A Gift Beyond Price

Part two

Kirk knew he couldn't put off the meeting with Gary forever, nor could he keep him in the brig any longer. He would have to face him and hope that his friend had learned his lesson. After his next training session, and meal, with Spock he invited the first officer to his quarters.

"I want you here when I see Mitchell," he said, as they entered. He wanted him there to impress on Gary, that the first officer was very alien. He also wanted Spock there for support.

Spock did not understand, for surely it was a personal matter between Kirk and Mitchell, but he made no comment.

Two security men brought Mitchell to Kirk's quarters. Mitchell was edgy. During his time in the brig there had been no word from Jim, apart from an order to study a course on alien life. He had spent hours on it but had also had the time to think on the behaviour that had put him in the brig. On their last ship, Jim would never have put him there yet he, Gary, would not have spouted such defiance. He didn't know, yet, if Jim had relented but he also had never known him to be such a tough disciplinarian. Of course, wise men didn't defy their captain in the way he had done.

As they entered the captain's cabin, the security officers were dismissed and he waited, hoping that Kirk would ask the first officer to leave also. It didn't happen. Gary swallowed his fear and remained still.

"Well, Mr Mitchell," Kirk snapped. "Have you spent your time in the brig constructively? Did you study Commander Spock's course?"

"Yes, sir," he replied, paling at Kirk's angry tone. Where was the usually understanding friend?

"And what did you learn?"

Gary cleared his throat. "That only a small percentage of life is human, sir." He glanced at the stern Vulcan and then at Kirk, noting his unyielding stare. He focused on a point on the wall, unable to look at either of them. "A higher percent are humanoid and there are many species of intelligent non-humanoid life.

"What else?" Kirk demanded.

"All should be respected. We must learn to see their points of view and abide by their customs. We should always attempt to seek a common ground."

"Very good, Mr Mitchell." Kirk's voice was scornful. "It's what we were taught at the academy. I wonder why you forgot it."

Spock watched his captain with genuine surprise. He could not believe the human's coldness to his friend. He would not have understood that Kirk wanted to talk with Mitchell, reason with him as a friend, but was held back by the worry that it might be construed as showing favouritism and the further fear that Mitchell had not repented.

"I don't know, sir," Mitchell answered. "But I won't forget again."

He dared a glance at Kirk, only to see the hostility in his eyes. He felt a lump in his throat and tears stung his eyes. He swallowed hard. He would not break down here. He would not.

"You had better not forget, Mitchell, or I'll boot you down to ensign so fast you won't know what hit you."

"Yes, sir." Mitchell bent his head, trying to hide his feelings.

Kirk sat down. He was only too aware of the other man's distress. Could he go through with this? He looked up at Spock, as if for help.

Spock remembered the cheerful, relaxed man of only twenty minutes ago and compared him to the strained individual who now met his eyes. How could he help Kirk? He was the first officer hence discipline was also one of his own responsibilities.

"Mr Mitchell," Spock said, sharply.

"Sir." Mitchell glanced at him then looked down again.

"Apart from some minor infractions, your record is an excellent one. However, Captain Kirk will not tolerate such irresponsible behaviour from a senior officer. We are expected to set an example. You, in the privileged position of the captain's friend, have an even greater responsibility."

Kirk was watching him with interest, and obviously glad of the respite. The human was emotionally drained, Spock sensed. Spock let his hand drop to the back of Kirk's chair. "Captain Kirk expects a higher standard of behaviour from you. It is his right, and it is your duty to give it willingly. Your every action aboard this ship should reflect your respect and obligation to your friend and captain. He is your commanding officer and his position must not be jeopardised by your behaviour. Your loyalty to Captain Kirk must be absolute."

Determination encompassed Kirk. If that was Spock's definition of friendship then Kirk was more desperate than ever to have the Vulcan as a friend. Spock's friendship would be the rock that he could lean on. He needed and wanted that. He would win the Vulcan over somehow. They would forge a working partnership that would make them the best command team in the fleet. He breathed deeply and took strength from Spock.

"Well, Mitchell?" he asked.

Mitchell's shame threatened to overcome him. "Captain, Mr Spock is right. Once again I offer my apology and... beg you to accept." His eyes burned and he struggled to maintain some control. "I'll do my utmost to regain your trust. I will be worthy of it."

Kirk could not hold onto his anger any longer. He couldn't bear to see him so miserable. "I accept your apology. Return to duty." He stood up and clasped his hands behind his back.

He controlled the urge to comfort his friend, as he remembered the Gary who had saved his life. The laughing, joking Gary of academy days; the friend closer to him than his own brother.

Mitchell let out a shuddering breath. Jim had accepted the apology but had he really forgiven him? Emotion overcame him and he had to know. He couldn't leave this room not knowing. He forgot the Vulcan was there and stepped round the side of the desk to grip Kirk's arm. "Jim," he whispered. "I'm sorry." A tear slid down his face. "Jim, please." He sobbed once; harshly.

Kirk stared at him, for a moment, then pulled him into a one-armed hug. Gary pressed his face against his friend's shoulder. All the months of recovery, the hurt at not being Jim's first officer, his irresponsible behaviour and his punishment in the brig, all combined in one moment of unendurable pain.

"Gary, it's all right," Jim soothed. His throat caught. Had he been so harsh on Gary to break him like this? He had never intended that.

Spock, caught unawares, fought to maintain his composure. The emanations from the humans were so intense they were causing him physical pain. He tried to shore up his shields then watched the two men with fascination. How could Kirk draw such an extreme response from Mitchell? His punishment did not seem, to Spock, to merit such a display.

Mitchell pulled away after a short time. Spock sensed that he was embarrassed, and humiliated by his own behaviour. "Permission to leave, sir," he said.

Kirk was filled with compassion now. "Granted," he replied.

Once Mitchell had left, Kirk sat down again. "Well, Mr Spock, I'm sorry you were witness to such an emotional display. I didn't expect anything like that from him."

"I do not understand his responses."

Kirk shrugged. "Guilt. Shame. I didn't realise putting him in the brig would be so hard on him." He clasped his hands together on the table-top. "He and I have been like brothers yet I didn't quite realise the extent of his feelings for me."

"Is that what you humans call love?" Spock asked. "The feeling behind your friendships?"

"I guess so," Kirk said. "You saw it there in all its rawness."

"It appears to cause much distress."

"Indeed it can." Kirk smiled. "But at other times it's the most glorious feeling of all."

"It is most peculiar, Captain."

"It sure is." Kirk chuckled, but he seemed weary. "Relationships can be very trying. I'm glad you were here, Spock. You gave me excellent support." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "What you said to him. Do you really believe him privileged to be my friend?"

Spock knew he was on dangerous ground. "Affirmative, sir."

Kirk grinned with real pleasure, and Spock had difficulty in maintaining his shields against that particular smile. It had been directed at him before and had a quality that was hard to ignore. He drove back the warmth it inspired in him, a feeling he did not know how to deal with. "I wish you would be my friend," Kirk said.

"Feelings are alien to me, sir. I cannot comprehend human friendship." Spock knew that his words were clipped, cold, and harsh.

"So you've told me, but you do understand respect. You give me respect."

"The respect due to a commanding officer, sir."

"It has nothing to do with feelings?" Kirk asked, an appeal in his eyes.

"Not to a Vulcan, sir," Spock replied.

"One day, Spock, I promise you. We will be friends. I know it."

Spock was silent for he had no answer to give.

Kirk seeing it was useless, didn't say any more about it. He sniffed and rubbed at his forehead. He would have never believed that the brash, confident Gary could be so humble. He reached out and touched the Vulcan's arm. "Thanks for all your support." The muscles under his hand stiffened and he released his grip. "Um... sorry."

"If you will excuse me, sir, I have experiments to check on."

Kirk nodded but he was disappointed on being unable to sway Spock. After the Vulcan left, Kirk considered what his enigmatic first officer had meant when he had said that Gary was privileged to be Kirk's friend? Would he ever understand Spock? Why was he so desperate for the Vulcan's friendship anyway? Never in his life had Kirk had to fight for anyone's regard for he made friends easily. He tried to be honest with himself. Was Spock a challenge to him? No, it wasn't that. He liked and admired the Vulcan. He wanted them to be the best team in the fleet. He would persist. One day, he had promised Spock, they would be friends. It was a gut instinct and those were usually right. Kirk relied on such instincts and they rarely let him down. It would all work out; of that he was sure.

He put thoughts of Spock out of his mind and pondered about Gary. Things could not be left as they were.

Mitchell was surprised to see Kirk at his door. "Come in, Captain."

"I came to see if you were okay," Kirk said.

Mitchell shrugged. "I'm fine. I've only been reprimanded and humiliated by my old buddy, Captain James T Kirk."

"Gary, you were not humiliated," Kirk denied.

"Why was the Vulcan there? Did you want him to reprimand me too - and he did. Couldn't you handle it by yourself?"

Coming here had been a mistake, Kirk realised. Gary's attitude hadn't changed and he was making things worse. He turned and headed for the door.

Mitchell, on seeing the expression on Kirk's face, knew that he had angered his friend again. Remorseful, he dived in front of him. "Jim. Wait."

Kirk, furious now, grabbed Gary's arm, twisted it up his back and slammed him up against the wall. "I came here to try and make things right and you persist in antagonising me again. What the hell is wrong with you? Whatever it is, I don't have to put up with it."

Pain shot up Mitchell's arm. Kirk was strong. Mitchell hadn't beaten him in unarmed combat for years.

"Damn you," Kirk said, as he realised what he was doing. He released Gary and flexed his fingers. "I shouldn't have lost my temper. You're not worth it. I have more important things to do with my time."

Mitchell turned around. "I don't know why you bother with me, Jim."

Kirk became very serious. "You're my friend. You saved my life."

"I'm also a pain in the ass!"

Kirk suddenly laughed and his anger seemed to slip away. "That's true," he agreed.

Mitchell grinned for a moment, then became serious. "I appreciate that I've made life difficult for you. I accept that you had to make an example of me. I just regret not being man enough to accept that discipline." He chewed at his lip. "I never thought you could be that tough, Jim."

"Neither did I, Gary," Kirk admitted.

"You made me beg, Jim."

"I didn't. You did it." Kirk shot back.

"Shocked you, didn't I?"

"Shocked yourself," Kirk retaliated.

"Yeah, and I may never recover from it." He grinned and held out his hand.

Kirk took it and they shook hands. "No more problems, Gary. Please."

"No more problems, Captain friend. I'll take your first officer's recommendation and put you first for a change."

Kirk wished he could believe him but it would take time for his trust in Gary to be restored. He felt so alone. Gary was the only person aboard that Kirk knew well but he could not be trusted. Kirk wondered how he was going to endure the burden of command alone. The only time he was at ease was when he was with Spock but even that was strangely unsatisfying. The Vulcan was still so withdrawn.

Gary's voice penetrated his thoughts. "Hey let's go to the gym and unwind."

Kirk shook his head. "I'm on duty right now. I was there earlier. Mr Spock is giving me regular fitness training. That's enough for one day. He's a tough taskmaster and a lot stronger than I am."

Jealously surged through Mitchell but he tried to hide it. "Okay, Jim. Another time, maybe."

After Kirk left, Gary brooded for a long time.

***

It took another four days to reached Athena two. During that time Mitchell tried hard to behave and there had been no further problems. The ship ran flawlessly under an efficient crew, and Spock trained Kirk in Tzunarr. Kirk enjoyed every minute of it and was already reaping the benefits. His tension had eased and, although physically tired after each bout, he soon regained his energy. His fitness level had improved and he relished each small gain.

Afterwards they would dine, and a camaraderie seemed to grow between them. Kirk wondered, though, if it was his imagination and was never entirely sure if the Vulcan enjoyed his role as teacher, or if he was aware of Kirk's pleasure in his company. During their meals they would talk about many different subjects and Kirk was impressed by the science officer's wide knowledge.

To his surprise, Spock found himself more at ease with Kirk than he had ever been with anyone. Kirk treated him with respect, combined with an easy familiarity; a way that no-one had ever done before. The captain was an excellent pupil and there had been rapid improvement in the short time he had been in training. Spock found himself looking forward to the time spent in the gymnasium with Kirk, and to the meals afterwards. There, he would listen to Kirk speak about previous missions, his hopes and dreams for the future, and somehow, to sit there and converse with him, seemed the logical thing to do.

"Do you think I'm improving?" Kirk asked, as they sat in the rec-room.

"Indeed, sir. Your progress is excellent." There was genuine delight on Kirk's face, and Spock added, "I am convinced that you will soon accomplish a throw."

Kirk's eyes widened. "You think so?"

"I do, Captain." Spock watched with interest as Kirk bounced up and down on his chair with a boyish happiness. What had he said to cause such a reaction? Would he ever understand this man?

"I'm going to work at it until I do. Don't go easy on me, Spock. I may come up against a much stronger opponent one day, and need those skills."

"Indeed, you may, sir."

Kirk leaned forward. "Are you ready for chess?" His eyes twinkled.

Spock had trouble keeping his distance from the human's enthusiasm. "Indeed, sir. If you wish it."

"Good. Playing chess with you stimulates my mind. I'm determined to beat you again."

Spock raised both brows. Chess with his captain was intellectually stimulating for him also. Kirk's unorthodox playing was a challenge to him and, during their last game, Spock had almost fallen into several traps. Until Kirk, he had not played with a human for many years. Humans did not like to be out-manoeuvred so easily and Spock had restricted himself to playing against the computer. The problem there was that machines were limited and unable to leap beyond their programming.

Captain Kirk was different to other humans. He was unpredictable in his play and made moves that no Vulcan would consider. Spock's admiration for him grew, not only for his occasional brilliant play, but for the way he accepted defeat; not with ill-humour or resentment but with a keen interest in analysing Spock's game and by his determination to learn.

"Maybe that time I was just plain lucky," Kirk continued. "I have never played with anyone as good as you before. Spock, you must be at grand-master level."

"Your play is erratic at times, but you show promise, sir."

"Why thanks for the compliment," Kirk said, with a grin. "I can't deny that it's unpleasant being outmatched. It doesn't do much for the ego, but it's the only way to learn. Right?" He grimaced. "Anyway, it'll help, along with your Tzunarr training, to keep me from thinking myself all-powerful. The command chair is a potent symbol of power. I don't want to be corrupted by that, like some captains have."

The Vulcan looked, with new respect, at his captain. Kirk might be the youngest starship commander in history, but he was not inexperienced nor was he arrogant like Mitchell. He showed respect for all life-forms and, despite his sometimes boyish behaviour and youthful appearance, possessed a maturity beyond his years. Most human starship captains were over forty years old when it was judged that they had left the follies of youth behind. There had been mistakes, in the past, when younger captains had run their ships unwisely.

For the admiralty to have given Kirk the Enterprise meant that they considered him an exceptional officer, but Spock pondered anew why they had appointed himself as first officer instead of Kirk's own choice. Perhaps, someone had thought that Kirk, mature and responsible as he was, he would need the cautionary and logical advice of a Vulcan.

"I do not believe that power will corrupt you, sir. That you are aware of the risk shows that you will not be tempted."

"You think so?" I hope you're right."

"Vulcans are always correct in such matters," Spock replied, in his best lecturing tone.

Kirk laughed out loud, an action that caused the other people in the room to look at them. "Mr Spock, you have made my day," Kirk said.

"Sir, you are being illogical," Spock said, in the same tone. "A day cannot be made. It is..." He stopped, as Kirk laughed again, and frowned. Why was the human laughing? It was illogical. Kirk was illogical. Humans were illogical.

"Oh, Spock!" Kirk said, once his laughter had died away. "You're good for me, d'you know that?"

"I am honoured, sir," was all that Spock could think of to say. He was puzzled by Kirk's words and behaviour.

"Come on, let's get in that game of chess before we arrive at Athena. We've only got three hours."

"We arrive at Athena two in three point two hours, sir," Spock corrected.

"Three point two hours," Kirk repeated, with a grin.

"Affirmative, sir."

"If you say so." Kirk got to his feet.

Spock stood, as well, and followed Kirk to the door.

Gary Mitchell, seated with McCoy at a nearby table, watched them go. He was annoyed, for he had lost Jim's confidence and, try as he might, it was very difficult to approach his old friend. He told himself that the responsibility of Kirk's new command had changed things between them, but his conscience nagged him. He had failed Kirk at crucial times and it would take hard work to regain his friend's respect. He had grown so used to the relaxed camaraderie of the past, that he now missed it a lot. Mitchell chewed at his lip. He resented the Vulcan who seemed to be with Jim at all times.

He had been at the gym today to see one of the famous bouts between Kirk and Mr Spock. He hoped that he might be asked to participate but on seeing the seemingly, impossible set of moves the Vulcan had taken Jim through, he had been glad to remain in the background. Jim, taking fall after fall, only seemed exhilarated. At one point, he had slid and crashed down towards a landing that could have broken his neck but the Vulcan, in an amazingly speedy response, had grabbed Kirk round the chest and had set him on his feet. Mitchell had left after seeing Kirk's gratitude and thanks over that.

McCoy's words seeped through to him. "Trust Jim to take on a non-emotional being and force him to recognise that charisma of his."

"Jim is the most charismatic person, I've ever met, but do you really think that the Vulcan even notices?" Mitchell sneered.

McCoy shrugged. "Well, Mr Spock scares the hell outta me when he gives me that stare of his. Y'know the one."

"I know it." Mitchell remembered the time in Kirk's cabin when Spock had reprimanded him. "It's as if he can see what's going on in your mind."

"Doesn't seem to bother Jim."

"He's always been fascinated by aliens. You know that."

"Yeah, I know, Gary, but that alien is too damn strong. I worry about Jim getting injured."

Mitchell recalled how the Vulcan had saved Jim from a nasty fall. He had seen Jim throw himself so trustingly into difficult and dangerous exercises. He thought about the years he had known Jim Kirk and his way of understanding others. What had Jim seen in the cold, aloof first officer?

In his quarters, Kirk tipped his king in defeat then sat back. He stretched his arms above his head then clasped them behind his head. He felt great. Why did he feel so alive around Spock? He met the dark-eyed curious stare of his chess opponent. "Can't wait for a rematch. Guess I'm a glutton for punishment."

"I beg your pardon, sir?"

"Just an expression." Kirk was unsure how to explain it.

He was saved the trouble by a call from Mr Scott telling them that were approaching Athena two, and there was no response to their hails. Nor were there any Vulcan life-signs. Kirk acknowledged, then called a meeting of department heads.

***

The officers assembled in the briefing room and waited for Kirk. Spock called up all available data on the survey team and the planet. The Vulcans were an experienced scientific group and for them to have been out of touch for so long did not bode well. The planet was a class M world but it was mainly desert and more suitable for Vulcans than humans. The survey teams reports had been sparse then had ceased entirely. They had mentioned ruins indicating a past civilisation but had not discovered any intelligent life.

Kirk entered. Spock stood and the others followed his example. Mitchell was last, scrambling awkwardly to his feet. Kirk noted everything. "Be seated," he said.

He listened to the various reports and didn't like what he heard. A team of Vulcan specialists, the best in the Federation, out of contact for so long...No life-readings on this part of the planet that housed their base camp. He made his decision. "I will head a landing party consisting of Mr Spock, Dr McCoy and three security officers. We beam down in thirty minutes."

Spock disagreed with Kirk's choice of personnel but how was he to tell the captain of his objections? Perhaps his only choice was to be blunt. "Captain, it is unwise for both of us to be on the landing party. The situation on Athena two is an unknown one. I am expendable. You are not. It is logical that..."

"Mr Spock, I'm not the kind of captain who leads from the bridge." Kirk knew he had to make his position clear from the start. "It's not my way and you'll have to get used to it. The missing team is my responsibility and I must be planet-side to judge the situation. I want you there in your capacity as science officer and as a Vulcan, suited to the terrain. Dr McCoy's presence is self-explanatory and having three security men there is standard procedure. Do you still object?"

Mitchell covered a grin. He had seen Jim override this kind of objection before. How would the Vulcan deal with it? Would he be intimidated by the captain? Could a Vulcan be intimidated?

Spock was taken aback by the suddenly assertive Kirk. There was a certain logic to Kirk's words but Spock was unsure if it was truly valid. Surely it was more logical for one of them to be on the ship, whilst the other headed the landing party? Yet he could only give advice. The captain made the final decision. Unless Kirk was in breach of regulations, Spock could not force him to remain on board.

"I have stated my objections, sir. I stand by them. However, the decision is yours."

Kirk had been worried that Spock might stop him beaming down; tying him up in regulations somehow. The Vulcan, however, had accepted his authority on the matter - albeit reluctantly - and Kirk was relieved. "Thank you. I welcome all your advice, your objections, and input that you or my officers can give me." He hesitated. He had treated Spock abruptly; there was no excuse for that. "Mr Spock, I ask your pardon for interrupting. It was ill-mannered of me."

Those around the table watched the confrontation with interest. All were quite aware that it was not the usual power struggle between captain and first officer. Mitchell, who knew Kirk better than anyone, had seen Kirk's insecurity in the manner in which he had interrupted Spock. For him to apologise meant that he cared, very much, about the Vulcan's opinion of him and didn't want to antagonise him.

Spock met his captain's eyes. Kirk was like no commanding officer he had ever served with. Unpredictable, illogical, but willing to apologise in public if he felt he was wrong. Spock inclined his head, and accepted the apology. It would have been ill-mannered of him to refuse.

Kirk smiled a little, stood up, and the others followed suit - all except Mitchell who after a few moments jumped to his feet as the captain left.

Spock glared at Mitchell. "You will show the captain proper respect, Mr Mitchell. You will stand when he enters the room and when he departs. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," Mitchell said. He released a sharp breath as Spock left and received a sympathetic look from McCoy.

***

The heat on Athena two hit the humans full force. Spock found it pleasant; close to Vulcan temperatures. They had beamed down to the survey team's base camp and found it destroyed. They searched amongst the rubble for any clue that would indicate what had happened. Spock's tricorder sensed no Vulcan life-signs within range; which was what he had expected. He knelt down to examine a piece of thermo-concrete that had once been a part of the scientists' shelter.

"Captain, over here." McCoy pointed amongst the rubble to where a skull stared at them through empty eye sockets. "One of the science team," Spock stated, searching with keen eyesight for other signs. He soon found them. Their worst fears had been realised. What had killed ten Vulcans and reduced their camp to this?

"Beam down a team to help you collect the remains, Doctor, then stay aboard. There's nothing more you can do here."

McCoy nodded and began his grisly task.

"Fan out," Kirk told the others. "Phasers on stun. Whatever, or whoever, did this might be close by."

"There is nothing within the range of my tricorder, sir," Spock said.

"Keep scanning."

After McCoy had left, they continued to search the surrounding area but found nothing except simple plant and animal life. Kirk looked at the orange, desert sands, and thought how lovely it was. It was hot though and the glare of the sun seemed to have intensified. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and took some water from their supplies. He studied the large rocks, some seventy five metres away, but nothing seemed to be hiding there.

"There are no records, sir," Spock remarked. "Vulcan scientific teams keep meticulous records. Their absence is most disquieting."

None of them noticed the flying creatures until it was too late. Spock, the first to realise they were under attack, called a warning but the creatures were upon them before they were able to defend themselves. Large, powerful wings beat them down. The stench of decay choked them. Half stunned, Kirk was aware of being stripped of his phaser and communicator. Hands, tipped with sharp claws, prodded and scratched him. He struggled and tried to fight but the attacker's strength easily overpowered him.

Suddenly, he was allowed to slump to the ground. He tried to breathe in fresh air but the stink of the creatures remained in his nostrils and it was difficult to keep from retching. He rolled half onto his side and saw his men nearby. Green blood oozed from a cut on Spock's arm but he was aware and waiting for a chance against the aliens. The three security officers lay stunned as large, humanoids with vulture-like wings stood over them menacingly. Kirk groaned with pain and rolled back. There had to be something he could do.

"Captain." Spock's voice was close. The Vulcan had managed to crawl over to him. "They have taken our phasers and communicators but I still have my tricorder. I will activate the universal translator."

"Maybe we can reason with them." He tried to sit up but nausea overcame him. "Help me stand," he said.

Spock took hold of Kirk's arm and half-lifted him to his feet. Kirk wavered but Spock supported him until he was steady then stepped back a pace and adjusted the tricorder controls.

Kirk faced one of the beings. Something told him that it was the leader. He noted its leathery wings and painted humanoid body. It had a thin face with large, oval, yellow eyes, dangerous-looking fangs, and long unkempt grey hair. The awful stench from its body made Kirk want to gag. He forced himself to stand straight. "I am Captain James Kirk of the United Federation of Planets starship Enterprise. We are on a peaceful rescue mission. We search for people who look like this man." He indicated Spock. "Can you help us?"

The being's mouth opened and a long, forked tongue protruded. "Welcome, Captain. I am Xan. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Kirk had not expected that and sudden hope emerged.

"The others, like the one who stands by your side, were stringy and tough." Xan went on. "You and those ones will make a tastier meal."

A chill slithered down Kirk's spine. "You cannot eat human flesh."

"We are predators. We are carnivores. We like to kill and eat the flesh of warm-blooded creatures. It is a delicacy for us."

Kirk swallowed in fear. He met Spock's eyes and the Vulcan's gaze steadied him. He turned to face the alien. "If it's meat you want, we can supply it. There's no need to kill us."

The alien laughed; a hissing guttural sound. "We do not want dead meat. We prefer it alive. Fear gives it a pungent flavour that we crave."

His eyes raked over Kirk; saliva dripping from the fanged mouth.

Spock stepped in front of Kirk. "There is no logic in that. We can supply you with meat. Why do you wish to kill when it is unnecessary? You are intelligent beings. To take life indiscriminately is not the act of an advanced culture."

The creature hissed. "You will see the pleasure we take in the kill. I will leave you to the last, after I have tasted the succulent ones."

Kirk realised that Spock was physically shielding him. He had belatedly realised the meaning behind the alien's words and gestures. The very physique Kirk had worked so hard to perfect was a temptation to a carnivore with a taste for human flesh. He tried to shut the fear out and set himself to search for a phaser, a communicator. They had to get out of here, at once.

Xan signalled to the others who brought the three struggling security men forward. He eyed each one of them then pointed a talon at the young Frenchman, Lafayette.

Kirk darted forward. "NO!" he cried.

"Captain..." Lafayette screamed.

Spock chased after his captain but on a command from the alien leader they were both enclosed inside a circle of the beings; large wings spread out to form a barrier. Again and again, they tried to break through but were continually thrown back onto the ground. The rough treatment took its toll. Pain lanced through Kirk but he didn't stop trying. He threw himself at the creatures, Lafayette's terrified screams resounding in his ears, but he was battered back and he collapsed onto the sand, bruises, strains and worse incapacitating him. He lay there, exhausted, and filled with dread

With all of his Vulcan strength, Spock launched himself at their captors. A leathery wing cuffed him and he went flying across the circle to land heavily on the ground; his tricorder smashing beneath him.

Kirk forced himself to crawl across to him. "Spock... Spock..."

The Vulcan eased himself into a sitting position. "I am functional, Captain."

He struggled to his feet and helped Kirk to stand. They both swayed with weakness.

"Captain!" came the piercing shriek of the young man.

Kirk watched in helpless horror as Xan pounced on Layfayette, ripped open the boy's throat, and bit down. As if in a nightmare, the boy's blood dripped onto the sand from the open wound. Singh and Assad, the other security men, struggled in their captor's hands, crying out in horror at the shock of what they were seeing and knowing it to be their own fate.

"Captain, help us," they cried.

Tears streamed down Kirk's face. He had never been so helpless in his life. His men were crying out to him and he was powerless. He slid to his knees and bent his head down in utter weakness.

The sight of their comrade's fate was too much even for the tough security men. Before their time to die came, they had both slumped into a faint.

Kirk retched with gut-wrenching dread as his men were dismembered and eaten. The sounds of Xan's crunching sent waves of horror through him and sickness rose up from his stomach and threatened to overcome him completely. Lafayette's piercing screams still sounded in his ears. He was shaking; losing control. The nightmare of his men's death too much to bear.

"Captain." Spock's voice penetrated.

Kirk's face had gone white. Spock sensed the human's horror; he could not shut it out and it added to his own intolerable burden. He drew on reserves never tapped before. Now, when it was important to be a Vulcan, he had to find control and screen out what was happening to the men. There was nothing more he could do for them. His duty was to his captain. He must try and help Kirk.

"Spock," Kirk whispered, holding onto his first officer's voice like a drowning man. He reached out blindly.

The Vulcan knelt opposite his captain and attempted something never done before. He clutched the human's shoulders and tried to pass him some strength. To do this, he had to lower certain mental barriers. He fought to retain his other barriers, the ones guarding his inner self, while drawing on disciplines learned but never practised. It was difficult but it was essential that he do it. He concentrated on easing Kirk's horror and fear, and that meant taking it within himself and conquering it. As this was happening, he suddenly realised that without consciously knowing it, he had given this man his loyalty. He wondered when it had happened, and if Kirk himself had known. He filed these questions away to be answered another time- if they lived

Kirk allowed himself to lean on Spock; aware that on some deep level that he was being helped. He gripped Spock's arm and tried to breathe deeply. Slowly, he was able to shut out his surroundings until there were only two people in his existence. Himself and Spock. The nausea eased until it was tolerable, and he opened his eyes to meet the sympathetic gaze of the non-emotional Vulcan. He wanted to speak with him, thank him, but a sudden movement caught his eye.

They were no longer surrounded. Xan, finished with his feast, had now permitted some of the others to finish the human remains. He walked towards Kirk but those left out of the feed hissed at their leader and spoke in their guttural tongue. He spat at them, spread his wings to maximum, and shook his taloned hands at their menacing approach.

"Back," Kirk ordered. He didn't dare look at what was left of his men as he and Spock edged away.

There was a touch on his shoulder and Spock pointed to where sunlight glinted off metal, not twenty metres away. It was one of their phasers, half buried in the sand. Both of them started towards it but their movement had been noticed. With a horrendous shriek, Xan swooped on Kirk and knocked him down. He swiped Spock with his wing and the Vulcan was tossed aside, his head hitting the ground.

Kirk shuddered at Xan's face, perilously close, fangs dripping with the blood of Kirk's men. The odour from that evil mouth was foul. The alien's claws raked Kirk's body, cutting deep. Kirk cried in agony as his chest was torn open.

"Spock..." he screamed, as he went down into darkness and death.

***

Blows pounded the alien's back. Kirk felt the reverberations and knew it was Spock. He fought to retain consciousness. He had to help in any way he could. When the pressure on him lifted a fraction, he tried to add his own punches but it was impossible. He was still pinned under Xan's body. He had to try and escape. His chance came a few moments later when the alien lifted himself up and around to reach his attacker. Kirk slid from under Xan, rolled over onto his stomach, and crawled away. Each movement was an agony.

He tried to focus and, although his vision was blurred, he saw with satisfaction how the Vulcan hammered the alien with great, two-handed blows. Blood pounded in his head. He had to find the phaser. Where was it? Where had they seen it? He searched the area, almost blinded by his own weakness, and the swirling sand that flew into his eyes. Apart from the fight, it was quiet; the other aliens seemed to have gone, but he didn't stop to wonder why. He had to find the phaser.

Every move was agonising but he forced himself to crawl, his hands raking over the sand. He was bleeding profusely now but hardly aware of it, for he was focused on one thing only. The phaser. Where was it? Suddenly his hand closed over it. Clenching his teeth against the pain, he brought the weapon close to his face, and set it to killing force. He aimed at the alien, but weakness overtook him and his vision faded.

NO. He concentrated like never before. He must do this. His vision began to clear. "Spock," he gasped, relying on the Vulcan's sensitive hearing. "Move."

Spock leaped out of the way as Kirk fired at the alien leader. It hit the target square in the chest and Xan let out a piercing yell before disintegrating into nothingness.

Faintness overcame Kirk and he collapsed. The serious wounds he had received bled profusely. He was going into shock. He was going to die here on this barren world before he had been able to fulfil his dream of starship command. He was going to die...

He was lifted up and the blackness receded. Opening his eyes, he saw the concerned face of his first officer. "Spock, we need a communicator," he whispered.

"I shall try. However, Mr Scott will initiate a search if we do not communicate in twenty minutes." He pulled his shirts off, tore strips from it, pressed them against the captain's wounds, trying to staunch the flow. Then he used the remainder to make a makeshift bandage. Kirk was losing too much blood. He would not survive until the rescue party arrived. "We are safe, for the moment. The other aliens appear to have had a dispute with Xan and have flown away. If they do return, at least we have the phaser." He pressed it into Kirk's hand. "Hold onto it while I search for a communicator."

Kirk nodded. He tried to remain aware but the pain was unendurable

Spock was anxious and remained within sight of his captain at all times. After finding no signs of any of their equipment, he abandoned the fruitless search. Kirk was in severe pain. Another problem was the climate. The sun was reaching zenith and its heat would be intolerable for a wounded human. He had to get Kirk to shelter before that happened. Perhaps the rock formation ahead would offer some shade. They could await the search party there.

He knelt by the injured man. "Captain, you must not remain in the sun's glare. Can you walk?"

Kirk's lips were caked and dry, and he tried to moisten them. "No, I don't think so," he murmured, almost inaudibly.

He tried to sit up but groaned as a fresh surge of blood stained his makeshift bandages. There was only one logical course to follow. Spock took the phaser from Kirk's nerveless grasp then, as carefully as he could, lifted the human in his arms. Kirk cried out with pain and clung onto Spock for support, but the shock caught up with him at last and he passed out into merciful oblivion.

Spock loped towards the shelter of the rocks and collapsed down against the cool stone. He was weak from his own injuries but his captain was still securely cradled in his arms. Spock eased him back a little and studied him. He did not like Kirk's pallor at all. He touched the clammy forehead then looked at the hastily bound wounds. The cloth was stained with both of their blood.

He had medical knowledge and also knew the basics of Vulcan healing. He had to do something more for Kirk, or else the human would surely die before the rescue party arrived. Taking a very deep breath, he concentrated and eased a few tendrils of the healing power into Kirk's body and mind. Although unconscious, Kirk stirred but did not awaken. Spock probed a little deeper and tried to initiate the beginning of the healing process.

"Spock," Kirk murmured, stirring further.

Spock drew back, afraid he had been discovered. Although it was not unusual for Vulcan healers to enter their patient's unconscious mind, Spock was not a healer and all the restrictions about respecting another's privacy were deeply instilled in him.

He watched Kirk, afraid to move him in case he might cause further bleeding and thus endanger him further. His time sense told him that it would be another fourteen minutes before Mr Scott, not having heard from them, would send down a search party. All he could do was wait so he leaned his head back against the rock and reflected on how he had become closer to this human in a few short weeks than he had ever been to anyone; apart from his mother. He had given Kirk his loyalty and that had happened spontaneously, without even his knowledge or consent. He wondered too, if he had also given Kirk his friendship. Knowing nothing of friendship he had no comparison to make, but he suddenly realised that he, who avoided any physical contact, had accepted it from Kirk. First, in the training bouts, today when he had eased his captain's fear, and now as he held the human in his arms like a sick child.

Those realisations were decidedly uncomfortable. Spock put them aside for later consideration then scanned the skies for signs of the aliens. In the far distance, he spotted their approach and checking his phaser power pack, and with Kirk securely against him, he prepared to defend them both until the end.

He glanced down and was startled to see Kirk's eyes open. "Captain, I am with you," he murmured. "I shall protect you with my life." He raised an eyebrow. What was he saying?

Kirk tried to speak and Spock bent his head down to try and catch the human's words. "Spock, you were wrong when you said you have no friend," the human whispered, hoarsely. "I will always be your friend." Kirk's eyes were wet but with weakness or emotion, Spock could not tell.

Those words pierced barriers that Spock had worked so diligently to reinforce for years. His protection from the unshielded emotions of humans was in shreds now and he could not speak. Too much had happened this day; too much exposure the senseless deaths of the security men, to this man's pain and suffering, and now his honest and heartfelt words. He stared into the eyes of the human who had caused such damage and could not find it in his heart to be angry. He drew himself away and returning his attention to approaching menace raised the phaser, and took aim.

Once they were in range, he picked them out one by one shutting his ears to their dying shrieks. Vulcan principles did not apply here and were set aside. He was a Starfleet officer faced with a barbaric race who wanted to kill them for food. His only duty now was to the injured man uner his protection.

Kirk lay in a cocoon of warmth, listening to the fast beating Vulcan heart. He was not afraid. His pain had eased and there was no discomfort from his wounds. How that was possible he didn't quite know. He was very weak though, and didn't try to move. He knew that he must not disturb Spock in his attempts to defend them and the only thing he could do to help was to lie here still and quiet. His thoughts drifted and he smiled to himself. He had won the Vulcan over after all; he was certain of it. He relaxed more, as the fast heartbeat soothed him, trusting his first officer with his life. He closed his eyes.

The aliens circled warily now, out of phaser range. Spock waited, not daring even to check his captain's condition, in case they attacked again. He sensed that Kirk was awake but he was quiet and unafraid. Perhaps he did not realise the peril that they were in. After a moment, he dismissed that thought as illogical and formulated a reason that made sense to him. The human had accepted his lot and was prepared to die. Satisfied, he thought no more about it. He was, himself, not afraid to die but the weight of the human in his arms was oddly comforting. What an illogical thought!

An alien swooped down and Spock fired, but the flier changed direction and flew in an arc behind him and the beam missed. Something landed with a thud at his side. Spock stared at the communicator in amazement then picked it up and flipped it open. Familiar electronic chirps greeted him; it was still in working order...

"Spock to Enterprise. Emergency zero, zero, two," he snapped. I repeat - emergency zero, zero, two. Energise."

The winged creatures shrieked wildly. They had learned their lesson and would attack en masse now rather than singly as was their habit. Too many of them had died under the alien's fire weapon. The stranger was too dangerous. Soon they would feed... Xan was dead and no longer would keep the succulent ones for himself. They all would have their share. They swooped on their prey but before they reached the ground the two aliens simply disappeared. Cries of anger and frustration filled the air. Their prey was gone.

One landed at the spot where the two strangers had made their stand. He searched for the device he had dropped them but it was gone. He had been right. It had helped them to escape. He was pleased, for he was sick of the bloodlust and carnage. The way the aliens had protected one another had impressed him and he was curious. Dissatisfied with the selfish, vicious ways of his people, he knew that it was time for change. He would try and win the battle for leadership. Once that was achieved he would persuade the others to accept a new way. Spreading his leathery wings, he flew up to fight for leadership.

***

The transporter chief stared horrified as Commander Spock, shirtless and bleeding, holding and even more wounded and bloodied Captain Kirk, materialised on the dais.

Spock struggled to his feet, knowing there was no time to waste. He could not wait for the medical team to arrive. He would have to take the captain to sickbay, himself. "Sickbay alert," he snapped. "Clear the corridors. I am on my way."

Kyle's voice echoed through the giant starship as Spock, as fast as he could, carried the captain to the turbolift. The lift doors opened. "Out," Spock ordered the four crewmembers there. They complied at once, leaving Spock and his burden by themselves. Spock allowed relief at being aboard to overtake him, and closed his eyes for a moment. He was back on the ship but had he got Kirk here in time?

He looked down and gave a start on seeing Kirk silently watching him. He swallowed and forced a mask of aloofness over his features. "Captain we shall be in sickbay in a few moments."

There was a smile in the human's expressive hazel eyes. Spock looked away and stared at the doors. They opened three seconds later. McCoy and a medical team stood there with trolley and equipment.

McCoy assessed the captain's severe wounds at once. Better not to move him unnecessarily. "Can you carry him to sickbay?"

Spock nodded and sped along the corridor to sickbay; the others running to catch up with him.

"Put him down carefully," McCoy said.

Spock eased his captain onto the diagnostic bed with extreme care, but Kirk moaned as he lost the physical contact with the Vulcan. "Spock...stay..." he whispered.

McCoy had noted that Spock was injured but the captain was his priority. "Someone attend Mr Spock," he ordered, and began to assess Kirk's injuries properly.

Dr Piper rushed to treat Spock. He had years of medical experience and had treated the Vulcan before. "No internal injuries, Mr Spock," he said, as he worked. "Your bleeding was already beginning to stop before you got here but I don't like the look of these bruises."

Spock paid him no heed for his attention was on the medical team around the next bed. "Doctor McCoy, report on the captain's condition."

McCoy listed each injury then added, "What the hell did you come up against down there?"

"The beings who attacked us had talons and fangs. Check for infection."

"I've given him a broad spectrum shot for that. He's lost a lot of blood and we're setting up a transfusion. What I don't understand is how or why some of the deepest lacerations are already beginning to heal!" He shook his head. "I assume you were attacked also."

"Affirmative," Spock replied.

"Dr Piper, give Mr Spock 10cc's of Zenaphyl."

Spock permitted it, knowing that the drug was effective on him. McCoy must have studied his medical notes.

McCoy leaned over his patient. "Jim, I'll have to put you under to deal with some of these wounds. You will be all right. I promise you."

Kirk nodded. Some of his strength was returning but he knew that he needed a lot of medical attention. Yet there were so many unanswered questions about what had happened on the planet. He needed to speak to his first officer. "Spock," he murmured.

"He's right here, Jim," McCoy soothed. "His injuries are not too serious."

"Spock," Kirk demanded, and tried to turn onto his side.

Mitchell rushed in. He saw the bed surrounded by medics and an awful fear took hold of him. "Is Jim all right?" he cried.

He pushed in beside Chapel, who replied, "He'll be all right, Gary. Mr Spock got him aboard in time."

"Jim." Mitchell was horrified by his friend's pallor and the slashes on his face and body.

"Spock..." Kirk pleaded, now.

"Yes, Captain."

Chapel caught her breath at the sight of the half-naked Vulcan who now stood at the opposite side of the bed. His arms and chest were covered with cuts and bruises but he showed no sign of discomfort.

"Mr Spock, I'm not finished," Dr Piper complained. Spock ignored him and stared past Chapel, his face like stone. Kirk lifted his hand and grabbed the Vulcan's wrist. Spock tried not to flinch as the captain's pain and intensity of emotions crashed through his shattered defences.

"Spock, you saved my life."

"It was my duty, sir," Spock replied, tonelessly. Why had he not stayed away and permitted Dr Piper to continue treating him. Something in Kirk's tone had compelled him to be here and he did not understand it. He kept his eyes focussed away from the figure on the bed.

"You did more than your duty," Kirk answered, with a little smile. He wondered why the Vulcan would not meet his eyes.

"Captain, you must allow the medical staff to treat your injuries. I will assume command and send a report to Starfleet."

Frustrated by this aloof behaviour, so different than before, Kirk tugged at the bony wrist and exerted whatever little pressure he could. "Spock, look at me."

It was said in the same tone as earlier and Spock could not help but meet his captain's gaze. When he saw the gratitude there, it was difficult to maintain his detached demeanour.

"Thank you, Spock," Kirk said, softly. "It's not enough to express how I feel but words are inadequate."

All Kirk's admiration, gratitude and, to Spock's great shock, a deep affection flowed through the contact and for the first time in his life the Vulcan said words that surprised himself as much as any other present.

"When a Vulcan gives loyalty to his commander, he will do his utmost to protect that commander or give his life in the attempt."

Kirk's smile was radiant and Spock, knowing the happiness he had just caused, felt a deep inner glow. What was happening to him? He attempted to shut out his captain's powerful feelings but it was impossible.

"This day, you have given me a great gift," Kirk said. "I want you to know how much I appreciate it." His hold on Spock's wrist loosened, as weakness caught up with him, his hand slipped and his fingers caught at the Vulcan's.

Spock felt the sudden tingle at his fingertips and tensed. How was this happening? How was it possible for the bond of t'hy'la to form? They had not declared any intent to be friends. He had not. He had not. There could be no such bond between human and Vulcan. Could there? He felt the intensity of Kirk's wondering stare and knew that the human had sensed it too..

"Spock?" Kirk questioned.

Spock was shaken; badly shaken. He was weak from his wounds, the shocks of the day, but most of all from the impossible situation with Kirk. He jerked his fingers away, as if stung, and clasped his hands behind his back.

Kirk saw the the Vulcan's struggle but couldn't quite pinpoint how, for Spock's face was expressionless. He just knew. Damn this weakness. He had to know what had occurred between them today. It was very important to him. There was a touch on his arm and he looked up to see a worried Gary there.

"Jim, thank god you're all right!"

"No deity was involved," he tried to say. Only the special abilities of his remarkable Vulcan first officer.

The effects of the drugs he'd been given were making him drowsy. He fought it, as there was still so much to discuss with Spock. He attempted to speak but his words came out in an inaudible whisper, so low that even Vulcan hearing could not discern it.

As he looked down into eyes filled with frustration, Spock realised that his captain had something further to say. He could pretend that he had not noticed, and none would know any different, but for him that would be dishonourable. He dropped to one knee beside the bed and leaned his ear close to Kirk's mouth. This time he heard the human's words.

"You give me a gift beyond price."

Spock met Kirk's gaze. "I give you my personal loyalty, Captain, which is what you wanted. It is a commitment from me that you will not regret. That I swear."

"I know," Kirk said, finding his voice. "I've had cause to know that all ready." There was pride and a certain wonder on his face.

Spock bowed his head. It was done. He had given this man his complete loyalty, and would serve him to the best of his ability.

There was silence around them, for all knew that something momentous had taken place. Chapel's eyes were wet. Her admiration for Spock blossomed. How noble he was. It seemed to her that Spock had given a vow, reminiscent of a knight swearing homage to his liege lord. She smiled at the analogy and was not the only one to make the connection.

Kirk, a passionate student of history, saw it as well. He stared at dark, shining hair and felt a strange, almost ecstatic joy. He had reached Spock on some unknown level to forge a bond of some kind with him. He knew nothing like this had happened before between human and Vulcan and didn't quite know what to do next.

Spock raised his head to meet sparkling hazel eyes, and forced himself to gather up the shreds of his dignity. "Sir, you must permit the medical staff to attend you."

"As you must too," Kirk replied.

"Very well, sir."

"We have a lot to discuss, Spock."

It was what Spock dreaded but he knew it could safely, be postponed for a while. "When you are recovered, sir."

"Yes. I have a lot of questions..."

"Later." McCoy's voice was gruff. It was obvious that the Vulcan was doing some good here, but he couldn't fathom out exactly what it was. "Captain, you are having surgery done right now. Mr Spock, allow Dr Piper to continue attending your injuries."

Kirk ignored the doctor. "You'll answer my questions, Spock?"

"To the best of my ability, sir," Spock replied.

"Our blood has mixed together, this day."

Spock noted for the first time, just how much he had bled over Kirk and how the green and red blood had mingled. He stood and returned to where Piper awaited him, his thoughts still in turmoil. As Kirk was taken away for surgery, Spock sat on the bed and concentrated inwards. He must strengthen his shields. There were cracks in them, dangerous ones. He must erect new barriers, stronger ones, that would protect him against this emotional human who had extracted the powerful and binding oath of loyalty from him.

"Mr Spock..." Mitchell's voice was hesitant. "I want to thank you for what you did for Jim. He'll never forget it."

Spock looked up. "Indeed, Mr Mitchell. What is your purpose in sickbay?"

"I heard about Jim..."

"Return to duty."

"Yes, sir, but..." he hesitated.

"Continue," Spock said.

Mitchell cleared his throat. "Jim is a man who is generous to the extreme with his love of friends. He expects, and gets that all returned to him. He thrives on the admiration and affection of those under his command. Despite your words of loyalty, how can you supply that?"

Spock beat down a wave of irritation at this man. "Do not attempt to discuss with me, that of which you know nothing. Return to duty."

Mitchell did not reply, instead he turned on his heel and left.

Piper let out a low whistle. "I'd say he was jealous."

Spock was confused. "Jealous?"

"A very human emotion, Mr Spock. One we would be better without."

"Explain."

"He's jealous of your being first officer, of the captain's admiration for you, of what just happened here, and that's just for starters."

"I fail to understand, Doctor," Spock said.

Piper sighed, no doubt regretting having brought up the subject. "Didn't you see the captain's face as you gave your oath of loyalty? When he thanked you for saving his life? I don't know what happened on that planet but I'd guess it was something pretty special. Mitchell is still out of favour and he fears that you'll take his place as the captain's confidant. You must have observed, during your years on this ship, that humans confined in ships form very intense friendships. Men and women who face danger together have always relied on each other for support and help. They become like a family."

"How illogical," Spock commented. "If you are finished, I must file my report to Starfleet." He stood up. "Excuse me."

As he left the room, he caught the doctor's stray thought. Who can understand Vulcans?

***

As Kirk recuperated, he received many visitors- all except one. Mitchell came the most often and they would laugh over the many incidents during the years they had known one another. Kirk told Gary some of what had happened on Athena and praised Spock in glowing terms, but didn't mention the many things he did not himself understand. Two days passed and Spock still had not visited him. He wondered why and became annoyed until he realised that he was not dealing with a human here. Maybe Spock didn't realise that Kirk wanted to see him. Perhaps Vulcans didn't make social calls.

Kirk called the bridge and asked to speak with the Vulcan.

"Spock here," came the immediate response.

"Mr Spock, when will you be off-duty?"

"In twenty-nine point seven, five minutes, sir."

"I see," Kirk said, with an amused glance to Gary. "Good. Will you come visit me in sickbay?"

Spock blinked, and Kirk saw his confusion. "Did you receive my report, sir?"

"Yes, I did."

"Is everything in order, sir?"

"Yes, it is."

"I do not understand, sir."

Kirk sighed. Was that really the case? Did Spock need it spelled out to him. Well, so be it. "Your captain requests the pleasure of your company for chess."

After a moment, Spock replied, "Very well, sir. I shall be there as soon as possible. Spock out."

"I can play chess with you," Gary complained.

"Yeah, but he can beat the pants of Earth's finest grandmasters."

Mitchell stood. "I'll leave then."

Kirk saw that his friend was annoyed. Gary had been making extra efforts since his reprimand but he had also been surly at times. "What is it?"

"Things have changed, Jim. You're not the young kid who hung around me at the academy any more. The one I protected from that bully, Finnegan. That kid is now my captain. I used to be the leader, Jim."

"I remember. You took a shy, awkward kid under your wing and helped him find his feet."

Mitchell laughed. "I sure did."

Kirk sat up with care, for his wounds still troubled him. The alien microbes left by Xan's attack, had not been totally eradicated but McCoy hoped that a few more days treatment should finish them.

"It's all different now. I am responsible for over four hundred people now. They need to be able to trust and respect me. I need to maintain a certain aura and can't afford to appear weak or foolish. I must deserve their loyalty."

"What about the Vulcan?" Mitchell asked.

"Ah, so that's it." Kirk realised. "Did his words of loyalty bother you? Do his capabilities frighten you? Does the fact that he's alien still bother you?" Mitchell didn't answer so Kirk went on, "Can't you see what it means to have a Vulcan's loyalty?"

Mitchell could not hide his bitterness. "He's not the only one who'd give his life for you."

Kirk was touched by those words. "I know that. You are my closest friend. You know that well enough. Jealousy doesn't become you, Gary."

Mitchell flushed. "You can't have a friendship with someone who has no feelings."

"There is a first time for all things. He's different with me. On the planet, I saw.. I sensed... certain things." Kirk bit at his lip. "He vowed loyalty to me, here in front of witnesses. That gives me hope for...." He trailed off, unsure.

Mitchell smiled a little. "Do you know that the crew's estimation of you has increased by leaps and bounds because of that vow of loyalty?"

Kirk shook his head. "Really!"

"Well, I got to return to duty. Mr Spock does not approve of anyone who is not punctual. I'll see you later, Jim."

Kirk held his hand out. "Thanks for stopping by."

Mitchell nodded and they shook hands.

***

Spock went to his quarters to prepare for his visit to the captain. He would be asked questions. The captain would demand answers about the happenings on Athena Two and in sickbay. After long meditation, he had been able to repair his shields but he had no idea if they would hold against Kirk. He recalled the captain's words of friendship and wondered why they had pierced him so deeply. Why had he vowed loyalty, and in front of witnesses? What had compelled him to do it? Spock had been loyal to Captain Pike but that was with the respect of a junior officer to a commander who showed almost Vulcan reserve. It had grown over the years.

With Kirk, events had happened so quickly, with the captain actively seeking out Spock's trust in his energetic, insistent manner. What Spock had given to Kirk was quite different to his loyalty to Pike. It went beyond first officer to captain to a more personal vow from himself to Kirk. He dismissed the unbidden thought that he had irrevocably given his friendship as well. He must not become attached to anyone. He was a Vulcan and it was essential that he control then erase all emotion.

For a time, he relaxed and attempted to further strengthen his shields. He spent many difficult minutes on it, despite being aware that it had been over two hours since he had spoken with Kirk. He could not delay the meeting any longer. With a strange reluctance, he at last made his way to sickbay.

When Spock did not appear, Kirk began to worry. Should he contact the first officer? He decided against it. Spock could be caught up in anything. As two hours went by, Kirk tried to curb his impatience. It was difficult as there were so many unanswered questions. His thoughts kept returning to the events on the planet; the finding of the survey team; the horrifying deaths of his men; the alien, Xan's attack. He shuddered, anew, then recalled a warm and healing touch that made him wonder again about Spock's abilities.

The hiss of the doors opening, caught his attention, and he smiled to see Spock entering. "Well, it's about time you got here."

Spock stood at attention by the bed. "Sir, I regret being delayed. I trust you are recovering."

Kirk grimaced. "Apart from persistent weakness and discomfort, I'm much improved. And you? Those alien bugs don't seem to have affected you."

"My immune system has disposed of them, sir. I am recovered."

"You had severe bruising."

"It is healed, sir."

Kirk made himself more comfortable. "You heal fast. I wish I did." He noted the Vulcan's stiff posture, and austere expression, so like the first time they had met. "So Starfleet has declared Athena two off-limits," he said.

"Affirmative, sir. It was on my recommendation that they did so. Our new orders are..."

"I know," Kirk interrupted. "I've been keeping an eye on things. Spock, now that you're off-duty, may we talk about more personal matters?"

Spock seemed to steel himself and stared straight ahead.

"You saved my life, and not only once. I owe you so much."

"You owe me nothing, sir. It was my duty."

Faced with this cold being, so unlike the one he knew existed, Kirk swore. Startled, Spock looked at him for the first time since entering sickbay.

"Was it also your duty to help me defeat the sheer horror of seeing my men torn to pieces and eaten? I don't know what you did, but your touch helped me overcome the worst of it. I couldn't have survived that without you. You say you have no feelings but I sensed something from you. You didn't have to do what you did, you chose to, and that is the difference." He sat up, angry now.

Spock stepped back a few paces as the force of the human's feelings overwhelmed him. "Captain..."

"When you carried me to shelter..." As he voiced it, all was becoming clear to Kirk "When you sat there, holding me, my pain eased and the wounds didn't bleed as much. I felt secure even though I knew myself to be helpless and that we were under attack. You were with me, protecting me, and I'd complete trust in you." His anger drained away as these insights became clearer. "I saw your every expression, sensed your determination to help me, and your complete loyalty to me. Even though you had not articulated it, I knew that loyalty was mine. I understood your fear when you thought it too late to get me medical help. Then, when you placed me on the sickbay bed and stood back, I realised just how much you had controlled my pain."

Spock stared at him in awe. How perceptive this human was! But how had he known all of this? How had he sensed it? Much of it, Spock himself had not even realised. Kirk's emotions were painful to him now, and he lowered his head, trying to control.

"Dammit, Spock. Give me some answers. I have the right to know."

Spock was at a loss for words. There was nothing, in all his experience, to help him in this situation. All his years in Starfleet, amongst humans, had not prepared him for the demands of a captain who, in his persistent and persuasive way, had reached beneath the stoic Vulcan front to touch emotions Spock had believed eliminated.

Kirk leaned back against his pillows and closed his eyes. He was weary. Why wouldn't Spock tell him anything? He fought back a surge of weakness but failed. There was a sting of tears behind his eyes and he moaned as despair swept through him. Damn the Vulcan. What more could he say to him?

The indicators had not changed but Spock sensed that Kirk was in distress. He unclasped one hand from behind his back and, hesitatingly, touched Kirk's shoulder. "Captain, what is wrong? Shall I call McCoy?"

Kirk drew in a sharp breath. Something was flowing from the Vulcan's fingers, right through his skin. "I was right. You have healing in your hands!" he exclaimed, in wonder.

Spock jerked his hand away. How was Kirk sensing this? He concentrated inwards and focussed on his powers. He had a certain, natural healing gift, inherited from his father's family. His grandmother was a renowned healer on Vulcan, and she had taught him the basic skills to heal himself. She had wanted him to follow her path but he, who always had difficulty with his human traits, had been afraid to make healing his life's work. It entailed levels of personal contact that would surely have revealed those reviled human attributes he fought so hard to contain. He had never used his healing skills on another, but somehow they had spontaneously engaged to help his captain.

Kirk was watching him now, with sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry, Spock. I mustn't forget that you're not human. Your beliefs differ from mine and I won't force from you anything that you wouldn't freely give."

Spock wondered at the human's sudden change of attitude. "Thank you, sir."

"Bones said that the worst of my wounds were already healing before he did a thing. I guess that was your doing. I'm just so grateful to you and, I admit, a certain awe at this healing power of yours. Have you used it before?"

"Not to my knowledge, sir."

"Did you realise that you were attempting to heal me?"

Spock made the decision that Kirk deserved the truth. "I did attempt to assist you gain mastery over your emotions as the men were being killed. Also, at one point, I tried to initiate control of the pain and bleeding. I was unaware of it at any other time."

"But, I was aware of it all the time. Even there when you touched my shoulder."

Spock swallowed. Why was a spontaneous healing process happening? It was unheard of, especially between different species. It only occurred between family; or a friend who had become like family.

"Will you try it again. See if you're aware of it?" Kirk asked.

"Vulcans do not touch," Spock said, in a last attempt at argument.

Kirk bit back a choice word. What was he to do with Spock? He held out his hand and chose his words carefully. "Treat it as an experiment. You're a scientist. Don't you want to know?"

Spock accepted that and prepared himself. He ignored the outstretched hand, instead touched Kirk's shoulder again. Yes. There it was. A slight tendril of the power was reaching into Kirk. He tried to influence its progress but it had taken root and was settling into the infection left by the alien's claws, to neutralise it. Despite himself, Spock was fascinated and, deciding it was illogical to fight this anymore, bent his will to augmenting the power.

Kirk's discomfort was easing now. A warmth penetrated the lacerations and the persistent, nagging ache disappeared. He released a shaky breath. "Wow!" he murmured.

Spock studied the scanners. It had worked. "The infection has gone, Captain. I am unsure of the actual procedure used. I am not trained in this."

"You did a pretty good job for someone who's untrained. I feel much better now," Kirk said, with a smile. "Thank you, my friend."

Spock took his hand away, and clasped it in his other, behind his back It was the only way he could make himself stop trembling. He did not understand how this healing had been accomplished. "I have told you, sir, that to Vulcans, friendship is a sacred bond. It is not entered into lightly for it is unto death."

Kirk tried to hold back his hurt at that; especially after all that had occurred. "Spock, don't deny that along with your loyalty, you also gave me your friendship. I have offered you mine and it's yours whether you like it or not. We're drawn together. Can't you see that? Why are you so stubborn? You're perceptive, dammit you're telepathic, you must be able to see it." He paused to see if his words had made any difference but couldn't tell. "Don't lock yourself away. Remember what happened on the planet and what I said to you. I meant it, Spock. I will always be your friend. If friendship with you is a deep commitment, unto death, then so be it. It's what I've always wanted. I promise to be worthy of it. I really need a friend here. I need the support that only you can give me. Please, Spock." He grinned with embarrassment. "See how your captain pleads with you."

Spock made his decision; there was no logical alternative. He had been drawn to this man and could no longer deny nor prevent it. The signs had been there and he had refused to acknowledge them. His behaviour had been dishonourable. Kirk was sincere and was worthy of his friendship, even the Vulcan kind.

He bowed his head. "Captain, I ask forgiveness. I have been in error. You have seen the situation more clearly than I. The healing can only occur when a deep and abiding bond already exists. I had given you my friendship but had not, consciously, realised it. It is most peculiar."

Kirk listened with growing happiness. Now he was getting somewhere. He had persuaded Spock that friendship did exist between them and was beginning to realise that the rules of such a relationship were going to be unusual and interesting. "I promise not to embarrass you with emotional displays, Spock. I accept your friendship on your terms and won't make unreasonable, human demands on you."

Spock knew Kirk to be sincere but he wondered if the human would be able to keep them. "It is said, sir, that two whose minds are as one shall recognise one another. It is a wisdom I have never understood, until now."

Kirk felt light-headed. He felt as if he could take on the whole Klingon empire! "It's a true saying. There are similar Terran ones. Sit down, Spock. Please."

"Yes, sir." Spock pulled a stool over and sat down, hands clasped in his lap.

"Jim," Kirk said. "Call me Jim."

"Yes, Captain."

"Spock, call me Jim!"

"Yes, sir."

Frustrated, but amused, Kirk was patient. "Jim."

It was difficult for Spock. It did not seem proper to call his captain by his first name.

"Can't you call me, Jim? Please?" Kirk coaxed.

Spock swallowed, then tried to sound out the single syllable. "Jim," Kirk prompted.

Spock was uncomfortable. It went against all Vulcan training in respect for someone of superior rank.

"JIM" Kirk demanded. "That is an order."

"Jim," Spock said, quickly.

Kirk laughed with delight. Once again, Spock was confused as to why his captain took such pleasure over his words. Why should he be so pleased to be called Jim? Would Spock ever understand humans? Would he ever understand this particular human?

"Thank you. I don't want you to be formal with me at all times."

"Very well, Captain."

Kirk stared pointedly at him.

"Jim," Spock mumbled.

"I didn't hear you, Spock." Kirk was attempting to restrain a big grin.

"Jim," Spock said, resignation in his tone.

Kirk grinned widely

. ***

When McCoy came in to check on his patient he was amazed to find the improvement in him, and the infection cleared. Jim was in cheerful spirits with the Vulcan sitting quietly at his bedside. The first officer's presence seemed to have been of benefit to Kirk and McCoy didn't quite understand it. To him, Spock seemed aloof, disinterested and cold, yet Jim basked in his company. Jim had told him some of what had happened on the planet and McCoy had been impressed by the first officer's actions, yet he still couldn't take to him. Jim, though, was an excellent judge of character so McCoy wondered if he was so completely wrong about the Vulcan. He must try to get to know him; that is if Spock would allow it.

"You wished to play chess," Spock said, once the doctor had left.

There was a sheepish grin on Kirk's face. "It was just a ploy to get you here. I'd prefer if we talked."

"As you wish, Captain."

"Jim," Kirk reminded.

"Jim," Spock said. It was not so difficult now.

Kirk nodded with approval then suddenly became serious. "I keep thinking of my men. There must have been some way I could've helped them."

"All Starfleet personnel know and accept the risks. There was nothing you could have done, Jim. We were outnumbered. They were stronger. They had already dispatched ten Vulcans. You cannot permit yourself to dwell on it. You have a responsibility to your crew."

"Spock, try for a moment to feel. They were eaten alive..." He shuddered. "Surely, even a Vulcan..."

"Even a Vulcan is horrified by such barbaric deaths. However, you must set it aside, once you have mourned for them, and not allow grief to overcome you. You must not feel guilt for you are blameless. If you are unable to do this then you will not be able to function as captain of this ship."

"I'm sorry, Spock. I've misjudged you. You're quite right. I just needed you to remind me of things I should know."

"That is my duty."

"Just your duty?" Kirk inquired.

Spock hesitated. "My privilege, Jim."

Spock looked away from his captain. There were too many times that he was unable to face that candid gaze, and that was a new experience for him. He suddenly realised that he was exhausted. He had not slept in days, and meditation alone was insufficient. This discussion with Kirk was draining him in a way he did not understand, and he felt the need to be alone and gather his thoughts.

"Thanks, Spock," Kirk said.

His tone was so sincere, that Spock looked at him again, noting that this human never flinched from him. He had the distinct impression that Kirk actually understood him but surely that was impossible. Kirk was not telepathic. He stood up. "You are fatigued. I shall leave you to rest."

Kirk started to protest. Fatigued! He hadn't felt so good in days... Then he stopped as the thought came to him that maybe Spock needed to leave for his own reasons. He held out his hand then withdrew it. "Oh, forgive me." Shaking hands with Spock was not one of his Vulcan traditions.

Spock raised his hand in a salute, Kirk had seen him make to Mdorn. "This is the Vulcan equivalent to a human handshake."

It looked easy but was surprisingly difficult and a little painful. Kirk managed it - almost.

"It is not normal for Vulcans to touch, but between friends it is permissible."

Kirk was unsure just what Spock was going to do but he was determined to go through with it, anyway.

"You were aware of the slight tingle when we touched before," Spock stated.

"Yes, I wondered what it was."

"It was an indication of the Vulcan bond of t'hy'la." Spock knew it was time to be honest with his captain. "Like the healing it happened spontaneously. I should have not resisted it and ask you forgiveness for that. It was a dishonourable action. If you wish, we may complete the bond now. It will be the seal on our friendship; never to be broken."

"I'm ready," Kirk said, without hesitation. This was what he had been fighting for; the friendship of a lifetime with this mysterious bur dependable Vulcan.

Spock touched his fingertips to Kirk's, and this time the tingling sensation spread along their hands and arms. "I am, and always shall be your friend." Spock intoned the ritual words.

His gaze bored into Kirk's and the human met it with his own, knowing that something very special and important was happening; something that would affect him for the rest of his life. "I am, and always shall be your friend," he repeated. It was a vow; one he knew would never be broken.

"It is done," Spock said. He broke contact and the tingle faded, leaving a slight numbness.

Kirk wondered what had happened during that strange contact. He did not know that according to Vulcan law he was now a member of Spock's family; an honorary son to Sarek and Amanda and a brother to Spock. "The handshake is nothing compared with that!"

"Every species has its own customs," Spock said. "I am half-human. If you wish it I will shake your hand."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"You have the right to ask it of me."

Kirk smiled, held out his hand, and Spock took it in his warm grip, careful not to exert the kind of pressure that would cause a human pain.

"We'll be the best command team in the fleet!" Kirk exclaimed. "I know it."

"Indeed, we shall, Jim."

That use of his first name without prompting, delighted Kirk.

Spock could read him so clearly. If this new found friendship developed as it should then the rapport between them would grow until they would be, as Kirk hoped, the best command team in Starfleet. There was, however, the random factor of Jim's humanity. How that would fit into the situation was an unknown. Spock would have to wait and observe.

Kirk reflected on the events of the past months and for the first time began to relax with his command. Everything had now fallen into place. He was prepared for the long, five-year mission, with his beautiful ship, his fine crew and this extraordinary first officer by his side. He was confident now, for all his doubts and fears over his competency and fitness were gone. The secure handclasp of the Vulcan was reassuring. He could trust Spock, and rely on him in all things. He would never be alone again.

His emotions flared through the contact and Spock, instinctively, drew back. Kirk sighed, unaware of how much he had been read but noted the intensity of the Vulcan's eyes. "I fear I'm something of a trial for you, Spock," he apologised.

"Indeed, Captain," Spock replied.

Kirk shrugged. "I'm sorry, but it's the way I am."

"Very well, sir. I must leave you to rest now."

"You've made me feel much better."

Spock inclined his head. "I am honoured."

"Return soon, my friend. Your company is very therapeutic for me."

"I shall," Spock replied. "It is my privilege to be your friend, and I shall be here whenever you require me to be."

"It's also my privilege to be your friend. I know how lucky I am."

"I do not believe in luck."

"There we must differ," Kirk conceded. "But there will be plenty time to debate such issues. I look forward to them."

"Yes, Captain."

"JIM!"

"Jim," Spock repeated. He had to leave before his shields cracked completely. He had a lot to consider. Before Kirk could speak further, Spock took his leave with some alacrity.

McCoy came in. "Now he's gone, Jim, I want to...."

To his great surprise, McCoy was grabbed around the neck by his patient and pulled into a hug. He spluttered with embarrassment and laughed. "Hey, what's this about!"

Kirk held him back, his face wreathed in smiles. "I just feel so good."

"What has that Vulcan done!" McCoy asked suspiciously. "This has something to do with him. Right?"

"He's given me his friendship." Kirk became serious now.

"His friendship! Do Vulcans know anything about that? He's cold-blooded, disdainful, that superior attitude..."

"Bones, listen to me," Kirk said. "We exchanged a vow of friendship. I'm unsure quite what it means to him but he has committed himself to me. He is my friend."

McCoy shook his head. "Only you could do it, Jim. Reach the ice-cold Mr Spock and make him your friend."

Kirk leaned back against his pillows. He was content now to rest and heal. Under his command, the starship Enterprise would be the finest ship in the history of Starfleet. Her fame would live forever.

The End.

The story continues in:

A Kindred Spirit.

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