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Captain James T Kirk slid his hands along the warm skin of his bare arms, enjoying the sensual touch and his freedom from the restrictive clothing he had been forced to wear. He allowed the welcome feeling of normality to sink through his exhausted mind and smiled as he absorbed the sight of the flattering gold uniform that showed his muscular form to perfection.

He was vaguely aware of the relieved laughter from the landing party, but spared no time for them as he raised his eyes to the familiar bearded face of his first officer. His grin widened as he met the Vulcan's hard stare and he chuckled. This was how a Vulcan should be! Not that weak, smooth-faced pacifist from the other universe.

Spock saluted smartly. "Captain Kirk, welcome aboard." His deep voice was clipped and emotionless.

Kirk stepped down from the platform, drew all of his military power around him like a cloak and stood, his back straight, arms folded, fists clenched tightly. It was a stance that intimidated everyone except the austere first officer, but Kirk did not hesitate to use it. It made him feel good and created the correct image in front of the rest of the crew.

"A parallel universe, sir, coexisting on the same dimensional plane," Spock replied. "The ion storm caused a weakening in the field density between the two universes. Whilst in the process of transporting to the Enterprise from Halka, a transposition took place. You and your team were beamed aboard another Enterprise, while your... counterparts arrived here. A most interesting occurrence, sir."

"Interesting!" Kirk exclaimed. "It was sickening. Your counterpart spotted us immediately and threw us in the brig. We didn't stand a chance; he brought security down on us before we could understand what was happening." Kirk shook his head. "He was different to you, Spock. Quieter, gentler but he worked out the situation with lightning speed."

The other-Spock's deductive reasoning and skill in determining the method of returning them had gained Kirk's reluctant admiration. The Vulcan had come to the brig to explain the situation. At first Kirk had disbelieved the incredible story, certain that Spock was playing some kind of dangerous charade in order to take command of the ship. But after the Vulcan had shown him areas of what was a very different Enterprise, he had grudgingly conceded that the first officer spoke the truth. Kirk's anger and sense of betrayal had cooled as he realised the ramifications of being trapped in an alien universe. There had been no choice but to co-operate.

However, obviously not trusting them, the beardless Spock had kept the landing party under continuous surveillance. So like an action his own first officer might have taken despite this counterpart's lack of that menacing aspect that had always been a challenge to Kirk's danger-loving nature.

Kirk stared up at the Vulcan. "I assume you did the same with the impostors who came here?" he demanded.

Spock was silent for a moment. He straightened his shoulders, clasping his hands behind his back as he replied, "No, sir."

"For a time they were able to convince us that they were native to this universe," Spock replied in a tone which seemed defensive to Kirk's ever alert instincts.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Mister," Kirk threatened. "My quarters. NOW."

Kirk spun to face the landing party. "Say nothing about this incident without my permission. Understood?"

Scott, Uhura and McCoy indicated their agreement and satisfied that they would keep silent, Kirk left the transporter room with Spock following. The guards, Farrell and Sorav, were waiting outside but Kirk barely glanced at them as they took the usual places at their masters' backs. He strode to his cabin and only spoke with them to order that they stay outside the door and allow no-one entry. Sorav glanced at Spock for confirmation, then stood by Farrell as the two senior officers entered the captain's quarters.

The guards knew one another well and had learned to trust and respect one other, for in their years on the I.S.S. Enterprise they had seen their masters' friendship grow. They organised their underlings with rigid authority, ruthlessly ascertaining their loyalty and ensuring that no officers of the Empire were better protected than Kirk and Spock. Both chief guards knew that was because they were able to combine resources and plan joint protection schemes for the command team. Few would try to reach a captain who held the loyalty of such a first officer, protected by his own and the Vulcan's guards. Only the foolhardy would attempt to assassinate a Vulcan who held his captain's favour.

Farrell frowned, but did not refute the other's words. Sorav was always accurate about such matters. "Concerning what?" he asked.

"I am uncertain," the Vulcan replied, "but I sense disharmony between our masters."

"They've disagreed before, Sorav," Farrell replied. "Remember the veiled threats in the corridor? That was real interesting to watch. Captain Kirk smiled after Mr. Spock left. He likes it when Spock challenges him. He'll take things from him that he wouldn't from anyone else. Don't worry, they'll work it out. They always do."

Sorav did not reply but he knew there was danger to his master. He stood serenely but with all his Vulcan senses on full alert. Kirk was unpredictable and, despite the co-operation between first officer and captain, it was Sorav's duty to watch Spock at all times and protect him from the assassin's knife. He did not care to contemplate his fate if he failed in his task. T'Pau's vengeance would destroy his family to the last member, brutally killing even the smallest infant. Vulcan justice was swift and merciless.

Farrell discreetly watched the inexpressive face of the Vulcan guard, worried despite his flippant words. One reason why Sorav made an exceptional protector for the first officer was his telepathy. He could sense murderous thoughts within the vicinity of his charge and this talent had saved both Spock and Kirk on more than one occasion. Farrell respected both the Vulcan guard and the first officer but his only loyalty lay with Kirk. If given the order he would have no qualms about killing either of them.

Kirk paid him well but credits were not the main reason he protected the captain. Kirk's mother was Farrell's only sister and he was devoted to her. She had made him promise to guard her son with his life and Farrell had willingly agreed, for he had almost been a father to the young James Kirk after George Samuel Kirk had died during a mutiny on his ship. Farrell was proud of his nephew, having taught him until the boy eventually outstripped all his peers and began a meteoric rise in the fleet. He had followed the young officer, unable to guide his life anymore but taking great satisfaction in keeping him safe. He thought with shame of his negligence over Chekov - Kirk had not yet punished him for that oversight. And now there was the assassination attempt by Sulu... Farrell shuddered as he wondered if his nephew would show him any leniency.

He remembered his horror when Spock had called him to Sickbay to transfer Sulu to the brig. He had not dared to disobey the angry Vulcan but as soon as the security chief had been incarcerated, Farrell had rushed to the transporter room only to be stopped at the door by Sorav who had told him they were barred from entering. During the course of Kirk and Spock's unusual friendship he had become used to such orders so he had not questioned Sorav. He knew that he would certainly be reprimanded if he interrupted any of their private scheming. He had watched - hardly surprised - when the captain's woman hurriedly emerged, then had patiently waited until Kirk and Spock appeared some minutes later.

Sorav turned to face him and he grinned a little at the stiffness of the Vulcan's expression. "Lighten up, Sorav," he said. "Why are you Vulcans always so damn serious?"

Kirk sat quietly listening to the first officer's report, but inside he was seething with anger. The other-Kirk had taken his place and given orders that put him into trouble with Starfleet Command. His eyes never strayed from the Vulcan's stiff form as the entire amazing story emerged.

Halka spared! Sulu and Chekov in assassination attempts! Spock totally fooled by the impostors! His hand slapped down hard on the desk. "How did it take you so long to unmask them, Mr. Spock? Why the hell didn't you know he wasn't me?"

Spock shifted uncomfortably, his gaze slipping away from the captain's then returning to face him. Kirk was fascinated and a deep thrill of pleasure coursed through him as he saw the Vulcan squirm. He had always wanted to shatter that proud, superior attitude, to bend the first officer to his will as he did all others. One part of his interest in Spock was that challenge, another was the fact that Spock was not subservient to him in any way but had given his loyalty freely only after Kirk had saved his life.

Having a Vulcan sworn to him had made Kirk the envy of the fleet. He had never regretted the risk taken those years ago when he had saved Spock from Captain Pike's trap. At the time, he had not understood why he had done it. Spock had been alone, separated from his operatives in a cleverly laid ambush during a planetary survey. Kirk had been waiting for the chance to take over from Pike - an incompetent fool only in power due to family connections. He had found Pike and his men about to blast the bound and gagged Vulcan into oblivion, but after a fierce battle, against all odds, he and Farrell had beaten them. The Vulcan had been at his mercy, helpless under the phasers aimed at his head.

For a moment he had stared into hypnotic, alien eyes and had seen sadness there. It had touched something deep inside himself, and throwing caution to the wind he had bent down and freed the prisoner, gaining a powerful ally - perhaps even a friend of sorts - by his merciful act. It had been sensible to promote the Vulcan to first officer. Certainly, Spock's backing had firmly entrenched Kirk as captain of the Enterprise; their missions had been highly successful and profitable. He trusted Spock. He had the security of knowing that the Vulcan operatives boosted his own guards and he was able to relax in the knowledge that only complete fools like Sulu or Chekov would attempt to remove him. And they had tried with the other-Kirk. No doubt the impostor had not been cautious, and it had supplied him with a perfect excuse to rid himself of their troublesome presence. Kirk brought his attention back to the present as he realised that the Vulcan was speaking.

"Some of his orders were unusual, but he was identical to you in every way, Captain. I had no cause to suspect him at first. I would not question your orders unless there was a very good reason."

"But he wanted to save the Halkans," Kirk persisted. "I'd never do that, not against Starfleet's express instructions. Do you think I want to commit suicide?"

Spock seemed to brace himself. "The destruction of the Halkans is illogical, sir. I thought that you had realised this. Perhaps the time has come to question Starfleet orders."

A cold fury swept through Kirk. "Are you telling me that you agree with that lily-livered insipid double of mine?" He stood and leaned over the desk, his body tensed like a spring. "What else has he been doing here?"

"Wait outside," Kirk snapped. A premonition of utter chaos was causing a painful twisting in his guts and he needed privacy to consider his best course of action.

The Vulcan nodded, turned on his heel and left the cabin. Kirk swore vehemently, resumed his seat and proceeded to retrieve all the spy-recorder data for the time the counterparts had been trapped on his ship. In bitter silence he watched his double charm Marlena in this very room. His heart thudded wildly as he saw himself as he once was, in a younger, more innocent time, when he and Marlena had been in love; before power and ambition had destroyed the remains of his idealism. Marlena still loved him but as he had once been, as the man this alternate-Kirk remained. Was the other universe so different to his own? Did its inhabitants have the freedom to live, as they pleased, without the demands of their duty to the Empire limiting their chances of personal happiness?

Savagely, he forwarded the tape to view the different incidents recorded involving the other-Kirk. The fight with Chekov's hit man in the corridor, showing that this double knew how to defend himself despite his gentler nature; giving orders on the bridge; exchanging threats with Spock as Farrell and Sorav stood listening; planning to save Spock from blame over the problems caused by his presence. Worst of all, attempting to subvert Spock by encouraging him to rebel against the Empire. Kirk seethed as he watched his first officer being urged to take action to remove his captain from power.

He yelled for Spock to return as he turned the offensive scene off. "Bastard," he hissed maliciously. "Weak pretty boy from a universe of insufferable goodness."

"He is a most interesting man," Spock commented as he stood, hands clasped behind him, in a relaxed but correctly military stance. "An excellent commander."

Kirk looked up at him. He had not given the Vulcan permission to sit and did not intend to either, but the other's height was intimidating. He controlled the touch of fear he sometimes felt in Spock's presence. "If he was so wonderful, why didn't you take over the ship and imprison me? That's what he wanted you to do."

Spock stepped forward. "As you are aware, Captain, I do not wish command. Still his words have merit. We cannot maintain the reign of terror forever; the sheer vastness of space is against us. There will be more uprisings, further resistance groups will challenge our authority and both human and Vulcan empires will be plunged into a deadly intergalactic conflict with their subject planets. Is it not logical to attempt to avoid such a wasteful scenario? There must be another way."

The Vulcan's brow was creased with worry, his eyes showing an emotion so unusual to him that Kirk was taken aback. Fear! Spock afraid! Kirk had never seen it before, even when the first officer had been faced with certain death.

"Captain," the Vulcan continued. "I have given you my loyalty. Be assured that I would not harm you but I am convinced of the truth of your counterpart's words. There must be change. We have been an excellent team. Together we can change history. We can alter the policy of the Empires; influence the decisions of the Ruling Council; end the injustices; nurture peace... "

"Spock!" Kirk interrupted, staring at the Vulcan in shock. "What are you saying?"

He stood up, facing his first officer, wanting to shake him by the shoulders and knock this crazy idea out of him. Change history! What was the Vulcan talking about?

"In the other universe there is a federation of planets where all exist in equality and co-operation," Spock said. "They have their enemies, as we do, but peace is their way. They are powerful and achieve much because they work together, not just for the privileged few, but for the good of all."

"You speak treason, Spock," Kirk warned. "I'll not listen to it." He had not risen to starship command by allying himself to dangerous causes. Power was the drug he craved. The captaincy of a starship meant absolute authority over his crew and was a stepping stone to even greater heights.

"Captain, think on it," Spock persisted. "You have always heeded my advice. I do not speak these words lightly. I am aware it is a dangerous course to follow. I would not ask you to consider it if I did not believe in its importance. There would be many who would willingly join us." The alien gaze was hypnotising and Kirk fought the urge to fall under its compelling spell. "Can you envisage a universe where one does not fear assassination? A ship where a captain is respected, even loved by his crew, where people rise by merit and ability rather than brute force or family connections?"

Dark Vulcan eyes sparkled. "A mind-meld with their McCoy. At the time I only wished to know about the landing party, but subconsciously I read his other thoughts too. The assimilation process is currently bleeding into my conscious mind. The dichotomy between the universes would make a fascinating study."

Despite his anger, Kirk was intrigued. "What did you learn about my counterpart?"

The Vulcan almost smiled. "He rules his ship benignly. He is worshipped by a crew who would willingly die for him. His is the best ship in the fleet. His Spock is the finest first officer in Starfleet and Kirk's closest friend. In that universe, Vulcans are peaceful. They rejected the warlike doctrines thousands of years ago. McCoy is friend to both Spock and Kirk and devoted to them. There is much more."

Kirk's insides churned. He recalled the scene he had watched on the viewer as the double used his honey-tongued persuasive powers on the Vulcan. He had seen Spock waver before that charm in a manner which he - Spock's commanding officer and ally - had never achieved. On the word of an impostor he had watched his woman ready to give away the secret of the Tantalus device. He wondered if the Vulcan already knew about it.

He sneered. "So, Spock, do I still have your loyalty or did you transfer it to him?"

Spock raised an eyebrow. "I did not kill you, Captain. My loyalty is to you alone. You saved my life and I am in your debt, but consider this. You have called me friend in a universe where close ties are not easily established. Vulcans do not normally know the meaning of friendship, yet because of your influence I have tentatively learned to understand it. I wish you to consider his words and mine. Together we can summon the future. We can make it work."

Spock lowered his eyes for a moment before turning to go but he hesitated at the door, slowly swivelled around and met his captain's furious gaze. "Please," he said in a voice more expressive than Kirk had ever heard before, "I ask you to consider my words. I see him in you. Before this life brutalised you, I believe you were very like him. His idealism lives still, somewhere deep in your soul. I sense it. His compassion resides in your heart. Why else would you have saved me from Captain Pike?"

Those words sent a deep shiver through Kirk's body; the truth behind them causing a profound feeling of envy for all the other-Kirk possessed. He retaliated viciously. "I had my reasons. A Vulcan in my debt is worth more than a million credits. I saved your life. You owe me. You are mine."

Spock's expression hardened. "May I remind you, Captain, that since that day I have repaid my debt many times."

Kirk laughed but there was no humour in it. "It is your duty to protect me. You are sworn to me and will obey only me." He pointed a finger at the first officer, his anger intensifying at the other's defiance. "I could remove you any time I choose. You'd do well to remember that, Mister."

"I would not advise it, Captain," Spock replied, sudden menace in his deep tone. "Without my protection, your position would be most precarious. My operatives defend you as do my influential connections."

Kirk flushed deeply with rage. Who was this Vulcan to threaten him? He strode over to Spock, recklessly raising his hand to strike but his arm was caught in a crushing grip and, despite his normal imperviousness to pain, he whimpered as the pressure of Vulcan muscle broke his control. He began to sweat profusely as the unbreakable hold did not ease.

Spock's bearded, satanic features settled into an almost-smile. "You will not threaten me, Captain. I am a Vulcan. I will not be coerced by you or any man."

"No!" Kirk gasped. "You were swayed by him. You'd willingly obey his directives." The hurt of that knowledge twisted in his mind, causing a physical ache in his gut.

"I will do as logic directs. His ideas are sound. Perhaps I should remove you from command." The Vulcan's face was close to his. Those deep penetrating eyes bored into him, creating ripples of fear that spread throughout the human's body.

For the first time in his life, James Kirk backed down before the power of another. He found himself drawing on every ounce of charisma he possessed in an attempt to confuse the Vulcan and throw him off balance. He had to get out of this vulnerable position. "Okay, Spock, you made your point. Let me think about all of this. Maybe I have been too hasty." He forced himself to produce his most disarming smile for the Vulcan and to his satisfaction Kirk noticed the slight confusion in the alien eyes. He held his breath for endless moments until the painful grip relaxed and he was released.

With a deep sigh he rubbed his bruised wrist. "You know my quick temper, Spock," he added with a self-deprecating half-grin. "Give me time to assimilate everything. The transfer between the universes was a very disorientating experience; a real shock to the system. You know I depend on you and how much I appreciate your support."

Spock stared at him for a long moment. "Very well, Captain, I shall be in my quarters."

Kirk nodded. He watched as the Vulcan left the room then finally voiced the curse he had been withholding, his face twisting with hatred as he expressed the crude expletive. With a long stride he reached the panel which hid the Tantalus device, opened it and tuned its sensor to the retreating Vulcan. His hand hovered over the button, fingers almost touching the instrument that would mean the death sentence for the one who had dared to defy him.

At the last minute, the cunning which had brought him this high did not desert him. He clenched his fingers into a fist, smiling as he planned how to exact his revenge on Spock as well as the others who had dared to attempt the murder of their captain. Firstly though he would see to his own life. He called for the trustworthy Farrell. "I want Marlena confined to a holding cell at once. I'll interrogate her later myself. She is not to communicate with anyone except you or me. Is that clear?"

Kirk smiled. "Things are going to change here now. I'll explain it to you later, my faithful uncle. Until then you'll make sure that all my orders are carried out to the letter. Sulu and Chekov are to be executed. I want them dead within the hour."

Farrell shifted uncomfortably. "What of me, sir? I failed in my task to protect you." He looked down, obviously afraid of his nephew's cold, ruthless manner, perhaps wondering if he was to be next for execution.

Kirk was satisfied. He had a real fondness for his uncle; a man who had taught him much and was an excellent asset as a guard. He could afford to be forgiving. "It wasn't entirely your fault, Uncle," he said. "I don't blame you. Just follow my orders and we'll forget your lapse this time." He drew the older man into a light hug. "Anyway, I could never face Mom again if she ever found out I'd sent her favourite brother to the Agony Booth."

Farrell sighed with relief. "Thanks, James. I swear I'll be more vigilant in the future."

Once alone in his cabin, Kirk followed Farrell's movements on the Tantalus screen. He smiled with pleasure as the protesting Marlena was forcefully hauled to a detention cell. He would leave her there for a while, let her fear work to his advantage, and then deal with her later. He relished the sight of Sulu - long a thorn in his side and arrogant to the end - being executed by Farrell's phaser. He waited in anticipation until Chekov was brought into the room; the knowledge of his imminent death apparent in those falsely innocent eyes. "NO... " the young Russian screamed but Farrell only shook his head, raised the weapon and fired. The resonance of the scream lingered for a moment, faded and was gone.

Kirk relaxed into his chair, content in the knowledge that two sources of danger to him were now eliminated and with an easier mind he prepared the evidence necessary to clear himself with Starfleet. He opened his private channel to the Admiralty - a shielded beam, its frequency unknown to anyone on the Enterprise save himself - and within fifteen minutes was explaining the transposition to an amazed group of senior officers and sending, as proof, edited sections from his spy-eyes.

Admiral Silvano, Chief of Starfleet Operations, was the first to respond. "Well I'll be damned, Kirk!"

Drawing upon all of his charm, Kirk smiled easily. "As you have seen Halka has not been destroyed but the other-Kirk was responsible for disobeying your orders. He and his landing party attacked Mr. Spock. They rendered him unconscious for a time but he found out who they really were and sent them back to their own universe while his counterpart returned me and my team."

"You are fortunate to have Mr. Spock's loyalty, Captain," Silvano said. "Take great care of him. There are too few Vulcans in Starfleet. We need their goodwill."

Kirk did not allow his annoyance to show. In his opinion, Starfleet were too ready to make any concession to encourage Vulcans to join. "Oh, I intend to take great care of Mr. Spock," he replied. "But right now I wish to be reassured that the death sentence on my head is withdrawn."

Silvano laughed. "It is withdrawn, Captain. You may now implement the original orders to destroy the Halkans, then proceed to obtain the dilithium."

The screen cleared and Kirk settled against his chair, stretching luxuriously. Starfleet were off his back. They would accept anything he would do now; he had a free rein to deal with Halka and any of his crew who were disloyal. Except for Spock no questions would be asked about anyone he removed. He would have to be very careful but, before he was through, he would be the absolute master of the Enterprise. No-one would dare challenge his authority.

Spock sat on the meditation stone in his cabin, concentrating on all he had inadvertently learned from the other-McCoy about a universe where all species worked in harmony on planets free from oppression. A home-world which had fully embraced the doctrines of the respected teacher, Surak, and whose followers also existed in this universe where they were permitted to practise their controlled, emotionless concepts in the warrior but tolerant Vulcan Empire. Spock had been drawn to the calm of their logic himself. During boyhood, his hybrid nature had caused him difficulties, when his human blood had fuelled the violent tendencies inherent in his Vulcan heritage. Sarek had sent him to a Teacher of Surak's disciplines, and through her endlessly patient tuition he had eventually gained mastery over his complex emotions.

He rarely lost his temper now. It was too dangerous to relinquish control amidst humans, but Kirk had caused his anger to flare and that did not surprise Spock. The captain had the ability to reach through all protective coatings of Vulcan training, drawing emotion from him even on their very first meeting. From the moment he had seen Kirk - then a brash, young Lt. Commander and the new first officer of the Enterprise - he had known that change had arrived. The human had brought a dozen bodyguards, firmly entrenched himself on the ship and within three months had killed Captain Pike.

Spock would never forget the time he had been trapped by Pike. He could not understand why he had gained the captain's enmity. He was highly prized for his scientific ability; the commanders of every other starship had pleaded for his services. He could only surmise that Pike was one of those humans who disliked the treaty with the Vulcan Empire and wanted rid of an alien whose species he considered enemies. As he recalled the incident the past unfolded to him with perfect clarity.

The hatred in Pike's eyes was clear. Spock prepared for death, knowing that there was no time for his guards to reach him. Suddenly the sound of phaser fire pierced the silence and the assassins disintegrated before his eyes. However, his initial ray of hope disappeared when he discovered just who had attacked Pike. He gazed up at the handsome face of the young Terran, illogically noting how the sunshine seemed to outline him in a blazing, golden aura. Spock sighed. At that moment he felt deep regret. Something about the first officer appeared different. The human looked younger, boyish even, innocent of all sin. He wished he had taken the time to get to know Kirk, realising suddenly that he liked the man. He dismissed such un-Vulcan thoughts and schooled his mind once more to accept his fate.

He was hoisted to his feet and released. Shock - an emotion he had never experienced before - left him gasping for breath. Struggling to hide it, he forced his body to obey his mind's commands and was able to stand stiffly in the correct military posture.

"Mr. Spock, I am now taking command of the Enterprise. I have saved your life. You are beholden to me. Give me your oath of loyalty or you die." Kirk's tone was commanding, his usually soft voice sharp with authority.

It would have been illogical to refuse. He was in Kirk's debt, so he swore allegiance and to his surprise had been promoted to first officer of the Enterprise. The combination of their talents had meshed perfectly; slowly they learned to trust one another. Their missions were highly successful and Starfleet Command was pleased. Seven months after Kirk saved his life, Spock returned the favour by thwarting the attempt of a Klingon prisoner about to slit Kirk's throat.

Kirk stared at him in wonder then slowly unleashed a dazzling smile that erased the hardness of the tyrannical starship commander and accentuated his youth and charm. "You didn't allow him to kill me!" he said softly.

"You are my commanding officer. I have given you my loyalty." Spock replied.

From then on they became closer, spending some off-duty time together playing chess. However, as the years sped by the changes in Kirk became more noticeable. Any traces of innocence were lost. The subjugation of planets and mass destruction of populations had taken their toll on the human. His actions and manner grew increasingly vicious. Spock disliked such violence and his growing distaste for the wholesale slaughter that was Starfleet's policy increased. As first officer, however, he had to back his captain in maintaining the terror.

He also noted that many of Kirk's opponents on the Enterprise disappeared but had never been able to discover what secret weapon the captain possessed, nor how it had been obtained without his knowledge. He surmised that it must be a sophisticated spy/sensor device and with the technology to destroy from a distance. The other-Kirk had told him that Marlena knew of the device. She had promised to divulge its secrets and Spock had believed her, and agreed to a rendezvous later that day. She had left before Kirk returned, afraid of his temper when he discovered what had happened during his absence.

How had he not observed the differences? He had, but at the time it had seemed like just another of his captain's inexplicable power games. That Kirk had turned his world upside down. What would it be like to serve under such an idealist? He suddenly envied the other-Spock with a depth of feeling that rocked him to his core. Still he could not fully implement the other-Kirk's suggestions. To take command he would have to kill his own captain and that he could not do. No. He must persuade his Kirk. The human was not stupid. He would eventually realise the logic of change but would he be willing to risk his life attempting to 'summon the future'? What a foolish phrase!

Spock sifted through other memories he had received from McCoy and saw a life quite different from his own. The fondness with which the other-Spock was regarded by the doctor; the constant bickering between them that was in reality only a cover for their friendship; the true brotherhood existing between that Kirk and Spock. He shuddered as he realised the shock a bearded, savage Vulcan must have given these gentler humans. How difficult it must have been for those peace-loving counterparts to have dealt with such a violent universe. He smiled as he recalled the bravery of the alternate-Kirk in bluffing his way through an alien society; the compassion shown by those humans in saving his life; their cleverness in fooling everyone and arranging their escape. What a satisfying life his own counterpart must lead to call such people his friends.

He thought of his own McCoy. The doctor was respectful; an excellent operative. On occasions Spock had been grateful to have a skilled medic sworn to his service. However, in this universe, friendship was impossible with one's servants. Kirk was another matter though. There was an understanding between them that transcended the usual captain/first officer relationship. They worked as a team, respected one another, even regarded themselves as friends but Spock knew what they shared was nothing compared to the profound commitment of their counterparts.

The Vulcan dismissed his wistful imagining and prepared for deep meditation. There was much to contemplate and he wished to be fully prepared to face Kirk again and persuade him to consider the logic of change. He settled more comfortably onto the deep purple surface of the meditation slab, slowly directed his mind into the necessary disciplines and for three hours, twenty two point five minutes was unaware of anything around him.

MASTER. He jolted into awareness as the telepathic death-cry reached him. Sorav's scream sounded for a split second, its intensity numbing his senses. Before he could recover from the shock of that telepathic call, six men burst into his quarters and surrounded him, their phasers aimed directly at his chest. He took a deep breath and looked up into Farrell's craggy features. Unable to face him, the stocky human glanced away.

"What is the reason for this intrusion, Farrell?" he asked. Vulcan training did not desert him as he outwardly maintained a stony facade, despite the inner trembling caused by the aftershocks of the death-scream.

"Captain Kirk's orders, sir. I am to place you under arrest." Farrell kept his eyes averted as he spoke.

He rose to his feet and the humans moved back warily. They had all seen him fight and were obviously taking no chances. Spock raised an eyebrow but made no comment. It was beneath his dignity to question these paid henchmen and illogical to attempt escape against such overwhelming odds. Drawing himself to his full height, he clasped his hands behind his back and stared at Farrell. "You may proceed," he said in a command tone.

Farrell watched him with respect and a certain awe, smiled a little then nodded in understanding. "This way please, Commander Spock."

Spock bowed his head slightly, aware of the human's reluctance to arrest him. Farrell was a good operative and if not Kirk's man, Spock would have recruited him. Flanked by the security team he made his way to the detention area, silently studying his options. He came to the conclusion that there were few available whilst Kirk ruled the ship. Sorav was dead. Logically, his other known operatives would also have been disposed of and there was nowhere to hide, even if he did overcome the guards. McCoy could not offer any protection now, but his freedom meant a possibility of rescue. Spock hoped that Kirk never found out where the doctor's true allegiance lay. If he ever did then a fine C.M.O. and loyal servant would not survive long. Spock had only doubted McCoy once and had discovered the truth behind the peculiar behaviour of the Captain. His regrets over the forced meld were still causing him guilt.

In the brig, Spock sat down on the narrow bunk. He did not permit his disappointment to show in any way, but he was deeply distressed by Kirk's response. Had he misjudged the human? Had the other-Kirk been correct? Should he have taken command of the Enterprise? Had he been naive and foolish to appeal to the man whom he had believed still might exist beneath the aggression? Had he been deluding himself that his captain still retained some of the counterpart's bravery and nobility?

What had happened to Spock of Vulcan? Unfortunately, that question was easily answered. The self-sufficient, well protected, menacingly satanic first officer had succumbed to the charisma of a Kirk who was not his. He closed his eyes, shutting out the harsh lighting of his prison. Fool that he was to believe his captain would listen.

He recalled the glowing idealism of the other-Kirk. His enthusiasm and charm encompassing and compelling a warrior-Vulcan of the ruling families to change the beliefs of a lifetime. He shivered inside as he wondered what it would be like to touch the mind of such a one and know his friendship. For a time he attempted to understand why he had responded to the human, but it was impossible to analyse and he discontinued the futile research. He had been drawn to the other-Kirk, in a way which defied description, much as it had happened with his own captain. There had been no way to prevent it.

Envy spread through him once again as he pictured the alternate-McCoy's reminiscences of his Kirk and Spock. Viciously, he dismissed the painful images. That Spock was doubly blessed, whilst he had nothing now unless he could convince his barbaric, angry captain to follow the only logical course for the future.

He toyed with the idea of threatening Kirk with the retribution his family would certainly take, but decided against using such methods as yet. Perhaps Kirk might be persuaded to see sense. Spock fervently... illogically... hoped so. If not, he shuddered as he imagined the uproar his imprisonment would cause. Kirk would be doomed; tortured until he pleaded for death to release him. Even a man as strong as James Kirk, who might possibly bear all the human methods of Lady Amanda's kin, would never have the ability to withstand the Vulcan techniques of T'Pau's operatives. Kirk's punishment would be an example to any who dared to harm one who was a member of the Royal Houses of two galactic empires.

Kirk watched the arrest through the Tantalus screen. He grinned with satisfaction but his initial reaction turned to fury as he saw the Vulcan's calm acceptance. A part of him had been wanting to see if his six most skilled security men could overcome that inhuman strength.

Farrell's reluctance was apparent and his respect for the first officer was only too obviously reflected in the attitudes of the other men. Kirk sneered. Damn Vulcan! Well that arrogant detachment might soon falter. There had to be a way around Vulcan defences, although the Empire had never found one despite all the prisoners their interrogators had tortured during the wars with the Vulcan Commonwealth of Planets.

Kirk - a student of history - had avidly read of the galactic conflict that had almost destroyed the Terran Empire until peace had been made with the fierce, warrior Vulcans. Too many human casualties, planetary uprisings against the war, destruction of irreplaceable wealth of empire worlds and the sheer power of the Vulcan forces had finally forced Emperor Demetrius to negotiate a peace treaty. Faced with the very real threat of annihilation of all his hereditary power, Demetrius had found to his amazement that the Vulcans were ready and willing to open a dialogue with him. Although, a warrior culture they had an insatiable interest in the sciences. They could not pursue their studies of the universe whilst engaging in a long and bloody war, and negotiations were swiftly implemented.

Deals were made. Promises were kept. Both humans and Vulcans now lived amicably, their empires allied by the most ancient of all traditions - an arranged marriage. The daughter of the Emperor had wed the grandson of the Vulcan Matriarch. For almost forty years the two species had worked together in Starfleet, bringing unprecedented profit and knowledge. Vulcans were much sought after on human ships for their unmatched scientific knowledge, and normally were safe from the commonplace assassination attempts.

Kirk stood up, paced the room for a few minutes then returned to his spying on the Vulcan. Spock sat on the narrow bed, his eyes closed, breathing evenly. For a split second, Kirk felt bitter regret. The first officer was the closest he had to a friend. Now he was an enemy. Even if Kirk could relent and release Spock, it was unlikely that he would be forgiven for the deaths of all Spock's operatives. The Vulcan was now his deadliest foe and had to be kept incarcerated or killed.

He closed the panel, sat down on the edge of his desk and poured himself a large glass of Saurian brandy. He gulped it down, feeling it run its fiery course; warming him deep inside. "Damn," he whispered, his eyes suddenly filling with tears. He had no-one now - not Spock, nor Marlena... No-one.

The door-chime sounded, interrupting his melancholy mood. He placed the drink down, checked the sensor screen and relaxed. "Enter."

He moved closer to his uncle. "I want you as security chief now. I need someone loyal only to me in that position."

"I know I won't, " Kirk replied with genuine conviction. If there was one person left he could depend on now, it was this reliable, stolid man.

"Everyone's pleased that Sulu's gone. That attempt on your life was the stupidest thing he ever did."

Kirk nodded. He poured another drink and handed it to Farrell. Sulu would never have dared to attempt murder if the alternate-Kirk had not disobeyed Starfleet orders. With a gleeful laugh, Kirk took another drink and struck the thought from his mind. His main priority was the destruction of the Halkans, but there was time yet; first he would speak with Marlena. He ordered Farrell to bring her, sat down on his chair and drank several more glasses of the potent brandy. It had a pleasantly warming effect and he began to relax for the first time since returning from the nightmare of the alternate universe.

Marlena did not come quietly. Farrell hauled her into the room and stood looking at his nephew, a knowing grin on his face. Kirk dismissed him then stared up at the angry woman. Her fragile beauty struck him as keenly as on the day they had first met. Her eyes blazed with rage, her long, black hair swinging wildly as she cursed him for imprisoning her. He smiled, rose to his feet and reached out, pulling her small body into a powerful embrace. She struggled as he pressed hungry lips on hers. He tried to hold her immobile, but she was surprisingly strong for such a petite woman and managed to wriggle out of his grasp. She glared at him, her hands resting on hips, the depth of her breathing causing her scanty uniform to reveal even more of the perfect skin of her bosom.

"You've been drinking," she hissed. "Is that the only way you can find your courage anymore? You make me sick. You lock up the only man you can trust. You put me in a cell! Where are your brains? Do you possess any? Maybe that other James Kirk has all the intelligence."

He stared at her, his senses beginning to reel under the influence of the alcohol. Her beauty inflamed him, the harsh words she spoke infuriated him. He remembered how she had been attracted to his double, dressing herself in a seductive gown, kissing him and enjoying it in the way she once had with him.

"It doesn't matter. I won't release him and you'll hardly be in a position to give my secrets to anyone else," he warned.

"Don't threaten me," she warned. "I'm not afraid of you like the timid little ensigns you seduce."

His anger began to ease; he had always liked her fire. "Marlena, be nice to me and I'll let you remain the captain's woman." He took a step towards her, his hand stretching towards her lovely face, but she retreated until her back rested against the wall. Dark eyes watched him warily, yet without fear, and he could detect something else in their inky depths which looked very close to pity.

"What's happened to you, James?" she asked. "You used to be different. You used to be like him.

A surge of rage swept Kirk at the mention of his alternate. "I'm sick of him, do you hear? Sick of his meddling... his compassion... his intelligence." He was aware of the peevish sound of his voice, but did not care as he caught her in his arms and kissed her roughly.

Long, sharp nails raked down his arms, tearing at his skin. He started back, staring at the red streaks of blood trickling at the edges of the weal she had made. He began to laugh at her audacity. Just who the hell did she think she was? "You wanted him, Marlena. Too bad you only got me. Don't fight me, little lady. You don't want to get hurt, do you? If it's a gentle lover you want, maybe you'll find him right here."

"Leave me alone, I don't want you. Go find yourself one of your compliant little whores."

A haze of anger and lust blazed through Kirk's mind and body. With grim determination he easily picked her up, threw her on top of the bed and covered her slight form with his own muscular body, holding her totally immobile. With a leering grin, he lowered himself to kiss her perfectly formed mouth. Her screams of fear and disgust fell on deaf ears as he roughly forced himself upon her, disregarding her wishes and feelings, concerned only with his own gratification.

Kirk strode into briefing room 2, with a self-satisfied expression on his face. The members of the ill-fated landing party awaiting him glanced at each other. They knew exactly why he had been delayed. Kirk had a passionate nature and, as many of the female complement of the crew knew only too well, liked his needs fulfilled. McCoy kept a tight rein on his many questions. Everyone had heard of Spock's arrest and the deaths of the Vulcan's operatives. The three people in this room knew it had something to do with the transposition between the universes, and nothing more. The doctor sat tensely. If Kirk had suspected McCoy was Spock's servant there was no doubt that he would also be dead, despite the trust and friendship which had sprung up between them. However, McCoy did not fool himself into believing that the captain sought him out purely for friendship's sake. Kirk needed the C.M.O's goodwill and, as Spock had told him once in the privacy of a mind-link, there were benefits to be gained if none knew of McCoy's allegiance. Not even the others sworn to their master's service.

Even so it had not worked out. Spock was in the brig, his other guards executed and only one person remained to protect him. McCoy shuddered as he contemplated his punishment if his master was killed. He had to think of an escape plan for his charge or else he and his family would be totally wiped out. However, McCoy realised there was more to it than that. He deeply respected the integrity of his prince and had come to regard him almost like a son. If anything happens to Spock... He dismissed the unproductive thought and concentrated on solving the difficult problem of protecting his master.

Kirk took his place at the head of the table, glanced arrogantly at the three people, and began to speak. "Mr. Spock has been arrested on charges of conspiracy and treason. He will remain in the brig until I've decided his fate."

Although shocked by the charges, McCoy could not restrain his amusement. Treason! Conspiracy! Kirk had to be joking or else a complete fool.

McCoy shrugged. "It don't bother me at all, Captain, exceptin' you can't just execute a Vulcan officer. You know that! There'll have to be an investigation. If it isn't done legally, the Vulcan/human wars could flare up again and no-one including Starfleet Command wants that."

Uhura leaned forward. "McCoy is correct, Captain. We are too reliant on Vulcan scientific expertise. Their skills have increased our efficiency and capabilities to levels unavailable to us before. We have to be very careful with any Vulcan under charges." She smiled bewitchingly at Kirk. "Won't you tell us what he has done. Perhaps if we understood... We are all on your side, you know that, sir. We want to help you."

Kirk's smile was seductive as he reached to sensually stroke her bare shoulder. "How'd you like to be the captain's woman, Uhura?"

The beautiful ebony eyes of the communications officer narrowed. "I might," she murmured.

Kirk sighed and sat back. "You all know what occurred in the other universe. What you don't know is what happened here. Mr. Spock did not detect the impostors immediately; he was taken in by them. Once he did find out, he and Marlena helped them escape."

"Maybe," Kirk conceded, "but I have proof that the impostor-Kirk subverted them. Spock and Marlena planned to kill me, then together they would run the Enterprise and lead a revolt against the Empire."

McCoy could not stop his laughter at the ridiculous charges. "Spock revolt against the Empire!" Tears streamed from his eyes at the absurdity of the thought. "Never."

Kirk's expression hardened, his eyes glinting like diamonds in the bright light of the room. "I tell you I have proof."

"What kind of proof?" Scott asked. "Mr. Spock has always been a loyal officer. I canna believe he would turn against the very treaty which allows him to serve aboard a starship."

"You'll need it sir," Uhura said. "To my knowledge no Vulcan has never been found guilty on any charge."

"There is a first time for all things, Uhura," Kirk said, leaning back in his chair as he watched her appraisingly. "I'll take great pleasure in seeing him swing."

"After his trial and if he's found guilty," McCoy warned. "You can't take the responsibility of killing him yourself. You know these blasted Vulcans and their family honour. It's bad enough you executed his operatives, even those deaths may put you in danger."

Kirk shrugged unconcernedly. "They were his servants, nothing more. However, you're right on one thing. I can't take the chance on executing him myself, but I'll make him pay." He grinned maliciously. "I've the right to interrogate any prisoner and believe me, I will. Yes, it'll be of great interest to see how he reacts to my methods."

A chill ran down McCoy's spine at the menacing tone. "Be careful, Captain," he quickly said. "If Spock's cleared, he'll be very dangerous to you."

His words were not enough to calm the angry captain. Kirk stood up. "You think I care about that! I'll get my revenge on him somehow. He spoke treason, he dared to compare that weak double to me. He dared to take his advice." Sweat stood out on the normally handsome, tanned face now twisting in an ugly grimace. "I'll show him who's captain of the I.S.S. Enterprise."

He paced the room while the other three watched him warily. After a few minutes he swivelled round, his expression full of determination. "At planet dawn we will bombard Halka's main city. After that we'll destroy the others. Mr. Scott, I want all phaser banks thoroughly checked. There will be no errors, no breakdowns in equipment. Do you hear?"

After the Scot had departed, Kirk turned to Uhura. "I want terror messages broadcast continually to all Halkan cities. Let them live in fear for the next six hours."

Uhura rose to her feet, carefully smoothing her short skirt over her thighs as she straightened to her petite height. "Yes, sir. I'll be delighted." She smiled alluringly at him and he responded by pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Come to my cabin immediately after you've finished setting it up, then I'll delight you even more," he murmured.

McCoy dropped his gaze as they engaged in a lengthy kiss. Kirk's appetites seemed to have increased; he would never before have openly indulged in any such sexual interplay. Being a fair psychologist, McCoy decided that insecurity and frustration over the current situation were the likeliest causes of the change in behaviour. Kirk had left himself almost totally isolated now. The two people he was closest to were under arrest; only Farrell, the devoted guard, remained. Loyal though as the new security chief was, he was hardly ideal company for a starship captain in matters of policy or command; nor was he a friend to relax with.

Damn Kirk! McCoy had a sneaking admiration for the man despite his impetuosity and autocratic manner. He dismissed his thoughts about the captain. There had to be a way to get Spock to safety before Kirk's threat of torture became reality. There was little that could force a Vulcan to break, but Kirk might be able to find some weakness. At least they had been able to make Kirk see sense about an execution. It would take time to reach a starbase for the trial, and time was a commodity desperately needed to formulate an escape plan. Rescuing Spock was essential, even if McCoy had to murder Kirk in the process.

Spock lay on the hard bunk. He had remained motionless since his arrest; spending part of the time in meditation, the rest in deep thought. He was aware of being monitored, but paid it no attention. He was a Vulcan. It was beneath his dignity to show any sign of his inner turmoil to the watchers. He would not allow Kirk the satisfaction of seeing anything other than the controlled Vulcan officer. He knew there was no way out of the brig and did not waste his energy in a futile attempt. His only hope of release would depend on a change of heart from Kirk or if McCoy found a method of rescuing him. Spock did not believe the doctor's chances to be good and a surge of pity for McCoy trickled through Spock. He liked the man who, although gruff and irritable at times, was kind in an almost paternal way and never condoned the sadistic experiments his staff enjoyed.

Cruelty distressed Spock and he had always fought for the rights of the servants and slaves who served at the court of his human grandfather. He was well aware of the penalty McCoy would face if unable to carry out the duties entrusted to him. It was harsh justice but not considered cruel even by Vulcan codes. Perhaps it was time for such reprisals to be reconsidered. Why should the doctor's young daughter be punished for her father's failure?

A familiar presence grazed the edge of his consciousness. He swallowed, braced himself, then opened his eyes and looked across the transparent force-field at his captain. The human appeared pleased with himself and his stance indicated self-confidence. Spock speculated on whom he had been with, certainly not Lt. Moreau for he had heard the commotion when she had been returned to the detention area. That vulgar promiscuity was an aspect of Kirk's personality he deplored; it was anathema to Vulcans to whom fidelity was the norm. The other-Kirk would not behave so, he reasoned. Humans in the alternate universe would have more respect for one another. Although Spock was sure that any Kirk would be a highly passionate man who needed women, the other captain would control his baser instincts.

Spock raised an eyebrow. "They are adequate, Captain, but may I inquire as to why I am incarcerated here?" He stood up and moved over to the cell's entrance.

"Surely you know," Kirk replied silkily. "Conspiring to kill your commanding officer, treason against the Empires of the Vulcan and Terran peoples. Punishable by death, Mr. Spock."

"Of course, Mr. Spock," Kirk replied with a sly grin. "I wouldn't cause myself any difficulties by taking improper actions. We wouldn't want our respective empires to have any small problems again, would we?"

Kirk's expression changed suddenly. "Why, Spock? I trusted you. Why did you turn against me?" Hurt filled the intense hazel eyes, making him look young and extremely vulnerable.

Spock felt his heart twist in an illogical surge of pity for the human's pain. "Captain, I have not turned against you," he said gently, as if speaking to a child. "I wish for us to work together as before. I wish us to be friends." An unbidden memory flooded his mind from the other-McCoy's perception of his Kirk and Spock. I wish us to be t'hy'la as those twins from the universe of light are, he cried silently. Why are we denied the unity they share?

The youthful innocence was replaced with vicious cunning. "You won't make me a traitor. I'm loyal to the Empire. Damn you, Spock. We had it made. The most successful team in the fleet. Why did you have to spoil it?" He turned away, but suddenly swivelled back around. "Your friends the Halkans will be annihilated very soon. Once that's accomplished and the crystals are ours, we'll continue on our mission to quell the uprising on Pyra IV, then proceed to Starbase 9 for your trial. Until then you will remain in the brig."

Spock braced himself for the refusal he knew would be forthcoming. "May I request the use of a computer terminal, sir?"

"You will not be allowed privileges, Mr. Spock. You're a prisoner and without rank or authority on this ship."

"Captain, what will make you reconsider?" Spock asked, unconsciously reaching a hand out to his captor. A grimace of distaste flickered across the mobile features and Spock wondered what memory had caused it to show. "Surely you know that I mean you no harm."

"You've betrayed me, that's the only thing I know. I trusted you and you betrayed me." The whine in Kirk's voice was childish.

"You know I did not," Spock said. "Humans behave like children. You are being spiteful and malicious."

"Careful what you say, Vulcan, I have the right to punish you and the means to interrogate you."

"Your crude methods are ineffective on a Vulcan," Spock scorned. He did not add that his hybrid physiology might make him vulnerable to some forms of human torture. No-one in the fleet knew of his background except those sworn to his family. None but McCoy had ever tended his injuries. His heritage was the most carefully guarded secret in the two Empires.

Kirk swore viciously, turned on his heel and left. With a resigned sigh, Spock returned to the bunk and lay down. Only time would tell if he had deflected the captain's intentions.

Kirk stormed onto the bridge, his fearsome temper apparent to the crew. Scott quickly vacated the command chair and reported. "All phasers primed and targeted, sir."

He eyed her appreciatively for a moment then forcibly drew himself away to speak to the deputy science officer. "Report, Lt. Hansen."

The young man who had been forced into the Vulcan's job was openly nervous; he brushed back his sweat-dampened blond hair and fidgeted continuously. "Sir, sensor scans indicate the people are grouped together in large gatherings. They'll be an easy target.

"Good," Kirk said with a wide grin on his face. "It's about time things became easier." He stared at the two officers manning helm and navigation. Brent and Leslie were not as efficient as their predecessors but they were in his pay and loyal. So many changes on the bridge, all caused by that double. Damn him. If only there was a way to get hold of him. A deep thrill of pleasure slid along his spine as he contemplated the torture he would inflict on that weak upstart who had caused so much trouble. "Mr. Leslie, fire phasers." The order gave him much satisfaction.

Kirk settled into his comfortable chair and closed his eyes. He drifted for a moment in a fantasy of firing his phaser on Spock ... on the other-Kirk... on the clean-shaven, logic spouting pacifist who had imprisoned him. He would risk anything to get those two doubles in his hands.

Kirk sat up abruptly. "Good, lock on secondary targets." The Halkans were paying for their disobedience to the Empire. He would make certain that none of them would survive. Arrogant, defiant dirtsiders! How dare they disregard the Emperor's wishes? How dare they defy a starship? I'll take their dilithium and leave their planet a worthless desert.

"Captain." Hansen's fearful tone intruded on his reverie. "I am now reading life-forms in the primary target zone."

Kirk twisted around to meet the distraught gaze of the deputy science officer. "You just informed me there was no life there, Hansen," he said softly in his most dangerous tone. He saw that realisation sink into the now shaking man and felt the satisfying flush of excitement at the terror emanating from Hansen. He loved the sensation of power he received when men and women cringed before him.

"Sir, there were no life-signs. They just appeared suddenly, but there's a distortion on the readings as if something is interfering."

Kirk slowly uncoiled his body from the command chair and approached the rail. "Your agoniser, Mister. I will not tolerate incompetence on my bridge."

Hansen paled. "Sir, I swear there was nothing alive down there. The life-signs just appeared out of nowhere. There are twenty Halkans, one human and one Vulcan, sir, but it's hazy, almost insubstantial." The young man's voice rose with each word.

Kirk frowned. What is the idiot talking about? Spock would never make such ludicrous statements. He caught himself. He must not think about the treacherous Vulcan. The days of their partnership were at an end. "Let me see," he demanded, pushing the man out of the way. He studied the readings. To his shock he realised that Hansen was correct. The signs were there but almost ghostlike, flickering strongly for a moment, fading then returning again. It couldn't be the equipment. Spock always keeps the sensors in... Kirk stopped the automatic thought.

He correlated all the data the sensors were supplying, and in a sudden flash of insight knew exactly what it meant. Wild glee filled him as his clever mind arrived at a scheme to gain his revenge. He grinned, turned to the terrified Hansen and began to laugh with unrestrained delight.

"It's all right," Kirk said. He could afford to be magnanimous now. "I won't punish you, this time. Keep close watch on the human and Vulcan readings, inform me of any change at once." He turned to Uhura. "Give me ship-wide audio, Uhura, I'm sure everyone would like to hear a most interesting tale."

Uhura opened the frequency. She smiled at her captain, guessing what his words would be, and listened to him with only part of her concentration. Uhura was highly trained in skills useful to an agent of the Empire. Very few had the ability needed to work alone in her capacity. She had been specially chosen as an undercover operative and was unknown in that capacity to any person aboard the ship, even the one she was sworn to protect.

Only she and McCoy now remained as Spock's servants. The doctor was her solitary contact, yet she was unsure of confiding in him. A special operative had to keep her identity secret except as a final resort, and although Uhura was aware she might have to enlist his aid, it would be done only when all other possibilities had been exhausted. She would watch, wait and protect her master from Kirk's excesses in any manner she could. Sleeping with him was easy. He was an attractive man and an exciting lover, but she well knew his impetuous moods and liking for danger. He might decide to torture Spock, despite Starfleet's unwritten rules concerning Vulcans.

Her first priority was to send a message to Empire Headquarters. The special emergency link to the Royal Security Commander was hidden deep within complex circuitry in the communication control centre on deck 7. Since Spock's arrest there had been no opportunity to arrange a visit to the restricted area. Even she, the department chief, needed a security pass to enter and she would have to sabotage one of the main subspace relay circuits to give herself an excuse to be there. Once she was inside the tiny access tube, it would be possible to send the coded message undetected.

The biggest problem lay not in gaining access, but in the speed of the rescue operation that would follow. Starfleet would be notified and immediately order Kirk to a starbase. However not even a whisper of Spock's parentage could be allowed to escape for a maverick such as the captain would have no qualms about holding Spock hostage. Kirk, in his present unpredictable mood and with the might of the great starship and its crew behind him, could withstand even the power of the Empire's elite Royal Security Corps who would be mobilised if Starfleet's orders were disregarded.

Only the prince himself had the right to reveal his identity to the captain but, given the current situation, Uhura thought it unlikely that Spock would further jeopardise his position. No, he would attempt to reason with Kirk, tactics, something which had always worked before. He was the only one who could temper and shape the volatile captain's brilliance; an asset that Kirk had until now accepted and valued. Unless she could be assured that the captain would release Spock, or at least keep him unharmed, Uhura would personally have to deflect Kirk from hurting her master. She had to formulate a viable rescue plan. If her only choice was to murder Kirk, then she would do so; being the captain's woman put her in an excellent position to carry out any such action.

Uhura thought of her noble charge. She had served aboard the Enterprise for two years When had she fallen in love with him? She almost smiled. Just about every woman crewmember fantasised about the sensual first officer, but what would they feel if they knew about his illustrious background? Yet, Spock was impervious to any female allure and Uhura knew the reason. The prince was betrothed, bonded to a Vulcan woman of noble birth. He would not - could not - consider another. But what of his human side? If she were to rescue him perhaps he would look kindly on her.

She brought her wandering attention back as the captain finished his amazing story about the alternate universe, but his next words shocked her to the core with their sheer audacity. "I will now proceed to take my revenge on those who meddled with my command. Mr. Hansen, I need your opinion."

Hansen blinked, turned to check his sensor readings and after several minutes he again faced his captain. "Sir, Mr. Spock's previous findings indicate that the barrier between the universes is fragile around Halka. The force of the phasers have further weakened it, causing what could be classed as a rip in space." Sweat glistened on his flushed skin. "Sir, I must point out that continued phaser action could initiate irreversible damage. It is possible that our universe might contract at an accelerated rate. The pressure and matter density build up would become so great that life as we know it... "

"Shut up, Hansen," Kirk snarled. "Don't be such a prophet of doom." He paced the bridge like a caged tiger, eyes darting from one crewmember to another as if trying to decide which one to pounce on. All watched him with fear. "Those readings are from the other universe." he said, stopping by the science console. "One human and one Vulcan." He grinned slowly, and Uhura shuddered at the cunning she saw there. "I'm going to get them beamed aboard this ship."

"Yes," Kirk replied, "Through the rip. Turn phasers off. There will be no more action taken against the Halkans at present. The main city is destroyed. I want assault teams ready for beam down to collect the dilithium. They will proceed on their mission once I've got my human and Vulcan. Hansen, take over. I'll be in the Transporter Room with Scott."

He left the bridge but his guards remained at the lift doors, vigilantly watching the crew. Uhura turned to her console, pretending to be busy but using the time to think over Kirk's outrageous plan. Why would he want the doubles from the alternate universe? Revenge? Had he been truthful when he had said that?

Was it possible for her master to have been subverted by the other-Kirk? Surely the prince of two Empires would not wish to destroy the foundations of a system which supported his privileged status.

She automatically worked her console, listening in on the sounds of the great vessel but her mind was now on that other-Spock. So like her master, a scientific genius, but gentleness lived deep in his eyes. His appearance lacked the almost overwhelming power of the prince; he appeared softer, younger, yet with his own unique strength and intellect. She tried to imagine what would occur if the captain succeeded in bringing the alternates aboard. What would he do with them? What difference would it make to her own plans for rescuing her prince? Kirk, although a violent man, was not stupid. It was uncharacteristic for him to take such a reckless course. Was he so incensed by the other-Kirk taking his place? Did nothing matter to him except his revenge?

Uhura sat quietly working on various schemes for helping Spock. None of them were viable. She cursed under her breath, wishing for the moment she would be able to leave the bridge to send her message. But under such close scrutiny by Kirk's henchmen, she was unable to sabotage the unit without being noticed. She would have to wait for a diversion, probably the implementation of Kirk's inter-universe abduction. She forced herself to be patient, but one thought repeated itself continuously in her mind.

The engineer glanced down at the deck, his forehead creasing in thought. Kirk watched him. He trusted Scott. The man was acknowledged as the finest engineer in Starfleet. Although older than Kirk by more than ten years, the Scotsman had never shown any interest in command, only caring about his engines. Kirk paid him well and was assured of his loyalty but they were not close, certainly not friends.

"It might be possible," Scott finally replied. "If I bypass the secondary relay circuits and hook into the integrator control, thereby increasing transporter range, it should create a narrow beam powerful enough to stretch through the rip and lock onto them. But, Captain, we might damage the transporter beyond repair."

Kirk smiled as the tension began to ease in his shoulders. Scott was an engineering genius, there was little he didn't know about the inner workings of the Enterprise. "Do it, Scotty, I'm depending on you."

Kirk's good humour faded, but he held onto his control as he replied, "Just do it, Scott. There's a reward in it for you, I promise."

As the engineer worked, Kirk waited as patiently as he could. He ordered a security detail to the transporter room and gave them exact instructions. The men stared at him incredulously but obeyed, setting their phasers to maximum stun. Kirk studied each one of them, pleased at their readiness to do his will. With Farrell in charge of security and the ship totally under his control, he was invulnerable. There was no-one strong enough to challenge him now. He was complete master of the Enterprise and all who served on her.

Waves of elation flooded him making him almost light headed. She was his. Everyone aboard was his; all opposing factions had been destroyed. Sulu and Chekov's henchmen were eliminated. Spock was in the brig, all his operatives dead and the other officers were in their captain's pay. The intervention of the impostors had done him one favour in helping his bid for complete power, but he would not allow that to stop him from having his sport with them.

They would regret the day they had ever tackled James T. Kirk, Captain of the Imperial Space Ship, Enterprise.