tell Gary that he won't be first officer like he thought."

Curiosity made Chapel ask about the science officer. She had never been at close quarters with a Vulcan before as there were so few in Starfleet.

With a wry smile, McCoy answered. "He's a strange one, is Mr Spock. He and I didn't get off to a very good start, I'm afraid. It was my fault; I admit that. I just wanted to get my hands on him for a medical and my over enthusiasm got his back up. I guess I don't understand him and neither does Jim, yet the crew who knew him from Pike's command have the greatest of respect for him." He shrugged and put a fatherly arm about her. "Maybe I don't know how to talk to the 'genius' type; especially an alien genius. I'm just a plain old country doctor."

"Yes, Doctor," she said, with a disbelieving look. A 'plain old country doctor' McCoy was certainly not.

As Mitchell made his way to the captain's quarters, he took in the sights of the giant ship. She was beautiful; just what he and Jim had always dreamed about. His eyes followed the shapely forms of the female crew, many wearing the short uniform that had become fashionable. He was going to enjoy himself aboard the Enterprise. He and Jim would have the best of times here.

***

James T Kirk sat at his desk and stared at his first officer. "I appreciate you taking the time to explain these facts to me, Mr Spock, but I am not a scientific specialist and you lost me after a few sentences."

The Vulcan raised his eyebrow. "Lost you, Captain?"

Kirk sighed. He was becoming frustrated by his first officer's literal interpretation. Surely the Vulcan, who had spent years amongst humans, understood such expressions of speech. He held onto his temper. He would need all his wits with Mitchell; who was bound to arrive soon.

"I meant that I understood you at the beginning but the scientific terms you used later were incomprehensible to me. Will you please explain in simpler language."

Spock clasped his hands behind him. "Very well, sir."

Kirk sighed again. The Vulcan was giving him an inferiority complex. He was always so meticulous, always correct, and so damn smart. How was he to command such a being? The buzzer sounded and, not without some relief, he said. "Enter."

The doors slid open and in strode Gary Mitchell, large as life and with a smile Kirk had once thought never to see again. He stood up, dashed over to him and moments later both men were hugging one another, pounding each other's backs and swinging one another around. They laughed, they grinned, almost crying in their joy of being together again.

Spock stepped back. He had never, in all his years in the fleet, seen such an emotional display. Captain Pike had been an introvert; the closest a human could be to a Vulcan. Number One had been self-assured but with a reticent personality. The crew had taken their lead from the command team and had, for the most part, kept their emotional behaviour private. Certainly, they knew better that to assault a Vulcan with such an outburst. He considered leaving but rejected the idea. He had not been dismissed. With an effort he exerted more control and succeeded in shutting out the waves of emotions that emanated from the two humans.

"Gary, you look great!" Kirk held Mitchell back. "Do you feel all right?"

Mitchell grinned. "All fit and rarin' to go, Jim." He studied his friend. "The captain's uniform suits you."

Kirk chuckled. "Thanks." He squeezed Mitchell's arms and stepped back. "It's so good to see you looking so fit and well."

"I'm real glad to see you too, Jim. It's been too long."

Kirk became serious. "It was a long recovery, Gary, and I never did have the chance to thank you properly for saving my life. I'll never be able to repay you for that."

Mitchell laughed and changed the serious turn the conversation had taken. "Oh, I'll think of something, don't worry."

Kirk didn't respond to that remark; he had suddenly remembered that Spock was still here and that Mitchell didn't, as yet, know the situation. He straightened his shirt, searched for some dignity, and turned to his first officer. "Mr Spock, may I introduce you to an old friend of mine, Gary Mitchell."

Spock inclined his head. "Mr Mitchell."

"Gary," Kirk continued, "this is Mr Spock, the science officer and..." he trailed off; better to tell him later and in private.

Mitchell held out his hand and Kirk winced. Surely Gary knew that Vulcans did not like to be touched. Spock kept his hands behind his back and did not respond.

"Do Vulcans scorn a friendly greeting, Mr Spock?" Mitchell asked.

Kirk was shocked. Gary knew that Vulcans were reserved. As part of their academy course, the two of them had studied the customs of other Federation species. What was he up to?

"I do greet you, Mr Mitchell," Spock said. "However, it is not my custom to shake hands."

Mitchell lowered his hand. "Why?" he asked, stubbornly.

Kirk was about to interrupt, he couldn't understand why Gary was being so boorish, but Spock's reply stopped him.

"I am a touch telepath," Spock replied, in an icy tone. "The unrestrained thoughts of humans broadcast continually. If I were to shake hands with you, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to shut out such thoughts."

The two humans stared at one another in dismay. They had both known that Vulcans were telepathic but had not realised its extent. A wave of sympathy for Spock, passed through Kirk. How could such a being work in close proximity to humans?

He cleared his throat. "Mr Spock, please attend to the transfer of crystals then take us out of orbit. I want maximum warp to the colony."

"Very well, sir," the tall Vulcan said, then made his way t the door.

Kirk's voice stopped him. "We can continue our discussion later."

"Affirmative, sir," Spock replied, and strode from the cabin.

Mitchell pulled a face. "Did I offend him?"

"I don't know, Gary but..." he trailed off, as Mitchell wandered about the room examining everything.

"Very nice, Jim." He settled himself into a chair and stretched his legs out. "A distinct improvement on your previous quarters."

Kirk beat down his irritation at Gary; he had almost forgotten the familiar way his old friend had always behaved around him. Everyone on the Enterprise treated him with a great deal of esteem. He didn't fool himself that it was due to any of his own actions but they did respect his rank of captain. Mr Spock was the most dignified person he had ever met and treated him with the utmost courtesy. The Vulcan was always polite, always formal, and enigmatic in his cold, unemotional alien way.

He sat down in his chair. "We have to talk, Gary,"

"Fire away, kid. When does your new first officer go on duty?"

"There is a problem."

"A problem? What kind of problem?" Mitchell sat up straight.

There was no easy way to tell him so Kirk went straight to the point. "I did request you as my first officer but Captain Pike sponsored someone else."

Mitchell paled. "What! No-one told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were too ill. There was no time. I'm sorry, Gary." Kirk chewed at his lip." They accepted Pike's recommendation and, as you were medically unfit, I had no choice but to accept. Mr Spock is my first officer."

Mitchell was shaking his head in disbelief. "They chose a Vulcan to be first officer on an almost exclusively human crewed ship!"

"Yes," Kirk replied.

"Why couldn't they have waited until I'd recovered?"

"They felt that we were too alike. They thought I needed someone to balance me." He leaned forward, speaking urgently, needing Gary to understand. "It's no reflection on you. You must believe that. There was nothing I could do."

Mitchell's eyes flashed in anger. " Are you sure about that, Jim?"

Kirk's temper flared. "Do you think I didn't try my best for you? What kind of friend do you think I am? I couldn't take on the admiralty. They wanted Mr Spock as first officer and my hands were tied."

"Do you want him as first officer?" Gary snapped.

Kirk had pondered that one over at some length. Spock's Starfleet record was nothing short of impressive. "He is reputed to be the fines science officer in the fleet. He is an A7 computer expert, a mathematical genius, and a brilliant officer. He is the only Vulcan now on line-duty on an all-worlds ship. The others prefer to work on all-Vulcan ships. It is well known that a Vulcan science officer is an enormous asset to any vessel."

"A science officer, yes, but as a command officer!" Mitchell argued.

"I don't know him, Gary, I only know about his reputation and what I've seen him do these last weeks. I must give him a fair trial."

Mitchell found it difficult to control his fury. "This is just what I needed. To come all this way to starbase and find out I needn't have bothered."

"Gary, please..."

"It's quite a shock, Captain, sir. So where do I stand."

Kirk took a deep breath. "You are the ship's chief navigator and as such, are part of the alpha bridge crew."

"And where am I in the chain of command?"

Kirk paused for a few seconds before he replied, "Fourth."

"Fourth!" Mitchell exclaimed. He got to his feet; almost tipping his chair over. "Fourth!" he repeated.

"I'm sorry but my chief engineer outranks you." He stood, went round his desk, and faced his friend. "Gary, I need your help in this, my new command. Don't make it any harder for me. I need your support now, more than ever. I have so much responsibility. Don't blame me for something I was powerless to prevent."

Mitchell stared into his friend's worried eyes, and relented. "Okay, Jim. It was a shock, that's all. When do I start?" Relief showed on Kirk's face and Gary tried to rid himself of his anger.

"Next shift," Kirk said. "Settle in first." He stared at Mitchell, as if to reassure himself that his old friend had really accepted the situation. "I'm so glad to see you standing there fit and well. I was worried sick about you." He pulled Gary into a hug, relaxing when it was returned.

Mitchell sighed. He, more than anyone else, knew that Kirk under that air of confidence was often insecure and vulnerable. He regretted giving his friend a hard time but he didn't like the Vulcan and was sure he never would. Deep down the seeds of resentment had been sown.

***

The new navigator quickly became a popular figure. Gary Mitchell knew how to tell a good story. He made people laugh, his wit and charm made him particularly appealing to women, and his love life soon became a major topic aboard ship.

Kirk, caught up with the pressures of his new job, had neither the time nor inclination for the escapades he might once have joined in. He was very aware of his obligations as captain, and the need to maintain the respect of the crew. When he had donned the stripes of a starship captain, had had put any irresponsibility aside. Mitchell, however, still acted much like a junior lieutenant and, after an incident that had left one of the young medics in a distressed state, Kirk decided that he needed to watch Gary more closely. Old friend, or not, no-one was going to affect the morale of his crew. Gary would need to learn that.

Yeoman Janice Rand was one of the younger women who didn't find Mitchell attractive. Her eyes were only for the unattainable figure of her captain. As she waited by his chair for him to sign a report, his attention was drawn to a discussion with Mr Scott, the engineer. She faced the viewer and caught Mitchell staring at her in a lewd manner. She flushed and glanced at Kirk, but her report still lay unsigned on his lap. She couldn't interrupt the captain or the engineer and, as a yeoman, did not have the authority to tell a Lieutenant Commander to mind his station. Mitchell's eyes seemed to undress her and she began to sweat. She hated men like him; superior attitude, aggressive personality, and uncaring about another's feelings. She had heard how he had hurt Leonora, the medical technician.

A tall form stepped in front of her. "Mr Mitchell," the Vulcan snapped. "Attend to your duties"

Rand stared at the bony, blue-clad back of the first officer and sighed with relief. Like all the women on board, she was fascinated and very attracted to the strange but gentle Vulcan. They all spoke of him with such respect, but beneath it all was a powerful sexual attraction to him. Uhura, who had served with him during Pike's command, had soon disillusioned the new crew-women when she had informed them about Spock's strict privacy and total lack of social graces. But still, many of them lived in hope.

Mitchell gave a start at his tone. "Yes, sir." He swivelled around and busied himself at his console. Lt Sulu, at the helm, grinned a little. He was one of the men not keen on Mitchell, who had denigrated his interest in botany.

Kirk's attention was caught and he looked up at the first officer, puzzled. "Is something wrong, Mr Spock?"

"I was merely reminding an officer of his duties, sir," Spock replied.

"I see," Kirk said, with a glance to the still flushed Rand. He signed the report then dismissed her. He could guess what had happened and knew that he should have been the one to see it and reprimand Mitchell. He tried to read the Vulcan's expression. Spock must have noticed and had gone to Rand's rescue. But why? Had it been duty or pity or some kind of Vulcan gallantry? He couldn't tell.

"Take the con, Mr Spock. I will be in my quarters." he said, then stood up. "Mr Mitchell, please come with me."

Once in his quarters, Kirk turned on Mitchell. "What the hell were you doing, Gary?"

Mitchell grinned and slumped down on a chair. "Aw, Jim...." he began.

"I did not give you permission to sit down," Kirk snapped. "On your feet, Mister." He had to exert his authority now before it was too late. Mitchell had to learn who was in command. Kirk stared at the other man, until the navigator lowered his gaze and rose to his feet. "There must be discipline on this ship," he continued. "Otherwise we won't function as a team. You know that."

Mitchell began to speak but Kirk ignored him and went on, "I won't have you harassing the crew-women. I heard about the medical technician and I'm disappointed and annoyed with you over that. As for Rand, she is my personal yeoman and I won't have her upset. She's not in your league so leave her alone. We're meant to be civilised. Sexual harassment is meant to be a thing of the past. I won't allow it on my ship. So, Mr Mitchell, you will not annoy the women on my ship. On duty, you will keep your attention on your work. Off-duty, you will remember you are now a senior officer and will act accordingly. Do not abuse your position again. Do you understand?"

Stung by the harshness of Kirk's tone, Mitchell stood stiffly to attention. "Yes, sir," he replied. "Do not presume on our personal friendship," Kirk added. "No-one - not even you - will disturb the harmony on my ship. I'm disappointed in you. I thought you were on my side." He paused, startled by his anger at Mitchell, at his sense of betrayal. "I was relying on your support in this my first starship command. Instead you've been acting like an irresponsible cadet."

Mitchell watched him pace up and down and recognised that well-known temper that had never been fully directed at him before. He remembered past unfortunate recipients of it and he quailed.

Kirk stopped in front of him. "Grow up, Mr Mitchell, or else you'll be transferred off this ship. Do I make myself clear?"

Mitchell was shocked. Where was the Jim Kirk he knew in this serious authoritarian figure? What could he say to placate him? He swallowed and searched for something, anything to ease matters between them.

Kirk could be mercurial. Suddenly he was young, insecure, and pleading, "Gary, I need your support. I need someone to rely on, to lean on. I've always been able to count on you before. Please, Gary, don't make my life any more difficult than it is." He clasped Mitchell's arms. "I know you were angry about not being first officer but you'll be promoted soon enough. Maybe even get a command of your own."

Unable to meet Kirk's eyes, Gary looked down. "I'm sorry, Jim," he said, contritely. "I don't know what comes over me at times. I'll do my best to support you. I promise."

Relieved, Kirk accepted the apology. "Okay, Gary. Return to duty." He loosened his hold on the other man's arms.

Mitchell caught at his hand. "Don't be angry with me any more."

Kirk grinned a little. "I'm not."

Mitchell released a deep breath and shook Kirk's hand. The last thing he wanted was to lose Kirk's friendship and trust; those long minutes when Kirk had been furious with him had made him see how much he valued them.

Once the chastened Mitchell had left, Kirk sat down and reviewed his orders. After delivering the crystals they were to proceed to the planet Athena Two to determine what had happened to a Vulcan science team who had been out of contact for more than a year. He called the bridge. "Mr Spock, at our present speed, how long until we reach Bradley colony?"

"We shall reach the colony in one point two five days, sir," the Vulcan answered, after a few seconds.

"Thank you, Mr Spock," Kirk said, and turned off the intercom. He had the feeling that the Vulcan had just worked out that detail in his head. Smart...Spock was very smart. Kirk leaned back. The tension in his shoulders was painful. The strain of command was draining him and he would have to find some way of reducing the stress. If not, it would be difficult to function properly. Maybe a session in the gymnasium would help. He made a note to find some time for it.

***

It came out of now-where. One moment they were alone in space, the next a giant alien space-craft - at least three times the size of the Enterprise - appeared in front of them.

"Yellow alert," Kirk ordered. "Reduce speed to impulse."

"Yellow alert," Sulu, at helm, confirmed. "Shields up. Speed reducing to impulse."

"Phaser crew standing by," Mitchell said. "Ready to fire."

"Hold it," Kirk said. "Defensive precautions only. No aggressive actions. Report Mr Spock."

The Vulcan looked up from his viewer. "Alien ship of a type unknown to Federation technology. Hull metal, unknown. It is pitted and scarred by meteor strikes and I believe, weapon attacks. Power source, unknown. Readings are inconclusive. Sensors indicate approximately two thousand life forms aboard. The atmosphere is comprised of eighty seven percent methane and thirteen percent of an unknown compound." He bent over the viewer again. "They are now matching our speed, sir. Data now coming in confirms my suspicion that the ship is old. There are no indications of hostility."

Kirk was impressed by the speed of the Vulcan's evaluations. He had never seen a science officer quite like him. "We'll take every precaution."

"That is logical, sir."

"Open a channel to that ship, Lt Uhura," Kirk ordered.

"Aye, sir," she said. "Hailing frequencies are open."

Kirk took a deep breath. Well this was what he was here for. Time to earn his pay. "Greetings. This is Captain James T Kirk of the United Federation Starship Enterprise. We are on a peaceful mission. Please acknowledge."

The silence stretched out into several minutes and was only broken by Spock relaying further facts and figures from his sensors. Kirk listened, fascinated by his first officer's precision. "Do you think they understand us?" he asked.

"The universal translator has never been known to fail, sir."

Kirk nodded. "Let's try again. This is Captain Kirk. Please identify yourself. We mean you no harm. Please acknowledge."

After a few moments, Uhura spoke. "Captain, message coming through. On visual."

Kirk was pleased. Seeing them face to face was always better. He waited in anticipation. Here it was - unknown life forms - he wondered what they would be like. He breathed slowly, evenly, as the screen cleared to reveal the aliens.

As the sight of the beings registered, revulsion swept the bridge crew. Monstrous, pulsating bodies, a sickly colour, with waving appendages and slimy tentacles grasping inconceivable, revolting slug-like things...

Spock watched unmoved, but fascinated by their complete alien-ness. It did not take long for the crew's reaction to penetrate through to him; it hit him like a tidal wave. He strove to shut it out and was barely successful. Once he was assured that he able to maintain his calm, he turned to Kirk and saw that he alone, amongst the humans, showed no signs of disgust.

Kirk swivelled to face him. "Life is truly diverse, Mr Spock," he said.

"Indeed, sir," Spock replied, "however the crew are perturbed."

Kirk nodded. "I know. Uhura, give me ship-wide communication."

Uhura composed herself. "Aye, sir."

"Attention, all hands," Kirk said. "Our mission is to seek out new life-forms. This is our chance to make contact with a totally alien species."

"Oh, my god, they're disgusting!" Mitchell murmured.

Kirk threw him an angry look. "Don't let your pre-conceived notions of beauty and ugliness cloud your judgement. All creatures have their own kind of beauty. Remember that. Kirk out."

A large orifice opened up in one of the alien beings to reveal slithering, worm-like strands.

"Jim, you can't negotiate with these revolting monsters," Gary hissed. "They're like something out of a nightmare!"

"Silence," Kirk said, in a soft but dangerous tone.

Mitchell looked at him for a long moment then lowered his eyes to his console.

The alien being spoke. "I am Commander Mdorn." The voice filled the bridge. It was richly female, low, vibrant and sensual.

The male crewmembers were all fascinated to hear such a voice. Kirk recovered his composure. "Greetings, Commander Mdorn. Are you in trouble? Can we be of assistance?"

The alien seemed shocked. "You offer to help us! You! A male!"

Kirk glanced at the Vulcan, who at once came over to the rail. Something in his manner warned Kirk to be very diplomatic here. "Commander, in our society, men... male and female are equal."

During a long silence where it appeared that the alien commander consulted with others, Spock commented, "It appears to be a matriarchy, Captain, and one where it is possible that the males are not intelligent. There are examples in the animal kingdom."

"Yes," Kirk mused. "We'll need to tread carefully here."

"Indeed, sir, one must think of the black widow spider who devours her mate after procreation."

Before Kirk could think of a reply to that, Mdorn spoke. "Truly life is diverse, Captain Kirk." Kirk glanced at Spock in amusement. Alien though she was, she was of the same opinion as he! "You who are oxygen breathers are truly different," Mdorn continued. "No matter. I accept that in your society, males are intelligent. I ask for your help."

The women on the bridge shared amused glances at the men's' discomfiture. Uhura chuckled, deciding that she liked the aliens.

"In our species the males exist solely to further the race. It is we females who rule. We are the scientists, the engineers, and the artisans. I am both queen and commander of my people. We have been travelling for many ..."- the word did not translate - " and countless generations have lived and died aboard our ship. We seek a home. One where we may live in peace. Our time is running out. Our ship is old and its systems failing. We cannot travel vast distances for much longer. We will die if we cannot find a place to call home."

Kirk wondered what he could do for them. Could he even trust them? How could he tell? Yet his instincts told him that they were genuine.

"Captain, further sensor readings have indicated that their ship's atmosphere is polluted," Spock said. "Many of the life readings are faint and erratic. I believe them to be dying."

That made Kirk's mind up for him. "My lady Mdorn," he said, hoping the translator would convey the respect he was trying to show. "I am truly sympathetic to your plight and we'll try to help you. Please tell me why you left your home-world?"

"A scourge wasted our home. We sought to escape by travelling in space but did not realise that it would take so long to find a suitable planet."

Kirk leaned forward. "I must consult with my command centre. If need be, I will put your case to the Federation council myself. There must be a world that can sustain your life. In the meantime, please relay your problems to my science officer. Perhaps we can help you with some of your more immediate problems."

"Captain, you give us hope once again."

Mitchell was unable to hold back any longer. "I can't believe this, Jim. You are seriously thinking of allowing them into our space to make their home there! Giving disgusting monsters like that a home!"

"Mr Mitchell, you are relieved," Kirk snapped. "Once your replacement arrives, you will confine yourself to quarters until I send for you."

Mitchell stood, ready to defy him, but on seeing the look on Kirk's face, he hesitated. He knew that tone. Kirk expected total obedience from him but something made him throw caution to the winds. "How can you believe what those 'things' are telling you? They want to kill us. Can't you see that? You can't find common ground with anything as alien as that."

The whole bridge crew watched. All were aware of Gary Mitchell's special relationship with the captain and wondered it that would make Kirk deal with him differently. Would he be lenient with him? Was he that kind of captain?

Kirk stood, drew himself up to full height and clenched his fists by his sides. "Mr Mitchell, you will confine yourself to quarters at once, or else you will be put in the brig."

"Jim," Mitchell persisted, unable to stop himself. "They're revolting alien slugs...You must..."

"Enough!" Kirk yelled.

Mitchell placed a hand on his console to steady himself. He had never known Kirk to raise his voice like that - ever.

"I won't tolerate bigotry from any of my crew. Security, escort Mitchell to the brig." The security men fell in at Mitchell's side. "Once this is over, you will answer to me. I won't accept this kind of behaviour from my officers. Leave the bridge."

As he was led away, Mitchell could still scarcely believe what was happening. He walked, as if in a heavy stupor, and once alone in a cell he slumped onto a bunk and buried his head in the pillow. What had made him defy Jim like that? Why was he trying so hard to destroy their friendship? Was he trying to get back at Jim for not insisting he be first officer? Was he jealous that Jim, younger than he, now ranked him? Was he really that petty? Disgusted with himself, he punched his pillow and bit back his anger. He would apologise to Jim. Jim never held grudges. Their friendship would soon be back to its old comfortable way.

Spock watched the confrontation between the two humans and found it incomprehensible. He absorbed the tense atmosphere and then the silence as Mitchell was led out. Ignoring it, he turned his attention to his console and concentrated on a dialogue with the alien ship until he sensed the captain's presence near to him. He stood up. "Sir, I am receiving details from the alien ship. I am passing everything on to the relevant sections for their input."

Kirk released a deep breath, and Spock sensed the waves of tension from him. How could humans live under such stress? "Thank you, Mr Spock." He turned to face the others. "I welcome ideas and suggestions from my crew, but I don't listen to views that stem from racial prejudice. I don't expect such fear of the unknown from Starfleet's finest officers. I expect you to respect all life-forms regardless of their physical appearance."

At those words, Spock's respect for Kirk increased. The human was turning out to be an interesting commander. Perhaps he had misjudged him.

"Mr Spock, can you handle this?" Kirk asked.

"Affirmative, Captain," Spock replied.

Kirk noted his first officer's cool, efficient manner and some of his tension eased. "Then I'll contact Starfleet. Perhaps they'll be able to find these people a home."

After almost an hour spent in discussions with the Admiralty, Kirk left them to make their decisions. As he awaited his science officer's evaluations, it gave him the time to reflect on Gary's behaviour. Why had he acted that way? What had happened to his normally happy-go-luck friend? Was Gary still seething about not being made first officer? If so, then the responsibilities involved would likely be too much for him, and Kirk was relieved that his request for Gary to fill that post had been turned down. A first officer needed a cool head and had to be a balanced individual able to support, but also question his commanding officer's decisions. It was a particularly close professional partnership and Kirk wondered just how he was going to work with a Vulcan as his second. Certainly Mr Spock knew his job - both of them - but he was so remote.

The Vulcan came to his side. "Captain, I have isolated the polluting agent in the alien ship's atmosphere and have an antidote."

Kirk sat up straight. "What!"

"It is a simple procedure..."

"You know how to clean up their atmosphere, Mr Spock? But, how?" Kirk asked. This was amazing...

"Perfectly straightforward, sir. A high intensity bombardment of XVX gas, applied through their ventilation system, will not be harmful to the aliens but will neutralise the pollutant."

"How did you discover this?" Kirk asked. "Mdorn's people must have been working on it for years."

"I correlated their data, sir. Once I was able to determine all the facts, the answer was not difficult."

Kirk stared at the Vulcan. What an asset this officer was. Spock had given him the means to save an unknown species; one that would have cause to be grateful and would likely want to have friendly relations with the Federation.

"Well done, Mr Spock," he said.

Spock was surprised by his own pleasure on receiving that praise. Embarrassed, he swiftly pushed it aside. "What are your orders, sir."

"Relay your discovery to Starfleet but, on my authority, also tell Mdorn. If she cannot implement the antidote herself, inform her of our willingness to help. Giving her the solution to her problem will make her a strong ally and maybe, a future Federation member."

"Very well, sir," Spock hesitated as if to say more.

"Yes, Mr Spock?" Kirk asked.

"I believe that you have made the correct decision, sir."

A wide smile crossed Kirk's face. "Why thank you, Mr Spock."

Spock raised an eyebrow on seeing the pleasure on his captain's face. He could not understand humans yet knew that he was the cause of Kirk's improved mood. He could think of no reply, so he nodded and returned to his station.

The alien commander was ecstatic. "Captain, you have saved us. We shall be eternally grateful. We thought we were doomed to die in space but you have given us our solution. That procedure has already begun."

"I have further news," Kirk said. "If you proceed to Starbase five, there will be Federation ambassadors there to meet you. I believe that they are willing discuss a possible planet for you."

"Captain, my deepest thanks. I can never repay you for your help. It is unfortunate that we cannot meet in person so as I can thank you personally. Alas, I regret that we are so different."

"It is my regret also," Kirk replied.

"I ask a further boon, Captain. Mr Spock and I have been on audio-link only. May I be permitted to see him?"

Kirk motioned the Vulcan over. "The lady shows an interest in you. We must grant her wish." He smiled at his first officer.

Spock stepped over to the side of Kirk's chair. "If you wish, sir."

Kirk looked at the screen. "Allow me to present to you my exceptionally gifted, science officer, Mr Spock."

Spock raised an eyebrow at that praise, filed it away for later perusal, and inclined his head towards the screen. "Greetings, Commander Mdorn."

There was a moment of silence before her voice, sultrier than ever, filled the bridge. "You are different from the others."

"I am Vulcan. The others are human."

"Then, truly, you are a federation of different species."

"Truly, my lady," he responded.

"Ah, Mr Spock, your form is as exquisite as your intelligence. If only our species were compatible. What children we would have."

The bridge crew was trying to conceal their laughter. Kirk watched him with amusement in his eyes. Spock shifted with discomfort. How was he to respond to that? He bowed, more to conceal his embarrassment than anything, and said, "I am honoured."

"I regret that knowledge is all we are able to share."

"The exchange of knowledge is the greatest importance," Spock replied. "It shows trust in one another; surely true communication. The goal of the United Federation of Planets is trust between species. That is always desirable. We are seekers of peaceful and friendly contact with others. It is our mission in space."

"You are wise, Mr Spock. I salute you."

The Vulcan raised his hand in the paired fingered salute of his people. "May you live long and prosper, Commander Mdorn."

"My thanks to you and your captain."

Kirk's regard for his enigmatic first officer was growing in leaps and bounds. Spock had handled that very well indeed. ""Lt Uhura will send you the course details to Starbase Five," he said. "I wish you and your people well."

"Farewell, Captain. In your honour, I shall give your name to my daughter, yet to be born. She shall be called James."

Kirk covered his surprise at that announcement and replied, "I am honoured, Commander. Thank you." He glanced up and met the Vulcan's dark, unreadable eyes, and thought he saw a twinkle of amusement there. No. Surely he was imagining it. He grinned a little, just hoping that Mdorn would never find out that his name was purely a male one.

As they resumed their course to Bradley's colony, Kirk stood up. "Well, I'm glad that all worked out. They were only refugees looking for a home. Mr Spock, I must congratulate you on the way you handled their problems and also, am impressed by your diplomacy. I'm pleased to have a first officer of your quality with me."

"Thank you, sir," Spock said, beating down the feelings Kirk's words had caused; the same feeling he had experienced earlier.

"I think you charmed the lady," Kirk teased.

Spock looked at him, obviously uncomprehending. "Sir?"

"I... um... mean she liked your body as well as your mind." No that didn't sound right, Kirk realised. "She was grateful to you for solving her environmental problems."

"Indeed sir." Kirk scratched his forehead. He would have to try and keep his sometimes, perverse sense of humour under control around the Vulcan. Time to change the tone of the conversation. "Well, Mr Spock. What is your opinion on the matriarchal system our new friends live under?"

"Many races live under a matriarchal system, sir. Klingons and humans are the only known species to have mistreated their females."

Kirk glanced at Uhura. "Thankfully, we've grown out of such behaviour."

She smiled at him. "For the most part," she replied.

Kirk nodded, conceding that. "And what about Vulcans?" he asked Spock.

"To Vulcans it is inconceivable to mistreat another, sir. All are equal."

"Then there have been female rulers on your planet?"

"Indeed. Throughout our history there have been many. At present, T'Pau is our leader. To Vulcans a person's abilities are what matters. Gender or race is immaterial. Repression is anathema to us."

"That's very commendable, Mr Spock. I wish our history could say the same."

Uhura glanced at Rand, and they smiled at one another, somehow neither of them surprised that the very masculine Vulcan should believe in equality for all. Officially the advancement of women in Starfleet was equal to the men but there were problems and there was yet to be a female starship captain. It was one area where males dominated; although women commanded smaller ships. Uhura knew that one day, there would be a female starship commander, but it would need a complete revamping of the admiralty before that could happen. More non-humans and more women needed to be in power.

Kirk knew the time had come for him to deal with Gary but wondered what to do. He looked up at the quiet Vulcan, and suddenly realised that with this unique being at his side he felt confident. He thanked whoever it had been at the admiralty who had refused his request for Gary to fill the position of first officer. They had seen more clearly than he, the problems that would have brought.

"Mr Spock, take over. I'll be in my quarters."

Spock nodded and watched as Kirk left the bridge. He surmised that the captain was going to deal with Mitchell. The friendship between the two men was something he was unable to understand, but he knew that Kirk was seeing aspects of Mitchell that had not been obvious before. Spock wondered what Kirk was going to do now. Mitchell's outburst had been a disgrace.

"Mr Spock..." Janice Rand held out a report for him to sign. He took it from her. "Sir, I want to thank you for intervening when Mr Mitchell..."

He signed the report and handed it back to her. "Carry on, yeoman."

She flushed and retreated from the bridge.

As Spocksat in the centre seat his thoughts turned to Kirk and why the human had asked so many questions. Why had he praised Spock so highly in front of the whole bridge crew? It was disquieting to one who held himself aloof from the friendly interactions of the humans. He steepled his fingers and wondered at this young captain who was so different from his predecessor.

***

This time Gary didn't flop into a chair, but stood at attention with two guards flanking him. Kirk didn't look up from his report for some minutes. The words blurred before his eyes but he continued to stare at them and counted the seconds. Finally, he looked up. "Mr Kelowitz, Mr Singh, please wait outside."

Once the men had left, Kirk stared at Gary until the other man, unable to take the disappointment and accusation in his friend's eyes, lowered his head.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Mr Mitchell?" Kirk asked.

"I'm sorry, sir." Mitchell looked at his boots.

"You are sorry. Is that all?"

Mitchell didn't know how to answer.

"What kind of officer would jeopardise an important new contact because the form of an alien repulsed him? What kind of Starfleet officer are you? You've taken all the xeno-biology courses. You've worked with non-humans before. What is wrong with you?"

"I don't know, sir." Mitchell was overcome with shame.

"You don't know. What kind of answer is that?" Kirk demanded.

Gary swallowed. Everything was turning out all wrong. What was he going to say? "Jim..." he murmured.

"I don't understand. I've known you for years. I can't work out why you should be so shocked, so prejudiced over an alien life form. I thought I had your support. You once gave me your unswerving loyalty."

"You still have that, Captain. I swear it." Mitchell's voice was hoarse.

"Look at me," Kirk ordered.

Almost afraid to, Mitchell looked at his captain. "I've been such a fool, sir. I'm sorry. You're the best friend anyone could have and I let you down. I've given you nothing but trouble since I arrived. Set me any punishment you want but please give me the chance to make this up to you." He swallowed. "I'm sorry."

Kirk knew that he should have relented but something stopped him. His trust in Gary had been shaken. He compared Gary to the Vulcan, and realised just how extraordinary Spock was. Cool and efficient in a difficult situation; just who he needed as his second-in-command. He hardened his heart against Gary's contrite expression. A starship couldn't run on favouritism. Gary would have to learn that.

Mitchell knew that Kirk's attitude had not softened, and took fright. There had never been a time when he'd been unable to get round the other man. Yet, he'd never seen Kirk this angry. He had to do something. "Please, Captain, I won't let you down again."

He listened to himself, amazed that he was pleading. It was not in his nature; usually he brazened his way out of any predicament. He closed his eyes for a moment in an effort to stop the sudden tears that threatened to humiliate him further. This couldn't be happening!

Kirk didn't answer. He seemed unaware of Gary's uncharacteristic behaviour as he sat down and drummed his fingers on the desk.

"Jim, what do you want me to do?" Mitchell asked.

Kirk just glared at him and didn't speak.

Sudden anger flared up. "Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg forgiveness? I've done everything else."

That seemed to make Kirk even more furious. "Return to the brig. Reflect on your behaviour. I will not allow insubordination or bigotry on my ship. Dismissed."

Mitchell blinked back another rush of tears. I suddenly occurred to him that on the Enterprise, Kirk's word was law and even old, close friends couldn't antagonise him. Kirk now wielded enormous power that was backed up by the security section and... the Vulcan first officer. Mitchell could no longer treat Kirk in the jocular, familiar way he always had - unless Kirk permitted it. He doubted if he would ever be given that right again.

"Yes, sir," he murmured, and turned to go.

"Mitchell." Kirk's voice stopped him, and he turned back. "If this behaviour continues, I will have no option but to demote you."

Gary swallowed. "It won't, sir. I promise you." He took a step forward, his hand outstretched. "Will you accept my apology."

Kirk ignored the hand. His look was icy. "I will consider it." He called the security men in. "Take Mr Mitchell to the brig."

Kirk waited until he alone then he sunk his head onto his hands. It had been very difficult to ignore those pleas but Gary needed to be taught a lesson. He was genuinely fond of Gary, who had been a good and loyal friend to him, but the other man had some deep character flaws. Now he was discovering more of them and that disturbed Kirk. If he allowed Gary to continue unchecked then his own authority would be undermined. That was something he couldn't permit.

He sat back and the tension in his neck and shoulders was almost intolerable. He needed to relax and, recalling his earlier idea, he decided to go the gymnasium as soon as he'd finished up his paper work.

He called the bridge. "Mr Spock, please remain at the con until the end of your shift. I'm working in my quarters."

"Very well, sir."

"I've confined Mitchell to the brig. Arrange for the navigation staff to work out a rota without him for the present."

Spock's eyebrow rose but he didn't comment.

"Do you think I'm being too harsh on him?"

"Discipline must be maintained, sir."

"Exactly. Mr Spock, I want you to set up an advanced course in xeno-biology. I didn't like how the crew was shocked by the recent encounter. They need to be reminded about the diversity out there. I want them aware of different cultures and their customs. This course will be mandatory."

Spock kept his surprise to himself. This new captain had hidden depths. "Affirmative, sir. I shall begin as soon as possible."

"Excellent. Kirk out."

Spock was aware that the others on the bridge had heard their conversation but made no comment. He was already preparing the course in his mind.

***

To Kirk's surprise, Spock was in the gymnasium. The black-clad Vulcan was working on a machine nicknamed 'The Excruciator' for the way it worked the upper body muscles and the often painful after-effects. Kirk found it a challenge and, over the years, had often tested himself on it. One day, he would beat the record and score over two hundred on the gauge. He glanced at the indicator and his eyes widened. It read two hundred and sixty six and was still rising! He released a low whistle. He's never seen such a high score nor had he ever seen anyone work the machine with such concentration as Spock.

"Amazing, isn't it?" asked a familiar voice. He turned to see McCoy beside him. "We know so little about Vulcans."

Kirk returned to watching the indicator rise. "We must respect their privacy, McCoy. Since first contact, they've given we humans so much. We've needed that help and guidance. Sometimes I wonder if we could've survived in space without them." He was fascinated by the first officer's almost trance-like state.

"Who knows, Captain. But I need to know more about this particular Vulcan. Dr Piper leaves us at Bradley. I'm the one who has to treat Spock if he's ill or injured."

"Surely the medical records..."

"There's very little. He's been disgustingly healthy."

Suddenly aware if their scrutiny, Spock released his grip on the machine's handlebars. "Captain," he said, and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Mr Spock, that's quite an impressive reading. My record is one nine eight and that's considered excellent."

"It is, sir, for a human."

"I see." Kirk was amused by that comment. He noted that Spock was not even sweating. He knew that Vulcans were stronger than humans but...

His thoughts were interrupted by McCoy. "I wouldn't like to meet you in a dark alley. No human would be able to stand up to you."

"I can assure you, Doctor, that I am bred to peace. I do not practice violence and would never take advantage of a physically weaker species."

"Hallelujah for that," McCoy said with a touch of sarcasm. He nudged Kirk. "You wouldn't believe where his heart is."

"Doctor, Vulcans are not alone in being physiologically different to humans." Spock's voice and manner were icy.

Kirk was intrigued by the Vulcan's former statement. "But, Mr Spock, you have been in combat. Every Starfleet officer is trained for that."

"Indeed sir, I have been in combat. I will, however, fight only when there is no alternative."

Kirk knew that Vulcans were reluctant to use physical violence. It had been one of the problems when Starfleet had first been founded. Humans only too willing to get into a fight; Vulcans trying to avoid them. Eventually a compromise had been reached and that had laid the foundations for the prime directive. Humans endeavoured to accept the philosophy of non-violence but Starfleet still had its defensive weapons and all personnel were required to learn to use them.

McCoy was not convinced. "Many other races are different from humans but none, to my knowledge, are as strong as you are."

"You need not be concerned, Doctor. There has been peace on Vulcan for thousands of years. There is no crime. We do not kill or injure for pleasure nor do we kill for food. We are vegetarians."

"Even so, I'd hate being your opponent."

Kirk noted the thin, black-clad figure and saw the power in that lean frame. He wondered what it would be like to work out with someone so much stronger than himself. "Do you test your strength only against the machines?" he asked, suddenly aware that the crowded room had become very silent.

"Indeed, sir. I would not care to injure a human."

"Begging your pardon, sir," a voice interrupted. "I believe a man is not so fragile. I think I could give you a few good rounds of judo or wrestling or anything else you'd care to try."

Kirk recognised Lt Stiles, a belligerent young man from the phaser crew, who was reputed to be the ship's unarmed combat champion.

"I think, sir," Stiles went on, "that all this talk about Vulcan strength is misleading. A machine can't have the responses of a man. A man is superior in all ways to a..." He flushed and broke off under Spock's scrutiny.

The Vulcan stood impassive but Kirk wondered if the others had heard Stiles unspoken word also, or if they had thought him about to say 'machine'.

"Mr Stiles, I assure you that you would not survive very long against me," Spock warned.

"Maybe you're afraid, Mr Science Officer," Stiles mocked. "If I win then your bubble of Vulcan mystique will be well and truly burst. What would that do to your image?"

Kirk did not like the man's tone. It was too close to insolence. "Stiles, I suggest you heed Mr Spock's warning and back off."

"Captain, I'm only challenging him," Stiles urged. "We have combat bouts here all the time. Why doesn't he join in?"

Kirk took in Stiles muscular frame and natural aggression and compared it to Spock's slender figure, yet there was an aura of power surrounding Spock that could not be denied. He'd like to see them in combat, he admitted to himself. "It's up to you, Mr Spock. You've given him fair warning. If you go ahead and he's injured then it's his responsibility, not yours." Kirk pointed at Stiles. "Do you understand, Mister?"

Stiles nodded. "Well Mr Spock. Do you accept my challenge?"

Spock wondered why the captain had placed the responsibility on Stiles. It confused him for a few moments until he realised that Kirk had done it to protect him from any repercussions from his winning. Why would Kirk do such a thing? That confused him all the more. Dismissing it for the moment, he returned his attention to Stiles and assessed the situation. If he refused to fight then he would be mocked. If he accepted and won, he would be feared. He was a senior officer. Better to be feared.

"Very well, Mr Stiles. Any martial arts discipline will suffice." He walked onto a mat. "Prepare yourself."

Stiles grinned and followed him. He would show his friends that he could take on a Vulcan. Better still he would throw him. He crouched, legs astride, preparing for his favourite throw.

The others fanned out in a circle around the combatants. Kirk was watching carefully but all he saw was a blur of motion as Spock grabbed Stiles wrist and effortlessly threw him onto the mat. Stile landed awkwardly, let out a yell of pain, and cradled his wrist. As McCoy knelt to examine Stiles, Spock stepped back and clasped his hands behind him.

"His wrist is broken and I'd guess he'll have a few bruises." McCoy put a hand under Stiles' arm. "We'd better get you to sickbay."

Everyone was staring, with awe, at the Vulcan. Kirk released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He'd never seen anything like it before!

"I regret that Mr Stiles is injured, Captain," Spock said. "I assumed he had been trained to fall correctly."

Kirk looked from the stunned Stiles to the enigmatic Vulcan. "Of course, Mr Spock. You did warn him about the consequences."

"Captain, he tricked me. I wasn't ready." Stiles complained. "He used all his strength on me"

"Indeed, I did not." Spock's tone was harsh. "If I had used full Vulcan strength, your back would be broken."

"Mr Stiles, the responsibility for you injury lies with you," Kirk said. "Go with the doctor and make no further complaint."

"Aye, sir," Stiles said, resignedly, and allowed McCoy to help him to his feet. Chastened, he left without a backward glance.

Kirk noticed that the others now stayed a healthy distance from the Vulcan. He could understand why but he knew the reason why Spock had accepted the challenge. He would have done the same. Sometimes, it was necessary to show who was boss, and the Vulcan had done that very effectively.

"What kind of throw was that?" he asked, intrigued by it. "I've never seen anything quite like it before and unarmed combat is an interest of mine."

Spock stared at some point over Kirk's head. "It is a Vulcan technique used, primarily, to train children. That is why I used it against Stiles. I did not believe it would cause him any injury."

"Children learn this!" Kirk was amazed.

"Affirmative. It is used to improve muscle power and balance."

Highly interested now, Kirk asked. "Would you teach me that throw?"

Spock looked directly at him and Kirk could see the fleeting but startled expression in his eyes. He forced himself not to look away but it was difficult. All the humans on the ship found it uncomfortable to look Spock in the eye. Sheer determination was the only thing that made Kirk hold his ground.

Spock broke the silence. "I do not wish to cause any injury to the captain."

As a sudden thought hit him, Kirk frowned. "Oh, forgive me, Mr Spock. Perhaps it's against your traditions to teach it to an outsider."

Spock blinked several times, but Kirk was still gazing at him. "There is no such restriction, sir."

"Then a human could learn it."

"It does not require strength, sir."

"I see." Kirk tried not to take offence, for he was sure that no insult was intended. It was merely a statement of fact. "Then will you teach me?" he saw the Vulcan's hesitation and added, "I assure you that I know how to fall and I have confidence that you won't injure me."

"Very well, sir," Spock replied. He still had reservations about it but if Kirk wanted to attempt it, then it was his duty to comply.

As Kirk threw off his shirt and boots, Spock was aware of emanations from the watching crew-members. He glanced at them, noting the rapt expressions of the women. He raised his brow. Human sexual attraction was a mystery to him but he deduced that Kirk's muscular frame must have caused the response. Physical attraction was most illogical; surely the meeting of minds was more important. He was unaware that he and Kirk, so different from one another, looked particularly effective together because they complemented one another. He, so dark, lean and alien. Kirk, fair-haired, muscled and handsome in a human way.

Kirk now faced him. "I'm ready."

He listened as Spock explained then demonstrated the throw. It didn't seem too difficult. He soon found out that up against a Vulcan, that it was. He put all of his strength in blocking the throw but, try as he might, he couldn't and spent the next ten minutes landing on the mat. He stood up, once again, and wiped the sweat from his eyes. Spock's grip was like a vice; he couldn't break it.

"Let's try again," he said, with grim determination.

Spock used less strength but once more, Kirk could not keep his feet. Through the physical contact he was aware of the human's frustration, and he wondered how to proceed. The watchers were restless, Kirk's authority could be undermined, and that was not acceptable. That realisation made his decision an easy one.

"Captain, now that you are familiar with the technique perhaps you would wish to throw me."

"I could try." Kirk smiled with grim amusement. He had never been up against anyone as strong as the Vulcan, and was not sure how that made him feel. He hadn't lost at unarmed combat in years...

Spock held out his arms. "Proceed."

Kirk took a deep breath, grabbed the bony wrists of his first officer and felt their strength. Sweat poured from him as he tried to throw the Vulcan but he couldn't budge him.

Spock's acute hearing was taking in the whispered comments of the onlookers and their discomfiture at their captain's repeated failures. Even worse; Kirk's chagrin was painfully forcing itself right through Spock's mental shields.

He made a further decision. "Captain, you must apply more pressure here." He adjusted Kirk's grip on his wrists.

"What am I doing wrong?" Kirk asked, looking up at him, hair plastered down on his sweaty forehead and his face flushed.

"Keep an even balance, then shift your weight onto your right foot and try again. That should upset your opponent's equilibrium."

"Right." Kirk followed the instructions and a few moments later, to his surprise, Spock was on the mat.

Loud applause greeted that and, totally startled, Kirk turned around. He had forgotten about the spectators. He grinned, waved down their noisy response, and turned back to Spock. The Vulcan was already on his feet and in his usual stance; his alien face unreadable. Kirk went over everything he had done and knew, for sure, that he could not have thrown Spock by his own power. The Vulcan had allowed him the throw and he realised why. It had been done so as he would not appear weak in the eyes of the crew. He, a new captain, trying to win the respect and loyalty of that crew appreciated the Vulcan's generous gesture enormously. Why, though, had Spock done it? Was it through a sense of duty? Or was it something else entirely? He didn't know. All he did know was that the Vulcan, this day, had given him a gift.

"Do you wish to stop now, sir?" Spock asked.

Kirk realised he was being given a further gift. Left with a victory not overshadowed with defeat. He wished he understood his first officer and decided he was damn well going to try. Somehow, he knew it was very important to him.

"Mr Spock," Kirk said.

"Sir." Spock, once again, stared into the distance.

"Mr Spock, Mr Spock," Kirk persisted, until the Vulcan looked at him. "Thank you."

"Sir?"

"I know you understand. I know it." Kirk insisted.

Something in the alien eyes changed then Spock bowed his head, but when their eyes met again the Vulcan's were as expressionless as usual. "I am honoured, sir," he said.

Kirk smiled warmly. "I think, I am the one honoured."

Spock's eyebrow rose, but he didn't reply.

Kirk wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "I'm wringing with sweat. Let's go and shower."

"Very well, Captain."

As they walked to the shower room, Kirk commented. "Aren't you tired?"

"No, sir. I have not as yet reached that level."

"You're not even breaking sweat!"

"Vulcan metabolism is different to that of humans, sir. The ship's normal temperature is cold by my standards."

"I see. I hadn't realised," Kirk replied.

They entered the shower room and, as he stripped, Kirk commented. "So little is known about the Vulcan people."

Spock looked away. "We are a private people, sir."

"Yes, I understand that. Y'know, I think that it must be difficult for you to live and work amongst humans."

Surprised, Spock looked at him, seeing how unselfconscious he was standing there in his nakedness. "One becomes accustomed to it, sir."

Kirk grimaced with a certain scepticism but said nothing. He went into a shower booth and let the hot water ease out the aches and pains those falls had caused. Refreshed, he stepped out and suddenly realised that most of his tension had disappeared. He stretched with contentment. The hard exercise had been the best therapy of all. As he dressed he remembered the couple of chess games he'd played with Spock during the short pre-mission trial run. That had de-stressed him too.

"Mr Spock, it's a curious but interesting fact that whenever I am involved in something with you be it chess or exercise, I feel so relaxed. I think you're good for me."

Spock remained perfectly still; willing himself not to show his utter surprise.

"As you must know I spent a bit of time in a regen bed after injury. My fitness is still below par and I can't allow that to continue. Will you show me more of these exercises?" Kirk asked. "If you think they would help me, that is, and if you are willing to teach me." Seeing Spock's hesitation, Kirk added, "It's not a command, only a request. You may refuse if you wish."

Kirk's open gaze made Spock uncomfortable. How was he to deal with this captain who had backed him over the situation with Stiles; who did not flinch from eye contact like the others; who had been able to understand his gesture in the gymnasium and who now asked him for instruction in a Vulcan martial arts discipline. He had to speak but for once, was at a loss for words.

"Mr Spock?" Kirk inquired, in a worried tone. He was sure now that he had offended the Vulcan and wondered why he didn't know more about them to avoid such mistakes.

"I will instruct you, if you wish it, sir," Spock answered. "If you apply your self to it diligently, it is a discipline that will improve your stamina and your fitness"

Kirk smiled with relief. "Thank you, Mr Spock. I appreciate it. We'll fit it in our schedule every day if that is suitable." The Vulcan nodded, and Kirk continued. "Then it's settled."

"Affirmative, sir."

"I'm hungry now. Will you join me for a meal?"

Once more he saw the fleeting surprise in the other's eyes. So he hadn't imagined it after all. This was no cold, unemotional being. Kirk knew for certain now that he could be reached.

"If you wish it, sir," Spock replied.

"I certainly do wish it, Mr Spock."

***

The main rec-room was crowded. Conversation stopped as the two commanding officers entered. Word had spread quickly about the interesting session in the gymnasium. It was unknown for the Vulcan to work out with fellow officers, let alone teach a Vulcan throw.

Kirk smiled at his crew, punched up his choice of meal, and made his way to an empty table. Spock followed and sat down opposite him. The hum of conversation started up again and once it had reached a normal level, Kirk decided to ask the question that had worried him a little, before.

"Mr Spock, you've said you are a touch telepath. Did you read my thoughts when we were in physical contact?"

"I maintain mental shields at all times, sir. I could not possibly read your thoughts. I would not. It is an invasion of privacy."

"I see. Then you could during an accidental touch."

"No, sir. I could only sense your thoughts if you permitted it. However, there are times when I can access stray thoughts and emotions through physical contact, therefore I do not touch nor do I permit others to touch me."

"I see." What a burden his first officer had to bear on this ship full of humans.

Spock, who had found himself too receptive to his captain's emotions, noted the worry had cleared from his face. He had not read any thoughts during the training but had received strong impressions from him that had been impossible to shut out. Kirk had powerful emotions and Vulcan control was, in Spock's case, sometimes less than perfect. His shields were not protecting him enough, around Kirk, he would have to work harder on strengthening them.

He changed the subject. "I regret that you have been bruised."

"Oh, it's nothing. I'll survive. I expect you weren't using full Vulcan muscle on me either," Kirk said with a grin.

"Indeed not, sir."

Kirk laughed. "Mr Spock, I can tell you'll be a most capable ally in a fight. I'll let you know the next time I'm in a fight."

"Sir?" Spock said, obviously confused.

"A joke, Mr Spock. A lame one, I admit."

"I do not understand jokes, sir."

Kirk was fascinated by Spock and wanted to learn more about him. Yet, he was afraid to ask too much in case the very private, first officer thought he was prying. "Mr Spock, when I first came aboard I foolishly resented you being first officer instead of Gary. I know we didn't get off to a very good start during our trials, and I'm sorry about that. I want us to work well together and for our ship to be the finest in the fleet. We need to meld as a team for that to happen. Our five year mission is fraught with so much danger; there are so many unknowns."

Spock listened with keen interest, for no-one had ever spoken to him like this before. He was fascinated.

"There's so much to do. So many places to protect. So much responsibility. Who knows what other kinds of life we'll meet or what battles will need to be fought, what decisions I'll need to make." He held the Vulcan's attention by force of will and wasn't going to let go. "I need your total support. I need all the advice and help you can give me. I need and want your loyalty and your friendship." He saw the shift in those dark eyes but was unaware that he had given Spock one of the biggest shocks of his life.

Spock had never met anyone like Kirk. He was being barraged by the captain's enthusiasm, his emotions, his demands. He tried to withdraw, not knowing how to deal with someone who was reaching out to him on a personal level. He was unused to anyone demanding personal commitment. The occasional one had tried, but he had soon discouraged them. Kirk was different. He would never give up and that alarmed Spock. How was he to answer? He had to remember that this man was commanding officer and had certain rights.

"I have taken the Starfleet oath," he replied.

"I know that. I'm talking about personal loyalty and friendship, Mr Spock." Kirk paused. "That sounds so formal. Do you have another name? What do your friends call you?"

"I have no friends," Spock replied, in a toneless voice.

Kirk was horrified. He'd really put his foot in it this time. He knew the Vulcan was a loner, a recluse, but hadn't realised the extent of his isolation. "I..." he began, deeply embarrassed.

"My family call me Spock. That will suffice."

Kirk swallowed. "Thank you, Spock. Please feel free to call me, Jim." He was thankful to have got over that awkward moment.

"Yes, sir."

Kirk restrained the urge to chuckle, Spock intrigued him more and more. Now, how was he to continue. The Vulcan didn't seem concerned when he had admitted to no friends yet it seemed so unbelievable. Kirk was well aware of the admiration and respect the majority of the crew had for their first officer. Surely he only had to reach out, yet perhaps Spock couldn't do that. A life without friends... The thought made Kirk shudder.

"Do Vulcans not have friends?" he asked.

"Indeed we do, sir. Vulcans value friendship highly. It is, however, not entered into lightly as many humans are prone to do."

"Then you can't be a friend to a human?" Kirk hoped he was wrong about that.

Spock seemed edgy as he answered. "I did not say that, Captain."

"Then..."

"Humans have not fully outgrown their fear of anyone who is different, and many find it difficult to accept the wants and needs of another species. Everything has to be on their terms. They do not understand that their customs are not the only ones and although they do try, it is often not enough."

Kirk didn't know how to answer that. There was a lot of truth in those words, yet surely humans had improved from the early days of space exploration.

"I have observed that human friendships are transitory, unlike the Vulcan bond which is for life," Spock continued.

Kirk tried to answer that. "There are humans who have life-long friendships. In the service though, it's difficult to form lasting relationships and that is due to the life we lead. Surely, though, any kind of friendship is valuable?"

"Perhaps to a human, sir. I do not know."

Kirk sat back; his meal forgotten. "If Vulcans have no emotions then how can they form life-time friendships. Surely such a relationship means liking, even loving, the other person."

"To Vulcans, friendships are based on logic, mutual interests, respect and understanding."

"Surely it must go beyond that to feelings," Kirk argued.

"On that we must differ," Spock replied.

Kirk leaned his elbow on the table. "I have often wished for a deep and abiding friendship. To have someone know me so completely; to know another like that." He sighed. "Then you would never be alone or afraid. You would face the adversities of life together."

He was aware of Spock's intense scrutiny but didn't flinch from it. Words came unbidden from his lips. "I see that your friendship will need to be earned, Spock."

Spock was at a loss for words. How was he answer? Could he dismiss such a sincere offer? Could he refuse it? How could he accept? He lowered his gaze, to hide his confusion, and tried to concentrate on his food. He could not understand this human. Never had he been so uncertain. He reached for his years of Vulcan discipline. Why was it becoming so difficult to maintain?

"I ask your pardon, sir," he said, at last. "I have no emotions. I do not know if friendship with a human is possible. I mean no offence. You must understand that I am Vulcan."

"You are half-human," Kirk blurted out; immediately regretting it on seeing the sudden aloofness on Spock's face. "I'm sorry," he added.

"You state a fact, sir, but I am Vulcan in all ways." Cursing himself for all kinds of a fool, Kirk reached out to touch the Vulcan's arm, then remembered and lowered his hand to the table. How could he get through to this strange, withdrawn being? Yet he was comfortable with Spock and relaxed around him. How incongruous that seemed. He sighed, picked up his coffee and took a sip.

He grimaced. "It's cold."

Spock, who had been becoming more and more uncomfortable at the way the conversation was going, jumped at the opportunity to move. "May I bring you another cup, sir?"

"Oh, thank you," Kirk murmured.

The Vulcan walked over to the coffee pot and poured out a fresh cup. It gave him the time needed to gather his jangled thoughts together. At first he had believed himself unable to work with Kirk but these last weeks, in particular the chess games, the incident with Mdorn, today in the gymnasium, had forced him to reassess the man. Kirk had admirable qualities. He was a born commander. Yet, he was very human and made difficult, if not impossible, demands of Spock. The situation disturbed the Vulcan but he hid it behind a calm exterior. Picking up the cup, he returned to the table and handed Kirk the coffee.

Kirk smiled up at him. "Thank you, Spock."

Engrossed in his thoughts, Spock did not - until he sat down -notice the quiet that had descended on the room. As Kirk glanced around curiously, the hum started up again. "Did I miss something, Spock?" he asked.

The Vulcan sipped his fruit drink. "I believe they were surprised that I brought you coffee, sir."

Kirk was curious. "Not something you usually do?"

"I have never done it before," Spock replied. His voice revealed a touch of confusion.

"I am honoured, then," Kirk stated, in all seriousness. He leaned forward. "Doesn't it bother you that the news of the captain tossing his first officer about in the gym is all over the ship. And now, the latest gossip will be about that first officer bringing his captain coffee." As he voiced it, the thing seemed so trivial, yet Kirk knew that anything concerning the Vulcan acting out of the ordinary would be mulled over.

"Indeed not, sir. You are my commanding officer. I would not allow another such a privilege."

Kirk was unsure if he was being complimented or lectured but, as he drank his hot coffee, decided that he didn't care. He liked and trusted Spock and was going to learn to understand him, no matter how long it took.

"I don't expect any further concessions in the gym," he said.

"There will be none, sir. You shall have to work hard to build up strength. Once that is accomplished, it might be possible to throw me."

"I'll work. I'll be a conscientious student. I promise," Kirk vowed.

"Excellent," Spock replied.

After a moment, Kirk said, "I apologise if this has all been too personal for you. It's just that I feel I can talk to you. Isn't that strange? I hardly know you, we're from different species, and up until recently we didn't get on too well. Yet, I feel comfortable with you in a way I don't with others. I know I can trust you implicitly." He watched for any reaction.

Spock was unable to take Kirk's gaze again. He swallowed. Why did the human feel this way? He was being truthful, Spock sensed that, and was so trusting. He was willing to talk with him on equal terms, risk his vulnerable body to what was potentially a dangerous martial art; as if he was sure that Spock would never permit him to come to any real harm. What was happening here? Vulcan discipline was wavering. How was that possible? Yet, there was something in Spock that wanted to accept Kirk's friendship, wanted to return it. He had been alone for so long.

Kirk knew that he had reached Spock in some way. The mask had slipped a few times to reveal the true person beneath. Kirk suspected that no-one had ever approached Spock in quite this way before. He would persist and get to the real Spock, even if it took weeks, months. He knew, for certain now, that his relationship with the Vulcan was his most important aboard ship. Why hadn't he realised it before, when he had first taken over as captain. Why had he not taken the time to get to know Spock then? What a fool he had been, hoping that Spock might resign and that Gary could fill his shoes.

"Captain, you honour me," Spock interrupted his musings. "However, what you say is difficult for me to understand. It is something I am unused to."

"Oh come now, Spock. You sure don't repel humans. Have you seen the way women look at you?" Kirk couldn't help but tease.

"I do not understand, sir."

Kirk grinned. "Spock, I've gone over your file. It's filled with glowing recommendations from your previous commanding officers. I know the esteem in which you're held. Humans like you. I like you and, as I've said, trust you. Even with my life, Spock. Crazy isn't it. You with no emotions, me highly emotional, and we're drawn to one another. Or... perhaps it's just me drawn to you." He waited for any reaction to that and saw a slight change in the alien eyes.

"No human has spoken to me like you have, Captain," came the cautious reply.

"And what do you make of it?"

"It is difficult to comprehend, sir."

"Spock, I'm being unfair to you," Kirk conceded. "I shouldn't question you like this. I'm sorry."

"I believe we shall have many interesting discussions," Spock said..

"I sincerely hope so," Kirk replied, with a pleased grin.

A voice intruded. "Hi, Jim, can I join you?"

Kirk looked up at McCoy. "Sure. How is Stiles?"

"He'll live. It was a clean break. No complications." McCoy sat down.

Spock seized the chance to escape. "If you will excuse me, sir."

Kirk was annoyed at the interruption, for he had been very much enjoying his conversation with Spock. "Sure, Spock," he said.

The Vulcan stood, inclined his head, and left the table.

"He's always so damn polite," McCoy muttered, under his breath as Spock reached the door, and now stood talking with one of his staff. "You did a real fool thing, Jim. Didn't you see what he did to Stiles? You shouldn't take on someone with that kind of strength.!"

Kirk became angry. "I wasn't taking him on, McCoy. That's what Stiles was doing. I only asked him to help me regain my fitness. If I get hurt, it'll be my fault not his. One day I might need that little bit extra his training will give me." He smiled, to take the edge of his reprimand. "Bones, he was really gentle with me and patient. Strange that someone that strong should be so gentle. Anyway it's a challenge to be up against a stronger opponent."

"You could build up your strength with the fitness coach, Jim. He's more your match." McCoy sighed. "It's your body, Jim. I hope you know what you're doing, that's all."

"I have complete trust in Spock, and I like him."

***

Vulcan hearing could be a curse, Spock decided, not for the first time as he heard McCoy's objections. As he was about to leave the room, Kirk's words filtered through to him. Something seemed to clear in his mind as he realised that Kirk could really be trusted. Never before had he felt able to completely trust a human. He knew how fickle they could be, yet his captain was different from anyone he had met before.

He exited into the corridor and, preoccupied with his thoughts, bumped into a tall, blonde woman. "I beg your pardon," he said, politely, recalled her name from the files, and added, "Nurse Chapel."

She grabbed the wall for support and her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him. "S... Sir, it was my fault." She flushed and stammered.

"No, it was mine. Please excuse me." He inclined his head, then walked away.

Christine stared after him, seeing his lithe, cat-like walk, his slim but powerful body, and her knees felt weak. She smiled. Life on this ship was going to be very interesting.

***

McCoy was not convinced by Kirk's approval of the Vulcan, but didn't pursue the matter. He needed to talk to Kirk about another matter. "What are you gonna do about Gary?"

Kirk had forgotten about Gary for a while. He sighed and replied, "He'll stay in the brig for a day or so to cool off. He needs to see sense. I don't care who he is, Bones, but he can't defy me in that way. I won't let him question my decisions with the voice of prejudice."

"I just spoke to him and he's very upset. I've never seen him so full of remorse. You can't let him suffer like this."

Kirk's anger returned. "What about the way he treated me? I'm his commanding officer and he calls my decisions into question in front of the crew. He shows me no respect. If I allow it to continue, he would undermine my authority. A captain must maintain his crew's respect. When I think of the respect I receive from my non-human first officer, the assistance and support he gives me and this from someone I hardly know... Gary is my oldest friend but I know him less than I do Mr Spock." He stood. "Discipline on this ship is my problem. I'll deal with it."

"I know he needs taking down a peg or two..."

"Exactly. And that's just what I'm going to do before it gets out of hand."

***

Spock reached his quarters and prepared for meditation. He sat cross-legged, in front of the fire-shrine, and tried to find calm but it eluded him. Kirk's words reverberated in his mind. Spock had total recall and every word and gesture replayed itself in accurate detail. His life had been well-ordered until Kirk had entered into it. Now life was becoming very complicated.

The captain had shaken him today. Spock took a deep breath. He was a Vulcan and would not permit any human to disturb his tranquillity. Friendship with a human! Impossible. He must strengthen his barriers and control his annoying human traits. He must be a Vulcan, yet even a Vulcan had to recognise his captain's wishes, respect him and carry out his commands. Kirk had not ordered Spock to teach him Tzunnar, nor dine with him, but he had asked and it would have been ill-mannered to refuse. The human was reaching out to him on a level that Spock did not understand. To reach back and take the friendship offered was tempting, but Spock was afraid to do so. He closed his eyes and tried to meditate but it was difficult.

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