v.
Jim paced the prince's quarters but the two Vulcans sat in silence, alternatively watching him and the other human who lay sprawled unconscious across the bunk. The counterpart's behaviour had shocked him deeply. The terror emanating from the man had been palpable even to a non-telepath. What distress it must have caused to the Vulcan who had subdued him. The prince's skin was ashen, his face severely drawn. His own Spock looked little better. Jim could not understand his counterpart's extreme reaction. Was the man that much different from himself? Jim knew that he would never have responded in such a manner.
Yet... His own fear of domination had been conquered relatively recently. Spock had been the one to finally lay those old fears to rest during their first training session in the gymnasium. The confidence and trust he had so naturally given Spock had completely shattered his phobia and, despite losing so many bouts to his friend, he had never been afraid again. If this Kirk had never been able to overcome similar fears then meeting the considerable force of Vulcan strength could have broken the facade of his dominant image, resulting in his panic in the transporter room.
Jim began to wonder if that deep-seated phobia was one of the reasons behind the irrational viciousness of the man. Now that the prince ruled here, what would Kirk do? Was it possible for him to submit, or would he have to be destroyed like a rabid animal?
"Jim." Spock's worried voice reached through his concentration. "Please sit down. Dr. McCoy has told you to rest."
With an apologetic smile Jim settled down on the couch, sinking against the plush velvet cushions that adorned it. "He's terrified," he said, looking over at the bearded Vulcan. "He's like a child, a lost, bewildered child."
The prince raised the inevitable eyebrow. "A child used to power, too much power."
"What will you do?" he asked.
There was no reply.
Weariness hit Jim in a sudden overwhelming wave and he groaned softly, lay down and closed his eyes. The effects of his previous visit here were still taking their toll and too much had happened since the return to this universe. As he began to unwind and relax, his head began to throb violently as reaction to his ordeal finally caught up with him. He wished that he could wake up, and find it had all been a nightmare. He longed to be back in his own cabin on the Enterprise.
A warm touch on his forehead eased away the pain. He smiled but could not lift his heavy eyelids. Thank you, he said silently.
You are welcome. The reply was all too human within an alien form of communication.
Jim chuckled. Mr. Spock, you are being contaminated by the illogical human beings you serve with.
It is most disturbing, Captain. I shall take measures to prevent the spread of the contamination.
Oh no you won't, Spock. I enjoy your little slips.
Really, Captain. I will not be insulted whilst involved in a mind-meld. The expected outraged reply came.
Forgive me, Mr. Spock, Jim answered happily, not the least contrite.
Humans! Spock replied, a touch of humour in his mind-voice.
Completely relaxed and impossibly drowsy, Jim drifted into welcome sleep.
vi.
Spock lifted his fingers from Jim's face and met his counterpart's gaze. He read envy, unhappiness and strain there; the feelings reverberating powerfully within their link. He glanced down at the peacefully, sleeping human then over at the other Kirk. The prince followed his gaze, his face softened slightly, then he rose from his chair and walked over to stand by the bed.
"He is so like your captain." The wistful tone in his voice was apparent. "Yet so different."
"What will you do?" Spock repeated Jim's earlier question, sympathy for this kindred spirit uppermost in his mind.
"I have not decided," the prince replied. "It will depend on his attitude when he awakens."
Spock studied him, only too aware of his fears of being forced to execute the human. He recalled the frantic struggle in the transporter room. It had been a painful sight to see, and a devastating experience for a telepath. All Kirk's emotions had blasted through the prince like a tornado, rocking his control. They had flashed through the link into his own mind with a force which had caused him to physically recoil. It had been extremely difficult to prevent the backlash from reaching his t'hy'la but somehow he had managed it.
Like Jim he had deduced the reason for such a display. He wondered if his counterpart was aware of it and carefully approached the subject. "Jim is correct. He is deeply afraid."
The prince faced him, his hooded eyes intent. "There is no humanity left within him. It was burned out years ago. What he has done to Jim and to you is unforgivable."
"Jim forgives him." Spock rose to his feet, banishing his exhaustion with difficulty as he tried to formulate the words needed to comfort the other. "I believe he understands him. One of Jim's deepest fears is of losing command. For years he was insecure. His masculinity threatened by those stronger than he. An attempted assault on him when still a boy.. "
"Yes, the other interrupted. "My sources discovered a similar incident here. Sexual abuse is rife at the Academy. When Gary Mitchell was assigned to the Enterprise as second officer, Kirk made certain that his death was not a pleasant one."
A strange sympathy for the Kirk of this universe enveloped Spock. In their own reality, Mitchell's drunken assault during academy days had been averted, but the memory had haunted Jim for years. It had been instrumental in his determination to become the leader in all things - the strongest he could possibly be - yet a profound, underlying fear of being dominated by another had lived below the confident exterior of the starship captain. It was a source of pride to Spock that, even after 'dying' at his hands on Vulcan, his friend had never felt any fear of him.
"Yet he trusted you," Spock ventured.
"Yes." The other Vulcan's voice was hoarse.
Spock sought to ease his counterpart's distress.. "There is a theory in my universe which I now accept as possible." The prince's eyes met his own, interest replacing the pain in their depths. "In any universe there are certain constants; preordained events must happen, particular people are drawn together. It is - of course - a theory formulated by Terrans. No Vulcan would normally consider such a ridiculous idea, yet I believe it has some validity." He reached out to touch the other's arm. "Can you imagine multiple universes, each with a starship Enterprise, each with their Kirk and Spock fated to be together.
The prince's confusion was openly reflected in his deep-set eyes. "You are being unscientific," he criticised.
"Perhaps, but as you well know, rigid scientific thinking is limiting. The mind must be open to other possibilities. The Vulcan teachers of my youth despaired of my human leaps of intuition, treating them as faults in my reasoning. When I formulated my theories and proved them, they began to accept me and nurture my abilities. The science academy requested that I join their research staff in order to increase my knowledge and - I suspect - their prestige. My father was honoured that his half-breed son was finally to be accepted in the highest academic circles."
He recalled Sarek's pride that day. He had never felt such emotion from his father before and had revelled in it. Yet the thought of spending his youth in the rarefied atmosphere of the Academy had horrified the boy who desperately wanted to travel to the stars. "The stimulation of working with humans has been rewarding. I accept that the discoveries of many of their geniuses have surpassed advances gained by the logical thinking of Vulcans."
Spock watched his alternate struggle with the ideas he had voiced. "I am convinced that Jim and I are destined to be together. I was only half a person before he entered my life. At the beginning, I struggled in vain against the bond of friendship forming between us. It occurred spontaneously without my knowledge or consent. The ancient bond of t'hy'la is revered by the Vulcan people as the true meeting of compatible minds, the rarest of all relationships. After hours of meditation I realised the illogic of not accepting its presence."
His fingers gripped the other's tense, corded arm. "The bond exists between you and your captain but it is distorted. You must teach him to trust again. Jim told you to be captain of this Enterprise. His instincts are never wrong. He sensed that you could not be the one to follow. You must convince Kirk to accept your leadership."
"He will not accept it," the prince denied. "Would your captain follow your command?"
"Yes," Spock said. "He would do that for me." The tense muscles under his hand trembled slightly, and Spock sensed the increase in the other's unease and confusion. "You have much to assimilate."
The counterpart reached out to touch his mind, seeking the comfort that only the meld could give a Vulcan. A prince is always alone. I wish my life could be as fulfilling as yours but it is impossible.
The powerful prince of two Empires needed his understanding and support. Spock selflessly gave of himself and their two minds melded harmoniously in fraternal rapport.
vii.
His first awareness was of an ache at the join of neck and shoulder. Absently, he lifted his hand to soothe the soreness away, but it persisted and he knew that there must be bruising there. Silence lay over him like a heavy blanket. Where was he? Could he be on the ship?
He struggled to open his eyes, but his lashes seemed glued down and would not obey him. Weariness encompassed his mind and body, and it was difficult to remember any recent events. However, Starfleet training automatically took over and his numbed senses began to respond.
A familiar odour tickled his nostrils. It took several moments for its source to register as the exotic, alien scent from the coals of a Vulcan firepot. The memory of that desperate struggle against unyielding strength returned and his breath came in sharp gasps. He was in the Vulcan's quarters! He could feel the softness of the bed underneath him... What had that Vulcan animal done to him?
Old memories surfaced and he savagely repressed them. No man would ever cause him such humiliation. No man would abuse him again. He's a Vulcan, an alien, far stronger than you. He could do exactly what he wants with you. Maybe he already has, the relentless whisper in his mind taunted him.
He calmed himself and checked the condition of his body. He was still fully clothed and felt no pain except that caused by the nerve-pinch. He shuddered with relief, and relaxed a little. Through half-closed lashes he saw the two Vulcans standing nearby, their attention not on him but caught up with one another in a mind-meld. Cautiously, he sat up, looked through the room-divider and glimpsed his counterpart lying on the couch in an exhausted sleep.
A sly grin formed on his lips; he would never have a better chance. With a touch of luck, perhaps he could make his escape. Carefully easing himself from the bed, he stood and crept by the motionless Vulcans. Once free, it would be possible to regain command of his ship, and there would be no time wasted in torture, this time he would kill...
Just a few more steps and he would be away from the power of the alien who had betrayed him. Take it slowly - one step at a time - yes - reach my cabin - use the Tantalus Field - no mercy - no games - this time I'll get rid of them all - kill them.
An iron grip caught his wrist in a painful hold. Terror swept him and he punched out but was restrained from behind by another pair of steely hands. He knew he was finished but that knowledge did not stop his struggles to escape and he lashed out with his feet.
"Do I have to tie you up?" a harsh voice demanded.
He controlled his fear and stared up, in defiance, at his betrayer. "So you got the 'non-violent' scientist to do your dirty work for you now," he taunted. "Don't have the guts for it yourself?"
"Silence. You will listen to me."
The tone was full of dominance and Kirk drew on all of his willpower. He would not be afraid.
He would not!
Another figure appeared in his line of vision. His capture had disturbed the sleeper. He sneered as the counterpart drew near. "Not so pretty now are you?" he goaded as he eyed the bruised face.
"I'm not as ugly as you are," the captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise retorted.
"Kirk, you will pay attention to my words," Spock ordered. "You will choose your fate."
"Oh... I have a choice? How generous of you." he jeered. The grip on his body tightened. He could feel the other-Spock behind him and broke out in a cold sweat.
Spock ignored his words. "I am now in command of the Enterprise. You also will have the opportunity to join me." He gestured to the other Vulcan and Kirkwas released.
He could not control his sigh of relief, and stepped back a few paces. He laughed. What kind of crazy notion did the first officer have? Command? Spock had always sworn that he did not want command. Feeling strangely hurt, Kirk stared at him in reproach. "Join you!" he exclaimed.
Spock drew himself up to his full height. "I have claimed this ship."
Kirk's mouth hung open with astonishment at Spock's next revelation. It took him several moments to find his voice. "What! You a royal prince! Don't make me laugh! A prince serving on a starship!"
"I am a scientist. I wished to study the galaxy and the best opportunity was on a starship. I was protected." The bearded face lightened. "You killed all my operatives but you were unaware that McCoy is my servant. I did not know that Uhura had been assigned to the Enterprise as a safeguard in an emergency. She and McCoy rescued me."
A blinding rage built up in Kirk, a pounding, head-splitting tide of fury which made the blood burn in his veins. Uhura - his woman - had used him. McCoy, his C.M.O. whom he trusted, had betrayed him. Spock - not just any Vulcan scientist. This man he had imprisoned, whose operatives he had murdered, was a member of the ruling families. The ground seemed to heave under his feet as his whole world came apart. Everything he had built, all he had gained was at an end. A stark future beckoned. The face of the bearded Vulcan wavered and blurred as Kirk assimilated the information he had been given. A clean, quick death would be too good for him now. He would spend the rest of his life in the worst prison of the Empires; a living hell.
"Kirk." The deep voice demanded his attention. "I do not seek revenge for the deaths of my people. I will be show you mercy on one condition."
The room slowly came into focus once again and he stared up at the Vulcan with confusion. The words made no sense, there had to be a catch in them. He had tortured and killed. Why would Spock be merciful?
"I am in command and will remain so. You will swear allegiance to me," the Vulcan continued. "You will decide now."
Uncontrollable laughter welled up within Kirk as those words penetrated his fogged mind. "Swear allegiance to you! Why you friggin' half-breed, you'll never command me. You haven't the guts to run a starship. You don't belong here, you pointy-eared Vulcan bastard. You should be in a circus with the other freaks."
His laughter escaped him in whooping spasms, painfully constricting his breathing. Spock command him! No-one ruled him. No-one. With all the vindictiveness he could muster, he dredged up every sordid insult he had ever learned and aimed every one of them at the silent figure before him. He revelled in his viciousness, somehow knowing that his taunts were being effective.
The menace in the Vulcan's stance was obvious moments before a sudden blaze of fury shot from the alien eyes. Kirk knew that he now looked death in the face and he stumbled back in dread. All the violence of the warrior shone from those fiery depths as the blast of the Vulcan's psionic-bolt hit Kirk's mind like a streak of lightning. Pain burned along his every nerve, and he whimpered as Spock advanced upon him, hand raised in deadly readiness to destroy him in that ancient form of execution - Tal Shaya.
For a split second he stared into the enraged gaze of his executioner and, with one last act of courage he stood perfectly still, head slanted to one side, presenting his vulnerable neck for the killing blow. Execute me. It is fitting that I die by your hand, he pleaded, not knowing why or how he was saying or doing this.
Faintly, he heard voices but paid them no heed. He awaited his death almost eagerly now. He deserved to die. He wanted to die. There was no future left for him anymore. He had destroyed it. There was no reason to live now. His ship, the one light of his life, had been taken from him. Without her there was nothing left.
Seconds stretched into minutes. He still lived and breathed. Wonderingly, he concentrated on his surroundings again and discovered the reason. Spock was being held back by the others.
"Easy," the human soothed, his hand stroking the prince's tensely bunched shoulder muscles.
The alternate-Vulcan's eyes were closed, his strength trapping Spock's arms within his own. Too mesmerised to move, Kirk watched as they eventually released their grips and stood back, both watching Spock as he tried to straighten.
The Vulcan's movements were painfully stiff. Kirk shivered as he saw the effort expended to stand upright, the deathly pallor on the angular face. Trembling that the human was unable to control, along with the stinging aftershocks of the telepathic bolt and his reprieve from certain death registered on his exhausted and shocked mind. Spock turned to look at him and as he recoiled at the naked anguish on that usually impassive face, something inside him broke. A sharp pain sliced through him and with a soft cry he slid, clutching his head, to the ground.
Blind and deaf to all around him - lost in utter despair over emotions he was unable to understand, his life lying in ragged, bitter shards - Kirk did not hear the sound of the faint hissing of the cabin doors opening and closing.
viii.
Jim stared down at the slumped figure with sudden pity. Kirk's behaviour had been like a spiteful child's but that one final act of reckless courage, when he had given consent for his own death, had rung a chord deep within Jim's soul. It was what he would have done given the circumstances, preferring to be killed cleanly at Spock's hands rather than suffer the indignity of life in a penal colony. Or maybe it was simpler than that. If he had hurt Spock in such a callous manner, then to atone for such a sin he would have given that same permission.
He recalled the struggle with the enraged prince. It had taken all of his and Spock's energies to stop and bring him under a semblance of self-control. Inside that complex being a volcano raged, ready to erupt.
Jim reached out to steady his t'hy'la, who stood weaving on his feet, pale and shaken after the telepathic effort he had expended. The thin body trembled uncontrollably and Jim instinctively pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him in a tight, protective bear-hug. The Vulcan slowly relaxed as Jim sent waves of reassurance to him; warm thoughts of friendship and support which were grasped and absorbed by Spock like a man dying of thirst. The analogy was a close one for Spock had been drained by the fight to quench the prince's fury.
T'hy'la, I am with thee. Take what you need from me, he offered.
Spock's thoughts were incoherent but as his weary spirit revived, he found the strength to formulate his gratitude. Jim... t'hy'la... you have restored me. I thank thee.
As his friend stepped back a pace, Jim smiled but still held him, wanting to reassure himself of Spock's well-being. He studied the angular face, noting with satisfaction that the normal healthy greenish tinge was returning to the skin and the dark, brown eyes showed less strain.
"You must go after him," he said. "I'll keep an eye on this one."
Spock glanced at the man on the ground. "He is dangerous."
Jim shook his head. "No, he is beaten. Maybe I can talk to him now. It might be possible to salvage something from this mess. I'd like to attempt it."
Spock raised a sceptical eyebrow, then his face softened into a slight smile. "Always the optimist, Jim." His voice was warm and full of open affection.
Jim returned the smile. "Try to help your counterpart, Spock. Tell him I'm going to stay with Kirk. Maybe I can reason with him." He took a deep breath as he tried to shrug off the intense admiration emanating from his friend.
"Very well, Captain," Spock replied, "but please take care. He cannot be trusted."
"I will," Jim replied, releasing the Vulcan from his hold. "And you do the same. The prince is not like any Vulcan from our universe. Even I sensed that psi bolt he sent."
With his friend's departure, the only sound in the room was the ragged breathing of the distraught man on the floor. Jim considered his options and discovered only one. He had to reach the lonely, frightened man who cowered beneath the barbaric facade, now when Kirk was vulnerable.
He glanced around the room. It was much less Spartan than his own Vulcan's quarters. Similar red drapes decorated the walls, and a large pelt covered the bed. Alien artefacts adorned the shelves, a deep-piled crimson rug broke the uniformity of the deck-covering, and thick multi-coloured cushions lay scattered across the low, comfortable couch he had slept on.
His gaze lingered upon a tall decanter standing on the desk. He smiled a little. Was the prince such a sensualist that he even drank alcohol? He picked up the ornate, crystal container, opened it and sniffed at the contents. Saurian Brandy! Ideal for his purposes. He poured a measure of the strong drink into a glass, knelt beside the fallen man and held it out saying. "Drink this."
There was no response. Kirk's head was bent, his shoulders slumped, his hands supporting his weight as they pressed the ground. Jim placed the glass down. He would have to get the other's attention. But how? What did Kirk need at this, the lowest point in his entire life? What would he himself wish for? A rough shake, a hard slap or a gentle touch? The answer was obvious, but would this other feel the same way?
He caught hold of the bent shoulders. "Jamie, let me help." He deliberately used the pet name his brother had called him as a child, taking the chance that the Sam in this universe had been not unlike his own. The body under his hands stiffened. "You've had a nasty shock. Try and relax."
An inarticulate sound came from the other as he tried to escape the restraining hands, but Jim held tightly and after a few weak struggles, Kirk was still.
"Would you like a drink? It might help." There was no reply and he decided not to force the issue. Maybe if he just talked... "You think your world is at an end. You've done some terrible things and made a lot of enemies but if you can change, if you're willing to radically alter your thinking, if you're brave enough, perhaps you'll be able to make amends."
Kirk did not respond but Jim was aware of having his complete attention. It was a start. He gathered all of his wits and prepared to use the power of persuasion which had cajoled and charmed so many people from all over the galaxy. Surely this other version of himself should not be too difficult to influence. He did not allow his knowledge of his own ability to resist manipulation to stop his attempt.
"Spock is an honourable man. He served you faithfully for years. Think, Jamie. With his background he could have had his own command but he chose to stay with you. He used his influence to keep you safe. When I was in your place, he even chose to warn you of Starfleet's directive to kill you. Why did he do that?"
"He made sure that we were returned home. His exact words were 'I must have my captain back'. Why would he say that? I told him to be the captain of this Enterprise, to try and change the course of the Empire, but he didn't attempt to usurp your command. He asked you to join him. He wanted you with him, he needed your support. Think man. This Vulcan prince who has more wealth and power than you've ever dreamed about wanted your support"
"How did you behave, Jamie? Did you give him a chance? Did you listen to him? Did you ever consider the words of this Vulcan scientist who had loyally served you for years? You couldn't see past your own selfish anger and absurd sense of betrayal. You chose the easy way out - revenge. What kind of man are you anyway? How did you ever become a starship captain?"
Slowly, the other's head lifted and Jim gripped the muscled shoulder tighter. "You have intelligence. Why don't you use it? You must know that terror cannot be maintained forever. The Empires are doomed unless radical changes are made. Co-operation and trust are the only way forward. If people of vision start now, there might be a chance to salvage something."
Pain-filled hazel eyes met his. He knew that expression for he had seen it many times staring back at him in the mirror. Confusion, self-doubt and inadequacy plagued the other man.
"It's too late for me," the hoarse voice finally responded. "My life is over. I'm a dead man."
"No, Jamie, it's never too late." he tried to reassure.
"I've done too many shameful things. I've tortured you and your... " Kirk's voice suddenly faded, the expression in his eyes was haunted.
Now he was getting somewhere. The hard layers of the man had been breached by his brush with death at the prince's hands, his confidence eroded by the multiple shocks he had received. Jim took a deep breath. "Yes, you've committed horrific deeds. I can only forgive what you did to me and I do that unreservedly. However, I don't forgive what you did to my Spock and your own."
The astonishment emanating from the other was almost visible in its intensity. The man's skin was ashen and when Jim offered the brandy again it was accepted.
"You submitted to execution at his hands. Why?" Jim asked as he noted the relaxing effect of the drink on his tension-filled twin.
Kirk toyed with the now empty glass. "His right, I guess. After all, his family will have me tortured and killed."
"I think not," Jim replied. "Why won't you be truthful with yourself? You did it to make reparation to Spock, didn't you?"
Kirk flushed deeply. "I don't understand."
"You're a fool. All these years you've had a man at your side you could trust. Yet you've failed to recognise what more could be gained. Here was the friendship of a lifetime, if only you'd had the courage to accept it. All you needed to do was reach out. He was just as isolated and lonely as you. Even with your limited relationship you were able to become the best team in the fleet. Can you imagine what could have been accomplished if you'd both learned to really trust one another. He would have told you the secret of his birth, you would have been the friend and confidant of a royal prince."
"I couldn't trust him fully," Kirk murmured, his face burning now. He lowered his head. "I can't trust anyone except my uncle."
"Why not?" Jim asked. "Even here there must be some kind of trust between people. You weren't always like this. Marlena indicated that once you knew how to be gentle and loving."
Kirk chewed at his lower lip, drawing blood. "She's a woman, it's easier with a woman."
Jim frowned not understanding. "You loved her?"
"Yes, I guess I did in the beginning. She brought out all the protective instincts I thought were dead. I was able to talk to her, and she knew how to keep a secret. That's why I told her about the Tantalus Field; she used it to save my life several times. That's the reason I didn't discard her when things cooled between us. She remained the captain's woman, even though I sought my pleasures elsewhere." Kirk looked up. "Sometimes my sex drive is uncontrollable. I need the release, don't you?" he asked defensively.
"The urge can be difficult to control," Jim admitted. "But my crew are not my personal hunting ground. It's against my own code of honour and... regulations. I'm not completely ruled by my libido. My needs can be met on shore leave."
Jim studied the man beside him, instinctively understanding him only too well. Something tormented him. He had to find the cause; it might be the only way to save the other's life. He thought over the last few sentences convinced that the clue was there.
"What is it you're seeking?" he asked, "And why was it easier to trust Marlena?"
There was a long silence. Hazel eyes blazed in the strained face and his tone was bitter. "What were you like as a boy? Pretty? Yeah, real pretty, I bet. Surely even in your virtuous universe, your looks must have caused problems."
It clicked into place. "Mitchell," he murmured softly.
Kirk nodded, his face set into grim lines. "I got my revenge. He deserved everything that happened to him." The alternate pushed the unruly lock of hair away from his sweat covered forehead. "What did you do to him?" Disconcertingly familiar hazel eyes gazed curiously into his.
"It didn't happen. Gary listened to me," Jim said.
Kirk's eyes were unnaturally bright. "I was an easy target for any bully. I wanted to die. Finnegan was the worst. Until I learned to defend myself, I had to rely on Mitchell's protection. He was better than the others, kind to me if I did as he wanted, sometimes I even thought he cared." A bitter laugh escaped his throat. "I swore I'd be the toughest guy in the fleet, no one would ever force me again. One day I even brought Mitchell down and he never bothered me again. I never forgot though. When I became captain, I got him assigned to the Enterprise. I made him pay."
"I'm sorry." Jim reached out to clasp the broad shoulders. "I truly am. But you've allowed it to poison your life for too long. It's time to let it go."
"Let it go!" Kirk exclaimed. "Do you know what they still call me? 'James T Kirk', the prettiest captain in the fleet'. I can't overcome it; my appearance has plagued me all of my life."
"You don't exactly hide your assets, and you have to admit that the uniform flatters you," Jim said with a smile. "It does have some advantages.
The other's mouth twitched. "Maybe," he conceded.
Jim stood up, pulling at his counterpart's arm. "C'mon, let's go and sit down," he said, guiding him to sit on the couch. He poured out another glass of the potent liquor and handed it to his counterpart. He hesitated for a moment then decided that he too needed a drop of brandy to assist him in the coming ordeal. Whether he would be successful in his attempts to persuade Kirk to heal the breach with Spock was another matter. He was not even sure if it was possible to repair the damage.
He settled down next to the slouched figure. "I understand. I used to get teased - and worse -about my looks. Women and men have always chased me, but you learn to take control in those situations. It's all about having confidence in yourself. I've become an expert at all types of martial arts. Spock has taught me Vulcan techniques that can fell an opponent twice my strength."
"Spock did!" Kirk exclaimed.
"Yes," Jim replied, deeply saddened that this man should have suffered so. The measure of a world's barbarism was the way the young and old were treated. Obviously students at Starfleet Academy were not protected; a sad indication of the injustices rife in this universe. At his own Academy, the applicants were the very cream of the crop. That did not mean there were no bullies but there was rarely any serious criminal behaviour. If it occurred, it was quickly rooted out.
Kirk finished his drink. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised after what I've seen. He stands beside you like a personal guard."
"He's very protective," Jim said.
"You're very lucky," the other replied, looking down into his empty glass.
"Yes, I know," Jim replied, "but like you I used to fear men stronger than me. Yet, even from the very beginning, I was never afraid of Spock, In the gymnasium, he would hold me totally helpless in front of what seemed like half the crew. There was no way I'd be able to budge him and it didn't bother me one little bit! I didn't know him but I trusted him implicitly. There is something about him which inspires that trust."
He watched the other's expressive eyes, and knew he had hit on the main reason for Kirk's terror when subdued both in the transporter room and here in this very cabin. "Even in this universe, Spock would not take advantage of your lesser strength. That's what you're afraid of, isn't it? You can best any human male, but you can't take him on. Do you think a Vulcan lusts after you, Jamie? Is that why you won't get too close to him? Has he given you any indication that he wants you?"
Kirk's hands were shaking as he placed the glass down. "No," he replied, leaning back against the couch. "My head hurts!" he murmured, closing his eyes.
"Even if he did, he'd never force you. You've got to learn to trust him," Jim insisted. "Your own actions have forced him to assume command. Go to him and ask forgiveness. Swear allegiance to him. If you have any chance at all now, it will be by his side as his subordinate."
"I can't," Kirk whispered fearfully. "He'll have power over me. He could make me a slave. Royalty have always owned slaves."
"You forget he's now a rebel," Jim said. "He'll try to alter the situation in the Empire. If anyone can do it, he will."
"He can still enslave me," Kirk argued, his eyes now wide with terror. I n exasperation Jim ran his fingers through his hair, and rubbed at his temple in an attempt to ease his own increasingly painful headache. What was he to do with these ingrained fears? Was he facing an impossible task? Would the prince even accept the allegiance of this man? Were Kirk's fears justified in this universe? Vulcans were so different here!
Jim did not know what to think. He knew so little about the two Empires. Yet, he had become acquainted with the prince. Had not that Vulcan helped him through the torture of the Agony Booth? Had he not been supportive and encouraging during the time of imprisonment? And most important of all - his Spock trusted him.
Yet there was a menacing aspect to the prince which was only too evident.
He watched the shaken man beside him, sympathy for the other's plight almost choking him. How could he reassure Kirk, when he didn't know the answers to the many questions running through his own mind?
He tentatively slipped an arm around the trembling body. "He might make you a slave, but he would never abuse you. He's a man of integrity and if you're sincere, he'll be merciful."
The other's distress transmitted itself to him through the touch. "I don't know what to do. I'm alone, totally alone."
"No," Jim soothed, "not alone. I'm here, closer than a brother, Jamie. You are me and I am you. I understand what you're feeling. Let it go." He pulled the unresisting, muscled body to him, knowing exactly where to massage the tense muscles of back and neck. "You are not alone."
The pent-up pain of many years erupted violently. Kirk gasped as the torrent of tears overcame him. Jim stroked the shaking back and murmuring reassurances as if to a child. When was the last time someone cared enough to hold him like this? Jim wondered. Has he ever known the love I have?
His patience was rewarded when the other's arms gripped him in a crushing hold. He smiled at that acceptance and continued to offer comfort as the wracking sobs quietened into sporadic gasps and a soft heartbroken weeping.
He looked up as the door opened, but relaxed as he saw Spock enter the room. The Vulcan looked at the two of them with the most startled expression Jim had ever seen on that angular face. He nodded at his friend and smiled, trying to reassure him that all was well. Spock returned the gesture and the smile, much to Jim's delight, then quietly left the cabin again.
Jim returned his attention to Kirk, noting with relief that the other man had been totally oblivious to the interruption. He sighed and waited for the tears to stop.
"I don't know if I can change." The whisper was so faint that Jim barely heard it. "I don't know if I'm strong enough.
"You have great strength," Jim said, holding the tear-stained face between his hands. He looked into eyes enormous, in their misery, against the darkened skin of the hollows beneath. "You must change," he said firmly. "Your only hope lies with Spock. He has seen the bond of friendship between me and my Vulcan. Give yourself the chance. You'll never regret it, Jamie. Go to him. Show your trust in him. Throw yourself on his mercy. Accept him as your leader."
Kirk slowly sat up. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffed loudly. He swallowed and his eyes took on a faraway look for a time. Jim waited until the other's attention returned to him. Nothing was certain where this man was concerned but there was cause - at least - for hope.
"Would you accept another commanding you and your ship?" Kirk finally asked.
"I'd accept Spock's command," Jim replied honestly.
"Why?"
"Because I respect and admire him above all others."
Kirk considered that for a few moments, his too-bright eyes intently scrutinising Jim's face. "Very well. If he'll accept it, I'll give him my oath of loyalty."
A wave of satisfaction spread through Jim at those words. "Good," he said, impulsively hugging the other. He released him and stood up. "As soon as you're ready."
Kirk chewed at his lip again but with a determined effort, he rose to his feet and faced his counterpart. "You'll stay by me?" he asked in a pleading tone.
"Sure, I will," Jim replied.
Kirk nervously tugged at his sash. "I don't know if I can find the courage... "
"You can and you will," Jim said determinedly. "Jim Kirk has many faults, but he is not a coward in any universe."
A slight smile touched the edges of the other's mouth and encouraged by that small sign, Jim returned the gesture. He gasped with pain as his split lip opened yet again. He warily ran his tongue over it.
"I... I'm sorry for what I did to you," Kirk murmured, his voice shaky.
Jim looked at him in surprise and smiled. "Come on, let's go try and sort this mess out."
"I wanna ask you. I don't know what he did to me there. The pain.... It still hurts."
"He's a strong telepath. I've seen my Spock do some amazing things. I think he was so angry that he blasted you with some kind of psionic bolt."
Kirk paled further, but with a nod, he braced himself and followed Jim from the room.
ix.
The new commander of the I.S.S. Enterprise sat in the captain's quarters, his mind occupied with complex equations in an effort to prevent his thoughts from dwelling on the recent events. Uhura had the conn and was supervising the repairs to the communications network. Scott was immersed in Engineering, trying to increase their diminished warp capabilities and Lt. Moreau, now released from the brig, had been promoted to executive officer. Along with McCoy, these three humans were the only ones he could fully trust as yet. But if he had to use his Vulcan abilities to verify the allegiance of the remainder of the crew, he would not hesitate despite the strain on his stamina.
He forced himself to concentrate on the formulae necessary for the counterparts' safe return, yet one level of his brain still tormented him with every detail of the endless moment when he had almost killed his former captain. He had wanted to break that defenceless neck and hear it snap. He had been seized with a blood-lust so powerful that if the others had not stopped him... He tried to banish the images from his thoughts. The ship was on its way to the Halkan system. Spock was determined to return the two men to their home. Exact calculations would have to be done once within proximity of the barrier but he needed to keep his mind occupied and this was the only matter complex enough to do so.
Anything to stop the waking nightmare of how close he had come to killing the human.
The strident sound of the buzzer intruded. He sensed a familiar presence and wondered if his twin wished to discuss matters again. There was no point to be gained by it so why did such a logical being persist? With a weary sigh he consigned the equations to a sub-level of his brain, to continue at a slower pace, before activating the door's opening mechanism.
His pleasant greeting faded as he saw who accompanied Spock. Jim walked in, head held high, every inch the starship captain but the other shambled in, shoulders slumped and fear set in every line of his body.
His initial anger at the sight of Kirk dissolved to be replaced with eager anticipation. What had happened since he had been prevented from killing his former captain?
Jim stayed close by his twin as if trying to show solidarity. The other-Spock stood at his captain's shoulder, his eyes filled with an intense admiration which slid through the link the Vulcans shared. Well, a man like Jim is one in a million. He can achieve the impossible. He caught his breath. Has he already done so?
Remembering to breathe only when the fiery ache in his chest reminded him, the prince found his voice. "Why is he here?"
The other-Vulcan raised an eyebrow, his expression giving nothing away but his almost-excited thoughts swept through the link. It can work out. Jim has won over an enemy once more.
Indeed! the prince exclaimed, his own eyebrow rising.
The captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise turned his attention from his shaken double and looked over, his eyes bright with encouragement. "Your former commander wishes to speak with you, Prince of Vulcan. Will you grant him this privilege?"
Jim's formality alerted him as to how he should deal with the situation, so he rose to his feet, straightened his shoulders, folded his arms across his chest, and assumed an arrogant air of royal command. "Approach me, Kirk," he ordered imperiously.
He watched as the slouched figure gave a start and took a hesitant step forward. Jim reached out to squeeze his alternate's arm. Spock could not control his surprise when Kirk grabbed the shoulder of the man he had so cruelly tortured and pleaded with him to leave. Jim's compassion clearly showed on his face, and his voice was reassuring as he murmured, "Remember what I told you. Don't be afraid."
An illogical hope sprung full-blown into the prince's mind. Was there a chance for them? He remembered his twin's words. The bond of friendship is there between you and your captain. You must make him understand. You must teach him to trust again. Jim's intuition is never wrong. You must convince Kirk to accept your leadership.
He stared into the encouraging eyes of his other-self. How can I do this? he pleaded.
Jim has paved the way for you. Be the prince. Demand Kirk's homage. He only understands strength, yet he yearns for the warmth of friendship. He fears you, but is vulnerable now to the bond which still exists between you. This may be your only chance.
Spock nodded his understanding and remained still, watching as Jim coaxed the other to stay. Slowly the terrified man loosened his hold, exchanged a long look with Jim, and then stood back.
"I will not order you again, Kirk.Approach me now or you will be taken to the brig to await punishment." the prince commanded.
Kirk clenched his fists by his sides, determination returning to his shaken body. Slowly he walked over, stopped a few paces away and clasping his hands behind him in military fashion, stood still, eyes fixed upon the silky, blue material at Spock's shoulder. His tension and the rigid control were easily visible in the tightness of his mouth and the fast beating pulse in his neck.
"You may speak," the prince lowered his shields to sample the emanations from the human's mind.
Intense loneliness. Fear mixed with shock and pain. A vulnerability never apparent before. A need for forgiveness. A sharp longing for a return to some kind of friendship between them. Horror at having been one second away from death. A pitiful dependence on Jim: the only being who understood him and had given him comfort. Feeling himself spiral down into the man's myriad feelings, he promptly raised his shields again.
"I would give you my pledge of allegiance." The human's hoarse whisper was almost unintelligible.
Spock determined to make certain that this change of heart was genuine. If it meant being ruthless then so be it. He restrained his burst of delight at the possibility that Jim had worked a miracle and stared down at the bent head. "Get out," he snapped.
His former captain flinched but did not retreat. "I... ask that you listen to me."
"Why should I listen to you?. You are just trying to save your own worthless hide."
"No, I have wronged you. I wish to make amends."
"You - make amends!" Spock scoffed. "Impossible."
"No, not impossible," the human pleaded in a harsh rasping whisper. His body was as taut as a bowstring as he denied the Vulcan's words. He slowly looked up...
Spock could not utter a sound as those expressive, pain-filled eyes caught his. The old Terran saying returned to him. 'The eyes are the mirror of the soul'. This man was no longer the power-hungry aggressor. His armour had been stripped away leaving him naked and it took all of Spock's will to continue with his plan. There must be no doubt left for either of them.
"You will swear loyalty to me?" he mocked.
"Yes," Kirk said.
"You lie."
"No, I swear I do not lie," the human murmured, his eyes now swimming with unshed tears.
"You expect me to believe you?"
Kirk's gaze did not waver. "I don't expect anything, but I wish that the past could be changed. I'd give anything for my life to have been different. If only we could have known what they have."
Spock clamped down on his raging emotions and glared at the human. "I will listen to your oath of fealty. It should be most interesting to hear."
"Yes," A sudden hope flared in the hazel eyes.
"You will serve me in any capacity I require," Spock added.
"I will," the human immediately responded.
Spock eased the death-grip on his arms. "I may reduce you in rank to ensign."
Kirk blinked, chewed at his lip, but nodded slightly. "If it be your wish."
"Then again, I may take your rights as a Starfleet officer away and make you my personal servant." The prince watched him very carefully. "I may even require that you be my slave."
Kirk flushed, his lip quivered and he bit it drawing blood. His eyes pleaded with silent eloquence, the fear shooting from them stabbing even through Spock's tightly drawn telepathic shields. Pity surged through the prince as he saw Kirk force acceptance of even that indignity.
"I will accept any terms you require. I only wish to be allowed to serve you. Please... give me the chance." To Spock's amazement, the moisture in the human's eyes spilled over. "Don't you see, I've hit rock-bottom. Jim has made me see clearly for the first time in years, and I don't like myself one little bit. I have nothing left now." Like a small child he wiped the tears away with the back of his hand. "No self-respect, no friend, no power, no ship, no... " He looked up and he was so like Jim, it was uncanny. "I didn't know what I had. I only realised how much I depended on you when Jim took you from me. I was a fool. I should have listened to you but... but I went crazy with jealousy." He bent his head as his colour deepened.
The prince stared over him to the two watchers. Jim smiled encouragingly. Spock's lips twitched in a slight smile and he nodded with approval. Drawing in a deep breath, the Vulcan lowered his barriers and absorbed his former captain's emotions. Kirk was truly at his lowest ebb; the regret and shame sweeping the human's senses were intense. The hope for forgiveness was uppermost, the loneliness like a throbbing wound that would not heal, the pain from that psionic bolt underlying it all.
He listened with all his senses attuned to the man in front of him. He heard only sincerity yet knew that there had to be a further test before he could relent - and he did want to relent. But he had to assert his own will over Kirk. "I will hear your oath of allegiance," he said with all the hauteur of his royal upbringing. He held out his hand, unsure if the human would have the ability to humble himself as was required.
Kirk slowly met his gaze, and to Vulcan-keen senses there was a touch of pride still warring with the new-found humility. After a long, heart-stopping moment, the human bowed over the outstretched hand and recited the ancient oath of fealty.
"I, James T Kirk do swear loyalty to you, my lord and prince. I am your liegeman and will serve you faithfully until death should release me."
Satisfaction settled over the Vulcan as he heard the other's vow. "I accept your oath," he said.
His fingers were clasped in a clammy hand and Kirk pressed his lips to Spock's palm in submission. The prince smiled as he felt that yielding, but he had to test the human's sincerity further. He placed his other hand on the tensed, muscular shoulder and pushed hard, forcing him to his knees.
"I will touch your thoughts," he demanded as he felt the flare of resistance. "Submit to me or all is lost."
The human's dismay was apparent but it gradually eased to be replaced with an open willingness. Well pleased, the prince released Kirk's shoulder and raised his hand to rest on the wide forehead. The human lifted his chin, stared up at him with acceptance in his eyes and waited. Spock touched the telepathic contact points, prepared for rejection, however Kirk knelt in silence, only his quickened breathing betraying his apprehension.
Admiration for the bravery shown in the face of such ultimate surrender drew a response the Vulcan had never experienced. The mind-probe he had always before used with clinical detachment became a gentle, comforting balm to soothe the aching scars of the man who now opened his mind to him with childlike trust. The cabin, the watchers, the ship disappeared as two minds merged in the natural melding of t'hy'la.
xi.
Spock could not shield against the churning emotions emitting from his counterpart. He experienced all of the prince's wonder at the human's acceptance, his joy in knowing that his former captain was being totally honest at last. All of Kirk's years of bitterness had been swept away by the traumatic events, leaving a broken shell of a man. Jim's compassion and understanding had caused the birth of a new being - one who might now realise his full potential.
Spock faced his captain. "They will succeed, Jim, and owe their new life to you."
"I was only the catalyst." His embarrassment showed in the lop-sided grin and the light flush on his skin.
"You are too modest, Jim," Spock teased.
"I'm jealous though!" Jim exclaimed, staring at him expectantly.
"Jealous?" Spock questioned. "I do not understand." Even after years of serving with this man, Spock was often confused by his illogical comments.
"Well, they're communicating cosily, mind to mind, and we're coldly using normal speech!"
Spock was startled by his friend's words. "Jim," he began patiently, "telepathic contact is an invasion of privacy. Humans do not like such... "
"Spock," Jim interrupted, "maybe most humans find it intrusive, but I'm your t'hy'la - I'm comfortable with it. If not for your telepathic support here, the agony would have been unbearable. You know that."
Spock recalled the times they had called on their link whilst in this universe. It had been a boon and a comfort to them both. Yet during his youth it had been instilled in him that another's mind was sacrosanct and not to be violated. He - a telepath of exceptional talent - had been taught to be particularly wary of any lapse and it was difficult to relax his training enough to accept his friend's open welcoming mind. Perhaps one day he would be confident enough to be assured of his own ability not to swamp the captain's untrained human brain. Until then, it was necessary to use restraint and limit the contact between them.
He lowered his eyes, uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny of his t'hy'la. There was a touch on his arm and he looked up, relief spreading through him as he saw the understanding on Jim's face. "I apologise," he began.
Jim shook his head. "It's okay."
Spock sighed inwardly. Jim had never pressurised him, accepting all of his reticence. He had changed Spock's solitary existence, causing him to respond to his overtures of friendship in a manner that the Vulcan had not believed possible for him. Yet Jim had always allowed him to be himself, delighting in his differences; perhaps that was the reason he showed more of his inner feelings to Jim than to anyone else he had ever known.
"That's quite a sight," Jim commented, indicating the tableau before them. "Let's leave them to it. They've years of catching up to do."
Spock studied the two absorbed in the closest communion known amongst sentient beings and was unable to contain a minute smile. He almost envied their ease with one another. The prince, unhampered by the strict rules governing Spock, freely shared thoughts with the human, and was eagerly soaked in by the starved mind of one who had believed everything lost to him. It was a fascinating and moving sight.
He almost jumped at the light touch on his arm. "Very well, Captain," he replied to the questioning gaze upon him and followed his friend from the room.
xii.
He floated in indescribable warmth. He felt euphoric and more relaxed than he had ever been in his life until a cold draught impinged on his consciousness and he shivered, searching for the source of the warmth, trying to burrow into it.
Kirk, the voice called.
Was that Spock? It sounded like him!
Concentrate. I am withdrawing from your mind. Do not attempt to hinder me.
Memory filtered back and with it the realisation of his whereabouts. On the return of bodily sensation, he became uncomfortably aware of his submissive position. He licked his dry lips and sighed as the Vulcan's fingers left the contact points. Something had happened during the meld; it had changed until it had become a sharing of each other which had left him awed. He had sensed things within the Vulcan's mind that reassured and warmed him. A true forgiveness and, despite all of his past behaviour, even a liking for him.
He forced his heavy eyes open, looked up and locked gazes with the prince. The Vulcan appeared no different, but Kirk knew that the relationship between them had definitely improved. He did not yet comprehend exactly what had occurred in the meld, but he would not rest until he found out. Until he was surer of the situation, he would have to tread very carefully.
"You may rise," the prince said.
He obeyed, never taking his eyes from the Vulcan's face. He was about to speak then thought better of it; perhaps he should wait for permission. He almost laughed aloud at the unbelievable thought. Wait for permission to speak! Yet he dared not cross him, until he knew that he could do so without putting his head in a noose.
He schooled himself to be patient and distracted himself by thinking about his twin. How did Jim know about my childhood name?. Of course! He must have been called Jamie too. Kirk had placed his faith in a man who understood him totally and he would continue to take Jim's advice concerning the prince. There was a lot for him to learn but it would not be difficult now to accept the Vulcan's leadership, or show any obeisance required of him. Why it didn't bother him anymore, he could not begin to answer.
The prince watched him closely. "I will not allow any disobedience. You will follow my commands to the letter. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my prince," Kirk replied.
The slanted eyebrow rose. "Very good. You will remain captain of the Enterprise but subject to my orders."
A flush of pleasure shot down his spine. He was not to be completely relieved of command after all. "I... I'm grateful," he stammered.
"If you displease me, you will be reduced in rank," Spock threatened. A smile hovered at the edges of his mouth. "I may still decide to make you a slave."
Chills replaced the pleasure. He bowed his head and forced an answer past his lips. "You hold my life in your hands. I must submit to your wishes."
The prince smiled. "Humility does not suit you, however I am pleased that you are willing to attempt it."
Suddenly he was overcome with a real desire to follow the prince in his quest for change. He must convince him of his wish to serve him, but was not sure exactly how to go about it. He had to speak with Jim.
He clasped his hands behind him. "Even a man such as I can learn new ways." He met the piercing, dark eyes. "Including humility."
The prince's stare softened and the lines of his face seemed to settle into an almost-smile. "Then there might be hope for you."
Kirk had thought himself all cried out, but hot tears suddenly flooded his eyes despite his attempts to control them. A warm hand pressed his shoulder. "We have been reborn - you and I," the Vulcan said softly. "It was fated. A mystery which cannot be understood, only accepted."
The prince's features wavered as, exhausted and deeply shaken by the traumatic events of the day, Kirk felt a buzz in his ears increase in loudness until it deafened him. As darkness rose to enfold him in its sable depth, he tumbled into oblivion.
xiii.
During the days it took for the Enterprise to reach Halka, the four men spent most of their time together. The change in Kirk was dramatic. After sixteen hours sleep he had woken refreshed and alert. Gone was the hard conniving tyrant. In his place was a man more at peace with himself, relaxed, amusing and full of enthusiasm. A man much more like his counterpart from the other universe.
"The 'Kirk Charm'," Spock confided to the prince. "He is learning how to wield it."
The bearded Vulcan conceded to Spock's greater experience in the matter. "Indeed if he continues to develop this disturbing attribute, I will find myself under his command again!"
The atmosphere on the ship became noticeably different. Once the prince had explained his plans to the crew, the majority vowed to follow him on his quest and the malcontents were placed in protective custody. The sight of their former tyrannical commander supporting the rebellion was the greatest shock of all to the confused crew. But they accepted it wholeheartedly when Kirk publicly knelt and swore fealty to the prince and his cause.
***
The unpredictability of the shifting energy patterns of the barrier had rendered any computer analysis useless, and the complex formulae had to be created by the mathematical skills of the two Vulcan/human geniuses. The Vulcans monitored the sensor data from the transporter room console, then using telepathic teamwork verified their earlier computations. Privately both were dismayed at the low probability of a successful return, but did not voice their fears to the humans.
That did not stop both humans from knowing anyway.
"If this doesn't work, how will you be able to live here?" Kirk asked.
Jim smiled encouragingly. "It'll work. I have faith in Spock. Both of him."
Kirk laughed. "Yeah, they make an unusual sight. As do we."
" Two of them - and us - are too much for any universe," Jim commented. "Anyway, we must return home to our Enterprise." He sighed as he recalled the feel of her smooth bulkheads, the constant reassuring hum of her warp engines, and the scent of her all around him.
"I've lost my Enterprise," Kirk said morosely.
Jim could understand the other man's pain. "You've not lost her. She's still yours. You've sworn to serve your prince now and his concerns are yours. He'll need you to run the ship for him. Instead of obeying Starfleet, it'll be his orders you'll be taking now. Infinitely preferable, I would think."
Kirk nodded, his eyes turning once again to the Vulcans.
"Five minutes," Spock said, catching his captain's eye.
"I hope so," Jim responded with an encouraging grin.
"The window should remain open for a minimum of two solar minutes, but it is impossible to be entirely certain," Spock reported, his unhappiness only too obvious to the perceptive humans.
"Spock," Jim soothed, "even a Vulcan cannot predict the unpredictable."
"Indeed," both Vulcans replied in unison.
"We must say goodbye. " Jim turned to his counterpart. "I'm glad our presence here has helped you both."
Kirk swallowed. "You've changed my life." He hesitated, clearly attempting to control his emotions. "How can I ever make up for all the wrongs I've done?" His wide, hazel eyes were anguished. "I never felt guilty before. How do I live with it?"
Jim grasped the bare upper arms. "I have no easy solutions for you, Jamie. All I can say is that in committing yourself to a better way, you'll find contentment in the knowledge that the future peace of this galaxy will be the direct result of your decision to join forces with the Spock. With your support, he'll have the strength to succeed."
"He's a prince. He doesn't need me... " the other protested.
"He may be a prince but he needs his t'hy'la," Jim said with a smile.
"His what?" Kirk was puzzled by the unfamiliar word. "I don't... " His voice was abruptly silenced as he was pulled into a hug. A flush spread across his face but did not deter him from returning the embrace.
Jim laughed softly. Let him find out the meaning of that word, and the power of the relationship it described, for himself. "Good luck," he said, drawing away as the pressure around his body intensified. He stretched his shoulders back and flinched a little, commenting, "I sometimes forget my own strength too."
Kirk grinned and stepped back as the two Vulcans approached.
Jim bowed to the prince. "I wish you every success in your endeavour. If anyone can 'summon the future', you can." He raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. "I thank you for the help you have given us here. Live long and prosper, Lord Prince."
Spock returned the salute. "Peace and long life, Captain of the Enterprise. I thank you for showing me and my... " The Vulcan paused, glanced at his former commanding officer and raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to Jim, "my t'hy'la, the way forward."
"I am honoured," Jim replied. He walked to the dais then watched as his Spock gravely saluted the counterparts and spoke the ritual words of farewell.
The prince touched his fingertips to Spock's and for a moment they exchanged a telepathic message. Spock drew back, bowed slightly then, with a final glance to the silent Kirk, he turned and strode towards his captain.
The bearded Vulcan prepared the transporter controls.
"The window is stabilising," Kirk called from the sensor console.
Jim faced his friend. "We're going home, Spock. Home at last." Emotion surged through him now the moment of return had arrived. But would they make the journey safely? They could be permanently stranded in this universe, or their atoms destroyed by the fluctuations of the energy barrier. Neither were pleasant prospects.
I am with thee, t'hy'la, Spock said as the tingle of the transporter effect began.
Home. The word reverberated in their link as the familiar disorientation took control. Home... home... home... home... home...