FEDERATION

i.

As the influence of the transporter field released him, James T. Kirk glanced down at himself, sighing with happiness as he took in the sight of his familiar green wrap-over tunic. The captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise looked up, his eyes drawn to the thin, expectant figure behind the console. Weak with relief, he made his way over to his friend, with the landing party following closely behind.

"Welcome home, Captain," the Vulcan said.

Kirk was speechless. Unable to force the words past the enormous lump which blocked his throat, he could only smile up at his first officer and drink in the miraculous sight of the clean-shaven face, the dark, concerned eyes, the innocence of this Spock compared to the menacing countenance of the other.

All of a sudden, reality shifted.

He shivered involuntarily as the bearded image replaced the reassuring image of the friend standing before him. He recoiled, unable to suppress his irrational upsurge of panic.

"Well, Spock," he heard McCoy drawl. " In all my time aboard the Enterprise, I've never been so glad to see your pointy ears and enthusiastic, endearing welcome. Your warmth and charm just make me feel so good inside." Uhura and Scott laughed as the doctor continued, "Only another 'you' could make you appear so delightful. Spock - I could hug you!"

"Really, Doctor McCoy, please restrain yourself from such a blatant display of emotionalism."

McCoy stepped back, almost colliding with his captain. Kirk studied him, remembering how the doctor had been brought to the transporter room by the other-Spock; disorientated, quiet, his eyes glazed. It was easy to add two and two together. Kirk had not the slightest doubt that McCoy had been subjected to a mind-meld, possibly a forced one. Although the bearded Spock had some integrity, there was no doubt that in that alien universe, the privacy of a human's mind would be disregarded if a Vulcan wished information. How can McCoy banter with Spock as if nothing had happened? If the alternate-Spock is similar to our Vulcan then it was only logical that... He shook himself. What was he thinking?

He grinned at his friends. "Now I know we're home."

"Indeed you are, Captain," Spock's piercing gaze was intent on his commander's face.

Kirk was unable to mask his fear as he recalled the fight in sickbay and the unrestrained power of the bearded Vulcan's eyes penetrating him with unbridled anger. His stomach churned queasily as his body remembered the punishing blows it had taken from those stronger-than-human hands. The urge to leave the room before he lost control and became violently sick was overpowering. What was wrong with him? Delayed reaction to the shocks of the mirror universe?

"Excuse me," he said. "Debriefing in eight hours. We all need some sleep." He strode out, only too aware of the eyes burning into the back of his head with their non-human power.

ii.

Spock moved to follow but a cool hand caught his arm in a tight grip. "Give him some time alone," McCoy advised, loosening his hold and dropping his hand to his side. The embarrassed expression on his face would have been amusing if not for the strangeness of the situation. "It's been quite a culture shock for us all."

The Vulcan surveyed the human for a moment, then nodded his agreement. "You heard Captain Kirk," he said to the other members of the landing party. After unsure glances at each other, Uhura and Scott obeyed. "May we talk, Dr. McCoy?" Spock asked after the officers had left.

"In Sickbay," McCoy replied curtly, then did not say another word until he and Spock were in his private office.

Spock waited patiently, but curiosity over Jim's atypical behaviour gnawed at him and he was filled with a deep foreboding that he found impossible to understand.

The C.M.O. settled into his chair with a deep sigh, and rubbed his eyes. "I thought I'd never see this place again. That other Sickbay was a chamber of horrors. What a nightmare!"

Spock stood watching him, and wondering what had happened to the landing party in that violent universe. His study of the counterparts had revealed them to be unprincipled barbarians and he had feared greatly for his captain and crewmates. He had been sure that Jim could play the part of that other-Kirk, for his friend was an excellent actor whose bluffs were legendary. However the waking nightmares Spock had suffered all depicted the same scenario of his own double discovering Jim's identity. A vicious Kirk could mean an equally vicious Spock, a Vulcan who did not adhere to the Tenets of Surak in a universe where the teachings of IDIC were non-existent.

He felt a cold shiver of dread grip him as he remembered how the happiness in Jim's eyes had turned to fear.

"Dr. McCoy, what did my counterpart do to Jim?" he bluntly asked, unable to restrain himself any longer. He had to know.

McCoy looked up at him, grimaced slightly, then pulled over a brandy bottle and poured a large amount of the potent liquor into a glass. "Not a thing, Spock," he replied after taking a small sip. "Maybe scared him, I think. Sure scared me, damn pointy-eared devil outta hell." He stared long and searchingly into the Vulcan's face. "I'm so damn pleased to see you, Spock."

He took a long swig of his drink, poured himself another and downed that in one gulp. Spock reached over and removed the glass from the human's hand. "Doctor, you should not imbibe large quantities of alcohol. It is detrimental to your health."

"And a forced meld isn't?" McCoy almost yelled, his blue eyes suddenly filling with moisture.

Now Spock knew exactly how unscrupulous his counterpart was. "He forced you, Leonard?" Without thinking he used McCoy's first name.

McCoy sniffed and suddenly grinned. "That's the first time you ever called me by my name, Spock." He leaned over his desk, his elbows on the surface and pressed his face into his hands. "You must be real upset," he mumbled.

Only Vulcan hearing would have detected that comment. Spock swallowed in an attempt to remove the sudden, painful blockage in his throat. "I beg your forgiveness, Leonard. To force a meld is a grave sin." .

The doctor wiped at his nose with the back of his hand and slowly met Spock's gaze. "You didn't do it, Spock. I know that. Why are you asking forgiveness? It's illogical!"

Spock's confusion increased at those words. McCoy was not making any sense! He was behaving in a manner that was totally out of character. Where was the abrasive personality, the sharp, biting wit and anger in this understanding, shaken man? "Doctor, you need rest," he murmured. It was all he could find to say. Powerful emotions were radiating from the distressed human, beating against his shields, and it was difficult to remain detached. "We can discuss this another time."

McCoy stood. "NO! It has to be now. I can't rest after my mind has been forced, even if he had to do it."

"Had to do it?" Spock questioned, more confused than ever.

Slowly, the whole painful story emerged from McCoy's reluctant lips. Spock could clearly see the toll it took on the normally resilient human and was appalled by his counterpart's insensitivity. Even the doctor's contention that the Vulcan had attempted to repair the damage he had caused by the forced entry, and his willingness to return the landing party to their own universe did not subdue Spock's pain over his friend's ordeal.

McCoy finished speaking and then began to pace the room, restless and anguished, tears trickling unheeded down his face. Spock watched him with deep sympathy, knowing the doctor was suffering from the pain of the raw wounds inflicted on him by the forcible removal of the information. He ached to offer his help, but knew that the human would never accept any meddling in his mind by the twin of the one who had hurt him. He could only stand by helplessly.

McCoy stopped in front of him, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy as they found his. "Dammit, Spock... can't you help me?"

It was difficult, even for a Vulcan, to restrain a gasp of astonishment at that request. "You would allow me entry to your mind?"

McCoy groaned, his features twisted in agony. "Yes, you damn pointy-eared fool," he shouted. "You skinny, computer-brained excuse for a man!"

Spock retreated as the loud volume assaulted his sensitive eardrums. "Leonard... " he began.

"Oh god, Spock, I'm sorry." McCoy staggered and his hands searched for the security of his desk. "I can't stand this pain. It's like sharp knives stabbing into my mind. Analgesics won't help me. Only you can. Please help me."

Spock took a deep breath and braced himself for the impact of McCoy's highly emotional personality. He could not refuse the plea for help. Somewhere deep within, warmth nestled alongside his sorrow for the human's plight. He recognised it as pride over McCoy's childlike trust in him. Carefully he reached out his hand, his fingers searching for the meld points. "Very well, Doctor. I will attempt to undo the damage."

"I know you will, Spock. I don't fear you." McCoy's voice was calm.

With extreme care, Spock initiated mind contact at the shallowest level in order to accustom McCoy to the sensation. Once satisfied that there was no distress he deepened the probe, easily finding the rawness left by the other-Spock. Calling on his natural healing ability, he soothed the burning scars until they succumbed to his will and faded into nothingness. The human's gratitude was almost overwhelming and with stringent control of his own relief, Spock eased out of the doctor's mind.

Sagging with exhaustion, McCoy slumped into the Vulcan's arms. Spock lifted the surprisingly light human, carried him into the ward and gently placed him down on a diagnostic couch. Dr. M'Benga rushed over, a startled look on his kindly face. Together they checked the sleeping man's life-signs, then settled him into bed. Reassured by M'Benga that a sound sleep was all that was necessary to restore McCoy, Spock returned to duty.

Spock's thoughts, as he sat on the quiet bridge, were not on the routine geo-synchronous orbit the Enterprise was maintaining over Halka's main city. McCoy's behaviour had surprised him but a warmth remained, easing his troubled soul as he recalled how trustingly he had been given access to the innermost fears of such a private man. It reminded Spock of the first time Jim had permitted a mind touch. How honoured the lonely Vulcan had felt by his friend's regard.

Jim... The joy of that memory turned to anxiety as their last meeting cast its shadow across his thoughts. Jim had been so delighted to see him, but his mood had rapidly changed. The welcome in those expressive eyes had become fear, and a shakiness had overcome the normally self-confident human. Spock, always attuned to the captain's moods, knew that his friend, a man never before awkward in his company, had now retreated behind a barrier caused by events in the other-universe. McCoy's words had only confirmed those observations.

Spock forced himself to attend the demands of his duty shift, and suppressed his worries with every Vulcan control at his disposal. Four hours, thirty seven minutes later, as he was working at the science station, a sharp cry of agony disturbed his concentration. He spun round to see Lt. Sulu slump bonelessly over the helm console, hands grasping the edge of the panel with a knuckle-whitening grip. Chekov half started from his seat, holding out a hand to assist his friend.

"Mind your station, Mr. Chekov," Spock ordered as he strode over to the stricken helmsman. "Call Sickbay, Lt. Palmer," he added, noting the ashen pallor of the young helmsman.

Sulu shuddered violently, tears poured down his face, his uniform damp through with perspiration. "Help me..." he gasped, his voice hoarse.

"Mr. Sulu, what ails you?" Spock asked, leaning over the huddled form.

Sweat streamed from the helmsman as he valiantly struggled to sit upright. "S.. S.. Sir," he stammered, "it was a bolt of excruciating pain. I've never experienced such pain before."

Spock studied the anguished features, the rigid posture, the staring eyes, and a sense of unease filled him. Dismissing it as an illogical reaction from his human heritage he ignored it. "You will go to Sickbay, Lieutenant."

Sulu was beginning to breathe more easily now, and was showing the resilience and courage he had displayed so admirably on many occasions. His body seemed to relax and a smile appeared on his face. "I'm okay, sir. It's passed."

"Nevertheless, you will obey my order. Such an attack is unnatural."

Sulu frowned, his hands trembling slightly as he wiped the moisture from his face. "It was like someone had fired a phaser at me, sir. Worse than the stun effect, though."

Spock pressed a button on the helm control. "Relief helm officer to the bridge at once," he ordered.

"It's unnecessary, sir," Sulu protested again. "I'm all right."

"You will obey me, Mr. Sulu." Spock glared at the young man, indicating that no disobedience would be permitted. To his satisfaction he saw that Sulu had lowered his eyes in acceptance.

Dr. M'Benga, accompanied by Nurse Chapel and an orderly, entered the bridge a few minutes later. The doctor was about to speak when Chekov suddenly cried out incoherently and keeled over. Spock reacted at once, taking over the navigation station as he snapped, "M'Benga attend Chekov."

The doctor knelt by the young Russian and took readings from the med.-scanner. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong now," he said as he helped the trembling ensign to sit up. "I thought I was here to attend Sulu."

Chekov's eyes were haunted with remembered pain as he looked first at Spock then at Sulu. "It was just like you said, a direct phaser hit on my body but worse."

Sulu knelt beside him, clasping his arm, then both men turned to Spock as if expecting the answer from him. Spock's curiosity was kindled. Why should two healthy young men fall victim to pain they both likened to a phaser attack?

"Dr. M'Benga, run a full medical check on them. I wish to know the reasons behind these occurrences."

"Very well, Mr. Spock," M'Benga replied. He ran the med.-scanner over Sulu. "Your readings are normal too. It makes no sense!"

After the medical team and their patients left, Spock concentrated on maintaining helm and navigation control until the relief officers arrived, then settled into the command chair to think. There had to be a logical reason for the identical reactions of the two different men. What could have caused the attacks? Alien interference? He ordered a full sensor scan of the planet and the surrounding area of space. He would find the answers to this puzzle.

iii.

Kirk could not sleep. He tossed and turned for several hours before finally falling into an exhausted oblivion which did not last for long before the nightmares began.

"Jim," the voice called with gentle urgency. "Jim."

The deep tone reassured him and the nightmare receded a little. "Help me, please help me." he cried.

"Jim, it is only a bad dream, come out of it," the voice soothed.

Kirk awoke shivering. He was on the floor of his cabin in a tangle of sweat-dampened bedcovers, his arms totally restrained by immovable Vulcan strength. He stared up into dark, concerned eyes but saw only the alien-Spock, a ruthless product of the parallel universe.

"Let me go," he pleaded, his head spinning now in a sharp attack of vertigo. "I'm not your captain. Let me go home."

He collapsed onto the deck, when the support was removed, curled up into a foetal position until his balance began to steady, he then sidled away from the menacing presence so near him. Still in the hold of the terrible nightmare, he was unable to recognise the fear and worry radiating from his friend. His only thoughts were to put as much distance between himself and the Vulcan as possible. When he reached the wall, he pulled the bedclothes over his nakedness and hugged their warmth to him.

"Jim." A soft voice reached through his disorientated thoughts. "It was a nightmare. You are awake now."

Kirk pressed his face against the wall, drawing large gulps of air into his lungs as he attempted to regain some measure of control. Where was he? He could feel the smooth surface against his cheek, the soft texture of the blankets wrapped around his body. His eyes closed, shutting out the uncertainty of his surroundings as the vividness of the dream clung to him with its merciless grip.

"Jim," the concerned voice pleaded. "Jim... t'hy'la."

Kirk's heart skipped a beat at that heartfelt plea; at the profoundly meant Vulcan word. Slowly he regained composure and opened his eyes to see Spock kneeling several metres away, his expression, his very posture, revealing worry. But the terrifying effects of the nightmare lingered to torment him.

Kirk shook himself in an attempt to dispel the image that had replaced the reality of the tense, uncertain being before him. He licked at painfully dry lips. He was drenched in sweat, feeling it run down his body in gushing rivulets. "I'm all right, Mr. Spock," he managed to gasp. "How long 'til the debriefing?"

"Thirty five minutes, Captain," the Vulcan replied, his eyes intent on the human.

Kirk could not hide his discomfort and the weariness that pressed on his shoulders. He forced himself to acknowledge the words. "Okay, I'll shower and eat then meet you there."

Spock hesitated then appeared to reach a decision. He stood up, walked over and held out a hand. "Allow me to assist you, Captain."

A sudden, irrational wrench of fear twisted inside Kirk as the tall form loomed above him. "NO!" he half yelled. "Leave me alone," he added in a lower tone as embarrassment, over his terror-stricken response, flooded him .

Spock stood absolutely still, his face showing no change of expression but Kirk knew that he had hurt the Vulcan. "As you desire, Captain," Spock replied tonelessly. Turning away, he walked from the room.

As the door swished closed, Kirk bent over double and pressed his face into his hands. What was wrong with him? Why was he so afraid of Spock? He had hurt his friend when all he had wanted to do was reassure him. He struggled to his feet, removed the sodden covers and half staggered to the bathroom for a refreshing, hot water shower. Perhaps he would be able to sort this whole mess out once the effects of the nightmare were cleared out of his system. He turned the temperature of the water to the maximum he could tolerate and attempted to ease his tense muscles. After a few minutes he was forced to reduce the heat, no more relaxed than before. He pressed the dispenser for his favourite soap and liberally covered himself with its pleasantly scented lather, making a mental note to find time for a therapeutic massage as soon as possible. He must regain his composure; it was imperative to stop thinking of Spock as a danger to him.

It was ludicrous. He could not allow the ordeal in the alternate universe to affect his relationship with his closest friend.

iv

McCoy knew that something was wrong. The tension between his friends was immediately obvious to one who knew them both so well. He wondered if it was due to Kirk's sudden change of attitude to Spock on the return from the other universe, and all during the debriefing he made a point of watching them closely. He considered the ramifications of the loss of their rapport and was appalled. Yet he could understand Kirk's reaction. For had he not, for a few moments after their return, feared Spock himself? Still he had not turned the Vulcan away, instead he had asked for his help. He was pleased at having found the courage. Yet he was aware that if he had not caught a glimpse of the alternate-Spock's genuine distress at the knowledge given him, and the compassionate attempt to heal the wounds inflicted in haste, it was likely that he too would have responded just like Jim was doing.

He resolved to speak to both of them. This state of affairs could not be allowed to continue, not only for their personal friendship but for the morale of the crew and the welfare of the ship. The experience in the savage mirror universe had marked them all, but hopefully the effects would ease with time. Nevertheless he resolved to use all of his skills to assist his friends with their problems. He switched his attention away from the command duo and studied Uhura as she related her experiences. How he was going to help her overcome her aversion to Sulu? There had been an ugly incident in the Rec-Room between them which was now the talk of the ship. He sighed deeply. There had not been the time to speak with her before the debriefing. He leaned back in his chair, his trained eyes observing the body language and nuances of behaviour of these people he cared for so deeply. Scotty seemed the only one unaffected by the transposition. McCoy smiled fondly. His old friend was only too happy to return to his beloved engines. He would be all right.

The debriefing finally completed, Kirk stood up. "I'll arrange another meeting with the Halkans after my report to Starfleet. Dismissed."

Without a glance in Spock's direction, Kirk exited the room. Spock stood motionless. Not unlike a robot awaiting a command, McCoy observed.

The eyes of everyone in the room were fixed on the Vulcan, and their sympathy was almost tangible. Scott cleared his throat, stood as close to the first officer as was permitted and murmured, "Och, it'll be all right, Mr. Spock. The Captain's had a wee bit of a shock having tae deal wi' yon savages."

"Indeed," Spock replied tonelessly, "His report was most illuminating."

"Well I'll away tae my engines. Dinna worry yerself, sir," the Scot said, and with a meaningful glance at McCoy left the room.

The engineer had known the Vulcan longer than any of them, having served with him for a time under Captain Pike's command of the Enterprise. He obviously saw behind the Vulcan facade to the raw hurt beneath. McCoy smiled. Scotty had the deepest respect for the science officer and had often bemoaned the loss to Starfleet Engineering Corps of such a talented person. Yet, as Scott had once said to him, 'The lad is a genius in so many different fields. It would be a waste to limit him to one.'

Everyone misjudged Scotty, only seeing the man who loved his 'wee bairns' with little concern for his shipmates. McCoy knew better for he and Scotty had shared many a rip-roaring shore leave together, innumerable sociable drinking sessions, and long talks about everything in the universe. The engineer was intensely loyal to both of his commanding officers and would follow them to hell and back.

Spock nodded briefly to the doctor and communications officer and left, then alone with Uhura at last, McCoy decided it was time to broach the subject of Sulu. "Nyota, are you all right?"

She stiffened, her eyes flashed with emotion but her voice was calm as she answered, "I'm fine, Dr. McCoy."

"It was real scary on the other side. It's no shame to be a little upset by it, but you can't let it affect your life here."

Uhura nervously bit her lip. "It's none of your business, Dr. McCoy."

"The welfare of this crew is my business, Lieutenant," he reminded her.

"Well, I suggest you confine your interference to the Captain and Mr. Spock," she snapped. "Their relationship is important to crew morale. My private relationships are my own concern."

McCoy was silent for a few moments. Now was not the correct moment to push her; that was obvious. He would give her a little time to come to terms with the ordeal in the mirror universe but if she could not resolve her problems herself, either he or one of his medical staff would need to assist. "Very well, Nyota, but remember that our Mr. Sulu is not to blame."

Uhura's beautiful ebony eyes filled with tears. The control she used to stop her voice trembling showed only too clearly on her face. "Excuse me, Doctor," she said, heading quickly for the door.

The Doctor wearily slumped down onto a chair. Where was he going to start?

v.

Sulu lay on his bunk recalling the incident that had hurt him so deeply. He tried to understand why it had happened, attempting to rationalise her behaviour. They both had always felt such a deep sense of pride in their friendship, ignoring the good-natured jibes from the others who had teased that more than a platonic relationship was involved. Sulu was not of the opinion that friendship with a woman inevitably led to romantic involvement and he enjoyed - he had enjoyed - the relaxation in her company without the pressures, demands or complications faced by the many shipboard couples who were lovers. Until recently he had believed her feelings to be the same.

Once cleared by the medical staff after the strange attack, he had gone to rec-room 3 where Uhura was often to be found playing and singing for friends. He was desperate to see her again and worried about her health after the ordeal in the mirror universe. He had to ascertain for himself that she was all right. As he entered, her warm eyes had grown cold with abhorrence. He stopped in his tracks, stunned by the intensity of her revulsion.

"Nyota," he tried as, with searing hostility, she swept from the room.

Aware of the curiosity of the others he had quickly withdrawn, wandering in a haze for a time before retiring to his quarters. In such a small community, her rejection would be common knowledge within hours but he was too upset to care. She was certainly not all right. Something disturbing had happened in that violent universe, which he did not understand, but knew concerned his counterpart. He shuddered as he remembered the screaming, violent landing party which had replaced their own team, and the inevitable question plagued him.

What was he like in the parallel universe?

The sound of the door-chime interrupted his musing. He stood, straightened his tunic and deactivated the voice lock. "Enter," he said expectantly. Perhaps it was Nyota.

To his disappointment, his visitor was McCoy. He swallowed his unhappiness and from somewhere found a welcoming smile. The C.M.O's tone was sympathetic as he told Sulu about the scarred, Gestapo-like Security Chief whom Uhura had bravely occupied during the escape preparations.

"None of us know exactly what happened, Hikaru," McCoy said. "She was alone on the bridge with those savages and the only one who could divert their Sulu's attention. She won't talk about it. Oh, I'll give her some time, but she'll have to deal with it eventually."

"I have caused her pain," Sulu whispered hoarsely. "It was something I did."

"Not you, Hikaru. Your counterpart," McCoy corrected gently.

"The other side of me, the animal within," Sulu said bitterly at the horror of the implications.

McCoy placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "No, not you. Always remember that. We'll all have to come to terms with the fact we have a double existing there, someone who is without morals or scruples." He smiled slightly. "Except for Spock. Even in the midst of all that corruption he had a spark of decency. Damn Vulcan... always different from the rest of us common mortals."

At that familiar grumbling, Sulu could not help but laugh for Spock's continuing feud with McCoy, along with the unique friendship the Vulcan shared with the captain, were sources of delight to the Enterprise crew.

"Hikaru, we all need time to adjust, be patient," the Doctor added.

"I will, Doctor," Sulu promised, comforted by McCoy's fatherly concern.

"I know you will," the Doctor replied.

vi.

Uhura could barely concentrate on her work. In her mind's eye she repeatedly saw Sulu's hurt expression at her rejection, overlain by the scarred, lustful face of the mirror counterpart. She shivered at the memory of his gloating voice, the sickening touch of those harsh lips on her skin. Never before had she been so fearful of her life as during those long, terrifying minutes on the bridge. If she had made one false move there was no doubt she would now be dead. That death would not have been an easy one.

It was impossible to control her tension as every moment of their entrapment in that alternate universe replayed itself again. She had lain awake after their return, tossing and turning for hours before able to gain a few hours sleep. Uhura knew that another shared similar difficulties. She had noted the fear on Kirk's face at the first encounter with the bearded Spock. It took a very great deal to scare her Captain, but this incident had rocked even his legendary strength. Then there was McCoy who had been led dazed and disorientated into the transporter room by the mirror-Spock. What had happened to the doctor and solid, dependable Scotty who had been so worried that he would never return to his beloved Enterprise?

She automatically tended her station as she recalled the tension-filled debriefing session and the all too obvious strain between the commanding officers. Tears rose unbidden to her eyes at the hurt she had sensed in the stoic Vulcan, so carefully hidden but noticeable to one who had worked closely with him for years. Was she doing the same to Sulu by her rejection of his friendship? She dabbed at her suddenly damp eyelashes. It was impossible to face him yet without seeing his sadistic twin.

"Lt. Uhura," Spock's voice broke into her reverie. "Are you unwell? You appear distracted."

Startled, she felt burning heat on her face as she looked up at the striking, alien features. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I was daydreaming."

"Perhaps you are still fatigued," he observed.

Uhura chewed at her lip. Despite his claims of non-emotion there was little the first officer missed. "Yes, sir. I'm tired but.. "

"Order your replacement to the bridge, Lieutenant. You are excused for the remainder of your shift," Spock interrupted.

She made a feeble protest. "I'll manage, sir."

The Vulcan shook his head. "Obey my order, Lieutenant."

He was adamant and, knowing that nothing would persuade him to change his mind, she resignedly prepared to call her relief. Perhaps she would ask the doctor for something to help her sleep but, as she waited for Lt. Palmer, that idea was rejected. She was not yet ready to discuss this with anyone. Dr. McCoy meant well but once she was in his domain it would be difficult to avoid his questions. Soon... she would talk about it soon.

vii.

Spock hesitated before entering sickbay. Whilst in command during the complete shift, as Kirk supposedly compiled a report to Starfleet in the privacy of his cabin, Spock wondered if the real reason for Jim's absence might be to avoid him. The Vulcan was in a quandary. Kirk's behaviour after the nightmare had been chilling. Spock had never before seen him so afraid, curled up like a terrified child whose worst fears had come true.

Perhaps they had in that other universe.

Much had been omitted during the debriefing session. The emotional reactions of the humans involved had scarcely been mentioned.. What must it have been like for Jim to play the part of a violent version of himself, not unlike the hidden, bestial side of his nature seen during an incident in the first year of their mission.

In a sudden flash, Spock had a profound insight into the captain's dilemma. The compassionate human would have been horrified to learn what crimes his counterpart must have committed to achieve command of a starship, and he would have been graphically reminded of the time he had faced the negative side of his own personality. Further strain would have been caused by having to deal with a vicious, evil Spock, a phantom straight out of Earth legends of the devil. It was not surprising that Jim could not bear to face him.

As he stood, lost in thought, totally unaware of the movement of crew around him in the busy sickbay corridor, he did not notice McCoy's approach. "Spock, did you want to see me?" The doctor's voice brought him back to reality.

Spock's eyes re-focussed on the concerned face of his friend. "Yes, Dr. McCoy, if you can spare the time."

McCoy led him into his private office, poured them both a brandy and indicated a seat. Spock sat down, gripped the glass placed in his hand and held it tightly. "Drink it," McCoy said, "doctor's orders." Silently, Spock obeyed. "He's avoiding you," the human added once the glass had been drained. He poured the Vulcan another measure.

Spock looked up, surprised at his insight. "Yes," he replied, and could not restrain himself from recounting the incident in Kirk's quarters. He did not question McCoy's right to know although both men were aware that Spock would never have revealed his problems, or his hurt, to the doctor before the traumatic encounter with the mirror universe.

"It's affecting him even worse than I realised," McCoy commented. "Damn."

Spock hesitated for a second before asking the question he desperately wished to know the answer to. "What was I like in the other universe, Doctor?" Were his worst suspicions totally accurate?

"You heard the report," McCoy said as he leaned back and took a deep swig of his brandy. "It was a rough, violent society, but you were the best of the lot. Sure you were more aggressive, willing to destroy the Halkans, but you warned Jim about Starfleet's orders to kill him and you helped us return home. Jim thought you... " The doctor flushed as he obviously realised he was describing the other-Spock as if he were the one beside him. "Jim thought he was very like you. That's why he allowed me to treat the head wound, didn't want someone - your image - to die. Your integrity... Damn, I mean his integrity was as strong, maybe, as yours. The environment was the cause of his more warlike behaviour. Y'see Vulcan didn't fully accept Surak's teachings over there; followers of IDIC are in the minority."

Spock sipped at his drink, not tasting its flavour, but needing to do something to ease his tension. "Vulcan - still a warrior culture! It is inconceivable."

"He was the only one with any decency, Spock. Sulu and Chekov were like animals, ready to pounce at the slightest chance." McCoy shuddered. "You saw my counterpart. What was he like?"

Spock sighed deeply, allowing a touch of amusement to reach his tone. The human needed the reassurance which only he could give. "He was a most unsavoury character."

McCoy grinned a little. "Can't say I'm surprised. What about Jim?"

"Arrogant, violent, aggressive, cunning," Spock supplied, remembering the other-Kirk's anger over his imprisonment. Kirk - yet not Kirk. His captain would never have tried such blatant bribery.

"Exactly, Spock, very close to the part of himself Jim once had to reabsorb. He needs some time to adjust. He'll come around soon, you'll see. He's your friend, he'd never normally reject your assistance."

"What must I do, McCoy?" the Vulcan asked, not knowing who else to ask for the desperately needed advice. He valued the doctor's opinion much more than he would consciously admit.

"It was Leonard, yesterday," McCoy commented wryly.

Spock was unable to prevent the slight flush from staining his face. "Leonard," he conceded," my alternate forced your mind, yet you came to me for help. Why will Jim not trust me?"

McCoy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, Spock, I'm sorry but he hasn't confided in me yet. I came to you because I believed my peaceful, gentle, civilised Spock was the only one able to ease the pain in my mind."

"You honour me, Leonard," Spock replied, the sudden overwhelming emotion at the other's words causing an uncontrollable hoarseness in his voice.

"Dammit, we argue so much, we sometimes forget we're friends, Spock." McCoy's voice was unsteady. "I don't mean to be so nasty. I could kick myself for some of the things I say to you."

"Please, Leonard, it is unimportant, do not concern yourself," Spock reassured, embarrassed by the heartfelt confession.

McCoy reached over to pat the blue-clad arm. Spock forced himself not to recoil and found that the human's touch was not unacceptable. The realisation, that the doctor held him in great regard, hit him with unrelenting force. He reciprocated those feelings. They had a true friendship. It was not the close bond he shared with Jim, but it was of great value. McCoy was friend to both and as such was often the balance between them.

"Thanks, Spock." The doctor released his arm, then stared unblinkingly at the Vulcan for a moment before a look of resolve passed over his features. "All right, my friend, I'm not going to allow this idiocy to continue. I'll speak to our mixed-up captain, give him a piece of my mind. After that I'll proceed to sort Uhura and Sulu out. Rely on me, Spock. Adults can be very childish at times, even well balanced individuals such as Jim and Nyota. You leave it with me."

"Your faith in your abilities is most interesting, Doctor," Spock said teasingly. "Modesty is not one of your attributes." He arched an eyebrow and favoured the human with his best quizzical expression.

The doctor laughed. "Yeah, I know. Members of the medical profession sometimes think they're gods. It's an occupational hazard."

"Indeed," Spock agreed, but the warmth he felt for this unpredictable human infused him with a sense of wellbeing. He did not fully understand why they so often clashed, but he welcomed this new openness between them and hoped it would continue. He leaned forward, and steepled his hands together upon the desk. It was time to change the topic to another important problem. "Doctor, what is your opinion concerning the attacks suffered by Sulu and Chekov?"

McCoy sighed and shook his head. "M'Benga and I have been over it. Both men are in excellent health, their medical tests have all shown negative, there were no reasons for those attacks."

A chill swept through the usual tight control of Vulcan training. Then the hypothesis he had formulated might be all too probable. He stood. "If you will excuse me, Leonard, there is important research requiring my attention."

The doctor stared up at him, and there was no jibe waiting on his lips this time. "You onto something, Spock?"

"Possibly," Spock conceded, "However, further tests are necessary before I can substantiate my conjecture." He hesitated only fractionally before voicing his fears to this sympathetic and understanding friend. "It is possible that the fabric of space between the two universes has been weakened. If I am correct, then Sulu and Chekov were experiencing the punishment - or death - of their counterparts. It is logical to assume that the other-Kirk would initiate vengeful action against those who attempted his assassination.

The colour drained from McCoy's face. "You mean what happens there could be dangerous to us, Spock?"

McCoy murmured under his breath but sensitive Vulcan hearing clearly heard the horror-stricken swearing. Spock strove to shut out the intensity of feelings emanating from the emotional human. "I will be in science lab one. As soon as there is sufficient evidence to confirm my hypothesis, the captain will be informed."

Leaving the stunned doctor sitting there nursing his drink, Spock proceeded to the laboratory. He called a meeting of his staff and within thirty minutes all had been assigned to their designated tasks. Spock did not allow his own problems to intrude on his concentration as he analysed the complex sensor readings. He immersed his being totally into his work, knowing only that he must give his commanding officer all the facts. He would not spare himself until he could supply Kirk with the answers.

viii

McCoy was not surprised to find Kirk's quarters empty. The younger man, whenever he was upset, invariably sought refuge in one particular place on the Enterprise. McCoy had rarely found Jim alone on the observation deck because Spock, guided by the special attunement he shared with his captain, had always beaten him to it. This time though, the doctor knew that Kirk would certainly be by himself.

As he travelled in the turbo-lift, he reflected on the years he had known Jim Kirk. Always a popular, charismatic young man - Starfleet's golden wonder-boy, youngest human to qualify for the Academy, youngest captain in the Fleet, hero extraordinaire. Jim had paid the price for his exceptional abilities. He was highly intelligent, an inspired leader with unflagging idealism and sincere belief in the principles of the United Federation of Planets. Although gregarious and considered by others as an extrovert, Kirk had been one of the loneliest people McCoy had ever met. Many admiring acquaintances and lovers had temporarily eased the solitude he lived with but none, even Gary Mitchell his closest friend for years, had ever understood him. McCoy prided himself on his own deep friendship with Kirk although it was often complicated by the fact that as C.M.O. he could override even the captain's authority.

Spock was the only person Kirk could fully relax with. Spock - Kirk's intellectual equal and then some. Spock - whose physical strength far surpassed any human's. Spock - lonelier even than Kirk could ever imagine, a hybrid being who had never been at home anywhere but Starfleet.

The two men complemented one another, sharing their strengths and weaknesses, combining in a command team that made the Enterprise the unequalled vessel she was. Their professional relationship had spilled over into their personal life and a unique friendship had been forged between them. Each fulfilled a need in the other. McCoy could scarcely understand such a bond, but delighted in it for Jim no longer suffered the agonies of command isolation. Spock understood and was there to support and advise whenever necessary. Both men had changed for the better over the years. Kirk was less impetuous. He had learned to accept and value Spock's opinion, and was unafraid of admitting his own fallibility. Spock was less rigidly Vulcan; he had mellowed under Kirk's friendship and was able to unwind a little and allow his human side to surface. Kirk and Spock were like two sides of a coin, each incomplete without the other. They enjoyed one another's company, sharing a friendship which was highly beneficial to both of them.

They had to be reconciled.

Kirk had to be convinced that his foolish fears were unfounded, before both men were severely hurt. McCoy almost laughed as he found himself accepting the role of mediator. At one time he had been jealous of Jim's closeness to Spock. That phase had not lasted for Kirk had wanted his two friends to understand one another and had become the living bridge between them, uniting them - at least - in their concern for him. McCoy's relationship with the Vulcan had evolved slowly. They hid their affection behind the ongoing feud which still, regretfully, got out of hand at times, but respect and regard lived under the surface. The mind-meld with the alternate had confirmed McCoy's long term suspicions about his own Spock. There was a mass of conflicting emotions under the Vulcan facade. There was a human perhaps a Vulcan too, with deep feelings for his friends, his ship and crewmates. Warmth spread through the doctor, giving him the courage to face Kirk no matter how difficult the captain might be.

The observation lounge was crowded. McCoy quickly glanced around, confirmed there was no sign of his friend and chewed at his lip. The only other place Kirk might hide would be in one of the privacy cubicles. He walked along the corridor, checked the doors and found them all locked. Damn... He paced up and down for a few minutes - only in an emergency could anyone's privacy be disturbed - then sat down on a chair and wondered if this could be classified as an emergency. In some ways it was but he did not care to intrude just yet, for on a starship all had the right to withdraw to these special rooms for solitude.

He studied the computer panel on the door facing him, recognised Kirk's code and settled down to wait, hoping he was doing the correct thing by not asking for admittance. Twenty minutes passed. The other rooms were vacated yet still there were no signs of Kirk emerging from his self-imposed seclusion. McCoy fidgeted impatiently until, on the verge of disturbing Kirk regardless of the consequences, the hiss of the door-lock mechanism being released resounded in the stillness. Relieved, he hunkered down into the seat and closed his eyes.

"Bones," the soft, inquiring voice asked, "is something wrong?"

He stretched, attempted a nonchalant pose, opened his eyes and smiled up at his friend. "Aw... no, Jim. Not exactly. I'd just like to talk to you in private."

Kirk returned the smile, indicated the room he had just left and followed McCoy in. "Go ahead, Bones," he said, sitting down on the comfortable, padded couch.

The doctor settled himself beside his captain and studied him. Kirk's eyelids were a little puffy, his hair untidy, his face drawn. There was an ache in the usually sparkling eyes which spoke volumes to one who knew him well. "I need to talk to you about two crewmembers who were in the parallel universe. Both are showing signs of trauma associated with events and people they were involved with there."

Kirk swallowed nervously. "Their names?"

"Lt. Uhura and Captain Kirk," McCoy replied bluntly.

Kirk rose to his feet and walked across to the viewscreen which covered one complete wall of the cubicle. He pressed his face against the duraglaz, and silently stared out into the void.

McCoy watched him for a time, then called upon all of his resolve. "Jim, this fear is a natural reaction. I felt it myself but I needed Spock's help. His counterpart left some scars after forcing my mind. I was in real pain."

Kirk turned to look at him, eyes wide with concern. "Bones, I didn't realise. I'm so damn selfish only thinking about myself."

Better and better. McCoy smiled slightly. It was a start - now to take advantage of the guilt feelings. "That other Spock didn't mean to hurt me, Jim. He needed to know what was happening. That's why he forced the meld. Aw, he was more aggressive than our pointy-eared walkin' computer, but he had a core of integrity, decency and a sense of justice. Hell, you saw it yourself, Jim. He helped us escape. He didn't try to prevent us. Even when we first saw him using the agoniser on Kyle, he didn't enjoy it; just did it as his duty, their method of discipline."

McCoy paused in an attempt to gauge Kirk's reaction to his words, noting with satisfaction that he had the younger man's full attention. He nodded and ploughed on. "Hell, he was scary, Jim. All that Vulcan power surrounded him like an almost visible aura. We all sensed it. He was dangerous. He projected that only too obviously, but that meld wasn't one-sided, Jim. I learned a little about him. He did have a conscience and was unhappy with the oppressive rule in his universe. You saw it yourself for you attempted to persuade him to take command. How did he put it? 'One man cannot summon the future.' Your gut instincts must have told you that he could."

The doctor noted the slight flush spreading over the tanned face, the fleeting sideways glance that spoke volumes to a discerning watcher. Kirk was feeling shame. Now was the time. "Jim," he said gently. "Spock needs your reassurance. Can you imagine the hell he went through when we were there and our counterparts here? Yet, he successfully deduced everything that had happened and did all the necessary calculations needed to retrieve us at the exact time. He was faced with a man who was a corrupt parody of his best friend, his t'hy'la. Can you comprehend what that did to him? Then once he brings you back home, what does he get from his friend, his t'hy'la? The cold, lonely, mixed-up hybrid to whom you taught the meaning of friendship is treated like a pariah. Jim, he doesn't know the easy kind of human fellowship. He won't know how to handle your rejection. Don't allow the shadows of the mirror universe to destroy your unique relationship."

Kirk's head was bent. A deep sigh escaped him and he replied, his voice shaky. "I know, Bones. I'll go see him. I know my reaction to him is irrational. He's not his counterpart. I've hurt him, something I promised myself never to do. Don't you know that I'm fully aware of my responsibility to him? He didn't give me his friendship lightly. I had to earn it. He entrusted me with the bond we share, opened himself to me. What I've done is unforgivable."

"No, not unforgivable, Jim," McCoy reassured, delighted that Kirk was seeing sense. "You're only being human. You had a real scare. Spock was only a part of the overall nightmarish situation. We were in a place where the negative sides of our natures were in control. That Kirk with all the assassinations and massacres to his name is you in that universe, a violent, mirror image. But Jim, he isn't you and his Spock is not your Spock."

Kirk braced himself, straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin. He looked across at McCoy and smiled self-consciously. He appeared so natural against the backdrop of the speeding galaxy, the captain of his ship, the radiance of the star-field shimmering around him in a glorious nimbus of multicoloured light.

McCoy returned the smile. "Spock is buried in science lab one. He's onto something important."

Kirk frowned, then headed out the door, almost at a run, while McCoy followed at a slower pace. He would allow them some time before checking on their progress, but was convinced they would soon be on excellent terms and working together again - the perfect team.

ix.

Kirk reached the lab in record time. He stopped outside the door, paused to steady his breathing and, clasping his hands behind him in military fashion, strode in, his outer confidence not betraying the turmoil raging within. Spock sat at a desk, his attention totally engaged by the data on his computer terminal, touching the keys and reading the screen at a speed only a Vulcan could absorb. The room was filled with science personnel, all diligently working.

Surprise was Kirk's initial reaction, for Spock usually worked here alone. To have so many others in close proximity to him could only mean that something of major importance was being investigated. The Vulcan glanced up and they exchanged a long look. The uncertainty in those eyes was only too clear and Kirk cursed himself for his totally unjustifiable behaviour.

"Mr. Spock, may I speak with you privately?" he asked. "That is... if you can be spared."

Spock rose to his feet. "Certainly, Captain." He indicated his small office and followed Kirk into the room where he stood, rigid and silent, his gaze fixed upon the wall.

Kirk chewed at his lip. He was unsure of what Spock would allow, but it was imperative to make up for the pain he had caused his friend. Damn. Why have I been such a fool? He tried to catch the Vulcan's eye. "Spock, I'm sorry about my behaviour since we returned. I've not even thanked you for rescuing us. If you hadn't worked out how and when to transfer us, we would be dead or trapped in the other universe."

"It was my duty," Spock replied, his voice toneless.

Kirk smiled sadly and attempted to swallow the guilt over that remark, so reminiscent of Spock when he had first known him. "No, my friend, not just your duty. Spock, I... " He hesitated, then reached out to touch the lean, muscled arm. "Sometimes we humans react in a very instinctive way. That other Spock exuded such power, such menace, well... I guess he scared me deep inside. I had to play his captain and it was difficult. He could have swatted me aside like a fly, thrown me in the Agony Booth... " He trailed off as Spock finally met his gaze, and sighed with relief at gaining the Vulcan's full attention.

"I had to live by my wits. I didn't have you, my friend, to guide and support me. There was a great empty place at my side. He was there, even loyal to his own commanding officer but, Spock, he was superior Vulcan strength barely leashed, ready to strike out at any time."

His fingers tightened on Spock's arm as the memory of the exchanged threats in the corridor returned, the menace somehow amplified now that there was time to reflect upon it. "When I saw you again, I was so relieved, so happy, but somehow he kept returning to haunt me. That nightmare - it was so real. I was in the Agony Booth and he and my other self were there gloating at me. I need you to understand that I didn't reject you, Spock. Please believe that your friendship is very important to me. I just couldn't rid myself of the spell of that universe. I don't know why."

He shivered as he recalled the evil smile on lips which exactly matched his own, but a warmer-than-human hand on his shoulder drew the chill from his body almost immediately. The vision of the other receded to be replaced by his friend's concerned face.

"Jim, it is over," Spock said. "There is no need to apologise."

Kirk allowed his relief to flood him and was unable to stop himself from impulsively drawing his friend into a light hug, but sensing the Vulcan's discomfiture, immediately released him. "I'm sorry," he murmured, blinking back the sudden gathering of moisture in his eyes.

A slight smile touched the edges of Spock's mouth and on seeing it, Kirk grinned. Spock's eyes shone with what appeared to be humour and Kirk wondered how he could ever have allowed the spectre of the alternate Spock to have obscured the reality of this loyal friend.

"T'hy'la," he murmured, raising his hand in the paired-fingered Vulcan salute.

Spock's fingertips touched his and the tingle of their bond of brotherhood swept through wrists, along arms, travelling swiftly until it entered the neural pathways of their minds. With his other hand, Spock touched the human's face, settling on the contact points, initiating telepathic communication. T'hy'la, Spock's inner voice softly resonated within Kirk's welcoming mind, soothing any lingering doubts which remained.

Kirk sighed with contentment. He always loved any mind-contact with Spock. It brought him more relaxation and peace than anything else he had ever known. If he had his way, they would communicate like this frequently, but Spock would only permit it under circumstances when it was absolutely necessary. Although Kirk understood the Vulcan's need for privacy, he still sometimes hankered for the mind-meld which chased away all loneliness and misunderstanding.

It was with reluctance that Spock withdrew from the touch and clasped his hands behind him. He watched as Kirk's eyes re-focussed, clearly seeing the human's disappointed expression. He swallowed. Jim regarded telepathic sharing as natural and submitted himself to it so eagerly. Although Spock was aware of his own benefits from the melds, he feared that regular indulgence in contact between two highly compatible minds would damage his shields beyond repair. He was always careful to use his telepathic ability only when nothing else would suffice, and this had been such a time. Jim had needed his reassurance that all was well between them, and Spock could not deny his t'hy'la this small comfort.

Within seconds, Kirk recovered his composure and once again became the efficient captain of the Enterprise. "Bones said you were onto something, Spock. What have you discovered?"

Spock snapped into the comfortable familiarity of his place as this man's science officer. "Sir, we have detected signs of a weakening in the inter-dimensional barrier between the universes."

Kirk frowned. "You mean we could be in danger?"

"A possibility, Captain. Both Sulu and Chekov stated that the sensations they experienced during the attacks were similar to phaser stun, although of greater severity. Both men are familiar with the effect, therefore I can only conclude that they did indeed suffer a resonance caused by the deaths of their counterparts."

Kirk paled. "Of course, he'd have learned of their assassination attempts and have taken the opportunity to get rid of them. What else have you discovered?"

Spock reviewed all the available data. It was impossible to verify any of it. He was uncomfortably aware that they were dealing with unknowns and he was forced to speculate. "Essentially very little, sir. There is some evidence indicating a weakness around Halka, possibly exacerbated by the ion storm. It should rectify itself if no further pressure is exerted upon it. We are surveying the area constantly for any further disturbances and will know if it is necessary for us to leave orbit. If the fabric of space is further weakened we could be drawn into the alternate universe, or the reverse could occur."

Kirk shivered. "What if we met our counterparts? Remember Lazarus?"

"That was a negative universe, sir. This alternate universe is compatible with our own."

"Well keep your staff working on it. I need you to accompany me to Halka."

Spock could not control the rise of an eyebrow. "Surely, I would serve you better by working on this puzzling irregularity."

Kirk smiled. "Possibly, but I'd prefer you with me this time. Those Halkan elders are an obstinate bunch. Perhaps a dignified, Vulcan scientist will impress them."

"I am not a diplomat," Spock protested, but he was pleased by Kirk's confidence and praise. Furthermore he welcomed the opportunity to accompany this friend who always seemed to find trouble. At least he would be there to protect Jim if anything went wrong.

"You're one of the best diplomats I know," Kirk said with a smile. "We beam down in two hours."

Spock bowed to his captain's wishes. "Very well, sir. I shall be prepared."

They met on the bridge thirty minutes before the designated time. While Spock readjusted the sensors, Kirk and McCoy whispered together like schoolboy conspirators. The reason was soon apparent as he was teased about the way his counterpart fitted into the role of a pirate in the other universe. Delighted that Kirk had so completely overcome his fears as to be able to joke, Spock entered into the spirit of the occasion and silenced the two humans with one of his best ever rejoinders. The look on Kirk's face was worth any further insult McCoy might make

The landing party's reaction, especially Kirk's, to the newly assigned Lt. Moreau was interesting. Although Kirk denied he had met her before, Spock deduced that she was, in all likelihood, the mysterious female who had been the 'Captain's Woman' in the mirror universe. Kirk spoke with her for a few minutes then turned away smiling. He was certainly attracted to her, but Spock knew that the captain would never permit himself to indulge in any liaison with a crewmember. It was a rule he never broke; all those under Kirk's command were off-limits to him and that knowledge instilled deep trust and love for their captain. To compensate for his restraint, Kirk's exploits with willing passengers and shore leave partners were legendary.

"Well, Mr. Spock," the object of his musing said, " are you ready to charm the Halkans?"

He arched the expected eyebrow and received the expected response - a twinkling of expressive eyes and a large grin. "Really, Captain. Vulcans do not use charm. We use logic."

"Of course, Mr. Spock," Kirk replied.

Spock moved to Kirk's side as Scott was given command of the ship. He waited patiently as captain and engineer exchanged an incomprehensible human joke, then he followed Kirk to the turbo-lift. He was about to enter when the suddenness of Kirk's back-wards step caused them to collide, making him almost lose his balance.

A deep flush painted Kirk's cheeks. "Oh, um... sorry, Spock. Ensign Chekov, I didn't see you get in the lift."

The young Russian shifted uncomfortably. "I held the car for you, sir. I have an errand in science lab one."

Spock could sense the hesitation in Kirk's body and instinctively knew the reason. He moved closer. "Shall we go, sir?" he said firmly.

Kirk looked up at him, drew a deep breath and nodded. Spock allowed his approval to show and with a renewed air of confidence, the human entered the lift.

x.

Kirk's speech on the history and aims of the United Federation of Planets was politely received by the Halkan Council but, as he had guessed, the eyes of these peaceful people were drawn to the calm, distinguished figure at his side. He smiled inwardly, continued for another ten minutes until the curiosity of the Halkans had reached a peak, then concluded his talk.

There was silence from the council members and after a glance at Spock, Kirk again surveyed his audience. "With your permission, Commander Spock will now address you."

Spock bowed gracefully, and Kirk stepped back to watch the interplay between the Vulcan and the formerly intransigent Halkans. They were being swayed by Spock's concise and honest words in a way even the famous Kirk persuasive charm could not match. With a deep pride in his friend, Kirk began to hope that a small inroad had been achieved.

He began to relax, taking in the beauty of the glade around him, lulled by the sweet singing of brightly-plumed songbirds, the scent of the lush vegetation, the charm of the simple, pastoral life these humanoids had chosen. He studied the pleasing pastel shades of the rustic, double-storied buildings of the planet's main city. By Terran standards, it was little more than a small picturesque town nestling in an idyllic valley set against a stunning backdrop of sea and sky. The calm waters of the bay shimmered like jade in the glare of the sun and Kirk sighed, wishing for the luxury of being able to swim in those unpolluted waters. He turned to face north and feasted his eyes on the alpine beauty of the mountain range which dominated the view. The Halkans had the intelligence and ability for a technological society but had used their skills to create a perfect lifestyle with minimum damage to the environment. If only all species had the wisdom of this one. The Vulcans, always ecologically aware, had lived in harmony with their planet throughout their long history but Terrans had come to their senses almost too late to repair the neglect of centuries.

Kirk returned his attention to his friend's deep voice; almost inflectionless, but filled with the sincerity and authority which was his alone. He listened approvingly as Spock extolled the virtues of IDIC, the philosophy he so uniquely represented - son of a human woman and a Vulcan male, the only one of his kind in the universe.

Something intangible interrupted his fond musing; the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise in an inexplicable foreboding of terror. He concentrated, aware of a change in the atmosphere. Silence... The birds had ceased to sing, even the humming of the insects had stopped. "Spock?" he questioned as the overwhelming premonition of danger impinged upon his consciousness.

A rumbling like distant thunder echoed through the sunlit glade. The ground under his feet began to vibrate, and a cold blast of wind howled like a soul in torment. The sound of terrified screams filled the air as the tremors sharply increased in intensity.

The Vulcan scanned with his tricorder. Kirk dived to his side, clutching at the lean arm for support as the ground shook violently beneath them. The two officers swayed, almost toppling over with the force of the earth's movement.

"Captain," Spock said, his voice not betraying the anxiety which Kirk sensed lay beneath that cool exterior. "There is a quake registering at 8.24 on the Richter Scale. The epicentre is 102 kilometres from our location, bearing 32 degrees, mark 2." He looked up at Kirk, his dark eyes troubled. "Jim, there is a fault here. However there is no reason for it to become unstable."

The horrifying realisation struck Kirk like an electric shock. "The other universe! That bastard has turned his ship's phasers on Halka. Those were his orders, Spock."

"The barrier will have been seriously damaged, Captain," Spock warned. "It could cause instability to the whole area."

Kirk flipped his communicator open. "Kirk to Enterprise."

Scott's worried voice reached them. "Captain, ye have tae beam up, there's a major quake down there."

"We know, Scotty, but we're staying to assist. I want rescue parties formed immediately. All medical personnel and non-essential crew are urgently required. Alert Starfleet Command. This is a major disaster - Code Red."

He was aware of Spock calmly issuing instructions into his communicator. "D'Amato, all sensor readings are to be analysed immediately."

The geologist's reply was ominous. "Sir, seismological readings indicate that the P-waves are travelling at a velocity of 12 kilometres per second, the S-waves at 7 kilometres per second. You must leave the danger zone at once."

Kirk saw the answer to that warning in the first officer's eyes. He smiled slightly, knowing that Spock would never leave him when any danger threatened. He knew better now than to even try to persuade or order him away.

"I will remain here with Captain Kirk," the Vulcan said. "Keep me informed."

The two officers closed their communicators, then went to assist the dazed members of the Halkan Council. "What is happening?" the leader whispered as Kirk almost lifted him to his feet.

"An earthquake, sir," he replied, "I have ordered rescue parties. They will be here shortly, but right now we must evacuate your people from those houses."

They stepped down from the dais, Kirk helping the older man to the relative safety of the grass-covered clearing. He and Spock returned to assist the others and as the last council member sat upon the ground, they turned their attention to the town. People milled around, stunned and frightened by the force of the quake, children cried hysterically, clutching at the shaken adults.

"Captain, those buildings will not withstand another tremor," Spock warned.

The thunderous sound from the earth beneath them was deafening. Spock covered his sensitive ears as the volume increased to unbearable proportions. The ground shifted under them and, with command-trained reflexes, Kirk grabbed the bony shoulders and pushed Spock out of danger, leaping after him and narrowly escaping a fall into the deep crevasse that had opened up under the spot they had been standing on. He tumbled over, colliding painfully with the thin, angular body.

"You don't make a very soft landing, Mr. Spock," he commented as he raised himself from the jutting elbow which had jabbed so sharply into his ribs.

"I apologise, Captain," the Vulcan replied.

Kirk scrambled to his feet, turned to study the ground so recently ripped apart, and shuddered at the realisation that both of them could so easily have been trapped or killed in that deep chasm. Spock stood silently supportive at his back.

"Let's go, Spock," he said, starting towards the buildings now falling down like a pack of playing cards.

The heartrending screams of the frightened and injured surrounded them. They called out instructions, directing the Halkans to the open ground away from the falling masonry. A child shrieked, trapped under a large wooden beam; the mother clawed desperately at the wood, her hands covered in her own blood as she futilely tried to lift it from her daughter. The combined strengths of Terran and Vulcan were sufficient to free the girl, but they barely escaped certain death as the rest of the building collapsed. Kirk placed the child in her mother's arms and urged them towards safer ground.

"Captain," Spock called, his attention drawn by a faint call from further along the once beautiful, tree-lined street.

Kirk followed him and together they scrabbled at the rubble which was all that remained of a small hospital. Vulcan hearing guided them to three children huddled close under several layers of debris. The two officers pulled the infants free; pathetic little bundles of sentient life, broken and twisted by the weight and force of the masonry which had enveloped them. Spock's eyes were haunted as he gently lifted two of the survivors in his arms. Kirk carried the other one to the glade where they both placed the children in the care of their people.

The trembling Halkan leader approached them. "Captain, I beg of you to help us."

"Sir, rescue parties and medics will be here any moment. Please organise your uninjured people to assist them. We'll do everything within our power to aid you." Kirk reassured.

The eyes of the leader were filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered.

Kirk flipped his communicator open. "Kirk to Enterprise. Where are the rescue teams?"

"Ready to beam down now, sir," Scott replied, "but Mr D'Amato reports that there's been a landslip at the township's water reservoir."

The geologist's voice cut in. "Captain, the dam is about to burst. The water will cascade down the mountain so rapidly that it'll flood the town."

Kirk felt the cold sweat of fear break out all over his body. "We can't let these people die." He turned to the Vulcan; if there was a solution, Spock would find it. "Spock, there must be something we can do to stop it. We can't beam all these people to the ship!"

He was exhausted, bruised, dirty; his head ached with the nightmare of these long, tragic minutes, the broken bodies and terror of the victims of this disaster wreaking havoc with his emotions. But he would never give up. He would not abandon these innocent people.

"Captain, the deflector screens can be utilised to create a force field sufficient to contain the water until it can be redirected and the dam repaired," Spock said.

"Right, Spock!" Kirk exclaimed. Trust his Vulcan genius to find an answer.

He watched with admiration as his friend gave precise instructions to Mr. Scott on how to accomplish such a feat. What would I do without his presence, his vast knowledge, and his strength in circumstances such as this? he wondered as Spock tersely gave commands. He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his face and was about to give further assistance to the Halkans when he was distracted by the hum of the transporter effect. He sighed with relief as the familiar figures of Sulu and McCoy began to form amidst the group. Now they could really get down to helping the victims of this disaster. He and Spock were only two. It would need the full ship's complement, and more, to be of any real assistance.

His ears began to buzz as the familiar, ticklish sensations and sonics of the transporter enveloped him. He frowned in annoyance. "Spock, they've locked onto us!"

The Vulcan features were registering surprise, the mobile eyebrow rising in its familiar way. Kirk prepared to vent the full force of his disapproval on Scott. He was furious that the engineer would be so presumptuous as to beam them to the ship without permission, and his not inconsiderable temper was ready to explode as they materialised on the Enterprise.

He stepped forward. "Who gave you permission to bring us up, Mister?" he demanded, his eyes scanning the room for the Scotsman.

Laughter greeted his words, and a profound chill ran through his body as he recognised the so-familiar sound. He found the figure in the skimpy, gold bolero-style tunic; hazel eyes showing the triumph and wickedness seen in the worst nightmare of his life. This evil parody of himself whom he suspected had annihilated the Halkan race in his own universe, perhaps destroying them in another, had somehow plucked them out of their rightful place.

It was an automatic reaction that drew his gaze to meet his t'hy'la's. As always Spock was by his side, almost touching, sending unwavering support. Kirk relaxed slightly, smiled and gratefully accepted the warmth of Spock's strength. He turned to face the other, studying the man from head to toe. Identical in every way - same height and musculature - same face and voice - but there was a hardness in him that Kirk knew that he did not possess.

He tried to repress the shivers that threatened his composure, but they engulfed him as the full realisation struck that he was not dealing with his negative half which could be incorporated and controlled. The man was James T. Kirk in this evil empire, a complete personality and absolute master of his ship.

The heat of the Vulcan's arm brushed against his back, counteracting the fear with tendrils of calmness. He lifted his chin in a show of defiance as the parody of his own laughter rang in his ears, sickening him with its cruelty.

"I've got you both, and you'll pay dearly for what you've done to me," the harsh voice gloated.

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