Revenge of the Enyadi

Exultation spread through the Enyadi as the fabric of space-time dissolved.

Millennia ago they had been condemned by the galactic court and imprisoned in the other dimension. They had spent their lives in that alien environment, forced to fight for survival, and many had died. Others had grown to maturity in red, swirling space that had always been foreign to them, always hated by them, and never home.

Now, at last, they were free.

Keedra, the leader, was first to glide through and the others followed in order of rank. The inky blackness of space was sheer joy to them for only in legend had they heard of such a wonder. They cried out with utter joy.

"We are alive," Keedra exclaimed. Her thoughts reverberated through the minds of the others. "We are home."

"Alive," chanted the others. "Alive. Home. Home."

"Now we shall have our revenge," Keedra stated. "We will make them pay."

"We shall find them," Anaxis the historian replied. He was her mate and supported her in all things. He concentrated, and passed on the details of their unjust trial and the subsequent sentence. The emotions of the Enyadi ran high, at the well-known but always powerful tale. Their shifting forms pulsated with hate and anger. It gave them strength. "We shall find them," Anaxis repeated.

Centuries passed as they searched through the galaxy. They checked solar system after solar system but found none of the ancient races. Only primitive life forms inhabited the many planets and though these were an amusing diversion, the Enyadi finally grew dispirited. Knowing that they could not continue in this way, Keedra called for a council.

"Too much time has passed. We are denied our revenge." She shrieked in agony. "They are all extinct. New races live in the galaxy. Tiny, insignificant beings cover the worlds of our history. It is unfair."

Anaxis spoke. "I do not believe they are all dead. The Organians are immortal. They have immense power. Perhaps they are screened from us."

Keedra looked on her beloved with pride. "You are correct, Anaxis. Many of us grow tired with the search. Yours is always a voice of reason."

Anaxis preened himself. "When we find Sargon the Judge, we will have special torture prepared for him."

Malevolent laughter overcame the Enyadi at the images sent to them by Anaxis. This was more to their liking.

"Instead of destroying them, we must study the new races," Keedra announced. "Perhaps they will have some knowledge of the ancient ones."

The ten surviving Enyadi surveyed space around them. Empty worlds. Too barren for life but what was that approaching them?

***

The Enterprise was on a routine mapping expedition. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened for weeks, unusual in uncharted space. The crew was relaxed, research was being carried out but the captain was restless. It was too quiet and that worried him.

In his cabin, Kirk fell into a deep sleep and his pleasant dreams suddenly became a nightmare. Something stung at his mind. It probed and forced. It devoured him. He thrashed around, as the pain would not cease. He had to escape. It was killing him...

Others around the ship also suffered, all except Spock who was at the deepest level of Vulcan meditation and oblivious to it.

The Enyadi concentrated on each individual on the ship and forced their minds without pity. It took them several hours to complete their mind probes but in the end, they got results. They found memories of encounters with Sargon, the Melkot, the Metrons and the Organians. Keedra ruthlessly pulled every detail from Kirk's mind.

"Cease," she ordered. "I have the location of Organia. We leave at once."

Hegya, the youngest of the Enyadi, spoke. "I wish to stay. One of the creatures resisted the probe. His shields were so solid that he was unaware of it."

"Impossible. It is your own inexperience," Keedra sneered.

"His mental powers must be formidable. He was completely closed to me. Allow me to stay, I must break him. His species could be a threat to us."

"The Vulcan," Keedra said. "The thoughts of those insects were full of him. Very well. Find out his limits then join us at Organia. If necessary, we will deal with Vulcan later."

"My thanks," Hegya said, his evil mind filling with joy.

Kirk awoke, soaked with sweat. It poured from his body, and he took deep breaths to try and calm himself. The nightmare had been so real. He turned to relaxation exercises taught to him by Spock but was forced to abandon them as confused report after report of similar experiences to his own came through.

"This crew is in shock," McCoy said, his face showing the strain he was under. "I'll need to dish out sedatives to some."

"Okay, Bones, do what you can." He rubbed his forehead in an attempt to ease the pounding headache that threatened to prostrate him. He could barely think. He took a deep breath. Where was Spock? Why had the Vulcan not reported in? He tried the intercom and to his dismay found the privacy lock engaged. The only time Spock allowed himself complete privacy was when he was in deep meditation. Kirk respected that but this was an emergency. He was not functioning properly and needed his first officer's help. He made his way, on shaky legs, to the Vulcan's quarters, hesitated at the door for only a moment before going in.

Spock was sitting motionless on the floor. Kirk knelt opposite him and studied his face for any signs of stress. There were none and, relieved, Kirk sat back on his heels and wiped his sweaty forehead. How did he bring his friend out of it? Like the healing trance? He had no idea at all and he knew himself incapable of thinking straight and stringing more than a sentence together. Anger swept through him. He had to sort this out. His ship and crew... He gripped Spock's shoulders. "Spock, I need your help."

There was no response and Kirk fought down his panic. "Spock, please, I need your help."

The Vulcan's eyelids moved then moments later opened to reveal a dark concerned gaze. "Jim? What is wrong?"

Kirk sighed with relief. "I'm sorry, Spock." He lowered his hands to his sides.

"What has happened, Captain," Spock asked, puzzled by the disturbance. It was unlike his captain to intrude in this manner.

Kirk chewed at his lip, obviously struggling for control. "The crew, like myself, have had terrible nightmares. Asleep or awake, whatever.... I was sleeping. Felt something in my mind." He shuddered and concern filled the Vulcan.

"Not like you, Spock. Not gentle but like.... " Kirk swallowed. " Like some evil, forcing everything out. Thoughts, dreams, memories. It took pleasure in my pain. It violated my mind, my inner self." Kirk's eyes met his. He was shaking.

"I was not affected, Jim. I was in deep meditation. Come. The ship must be put on alert. It may have been an attack."

"You heard me," Kirk murmured. "Yet were oblivious to the nightmare."

"Indeed. You needed me," Spock replied. "Have sensors shown any alien presence?"

Kirk shrugged. "Everyone is in shock. Bones is trying to deal with that first."

"I suggest we go to the bridge at once." Spock rose to his feet. Kirk about to follow went into a fit of uncontrollable trembling. He wrapped his arms about himself and released a shaky breath.

"If you will permit me," Spock said in a brisk tone. He bent and lifted Kirk to his feet. He retained his grip on the human's shoulders and tried to transmit calm to his captain. Reaction to the experience had set in. Kirk was of no use to his crew in this condition and it was imperative that he be assisted back to normal.

Kirk closed his eyes, and Spock could sense him soak in the telepathic tranquillity he was being offered. After a few moments, he smiled. "Thank you, my friend," he said.

"It is my duty to help you," Spock replied.

Kirk straightened his shoulders and stepped back. He opened his eyes and nodded. "Thanks anyway. I feel a bit better now." He touched a button on Spock's console. "Bridge, go to yellow alert." He headed for the door. "Let's go."

As they strode to the turbo-lift, Spock watched his captain for any further signs of stress. There had not been the time to fully erase the after-effects of the ordeal. That needed a deep meld, something he was wary of because of the lowering of mental barriers it required. He knew though, that if necessary for Kirk's welfare, he would do it.

They entered the lift. "Bridge," Kirk ordered then faced him. "I'm all right now. Thanks for your concern."

"Merely my logical... " He stopped at Kirk's expression of total disbelief. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back.

Kirk smiled a little then became serious. "If this is an attack, what species would violate the minds of others."

"No known telepathic race would condone such an action."

"Perhaps a collective nightmare, then."

"Unlikely," Spock replied.

"Then maybe we're dealing with an unknown telepathic race. This is uncharted space after all." The lift stopped and Kirk braced himself. The doors opened to a bridge that resembled a casualty zone. Shocked and disorientated people slumped around while stressed medics struggled to help them. Kirk moved to his command chair and took control of his ship. For a moment, though, he reflected on his good fortune of having Spock's support. Without him, he would be as distressed as his crew. He felt relaxed but alert his earlier panic banished - or at least - sublimated by whatever Spock had done.

"Sensors indicate ten non-corporeal life forms outside the ship. Pure energy beings, sir." Spock's voice was sharp with warning.

Kirk swivelled to face him. "My god, you mean like the Organians?"

"Possibly. However I sense malevolence."

"You sense it?" Kirk knew that Spock's psionic senses were powerful, for he had personal experience of it. But to sense them without touch!

Yet deep down, he also knew that these beings were malevolent. He had suffered their cruel probes. He was only on his feet right now because of Spock. The rest of the crew was still suffering. One starship couldn't handle this. He turned to a still shaken Uhura and asked her to send help messages to Starfleet and Organia. She nodded and forced herself to comply. At this distance, the calls would take days to get there but perhaps they could hold the menace off for a time.

Kirk faced the Vulcan again. "Your meditation must have protected you from them, Spock. What if they try again? Can you resist them?"

"Unknown, Captain," Spock replied. "However, if you wish me to go into meditation again, I must inform you that under those circumstances I cannot function as first officer."

Kirk grimaced. "Uhura, get a channel to those beings. Use every possible frequency."

"Aye, sir," she replied, struggling to gain some kind of speed.

Spock studied the sensor readings. He was aware of the captain's attempts to communicate with the aliens and was not surprised when it failed. He kept his own fear under control. Such evil as this would stop at nothing. His shipmates, his friends, were in grave danger.

"Damn," Kirk was at his shoulder. "What is going on?"

Spock checked the latest readings again then looked up at him. "Sir, nine of the beings have disappeared. One remains. I suggest...."

Kirk stared in concern as Spock became very still. McCoy, who had just arrived on the bridge, came over to them. "What..." he began.

A horrified Kirk realised what was happening to his friend. "Spock," he whispered. "Fight it. You can do it."

"Jim, what the hell..."

"It's trying to take over his mind, Bones. It likely tried to before but deep in meditation, he was not affected."

"Can he withstand it?" McCoy's voice was tense with worry.

"If he could block it before. Maybe..." Kirk knew he was clutching at straws. He pressed a button on the console. "Relief science officer to the bridge. All sections. This is an emergency. I want answers on the alien." He switched it off with a savage flick and continued to watch the Vulcan.

McCoy hovered at his side, anxiously studying Spock. "He's fighting, Jim. Look at his hands clenching and unclenching."

Kirk nodded. "How can we help him, Bones? We have no defence against this. Dammit we were so unprepared."

"Perhaps if Spock could control us like he did at the gunfight."

Kirk sighed. "That was three of us, Bones. Even Spock couldn't deal with more than four hundred people."

"I know, Jim," McCoy said wearily. "I'm clutching at straws." He watched the Vulcan's silent struggle. "Can't say I liked him in my mind but his touch was gentle, restrained, not like these...." He shuddered.

"I know, Bones." Kirk touched the doctor's arm. "Be ready with a sedative strong enough to knock him out. Just in case."

McCoy nodded, and prepared the hypo. "There's enough here to fell an ox."

Kirk could not even smile at the other's attempt at humour. He did something he hated doing. He waited.

The relief science officer joined them. As Kirk briefed her, she stared at Spock; her much admired section chief, in horror. She took over the station and tried not to look at him.

Kirk was not used to being helpless. He struggled to remain still, afraid to try and move Spock in case they disturbed his concentration. McCoy waited by his side, a welcome support but as time went on, they both became more afraid for their friend.

Spock's lips drew back in a grimace of pain. He slumped, and Kirk was about to touch him when McCoy knocked his hand back. "Wait," he said.

Seeing the sense in that, Kirk obeyed. They watched as dark alien eyes opened and Kirk knew at once that the cold, vicious stare did not belong to the Vulcan. "Back. That's not Spock."

McCoy stepped away, his hypo in the palm of his hand.

The alien was finding the unfamiliar body difficult to control. The still undefeated Vulcan mind battled with him for possession. Hegya rose unsteadily to his feet, stepped forward and stumbled.

Seizing his chance, McCoy pressed the hypo into Spock's arm.

"NO....." Hegya cried as swift lethargy overtook the host body. He vacated it in a hurry and returned to space where, in safety, he watched the creatures on the starship. Soon he would try again. He had learned much from his first attempt. He would take over the Vulcan and use him in any way he pleased.

***

Spock's eyes snapped open, as he became aware of the concern emanating from the three humans hovering about him. He lay on a diagnostic bed in sickbay and had no recollection of getting there. Christine Chapel's face came into view, her feelings naked in her eye. He searched for control. He must not permit the emotions of others to weaken him now. He needed all of his strength for the coming ordeal. The alien would attack again.

"I am recovered," he said.

"I gave you the strongest dose of sedative I dared," McCoy said.

"I perceive that you did, doctor," Spock said, dryly. His eyes met Kirk's. "The sedative drove the alien out this time, Captain. At the next attempt, it will be prepared. It is very powerful. More-so than I."

"You were fighting it," Kirk stated.

"Indeed, but I was losing. He drove me deep into my mind. I could not have withstood his mind-blows for much longer." He paused but those in the room did not speak. All were aware of something left unsaid. "I would have been killed... eventually."

Kirk shuddered. Wearily, he sat on the edge of the bed. A sense of hopelessness weighed him down. "Did you learn anything about them?"

"They are the Enyadi, once a powerful species. They committed terrible crimes and the old races, Organian, Melkot, others not familiar to us, banished them to another dimension." He looked at Kirk intently. "Sargon was their judge. Now they have escaped and wish vengeance."

He watched as Kirk worked it out. "They learned all they needed to know from our minds. They have the location of Organia. That's why most of them left."

"Correct, sir. One remains and he is committed to breaking into my mind."

"He fears you and the collective power of Vulcan." Kirk moved to the intercom. "Uhura, s subspace message to Vulcan."

A scream sliced through him. He switched on visual and watched in horror as Uhura writhed in torment then straightened slowly, and pushed those who had tried to aid her away. The evil smile on her lovely face was chilling beyond belief.

"You are trapped. You will obey me or I will tear this body asunder." The alien was cold, menacing, devastating in Uhura's gentle voice.

Kirk mastered his fear. "What do you want? We are no threat to you. We are on a peaceful mission."

"You are mine, to do with as I will. I shall control the Vulcan then torture you by his hands. You will all suffer. That I promise you."

Uhura slumped as the alien vacated her body.

"Sulu, get us out of here," Kirk snapped. "Maximum warp. All sections, I want answers." He turned to the others. "We must get help." He paced the floor. "Bones, Christine, see to Uhura."

"There's a medical team on the bridge," McCoy said.

"She needs your expertise. Go."

The two exchanged a brief glance and headed at a run out of sickbay.

Spock stood up and pulled on his blue shirt. "I suspect that he will not permit us to move, sir. Nor do I think we will be able to relay any messages."

"Suggestions, Spock?" Kirk asked.

"I will not be forced to hurt you. Place me in secure confinement. I will go into meditation. I shall compute the data in my mind. Perhaps I will find an answer."

"But, Spock, he can control any of us. Look at what he did to Uhura."

The Vulcan studied his captain. There was such pain in those hazel eyes. Kirk was always able to take any situation and face it straight on but not this time. The mind-rape had taken its toll. Humans, even an exceptional one like Kirk, had no defences.

"Jim," he said gently. He reached out to touch his friend's shoulder. "Trust me. At present it is the only course of action."

"I trust you implicitly. You know that." Kirk smiled. "I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you."

"I am honoured," Spock said, more determined than ever to beat the menace of the Enyadi.

"Okay, Spock. I'll put you in the brig." As they turned to leave Kirk said, "I only hope..." He broke off as suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck rose. He swung round to face Spock and to his horror, knew what he had sensed. The alien was attacking Spock again. Horror swept through him as Spock's face contorted in agony. Kirk knew he needed to get help and forced himself away from the Vulcan. His hand reached out for the wall intercom.

His arm was caught in an iron grip. He was dragged away and his arms twisted behind his back. With nausea sweeping through him, he looked up and saw Hegya the Enyadi. He refused to accept that evil showing in his best friend's eyes. "Spock. Fight him."

The vicious smile that appeared on Spock's face was terrifying to behold. It often took humans time to adjust to Vulcans; so deep was that race memory of the devil. Faced though with the non-aggressive, civilised manner of the Vulcan people those in contact with them soon lost any fear. Jim Kirk had never experienced that fear. Although he had not understood Spock, he had instinctively liked him from the start. Now he felt fear.

He closed his eyes as an unbidden memory surfaced; Spock's smile of pure joy after finding his captain alive after the combat on Vulcan. Fresh strength surged through Kirk. The friend who had smiled at him in that way would never give up.

"I am Hegya," the alien said in Spock's deep baritone. "I control this body."

"Are you sure?" Kirk asked. "Where is my first officer?"

"He lives still in a corner of this most interesting mind. Soon he will be dead. First though, I will allow him to watch himself kill you." The alien laughed. "It will be most amusing." Hegya released him.

Kirk staggered back. "Spock would not kill me."

"That is what makes this so interesting. I can make him do anything to you."

Kirk choked back a certain relief. Hegya did not know about the combat. He could not yet have assimilated all Spock's memories.

With a swiftness and power that unfortunately Kirk knew, a Vulcan hand struck him on the side of the head. He fell and scrambled out of the way of that non-human strength and the alien laughed, delighting in it.

"You are afraid, human. As you should be."

Kirk struggled to his feet. "You couldn't break into his mind," he taunted. "He'll still defeat you. I know he'll never give up."

"I am in his mind, now, you fool. He is conquered."

"He's still fighting you. Think of what the collective power of Vulcans could do to you."

Hegya sneered. "They are still weaklings. None can defeat the Enyadi." Using Spock's catlike grace, he pounced on Kirk and pinioned his arms again. He laughed as he deliberately increased the pressure.

Kirk struggled in that deadly embrace but was like a child in the hands of a powerful adult. It was then that he realised that Spock - even in the throes of pon farr - had kept his strength under restraint. The few times he had fought Spock, and even thrown him had been down to nothing but luck.

He gasped for air. He could scarcely breathe as his chest was crushed, but he would not give up. Spock would regain control, he knew it, but he needed to get out of this dangerous position. Suddenly he was free. He staggered forward, and hissed with the pain of bruised or broken ribs. He wrapped his arms about his chest and hung on. What did Hegya have in store for him. "Spock," he murmured. "Fight him."

"I will crush your petty little brain," Hegya sneered. He pulled him around and pressed both hands on either side of Kirk's head. In a vicious travesty of the Vulcan mind-meld he penetrated the human's unprotected mind and threw jarring psi-blows at him.

Fire raged through Kirk. Spock, he cried. Don't let him make you kill me. Kirk struggled to dislodge the Vulcan's hands. Spock, help me, he pleaded. His legs gave way and he slid to his knees. All he was aware of now was pain. Excruciating, continual pain.

The alien stood over the helpless human. He was enjoying the power, revelling in the other's suffering, savouring the delight of using this body and for a split second he forgot his battle with the Vulcan. That was the opening, Spock needed. He lashed murder at the Enyadi.

With a cry of agony, Hegya fled.

***

Slowly, Spock's eyes opened. He focussed on Jim Kirk and with extreme care eased the pressure on his head. He knelt opposite his captain, all of the other's agony surging though him. He did not dare think whose hands had caused this. He took a deep breath. Hegya was to blame. Yet, Spock berated himself for not having fought the alien harder. He stopped his swirling thoughts. Guilt was illogical. He must try to heal the damage or else his friend would never know a life free of pain.

In an anguished haze, Kirk did not know what had happened. At first he didn't realise the difference but a soothing warmth began to penetrate his soul.

I'm dead, he thought.

Although injured, you are alive, Jim, Spock's familiar voice said inside his head.

"Spock!" Kirk exclaimed aloud.

"Silence," Spock demanded. "Not even mind-speech. I fear that I have severely hurt you. I can, however, relieve the worst of it."

"I didn't know," Kirk began.

"Jim, I must insist on your silence."

Kirk knew when to obey and without further delay, allowed Spock into the pain control centres of his brain. After a short time, the sharp agony began to ease and then settled into a dull ache. The relief was indescribable and he began to breathe a little easier. Moments later his tension drained away.

"I can do no more," Spock said. "McCoy has the ability to deal with the rest. No, do not speak yet. Wait until the shock leaves you."

Kirk floated in the warmth of healing meld and relaxed fully. Yet, underneath it he became aware of deep shame and grief. Let me help, he said. What he did to you was far worse, than anything done to me.

I can bear it. I am a Vulcan.

No. You can't hide it from me, especially in a meld.

I am all right, Jim, Spock reassured. How are you feeling now?

Much better

I shield you. Once I break the meld you will feel searing pain.

Without your help I would have passed out, I think. Is my brain damaged, Spock? Kirk swallowed his fear and awaited the answer.

Do not be concerned. There was minor bruising. Although I am a novice at healing, I was successful in repairing the damage.

Ever the modest one, Kirk said. Thank you. He could not hide his gratitude, here in the intimacy of the meld, nor did he want to. He knew his feelings were being picked up for he sensed intense embarrassment from Spock.

There was a long silence, then, hesitantly, Spock said, I beg your forgiveness.

Forgive you! What for? You saved my life...

It is I who caused this.

Nonsense. You are not to blame. It was the Enyadi.

Indeed, but it was my hands....

The jagged hurt coming from the Vulcan was overwhelming. Kirk knew that for him to feel that meant that Spock's psi barriers were badly shaken. Spock, I'm telling you again that you're not to blame. You will not hold yourself responsible for this. That is an order.

Yes, sir, Spock acknowledged.

Kirk could not help but be amused at the situation. Despite being in control of the mind-meld Spock was still taking orders from him.

It is ironic, Spock commented, picking up on his thought.

It sure is. Just obey your captain. You know I wouldn't hold you responsible for what the alien did. Anyway, I've taken a few punches from you before. As long, as you don't make a habit of it.

Yes, Captain. As long, as you do not provoke me.

Kirk laughed and it felt good. The few times, he and Spock had fought had indeed been provoked by him.

Be prepared. Now I must withdraw from the meld, Spock said. McCoy is here. He will assist you.

Spock... I don't want to leave this. I... Dammit, I'm afraid. Kirk was not ashamed to admit his fears to this his closest friend.

I too, Jim. We will face this menace together.

Yes. We will and we'll beat the bastard.

With extreme care, Spock eased out of Kirk's mind. The agony struck the human and he clung to the Vulcan's hands in an attempt to tone it down. "Oh, god," he whispered.

***

After giving Uhura emergency treatment on the bridge, McCoy and his team returned with her to sickbay. On seeing the two men, he sent the others into the next room. M'Benga and Chapel were capable to deal with Uhura now. His own responsibility now was the welfare of the command team. He waited with impatience, scanning them, knowing that Spock was somehow helping Jim. Soon his own expertise would be needed and he would be ready.

"Doctor, attend the captain," Spock snapped.

McCoy jumped. He had been so wrapped up in studying Jim's pain fluctuation readings on the medicorder that he had been unaware of Spock's return to the outside world. "Who did this to him?" he asked as he prepared a hypo.

Spock did not take his eyes from the captain. "I did."

McCoy pressed the hypo to Kirk's arm. "The alien, you mean."

Spock looked at him for the first time, but was silent.

"You hurt Jim? Impossible." He smiled a little then looked at Kirk's still clutching hands. "What did you to him? I mean to help him." He noted by the signs on Kirk's face that the drug was working.

Spock hesitated. He was unwilling to discuss anything to do with his personal psi abilities, however, logic dictated that McCoy needed to know. Jim's health was paramount. "I healed the damage done to his mind. The pain he is feeling is, in simple terms, the bruising. That will heal in time. Perhaps I should have erased the memories but I would not, without his permission."

"Of course not. Vulcan ethics," McCoy said.

"Indeed."

Kirk heard them as if from afar. As the drug took effect, he became more aware of his surroundings and his grip on Spock's hands. He sensed concern closely followed by embarrassment. His own, or Spock's? He didn't know. He forced heavy eyes open and met the anxious look of his Vulcan friend. "Thanks," he said, releasing him.

Spock inclined his head. "I am honoured."

"We've got to find a way to defeat this," Kirk said.

"You need rest, Jim," McCoy said as he helped Kirk to his feet. "You must lie down."

"No, I got to get to the bridge," Kirk said in his usual stubborn way.

"You're still in pain," McCoy argued.

"I can cope with it."

Spock remained kneeling and it was only after some argument that both Kirk and McCoy realised that he had not moved.

"Spock." Kirk touched the Vulcan's shoulder. A chill ran through him. What if the alien had taken over again? Dark eyes looked up at him in their normal penetrating way, and Kirk almost swayed with relief. "Spock, what is it?"

"Captain, when the Enyadi was unguarded for a moment, I struck him with..." He swallowed. "with a desperate blow."

"Spock do you have the answer?"

"Perhaps."

"Tell me. There may not be much time."

The Vulcan stood up and his effort at control was almost painful to see. "He was using me to hurt you, Jim. Ancient Vulcan emotions were stirred. I threw great anger at him."

His words registered with the two humans, but now was not the time to comment. "Then we must amplify your telepathy somehow. That must be the way to fight him."

"Also my own thoughts," Spock replied.

"You mean throw telepathic weapons at him?" McCoy exclaimed. "Are you both crazy?"

Spock turned to him. "Dr McCoy, I believe I can utilise the computer through a bio-interactive access device."

McCoy was horrified. "Plug the damn computer into your brain! No. It's much too dangerous." He grabbed Kirk's arm. "You can't allow it, Captain."

"There have been successful experiments done on Vulcan," Spock informed them.

Kirk paced up and down. What was he to do? Risk Spock like this in the small chance that he would succeed? He stopped in front of the Vulcan. "Yes, using computers nowhere near as powerful as ours. McCoy has a valid point. The risk..."

"The risk is acceptable, Jim. It is only a matter of time before Hegya regains his strength. Then he will kill us all. He enjoys the power he wields using my body. I will not permit him to use me in such a fashion again. I ask your permission to proceed, Captain."

Kirk braced his shoulders. "You're right. There is no other choice." He looked at this friend to whom he had been closer than any other just minutes ago in the meld. He shuddered. How could he lose him?

"I would be honoured if you would wish me luck," Spock said, in an obvious attempt to lighten the situation. "I shall need it."

Kirk chuckled. "I thought you didn't believe in luck."

Spock raised an eyebrow. "If you believe in it, then I must reconsider."

Kirk grinned then clasped Spock's sinewy arms. "Good luck, my friend." He released the Vulcan then turned away, not wanting the other to see his distress.

Spock stared at his captain's back, sensing his pain anyway. He swallowed, then forced it from his mind. He faced the doctor. "I require your assistance.

The doctor cleared his throat, and could not hide his own emotion from Spock. "Let's get on with it," he replied in a gruff voice. "I'll need M'Benga to help."

Spock nodded and followed him into a small intensive care ward. He did not look back.

Kirk looked in on Uhura, who lay unconscious in a private cubicle, attended by two medics. "How is she?" he asked.

"It doesn't look good, sir," Dr Ramon replied. "She's in shock and there is a real possibility of brain damage."

Kirk controlled his sorrow at her condition, recalling her vitality, her expertise at her job, her bravery, and her lovely singing voice. He relied on her. She was one of his best officers. He sighed and turned away. There was no chance for any of them if Spock didn't succeed. "Take care of her," he called over his shoulder as he left. He must steel himself for the forthcoming ordeal.

Spock lay on a diagnostic bed, his head probed by electrodes.

"Well, he's finally joined up with his damn computer," McCoy grumbled. "I wish him joy of it."

Kirk moved to the bedside and looked at the concerned, Christine Chapel. "Spock's ideas always work."

"I know, sir," she replied.

"Then why are we worrying?" McCoy asked.

Despite the desperate situation, Kirk could not help but smile but he looked down at Spock and it faded. He chewed at his lip.

Spock's eyes opened. "I am prepared, sir."

Kirk did not trust himself to speak so he just nodded. Again, he was relying on Vulcan abilities, risking his friend's life. How many times had Spock saved them? Too many times, it seemed. Aware of the Vulcan's eyes on him, he dismissed those thoughts. That telepathy might just pick them up. Spock had enough to contend with right now.

He forced himself to say something. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked, shocked at the hoarseness of his voice.

"Be with me," Spock replied softly.

"I'll be right here,"

Spock stared at him for a long moment then closed his eyes. "Power on," he ordered.

The Vulcan's body convulsed.

"Bones!" Kirk exclaimed in fear.

The medics watched the readings. "It's all right. He warned us about this," M'Benga said. "His body can withstand these stresses."

Unable to bear the sight of the Vulcan's reactions, Kirk looked at the monitor screen. Outside the hull the vast energy being pulsated, its body a sickly shade of yellow. It seemed to be waiting, gathering its strength as it moved a short distance away. Kirk knew that it was preparing for the forthcoming battle.

Moments later, a streak of silver light approached the alien. Spock. The two collided then a blinding luminescence lit the screen and Kirk was forced to look away.

"Damn him," McCoy muttered. "His readings are even crazier than usual."

"That is only to be expected," M'Benga replied. "His heart rate has increased, in fact all readings are off the scale. See even his skin tone has deepened. We do not know what this will do to him. Full Vulcans have recovered from experimental trials but he..."

"I know," McCoy interrupted. "I know." He clasped his hands together to still their trembling. Kirk knew how he felt. He was having difficulty in overcoming the outward evidence of his own fear.

"We can't do a thing," M'Benga warned. "It could interfere with his concentration. Remember his instructions.""

Kirk shook his head a little then returned his attention to the now normal screen. He caught his breath as the alien encircled the fragile silver of Spock's essence.

Spock was at the edge of collapse. The alien was not weakening. He strained for more power; he must win for the ship, the crew, for Jim. Fresh strength surged through him as Hegya attempted to engulf him. With an inner cry, he retaliated with all the fury of his hybrid heritage. Vulcan strength merged with human passion, and he beat the Enyadi back.

"Cease," Hegya cried. "We must talk."

"Talk!" Spock exclaimed. "What can you say to me? Torturer, murderer, criminal of unspeakable crimes."

"You are more powerful than I realised. Join with us. You are superior to these humans. We will destroy them and then we shall conquer the universe."

"I would never join with you," Spock replied, sickened by the very idea.

"Why not?" Hegya asked. "You have suffered at their hands. You have no reason to protect them."

"Did you glean that from my thoughts?"

"Indeed. I have seen how they have wounded you."

"Your violation of my mind has not been thorough. Those are old memories."

"NO," Hegya protested. "I took all your memories and fears. I know all."

"If you know all," Spock scorned, "then you have misunderstood. I will destroy you for the safety of the Federation, as the Organians will eliminate the others, but it is simpler than that. I will punish you for crimes of mind-rape against my shipmates, and for using me to hurt my captain."

"He is weak. You are superior to him. You owe him nothing," the Enyadi argued.

"You are incorrect in your assessment. I owe him everything."

Hegya considered this but loyalty and friendship were beyond his comprehension. "I do not understand. I have offered you the universe, power beyond imagining yet you reject it. Well, Vulcan, it is your decision. Prepare for death."

***

McCoy met his captain's eyes. "Damn his heroics," he retorted angrily.

"He had no other choice," Kirk replied. He watched the screen. The silver of Spock's presence was fading in and out. Spock was weakening. He slammed his right fist into his left palm. "There must be something we can do to help."

Memories of times he had been saved from death by Spock surfaced. There had to be a way. He could not let his best friend die alone in the emptiness of space. A sudden stab of pain took the breath from him and he clutched at the desk. He closed his eyes and the idea came to him. It was so simple. Why had he not thought of it before?

He grabbed a chair and pulled it over by the bed. "I'm going to attempt to get through to him. Maybe I can help."

"Jim, I doubt he'll be aware of you," McCoy hesitated then continued, "But maybe..." He trailed off. What could he say to this man who was witnessing the horrific death throes of his closest friend?

"I'll make him aware of me," Kirk replied.

McCoy blinked several times and did not speak as the captain lifted Spock's hand. Then it dawned on him just what Jim was attempting. Surely, it was impossible, yet these two were very close. They had just recently been involved in a mind meld. Perhaps some of that rapport remained.

He knew enough of the Vulcan Mind Meld to know that Spock's hands acted as some sort of conduit between him and the person he melded with. There were certain contact points essential to the touch. Jim obviously believed so too, for he was positioning Spock's fingertips on his own face. McCoy swallowed, finding it difficult to control the swell of emotions on witnessing this tableau. Surely, they were all doomed. Yet he had seen Jim and Spock pull them all out of the most hopeless situations. He drew comfort from that.

"Doctor, are you all right?" Christine asked.

He nodded, unable to speak.

***

Kirk tried to remember. Where were the correct contact points? Did it even matter? He held Spock's hand against his face, closed his eyes, and concentrated. Spock, do you hear me? Let me help.

Nothing

Spock, take me into the link. Use my strength

Silence

Listen to me, he insisted, and reached out with all of his will. Spock, my mind is yours. Take it. My will is yours. Use it.

Emptiness

Spock, acknowledge me. Take me in with you. Let me help you fight him, he pleaded.

There was a slight tingle of contact.

No, it is too dangerous for you, came the faint reply.

This is not the time to tell me I am a weakling human. Don't try and protect me. You're exhausted. Accept my help. That is an order.

Captain, it is impossible. You have suffered enough at Hegya's hands. I cannot risk you in such a foolish venture.

Spock, I'm warning you. Don't you know the penalty for flagrant disobedience of orders?

He sensed a glimmer of amusement from the Vulcan and then saw the humour of the situation himself. Just how was he to enforce such a penalty here in a mind meld? I'm sorry, Spock, he said. Just ignore my temper. Let me fight him with you. Please. We make the perfect team, don't we?

Indeed we do, Jim, Spock relented. Very well, prepare yourself. He will strike soon.

How the hell did he prepare for this, he wondered?

They waited in silence for a time then he was suddenly caught up in a powerful force and flung outwards. He looked about him in shock. He was unprotected in the vacuum of Space. He couldn't breathe. He would die here alone.

Jim, a familiar voice, sliced through his panic.

No. He was not alone and unprotected. Spock was with him.

Hegya had become aware of Kirk's presence. Do you think that this human can help you defeat me? He sneered. You will die together.

With a cry of sheer rage, Hegya attacked.

Kirk did not flinch as Spock unleashed both of them at the alien. Spock had fought at his side many times but now Kirk had to permit the Vulcan to take control, direct his will, his emotions, and his very essence. He gave it all without a murmur. It was just enough to tip the balance and they surrounded Hegya. The alien threw punishing blows at them. They absorbed the pain, shook under the other's dying screams and curses but did not allow anything to stop them in their mission to crush their enemy into oblivion. Although shaken to the core, Kirk remained, bolstering Spock until Hegya disintegrated into nothingness.

There was a loosening of the contact between them and Kirk tried to hold onto the utterly exhausted Vulcan. To his horror, he realised that Spock's consciousness was dissolving.

Spock. Return to the ship at once, he ordered.

Through Spock's weakening will, that tone of command penetrated. He roused himself to reply. I cannot, Captain. I am too weak. I am dying. He felt himself fade further from reality. I ask forgiveness.

No, I order you to return at once, Kirk insisted.

Do not grieve, Spock struggled to reply.

Please, Spock. Kirk's tone changed from command mode. Return to the ship with me, he begged. I won't lose you. You've called me brother. Would you abandon me?

Some inner reserve within Spock responded to that desperate plea and with one last effort he drew on Kirk's unflinching determination. He absorbed his friend's stubborn will and a small surge of energy suffused him. It was enough to propel them both back to the Enterprise.

***

M'Benga, McCoy and Chapel watched the screen in horror as Spock's life force disappeared. They swung round to stare at the diagnostic scanner. McCoy chewed at his lip as all life signs went to zero.

"Full life support ready," Chapel said her voice shaky.

"Wait," M'Benga said, his hand out to stop her bringing the equipment over.

Kirk slumped forward. McCoy lifted those broad, now shaking shoulders back against him and ran a hand scanner over the captain. The readings, although high, were just within normal parameters. He almost jumped when the bio-bed scanners began to sound.

"Mr Spock's readings are beginning to stabilise," M'Benga reported.

McCoy glanced up to check for himself. "Damn Vulcan's readings are crazier than usual." He blinked back sudden tears then returned his attention to the exhausted captain. "C'mon, Jim. You need to rest."

"I'm okay," Kirk replied in an almost inaudible voice. He seemed unable to open his eyes or even move. "Spock?"

"He's back," McCoy confirmed. "Damn fool Vulcan. Even worse fool of a captain." He shook his head. "Christine, help me lift him onto a bed"

"I'm..."

"Shut up, Captain," McCoy ordered.

With a sigh of relief, Kirk sank into a deep sleep.

Six hours later, weary still but awake; he was sitting up and arguing with McCoy about returning to duty.

"Over my dead body. Scotty can run the ship for a day or so while you rest," McCoy insisted.

"Bones," Kirk muttered in a dangerous, soft tone, "I'm telling you that I am fit for.... " He trailed off, suddenly aware of a presence forming. "Intruder alert," he ordered but countermanded it as the image solidified into the Organian elder Ayleborne.

The gentle faced man bowed, then stood with arms folded. "Greetings," he said.

"Who the hell is this?" McCoy asked.

"It's all right, Bones. He is a friend. This is Ayleborne, a member of the Organian Council."

Ayleborne inclined his head then spoke. "Captain Kirk, it was but moments ago that he learned of the difficulties you were facing. You must forgive us. I came as quickly as possible. We are unused to war and we suffered many casualties before we disposed of the Enyadi." He hesitated. "You told us once that some things were worth dying for. We scorned you then but now realise the truth of those words. Despite our dead, it was worth the price. Our universe is safe now."

"I grieve with you for your losses, sir."

Ayleborne acknowledged those words then looked across at the Vulcan. "Mr Spock is a remarkable person to have fought a being of such immense power."

"He is the most remarkable person I've ever met." He smiled a little then swallowed. "He's injured. The doctors don't know if he'll live or die. Lt Uhura lies seriously ill after an attack by Hegya. Others in my crew are still in shock."

"You do not mention yourself," Ayleborne observed.

Kirk shrugged. "I'll be all right. My crew, sir. Can you help them?"

"Wait a minute, Jim." McCoy interrupted. "No-one will touch my patients."

"Can you help Spock, or Uhura?" Kirk asked. "Trust him, doctor."

McCoy studied the slightly built, unassuming newcomer. There was a challenge in his stare and Ayleborne smiled. "Do not worry. I shall cure the crew. They suffer from shock. It is easily remedied." He closed his eyes for a moment. "A little rest is all that is needed."

McCoy shook his head. He felt like a novice before this advanced being, a primitive medicine man in the presence of a highly superior healer. Ayleborne's wise and kindly eyes were on him and he began to relax. "Very well, sir. Please continue."

"Dr McCoy, you are a fine physician. I commend you on your prompt action after Lt Uhura was attacked. That is what has saved her life. I have encouraged her body to heal itself. She is beginning to recover and will be well within a few days."

"Thank you sir," McCoy replied, his earlier insecurity easing under the other's calm manner.

The Organian held out his arms and a shimmering energy field surrounded the Vulcan's bed. "If you had not assisted Mr Spock in returning to his body, Captain, I would have been powerless to save him." He lowered his arms. "You both have my deepest admiration. Such loyalty between species gives us hope for the future of your Federation. When you came to Organia, we judged you too harshly. We had been isolated for too long."

Kirk got to his feet and bowed his head to this benign advanced being. Somehow, he wanted to show him the deepest respect. The Organian acknowledged him then returned his attention to Spock. A moment later the energy field dissolved and Spock drew in a sharp breath. Kirk moved over to him then glanced inquiringly at Ayleborne.

"He will awaken shortly." Ayleborne said

McCoy watched the readings and nodded. "He seems to be in a natural sleep."

"The Enyadi were a vicious race who enjoyed inflicting pain upon others. For their crimes, they were banished. A sentence we now realise was too merciful. On their return to our dimension, they forged a trail of suffering along their path, something we must attempt to redress. I commend you both on your brave attack on the Enyadi. I regret you were subjected to such humiliation." He sighed and looked down. "They are dead now and we must strive to live again in peace. If you will excuse me, I must return to attend to our casualties. It was difficult for us to win the battle. The Enyadi who engaged us were at tenth level."

"Tenth level?" Kirk inquired.

"Full maturity," Ayleborne replied.

"And Hegya, sir. Was he an adult?" Kirk asked.

Ayleborne smiled. "In your terms he was an adolescent. If he had been adult you would all be dead."

The humans looked at each other in dismay.

The Organian placed a hand on Spock's forehead. "You fought a being whose power far outreached your own and defeated him. Most admirable. Farewell my son. Live long and prosper."

"Fascinating," a familiar voice spoke as Ayleborne disappeared.

"Spock!" cried the four humans.

Spock flinched a little and raised an eyebrow. "The range of his transporter, if that indeed is what he uses, is remarkable."

Kirk shook Spock's shoulders. "Are you all right?"

"Quite all right," the Vulcan replied. "However, you are debilitated." He looked up and Kirk saw his concern.

"Just tired, Spock."

"I suggest you rest further. I shall assume command."

"Oh no you don't," McCoy chipped in. "Scotty can finish the mapping. You will rest."

"I'm backing the doctor on that," Kirk added.

"As if I need your authority," McCoy commented with a grin.

"Very well," Spock conceded. "I shall rest."

Kirk ignored the doctor who chuckled and turned his attention to the diagnostic readouts. Suddenly annoyed, he turned his full attention on the Vulcan. "I don't like this insubordination of yours. You disregarded my orders."

Surprised at the sudden change of mood, Spock asked, "I disobeyed you, Captain?"

"You were about to- twice. I ordered you to take me into the meld. I ordered you to return to the ship."

"I did both, Captain," Spock said innocently.

"Yes, eventually, after I pleaded with you," Kirk snapped. "Does this mean I have to go down on my knees and plead with you to obey my orders?"

"That would be a most undignified position for a starship captain" Spock commented after a moment of silence.

Suddenly realising how ludicrous he was being, Kirk burst out laughing. "I thought Vulcans didn't joke," he said, once he had recovered some control.

"Vulcans do not joke," Spock replied. "However, I do question the foolishness of a human who tries to involve himself in mind war."

Kirk gave a start. He frowned. "Are you questioning my decisions?"

"Indeed. It is my right, as your first officer and friend."

Kirk stared at him but could not hold the gaze. The Vulcan spoke the truth. "You're right. Of course."

"Of course."

Kirk realised he had been gripping Spock's shoulders tightly during all of this. He unclenched his fingers and stood back. "I'm sorry, I just..." he trailed off embarrassed.

"I understand, Jim," Spock replied in a low tone.

McCoy had no idea of what they had been discussing but decided it was time to put a stop to it. They were both exhausted. "Jim, go lie down. Spock get some more rest. Jim, Scotty is in command, remember?"

Kirk nodded, a little chastened still by Spock's words, and allowed himself to be settled down on the other bed. He stared up at the ceiling as the medics fussed about him, then almost jumped when he heard Spock's voice in his mind.

Thank you for saving my life.

Startled, Kirk turned to face him. He quickly recovered his aplomb then replied, "I would not wish Starfleet to lose the services of the best first officer in the fleet."

Spock's brow climbed. "Indeed," he replied in a tone of disbelief.

Christine Chapel stared at them, aware that more was being said than was being spoken. She envied the captain's rapport with Spock and wished she had just a fraction of it. McCoy indicated that she and M'Benga should continue with their other duties and she complied knowing that both Kirk and Spock needed privacy to discuss the very strange events of the day.

Kirk settled back with a deep sigh. "Indeed," he murmured in reply to Spock, but a moment later another telepathic message arrived.

Thank you anyway, Jim.

Kirk looked at him again. "How are you doing that. I thought you were a touch telepath."

"Does it disturb you, Jim? If so I will refrain and talk aloud."

Kirk shook his head. "No, I don't mind. It was just a bit of a shock, that's all. Hell, it's you, my best friend. Why should I be bothered?"

I am honoured.

"Just don't make a habit of it."

"Affirmative, sir." Spock closed his eyes as the ordeal began to catch up with him. It was time to meditate and clear his mind of any residual effects of the mind battle. He began the steps that would take him to the first level of meditation.

Kirk settled down comfortably as Spock's presence seemed to reach out to touch him. He stretched out and yawned. Spock, he inquired, trying to throw out his thoughts.

Jim! the surprised reply came.

"You heard me?" Kirk said aloud. "But how?" He lay on his side and looked across.

"My hypothesis is that the exceptional mental effort used against the alien, along with our telepathic links in the past has produced a..." He leaned up on his elbow. "The link today was deeper than at any other time. It is possible that the telepathic receptors in your brain have been stimulated. I am unable to ascertain if this could be a permanent situation. It is a fascinating situation."

"Really, Mr Spock. All this speculation. Where are all your hard facts?" Kirk teased. He grinned at Spock's raised eyebrow and puzzled look. "Well, maybe we can get in a little practise during our recuperation."

"I believe you said, and I quote - 'Just don't make a habit of it.' Am I not correct?"

"Mmmm. Does it disturb you?"

Kirk swore he could sense a smile despite the disapproving expression on the Vulcan's face.

Nor when it is you, Jim, Spock replied. You have not needed telepathy to understand me. You have always penetrated my barriers and I must admit that I have not regretted it.

There was silence as Kirk digested that. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and keep his emotions at bay for surely Spock could pick up on them too easily now that the link between them was heightened. He would not do anything to make his friend uncomfortable.

The menace was over and there was time enough to get used to this new development in their friendship. Yet he couldn't restrain a little bit of curiosity.

Would you prefer this telepathic contact to be temporary?

There was a long silence and Kirk began to wonder if indeed he had been heard.

I would prefer to wait a time before I answer your question, the reply finally arrived.

Kirk grinned and settled down to sleep. Those were his own feelings on the matter as well. He soon dropped off into a deep slumber but Spock remained awake, thinking his own thoughts.

Close telepathic links operated only in friendships of the deepest kind. For it to exist between a half-Vulcan and a psi-null human was unprecedented. He wished he could talk to his father who had married a Terran woman and whom he knew communicated with her telepathically.

His mind turned to thoughts of the ancient ballads that told the tales of the warrior brothers of Vulcan's past. Perhaps that was the closest approximation of his relationship with Kirk. They were in some sense, warriors. They had fought the Enyadi together and had won. Their life aboard the Enterprise was often a battle against all odds. So far, they had always won.

He composed himself for deep meditation. One day he would tell Jim about the tradition of t'hy'la, warrior brothers. Knowing Jim's passion for history, he was certain that the stories would be received with delight.

He drifted down into soothing warmth and knew complete peace for a time.

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