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Slavery, Rites and Ceremonies	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 3065 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

Plotting a Course
            It took a while before the starship was able to set course for Vulcan; they had several stops that couldn’t be delayed. In that time, the young woman, Yanira had surpassed Mr. Spock’s expectations of her education. She branched out from his program he had designed for her, and dove directly into the ships history and technical banks. She was like a sponge, soaking up knowledge and information where ever it came from. It was as though she was starving to know as much as there was to know about anything there was.
            Her education had been limited to one purpose and one purpose only. To serve as a companion to a single man, Spock. Seeing to his every need, whenever one arose. Obviously those educators in the Celass colony decided there was no reason for her mind to be cluttered up by other things to distract her from her main function as a consort and concubine.
            Spock was pleased with her progress as her individuality started to emerge, and he was able to converse with her almost as easily as he spoke to Dr. McCoy or the Captain.
            Yet there was still strong unrest as the baby’s development rate had not slowed down. Doctor McCoy’s main concern was for Yanira. Since nothing like this had ever happened before on his books at least and in Spock’s experience, he had no idea if the young woman’s body would be able to adjust as quickly as it needed to. Resulting in danger or injury to both of them. At first he thought perhaps it was because Yanira, like Spock was only half Vulcan. However, Spock disproved his idea when his mother had carried him the full Vulcan gestation even though she herself was Human. He monitored her closely, and it would be at least 7-12 days before they would reach Vulcan.
            Everything seemed to be going well, and Yanira seemed to have become quite the student and very emotionally stable again accepting her situation. Until one day, a call came over the intercom.
            “Captain.” The doctor said.
            “Kirk here.” He acknowledged.
            “We have a problem. Our Vulcan guest seems to have gone missing.” McCoy said.
            “What do you mean missing? According to Mr. Spock she’s been spending most of her time studying on the computers in the lab. Have you checked to see if she was there?” He asked.
            “Spock is standing right here with me, Jim. We’ve already run three sweeps of the ship. She is gone.” Logs indicate that one person exited the ship, when we passed the last planet.”
            Kirk narrowed his eyes at that news. “That’s impossible . . . how could she beam down to a planet while we’re in warp? It would have scattered her all over the galaxy. Not to mention use the transporter without anyone’s knowledge or the bridge being alerted?”
            “It seems, that she managed to find a way, Jim." McCoy responded.
            “I’ll be down in a moment.” He said shaking his head and flipping the intercom switch.

Searches
            Captain Kirk sighed as he looked at the main view screen. They had been in orbit around this planet for over three weeks now. Star Fleet granted the request of the Vulcan council to allow them time to find the young woman before being pulled off the search.
            “Anything?” Kirk asked looking over at Spock.
            The Vulcan looked at the Captain and shook his head. “No. It is difficult trying to find one person on a planet with a population of over 100 Billion inhabitants. Mostly humanoid in origin.” He reported.
            The Captain ran his hand over his face, “I still don’t understand why she would leave like this. Was insubordination and willful disobedience part of your lesson plan, Mr. Spock?”
            “No Captain. She has always shown remarkable obedience. Something must have drove her away . . . making her feel unsafe perhaps.” He said, “Or perhaps called her away.” He speculated.
            “Do you think someone could have gotten into her head and told her to do this?” He asked. “A telepathy of some kind? You said yourself that she had been reconditioned for weeks physically without knowledge of everything they did to her.”
            “We still do not know who collaborated to recondition her and send her to me in the first place. It is still quite possible.” Spock had obviously been thinking on this for quite some time.
            “Well, now that she’s a ward of Vulcan we can’t leave her here.” Kirk said with a frustrated sigh. Spock looked at him a moment, and Kirk furthered his statement, “And of course she’s going to have your baby.” He added.
            “I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused, Captain. However, there is a bright side to our predicament. Daily shore leave for the crew has definitely improved morale among the ship.” Spock suggested.
            Kirk rolled his eyes, just annoyed they were still stuck here. “A leave which you haven’t yet to take.” The Captain pointed out.
            “Nor have you, Captain.” He answered.
            “I think maybe it’s time you both did.” McCoy stepped in, having come on the bridge and neither of the men noticed. “The two of you cooped up here is getting on more the just your nerves. Crewmen come back in good moods and you manage to squish it right out of them within moments of their return. So, my medical advice is for the three of us to head down to the surface tonight and get some R and R. A fresh start tomorrow with clear heads and we might find something we didn’t think of before.”

A Surface Visit
            “Kind of an out of the way place you found here, Bones.” Kirk pointed out as they walked through the city.
            “I’m told it’s worth it. I’ve heard great reviews from the crew coming back from their shore leaves.” McCoy said with a smile. “Of course, those individuals got themselves bounced out on their ear and that’s how I got those rave reviews, but I would think senior officers would know to be better behaved.
            “Frankly doctor, I cannot see what the fascination is.” Spock said with a sigh, wanting to get back to his search protocols. “Watching scantily dressed women prance about for the lustful and lecherous minds of the uncivilized and basic carnal instincts of males for the sake of money.”
            McCoy stopped for a moment looking at Spock, “That’s because, you’re a pointy-eared hob-goblin, with green blood and no appreciation for the finer things in life.”
            Kirk could see this was about to get less then friendly and he quickly headed it off by indicating they should just go inside and sit down.
            The three men found a table not far from the stage, and sat down. Spock took out his scanner and started to work on his project again. McCoy reached over and made him put it away. “Would you at least attempt to be sociable?” He said.
            Then, music started to play and the light went dark shining on the stage. As soon as the doctor’s attention was turned away, Spock picked up his equipment and started to work again.
            A young woman came out on stage wearing a strangely conservative outfit. The music started slow, and she moved about the stage removing small pieces of her outfit. Then, when the music became more lively, the entire outfit came off and she moved seductively around the stage in barely a few stitches to cover the most vital parts of her young body. She crawled on the stage, rolling over raising her legs in the air. Then moved to a pole that was fitted at the end of the runway. She was incredibly masterful and controlled in her movements. It was obvious she was extremely strong, with the slow graceful way she could move.
            As she was so scantily clad, it took a moment for the Captain and the doctor to actually look at her face. When they did, the shock of her identity made it difficult for either of them to look away.
            “Spock . . .” McCoy said. He didn’t respond right away but then Captain Kirk also began to try capturing his attention. The doctor put his hand on the Vulcan’s arm as he finally looked up and the two men pointed at the stage, and with a sigh the Vulcan looked at what had captured their fascination.
            However, when he saw it was Yanira, she had his full attention. For a few more moments, she continued her seduction of the entire room, moving her body in ways that captured every eye, every imagination, even that of the few females in the complex.
            When the music stopped, the young woman’s dance came to an end. The crowd roared and cheered as coins filled the stage like they were raining from the sky. The lights turned out for a moment, and she had disappeared like she was never there when they came back on.
            Captain Kirk and Bones sat frozen in place their jaws were decidedly earth bound at what they had just witnessed. Spock however, had a very different expression on his face. “Good God Spock . . .” Kirk said still in awe, “I had no idea she was so . . .”
            “Agile.” Bones said finishing Kirk’s thought.
            “Where did she learn all of that?? Just what kind of education did you give her?” Captain Kirk said finally able to turn his eyes away from the stage and look at his first officer.
            Spock’s face was dark a with hard and cross expression, indicating to those who knew him that a large amount of anger was being held back. “She had been raised with such training when she arrived on the Enterprise.” He replied, the cold dark look remaining, “Something that had been meant for my eyes alone.”
            Captain Kirk and Bones looked at each other, almost feeling the rage that was boiling inside of the Vulcan. Spock stood heading for the stage door, and the two men quickly got to their feet following after him.
            The three men searched back stage stunned to find the extent of the security there was. Far too heavily guarded for a simple club like this, there had to be more going on than simple entertainment. They had to make their way through several groups of large armed men. Which, luckily as angry as Spock was, were no contest.
            Finally, they came to a room with two guards. Well armed, and there seemed to be a worn star on the door. Almost meant as a crude joke to the person who was being held prisoner behind the door.
            The guards were once again, nothing more than flies to the enraged Vulcan. But it was the door itself that was an issue. It would take a few moments to get it open without a proper key, if they could get into it at all. Yet, a sound like someone’s voice speaking caught Kirk’s attention, he followed it down the wall a short way. He found a place in the wall that seemed to have been damaged with some sort of weapon or brawl but not yet repaired.
            “Spock!” he whispered quickly indicating he should come and see. Inside were two people, one was a large burly man they did not recognize, and Yanira. Yet it was hardly what one would expect to see behind the door of someone who was considered the star of the show.
            Yanira did not look well in any way, and had bruises that could be seen now that most of her make-up had come off. Around her neck was a large, heavy, looking steel collar that was far too tight, attached to a heavier chain only a few feet long. Another cuff was fitted around her ankle that was similar to the one around her neck.
            “You’ve certainly outdone yourself tonight! You’ve set a whole new record for yourself to break. You are making me a rich man.” He said greedily looking over some numbers.
            “You promised me, if I gave you no trouble, you would help me find a way to change my appearance into a proper Vulcan.” She said swaying slightly. “I haven’t made another attempt to escape you.”
            “Ha! As if you could escape if you tried.” Reaching out he shoved her so hard she slammed against the wall. “You are bringing in the customers by the droves!! I’m not going to ruin that pretty face of yours by letting you stick a pair of over-sized pointed ears on it!” He said.
            Yanira seemed barely able to stay on her feet as it was, but that Vulcan pride somehow kept her standing upright. “Is your word worth nothing?” She said in a soft tired voice. Suddenly, the large man spun about and backhanded her so hard; she smashed into the wall again and fell to the floor.
            “You’ll keep that mouth of yours shut. Nothing kills business like a female who talks too much.” He spat as stood over her. Yanira was just barely conscience, even if she wished to speak back at this point, she was unable to. “You got another show tonight. Be ready for it. Get up and fix your face.” He said with disgust before turning and leaving the room by another door.
            Kirk looked at Spock, “Why would she want to change her appearance? She’s beautiful how she is.” He whispered.
            “Prejudice can drive people to do such things Captain.” Then Spock took a step back before punching a hole through the weakened part of the wall.
            Quickly all three men hurried into the small room, Bones instantly went to Yanira. Examining her as well as possible without equipment. “She’s in bad shape; we’d better get her back to the ship immediately. She could have internal bleeding.”
            “Not to mention we’d better get out of here before that gorilla comes back finding his guards out of commission.” The Captain said knowing that smashing through that wall must have made some noise and would be quickly noticed. “Use your phaser to break the locks.” The Captain said keeping watch. Spock moved closer and set his weapon to the narrowest beam and used it to cut through the lock on her neck and the other on her ankle.
            “Let’s get the hell out of here.” Bones started to pick her up, but Spock stopped him and took her instead. They all made their way out of the complex before calling for the ship to beam them aboard directly to the sick bay.

Explanations
            “How is she doctor?” Spock asked standing on the opposite side of the medical table.
            “There is some internal damage. I’ve been able to repair the majority of it. Stopped the bleeding, and gave her a sedative to help her rest. She was extremely upset, almost delirious and I think I know the cause aside from extreme exhaustion and stress.” Bones said making a note of it on his logging board.
            “The baby.” Spock said, his face still holding an expression as cold as ice.
            Bones put the board down and picked up a scanner. He made an adjustment before reaching over Yanira moving her shirt up to uncover her abdomen. Holding the scanner close to her body, it caused what looked like glowing lines or cuts just beneath her skin. “The medical equipment that was used on her was substandard at best, or it was simply a rushed job. It healed the surface wounds but not the internal ones under the outer layer of tissue those are having to heal on their own.” Bones explained. He turned the scanner off, and sighed in frustration of it all. “It wasn’t a miscarriage, the child was ripped from her body, Spock. I’m sorry.”
            A silent moment passed by, before Spock spoke again, “Do you think it was of her choosing, her decision.” At this point, he couldn’t even turn his eyes to look at her.
            Bones put his scanner aside and picked up a syringe when she started to writhe a bit, and injected the young woman with another dose of sedative. “I don’t think so, there are a million less drastic procedures then this, far simpler, much less painful less dangerous. Evidence shows now that she was pulled from the ship. She didn’t transport freely like we originally surmised.” Reaching over, he picked up a small object with a pair of twisters. “This was lodged in the back of her skull. Right between her spinal cord and her brain stem. I have a feeling that it is to blame for her disappearance. I won’t know until I get an analysis of the damned thing.” The doctor put the small object back in the container it had been placed in handing it to the science officer. “I’m running a full scan of her body, inside and out from head to toe as we speak to make sure there won’t be any more little surprises popping up in the future.” He said. “It’s going to be a while before we can ask her directly. She needs a great deal of rest for her body to heal itself.”
            Spock just gave a stiff nod before turning and walking out of the sickbay without another word. Bones glanced towards him before going back to work and checking her vital signs.

Restlessness
            “Bones, how is the ‘Vulcan’ situation aboard the ship?” Captain Kirk asked.
            “Yanira is still in sickbay. I’ve confined her to bed and I’m keeping her under close observation. Spock has not returned to the sick bay to see her, or even asked how she’s doing. Yanira refuses to talk to me, and Spock apparently refuses to speak with or acknowledge her.”
            “Doesn’t he even want to know what happened?” Kirk asked.
            “Jim, at this point your guess is as good as mine. The Vulcan mind is not a puzzle I intend to attempt solving.” Bones said. “I’m a doctor, not the high school councilor.” It was obvious he had almost reached his limit with the both of them.
            Kirk thought for a moment before standing and leaving the room, calling to the bridge to find out where Spock was. “Mr. Spock is on the observation deck Captain.” The voice said giving him a direction.
            He found his first officer standing in front of the massive window looking at the stars, his arms crossed over his chest, deep in thought. The Captain clasped his hands behind his back, walking up next to him.
            “I would prefer it, if you do not say what you have come to say.” Spock said, “I have repeated several times of the sensitive and private nature of the situation between myself and Yanira.” He said irritated that so many people knew about any of this. But perhaps his anger wasn’t towards Bones or the Captain at all who had done everything to aid him.
            “You know I have to. As the Captain of the ship who’s day to day operations are being affected by all of this . . . but mostly as your friend.” Kirk said. “What is it Spock? Why won’t you speak to her?”
            Spock seemed, for a moment, as though he was going to be as stubborn and tight lipped as the young woman was. But then, it seemed he relented a bit in his stubbornness.
            “We are Vulcan’s, Captain. The exhibitionism that she displayed . . . is unspeakably crude, distasteful, and a complete disregard for common decency. Most troubling is that she broke her word to me. She’s disgraced herself, and the Vulcan’s who have taken her in as a ward of Vulcan.” He said his eyes never moving from the window.
            “Even if it wasn’t something she could control?” Captain Kirk said looking at him.
            “Marriage on Vulcan, unlike earth, is an incredibly sacred thing to the Vulcan’s, Captain and taken very seriously. For a female to put her person on display and show herself to anyone else besides her husband . . . has been punishable by death in the past.” He said.
            “Not to be the irritating cricket in your ear, Mr. Spock. But she’s not married to you yet. She wasn’t when she was taken off the ship. You saw her as we did; she was absolutely humiliated and beaten down being on stage like that in front of an audience. She was as expressionless as ever, but her eyes told volumes.” The Captain said.
            “You would be incorrect in your assumption, Captain.” Spock said. “We had begun the marriage rites already, before she disappeared. Even though it was not completed, she did belong to me.” He said.
            Kirk paused a moment, “Spock . . .” He began, “Your race lives an exceptionally long time. Much longer than humans. In your world, in your culture . . . is she not still basically a child? Children, even Vulcan children, will make mistakes and need to be guided.” Spock was silent. “16? She’s still a baby herself.”
            A long silence filled the space for quite some moments before Kirk patted Spock’s shoulder and turned and left him to think.

Conversations
            The door of the Sick Bay slid open and Spock stepped in. It was quiet, only nurse Chapel, Bones and the young woman who had been brought back to the ship were there. Bones walked towards Spock, almost hoping that he was here to try and find out what had happened from the young woman who had been deadly silent from the time she had awakened.
            “May I please have a few moments, doctor?” He requested. McCoy nodded and instantly called for the nurse to leave the sickbay with him.
            Waiting for them to be completely gone before looking towards the recovery room where she was sitting quietly, her back straight as could be, her hands folded in her lap staring straight ahead. A familiar and common form of meditation among Vulcan’s. Taking a breath he walked around the glass wall and stood at the doorway a moment clasping his hands behind his back.
            “Yanira.” He began, “I would like to speak with you.”
            The young woman took a deep breath, before standing from where she was seated. “You need not, sir.” She said. Spock instantly noticed that she had returned to speaking with him in an incredibly formal and impersonal way as she did when she first arrived “I have, contacted the Celass colony on Vulcan, apprised them of the situation, . . . . and they are even now preparing a replacement. A proper Vulcan woman better trained and more suited then myself.” She said keeping her eyes straight forward unable to even look at him.
            Spock couldn’t help but be amazed at her revelation. She must have done it in secret, since no one had heard her speak and she hadn’t left the sickbay. “Perhaps that would be the logical course of action to take, Yanira. I commend you for your appraisal of the situation.” He wasn’t sure what to say still struggling with the situation himself.
            A silent uneasy moment passed. The young woman was the first to break it. “Even though, I am not supposed to . . . not meant to say . . . or feel such a way . . .” Her eyes turned downcast, “But no words can express how truly sorry I am. For everything that has happened.”
            The Vulcan stood there for a moment, nodding at her apology, before taking control of the conversation. “When we found you on the planet, Yanira, It was overheard that you intended to alter your appearance. Change so you could appear as a full Vulcan. Replace your human features as though you had no human side.” He began, “Why?” He asked.
            “I’ve always been told how repulsive my deformities are. I had hoped that by correcting them, I would be better accepted once I returned home. Perhaps those in the Colony who knew me would forget the way I was before, and forgive some of my failings in the weeks I have been your companion.” She said softly. Her eyes remained downcast, “I apologize again, for being so weak to let vanity overtake me.”
            Spock shook his head, “It was not vanity that compelled you. Everyone, even those who have full Vulcan blood, have wished for something they did not have. That they feel could better themselves.” He walked closer to her, touching her chin to raise her face so he could see into her eyes, “But you are incorrect, as ‘they’ have been incorrect.”
            “I do not understand?” She said.
            “You are stunningly beautiful. You have not a single deformity that I can see, nor have seen.” Spock said seriously. “Even though jealousy is something that we have strived for ages to erase from our race, it has a tendency to rare its ugly head. Especially in a colony of young women . . . perhaps even in mated pairs as well.”
            She shook her head, “That is an illogical assumption, Sir. In a Colony of young women there were no males to impress, no mates to attract. It was simply, a place in which we were raised and trained.” She submitted. He smiled ever so slightly, clasping his hands behind his back recalling what Captain Kirk had said about her youth. She was quite naive in some things, and it was apparent to him that she had what would be considered a weakness among their people, kindness and sympathy. A very soft and compassionate heart that would blind her to certain things, at certain times until she was taught to see through more logical and more experienced eyes.
            “I will be contacting the Celass colony a second time.” He said, “There will be no need for a replacement.” Yanira’s eyes turned up looking at him open wide. “I am content with the young lady who is with me now and would never accept another in her place.”
            He took her by the hand, “It’s time you left this place, Yanira. There is no need for you to stay here any longer.” Spock said before he turned leading her from the sickbay and taking her back to his quarters.

Horror Stories
            Yanira’s hands were folded in her lap, as it was obvious she still felt quite ashamed over everything, and she was embarrassed making it difficult for her to recall the events.
            “When I woke it was in a strange room, not your quarters. There were white walls, and bright lights, and nothing around me that I could see. I attempted to sit up, but found it impossible to move, I was completely immobilized. I could feel tightness on my arms, and legs, and across my chest from the restraints.” She paused a moment, as it seemed she could remember every detail clearly as though it was happening to her now.
            “Go on.” Spock encouraged her. It might have been simpler to mind meld with her, but he had a feeling having her recount the events, might help her somewhat. Bones had noticed a psychological change as she spoke that caused him concern about future issues.
            “I felt sharp pain in my arms. That made the room distort and the few objects around me I could see blur. Almost as if time itself began to slow, only if I closed my eyes and listened I could hear them talking, I could feel another deep pain here . . .” She said wrapping her hands over her abdomen, her eyes closed as she remembered. “A sharp sting, that grew and did not lessen . . . like some beast was ripping into my body with its claws and I was unable to move, to stop it.”
            “You mentioned you heard them talking.” Spock said, “Could you understand them, what they said?” He wanted to try and take her mind away from the surgery that was no doubt the removal of their child from her.
            “Yes.” She said keeping her eyes closed, “They called me the ‘half breed’, and the ‘subject of study’, and a few other terms I do not wish to say but I have heard them before. As I imagine you have as well.” She said to Spock as her eyes turned downward a moment before she continued. Closing her eyes she tried to recall more “I heard them say . . . that the result of their experiment was a success and that they received what they had wanted from it.” She recounted. Another silent moment passed as she touched her fingers to her temple a slight headache from how hard and how deep she was digging into her memory. “There was concern, about what to do with ‘the half breed’. They did not wish to kill it. They thought perhaps they might need it in the future. Yet they could not keep it, nor send it back to the Star Fleet ship. Another suggested it be sold for whatever profit there was to be made. Compensation for their trouble” Her eyes opened slowly, “Then everything went black, and there was nothing more.”
            Things were starting to form now, to make sense and fill in the missing pieces that got her to the place they had found her. “When you awoke . . . were you still in the same room?” The Captain asked to continue her speaking to them.
            “No.” She said, “It was dark and cold, but my limbs were free. The restraints had been replaced shackles. It was then that I found had been sold into captivity. To the man who insisted that I dance on his stage.” She said her head and eyes turned completely away from Spock unable to look at him. The mere thought of what she had done, the hundreds of eyes that had looked upon her body as she moved seductively across the platform. Spock had a hard time recalling her actions as well, and his own eyes had to turn away a moment.
            Yet, it couldn’t be stopped here, they need more information whatever there was to know. “Please continue.” Spock said.
            Taking a breath, she gathered up her strength and closed her eyes again. “At first, he was charming, showered me with compliments, acted as though he was sympathetic with my situation and promised that he would set me free when some time had passed that those who had sold me to him would forget about me. It was as though he could see inside my mind and swore he would see to the procedures that would change my appearance. Make me look more Vulcan, change that about me which no one approved of.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, it was making it more and more difficult to speak, “His kindness and patience soon disappeared when I would not obey his wish to perform on stage. I refused, I attacked him when he came near me, when he . . .” She stopped as an uncomfortable silence filled the space. The Captain and the Doctor looked at each other and at Spock. “Again I demonstrated my lack of obedience to his requests and it was then he decided I needed behavior modification. So he could control me.”
            “Control you?” Spock said, “How did he accomplish this?”
            “A variety ways that it seemed he had many years of practice in. Punishment in the form of severe beatings, chemicals that made me weak and ill unable to fight back, but it seemed as though he particularly enjoyed humiliation of others.” She said tears starting to fill her eyes as she squeezed them even tighter shut as Yanira turned herself away from Spock completely not wanting him to see the emotion she couldn’t contain as she remembered what had happened. Within the three weeks she had been gone, she’d lived a nightmare. “They kept me chained, not unaware of Vulcan strength, nor of my own apparent tendency for violence when I was approached.”
            Spock was having a difficult time himself, keeping the rage that had boiled up in his green blood filled veins once more as they did when he saw her down on the planet surface. Yet, his stoic expression remained, as the rest of the story was recounted to them as had been requested. Yanira’s defiance to those whom she did not take vows to, resulted in beatings and punishments that could have killed her in a very short time had she not received medical attention when she did.
            He decided that it was enough. Yanira had sufficiently answered their questions and didn’t need to say anymore, nor speak of it again if she did not wish too. Instead, he stood from where he had been and offered her his hand. “Come.” He said, “You need rest.”
            A moment passed before she reached up and placed her hand in his, going with him.

Ceremonies
            Dr. McCoy and Captain Kirk looked at each other before looking back at Spock, “Okay, thank you for insure things on this ship couldn’t get much stranger, Mr. Spock.” The Captain said after Spock explained what it was he wished.
            “It is a very simple request, Captain. As the Commander of a Starfleet Ship it is in your power to do so.” He said. “Since we are both half human, I think it would be sufficient until we return to Vulcan.”
            “You want me, too . . . marry, the two of you . . . yourself and Yanira in a human ceremony.” Kirk repeated still a bit confused that Spock would want anything human in any capacity. “Has she agreed to this?” He asked.
            “Yes Captain. I have not yet succeeded in convincing her to make her own choices without my approval or making the final decision for her.” He explained. “It would not disrupt the ships activities, and if Dr. McCoy would agree to witness, then the four of us should be sufficient to perform the ceremony in your office.”
            “Researched this a bit, have you Spock?” Bones said. “I’ll witness it, if this isn’t something she’s being forced into. She has to be a willing participant or I’ll have nothing to do with it.” Bones warned.
            “Of course doctor.” Spock agreed. The two men still looked a little unsure of the proposal. “Gentleman . . . we cannot complete the Vulcan ceremony without and elder on Vulcan overseeing our taking the final vows. However, I believe a human ceremony will give her peace so that she may return to strive in understanding her Vulcan and human heritage. She is still torn plagued with fears that cause distractions in her meditation about what her future is to be, or should be.”
            “Well . . . .” Captain Kirk began, “This is of course your choice . . . and as your friend, I am compelled to grant it.” He thought a moment, “I would be honored to perform the ceremony Mr. Spock.”
            “Thank you Captain. We will prepare immediately, and return in an hour.” He said before turning and leaving.
            Kirk and McCoy looked at each other, “Did what just happen, happen?” Dr. McCoy asked.
            “Yeah, I think I can safely say . . . it did.” Captain Kirk said then sighed, “Well . . . then I suppose we should get ready is well. I better brush up a bit on the ceremony myself. Two Vulcan’s are going to know more about it than I ever will.”
            An hour later, Spock and Yanira returned as promised. All three men were in their dress uniforms, and Yanira, a white dress that was a Vulcan style gown. Of course they had read it was the traditional color a bride would wear.
            Kirk stood in front of his desk, and Bones standing to the left. “Alright,” Kirk began, “Mr. Spock, would you take Yanira’s hand.” He asked.
            Spock held out his hand, and Yanira covered it with her own as they looked at the Captain. It wasn’t quite what he meant, but he supposed it would do. He began the ceremony, and all the way through, the two Vulcan’s knew their words perfectly, saving Kirk from having to remember them. There was not an issue until the end of the ceremony, when he pronounced them married, and said that Spock could kiss his bride.
            “Sir, it is preferred not make a public display of affection.” He said.
            “Spock, this is the traditional way in the human marriage ceremony you would . . . seal the deal, so to speak.” Bones said, “No one is going to think less of either of you, and besides it is just Jim and myself.”
            “I requested that, the ‘seal of the deal’ . . .” she said trying to repeat the Doctor’s terminology, “Would not take place in public.” Kirk and Bones looked at each other, a moment not sure what to say, “Please Captain.” She said sincerely.
            He could see in her eyes that all it would do was humiliate her, humiliate them both to show affection in public, especially after everything she and Spock had been through and had to put behind them now. Besides, how could anyone refuse her when they saw into those eyes? “Of course.” He said understandingly.
            She bowed her head in appreciation, before turning and leaving the chambers. Spock remained a moment, thanking them both.
            “Spock, . . .” Kirk said starting to say something, but not sure what to say.
            “Yes Captain?” The Vulcan waited patiently.
            It seemed as though the Captain had no idea what to say and so he simply smiled, “Congratulations.” And waved him on.

Silence in the Dark
            Once again, Spock and Yanira were alone in his quarters, kneeling on the floor opposite each other, speaking with one another.
            “You have strived all of your life to control and subdue the human side of you.” Yanira said, “Why would you agree to a human wedding ceremony?” She asked.
            “I have noticed, that your human side, is somewhat stronger than mine. No matter how much you attempt to control it, it seems to overpower your Vulcan sensibilities in the end.” He answered.
            “I do not understand?” She said not knowing how that answered the question she had asked.
            He paused a moment, trying to think of a way to rephrase his words, “Your human traits, outweigh those of your Vulcan ancestry. Having been raised on Vulcan was more difficult for you because of this. Your emotions are stronger, your appearance is more human, and you were subjected to harsh and rigorous training to try and submerge your human tendencies.” He explained. “You did not have the advantage of parents, only those who were not family looked after you. Your sisters were many, but not one friend among them. I wish for you to know and understand that I do not intend to expose you to such treatment because of your ancestry. You need not be ashamed of who you are. It is Illogical.”
            “How can you not hate me, and find me repulsive.” She asked in a soft voice, her eyes turning downcast. “How can you not despise everything about me, each time you look at me . . . when you have disapproved of your own human side and struggled against it throughout your life?” Yanira said almost in a whisper.
            “Reasons, I neither know of or understand.” He said honestly. “But what I do know, without doubt is that you are unique. Not just because you are half human and half Vulcan, but because you are you.”
            Slowly, he reached up and touched her face, placing his fingers on her chin, cheek and temple. A moment passed, before Yanira did the same. They closed their eyes and began a mutual mind meld. Usually, it wouldn’t cause pain but this time was an exception.
            When he touched her mind, and they began exploring each other’s thoughts and feelings, he discovered that there was another hidden aspect to, Yanira. A newly acquired and raging hate and anger that she had buried deep inside of her mind. When the memory of her captivity as a slave was touched, her hand clinched tight against his face. The image she was seeing was not that of Spock, but of her captor that had abused her so. “I will not let you take me back.” She said as she pressed her hand harder against his face.
            Spock quickly used every defense he could to keep her from mentally attacking him and trying to make her see him as Spock, her husband and not her enemy. But the pain was unbelievable she was forcing him to relive the horrors she felt when she had been abducted. He could feel blunt blows to his face and all over his body, and then a worse pain like someone was slicing him across his abdomen where she had been cut open. It was then clear to him, that she had been awake for the entire procedure and was given nothing to dull the pain. Yanira felt everything, from beginning to end.
            Then, Spock’s hand clinched down on her face as he began to speak to her mind, struggling against her outrage and anger. Trying to put some kind of sense and control back into her that had been somewhat lost during these treacherous times she had endured. Luckily, he had years more experience with this then she did and he finally managed to overpower her.
            Instead of the dark, dank memories she suffered from, he showed her a new image. One of his memories of beautiful meadow like planet, with blue skies, and two moons when the large sun did not shine from an away mission he had been sent on and never forgotten. He could feel her start to relax, and the child like wonder she should have had at this time in her life seemed to return.
            The images she saw were very real to them, as though they were standing there on that planet together. There were large trees that shaded the area making it a pleasant and peaceful place. A nearby lake sparkled with clear water like diamonds with the bright light from the moons, and the flowers that grew here and there gave off a lovely scent. It was the most beautiful place he could remember seeing from all of his years of travel from planet to planet. It was something that she needed to see, to feel. And he wrapped her in a feeling of security and safety, so that here in this place she could feel at ease, and not have to be strangled by the memory of the horrors she had suffered.
            When the mind meld came to an end, they lowered their hands and looked into each other’s eyes. “Thank you.” She said softly with a small smile, tears had formed in the corner of her eyes but she refused to let them fall.
            Spock reached out and took her hand in his, before running his fingers gently along her jaw line with the other. She closed her eyes, just feeling his touch against her skin. A moment passed before she covered his hand with hers, and turned her face into his palm feeling the warmth of his touch.
            Then, they leaned towards each other and kissed ever so gently, at first. Then the kiss deepened even more, as Spock wrapped his arms around the young woman and pulled her body against his.

Giggles
            Spock came into the officer mess hall and got his food from the replicator. Turning he saw Bones and the Captain sitting at a table. He walked over and stood next to them, “May I join you?”
            “Of course, Mr. Spock.” Kirk said. Spock put his tray down noticing that Bones had been trying to suppress a laugh. Perhaps it was at his expense but with Dr. McCoy, that wasn’t unusual. He started to eat, only to notice that both men seemed to be grinning at him.
            “Gentlemen.” He said looking between the two of them, “Is there something funny that I am unaware of?” He asked.
            Bones was the one most anxious to answer, “Well, there were several worried reports that came into security last night.” He said. “They were concerned for the well being of their neighbors. Apparently there was some ruckus in their quarters and they didn’t know if the inhabitants were alright.”
            “Bones.” Kirk said still smiling, but deciding he’d played with the Vulcan long enough.
            Spock looked between the two of them, “Were the quarters checked to see if anything unusual had happened?” He asked.
            “No, Mr. Spock,” Kirk began, “I didn’t think that the interruption of your honeymoon would be welcomed.” He said indicating that the reports were from the rooms on either side of his quarters. Both men seemed to laugh a bit, trying to stifle it. It seemed they were thinking with the minds of adolescent school boys.
            Spock sighed, putting down his fork. “I had no idea Vulcan’s were so incredibly active physically.” The Vulcan was obviously not amused at any of this.
            “Nor are they as you imagine.” He said. “No doubt the noises that were heard were when Yanira attempted to kill me.” Said with hardly an expression or tone of concern. With that, he picked up his tray and walked out.
            The Captain and the Doctor looked at each other speechless.

Logically
            In the darkness, Spock lay over Yanira in his bed, his arms wrapped around her tightly. They starred into each other’s eyes, as their bodies moved together. Spock thrusting deep inside her with hard swift movements, and she adjusting as needed. It all seemed very stiff, very matter of fact, but there was volumes of emotions being exchanged between them in their eyes.
            When finished, Spock rolled off to the side of her and quickly drifted off to sleep. Yanira, listening to his breath until she was certain he was asleep, slipped from the bed and made her way into the bathroom closing the door. Looking into the mirror a moment, she sighed before reaching behind a frame and taking out a small device. Taking a breath, she held it to her arm and injected herself with the contents of the vile. She leaned against the wall for a moment, as it made her slightly dizzy the first minute or two.
            Once she felt better, she looked into the mirror again, almost unable to look at herself this time. Then she turned and replaced the device where she had taken it from. Leaning over the sink and washing her face, she dried it and fixed her hair back into its proper place.
            She turned back towards the door, and straightened her nightgown, before pressing the door to open. However, when it did, she found Spock standing before her. He didn’t say anything, just simply looked at her. It startled her slightly, but she straightened her back holding her head high and walked passed him, returning to bed. Her silence seemed to say volumes, and he arched a brow pausing a moment before turning himself and returning to bed.

Analyze
            Bones was researching some specimens that were brought to him; when the sick bay doors opened Spock came in catching the doctor’s attention. “Hello Mr. Spock.” He said turning off his microscope. “I didn’t expect to see you until the briefing this afternoon.
            “I was wondering if you could tell me what this device is used for, Doctor. I am unfamiliar with it.” He said handing the device to the doctor. “Perhaps an analysis if you have no knowledge of it.”
            Bones looked at it a moment, arching a brow. “Of course, but . . . why me?” He asked, “Usually you would research this kind of thing yourself.” He said suspiciously.
            “The only place I would be able to make such research attempts, would be occupied.” He said simply.
            Bones still thought it strange, but gave a nod and turned looking over the vile. Mr. Spock started to leave, but the doctor instantly called him back, “No analysis needed.” Bones said. He turned back towards Spock and held up the vile, “This is a form of birth control. If this whole thing was used at once, as strong as it is, . . . there’s a slight chance that it could render the user sterile. I imagine it feels somewhat like pouring pure acid into ones veins and it’s extremely painful.” He said honestly, looking it over. “Where the devil did you come by this? It’s been outlawed for almost two decades.”
            Spock was quiet for a moment, “Thank you doctor” then he turned and left the sick bay without another word.

Confrontations
            That night, after Spock and Yanira lay together, once again Spock rolled from her body and closed his eyes to rest. She waited, listening intently for the change of his breath indicating he was asleep. Then, she slipped from the bed, and made her way to the bathroom as had become her routine.
            However, when she reached into the small hiding place to find the device, she found it missing. She started to search for it, wondering if it could have fallen from place and rolled somewhere. Turning she slid her hands under the edges near the floor on her knees, almost panicked that she couldn’t find it. When she turned again, she found the door of the bathroom had opened, two feet before her eyes. Slowly, she stood and found that Spock was holding what she had been searching for in his hand.
            “Can I assume that this is what you were searching for?” He asked, her eyes turned away staying low, humiliated. H reached out and took her wrist, opening her hand taking out the new vile she had obtained. He examined it to find it was the same as the one before. “This seems extremely careless, Yanira. Would it not have made more sense to hide this earlier before I returned?” He said.
            “I barely made it back inside your quarters before you came around the corner.” She said softly. “I thought for certain you had seen me, I did not dare try to hide it before you entered.”
            He gave a nod, closing his hand around the vile never taking his eyes from her. “I believe he have a great deal to discuss.” He said indicating that she should sit down in the next room. She took a breath, and stood straight walking past him to the couch and sitting down. He clasped his hands behind his back and sighed walking towards her. “Have you any explanation for this behavior?”
            “If you ask me, I must tell you.” She said softly.
            “I think asking would be somewhat redundant, since I am certain I already know your reasoning.” Moving towards her he sat down next to her on the couch looking at her, “Look at me Yanira.” He demanded. After a hesitant moment, she turned her eyes towards his. “If you had objections to baring children you should have simply told me.” He said. “This is an unhealthy course you have attempted to take that could damage you internally.”
            “This is a common practice. Something I should have been faithful to performing since I was brought aboard the ship and given to you. But I was not, and you see all of the trouble that has been caused because of it.” She said trying to answer him directly as possible.
            “That is where you got this substance from.” He stated, “You brought it with you from the Colony. You were not keeping it with your other possessions otherwise it would have been discovered before now.” It seemed that McCoy’s inquiry earlier was answered. “You have not taken it before you were brought back to the ship, until we were married. Why?” He questioned. It’s not as though he needed her to answer him, he already knew of her fear of becoming pregnant again.
            “You are displeased with me.” She stated almost feeling his displeasure coming off him in waves. Spock took a breath and sighed.
            “Yes. But my displeasure stems from your secretiveness, and your endangering yourself instead of speaking with me as I have insisted you do repeatedly.” Spock explained. “It does not serve any purpose to use such destructive means, to protect yourself from what you feel you are not ready for. As your husband, you should discuss any concerns you have with me.”
            “What then, would you have me do? Knowing now that I do not wish to be impregnated.” She said.
            Spock thought for a moment, “Then less dangerous precautions can be taken to prevent such an outcome. Although intercourse is necessary for procreation, it is not a required activity. We shall simply refrain from it.” Yanira turned her eyes down and looked away from him. Spock arched a brow seeing her reaction, “Unless you do not wish to cease such activity.” He said.
            “I will do as you will, Spock.” She said before standing from the couch and walking into the next room to return to bed. Spock watched her leave, and noted how it seemed as though he had physically slapped her in the face, even though he did not touch her. Standing, he followed after and they retired for the evening.

Boling Blood
            The recreation room seemed somewhat full this evening, with nothing much going on. While the ship was on route to Vulcan there were light duties all around. The door of the room opened and several crew members walked in looking around. “Puft. There’s absolutely no where to sit.” One of them said.
            “Look, there. There’s an open table.” Another observed pointing towards it.
            “Well there is your reason right there. That’s that Vulcan woman that was brought on board. Mr. Spock’s . . . guest.” Another answered. It was true; the table she sat at was completely empty except for herself. She sat drawing on a simple pad of drawing paper with a pencil. Tools that were certainly out of the ordinary considering the extensive technology aboard. “No one’s going to sit by her. She’s an unknown number.”
            “Oh please. She’s just a kid. Come on.” One said leading them over to the table as they all took the available chairs around it. “Say, you’re actually kinda pretty close up.” One of the more bold of them said. She didn’t answer them, and paid them no mind or acknowledgement at all.
            “Hey, is it true? You’re from Vulcan, and suppose to be Mr. Spock’s mistress?” Another one said poking his friend with his elbow. Even though rumors had a tendency to fly around the ship, it was doubtful they were doing anything but speculating. Mr. Spock’s personal life was a secret kept between himself, Captain Kirk, and Doctor McCoy. Even then it was as little information shared as possible, “Kinda young for him aren’t ya?”
            “It seems that your manners are a bit lacking as both a gentlemen and a member of Starfleet.” She said never looking up from her paper. The four men looked at each other hardly expecting such a cold and Vulcanized answer from this young girl.
            “Well that depends. What are you working on there?” One said reaching over and snatching the paper away. However, when he did his smile vanished, as did the others when they saw what she had drawn. “Hey . . . this ain’t funny.”
            “I was unaware that I was doing anything for your amusement.” She said calmly.
            “Are you threatening us?” Another one said, “That’s a laugh, a little girl threatening anyone, even if you are a Vulcan. Of course you don’t look like much of a Vulcan.”
            She began to gather up her things, to either move to another table, or simply return to Mr. Spock’s quarters. However, the one closest to her slammed his hand down on her supplies and threw them from the table. She was silent for a moment, before she stood intending to simply leave, but the four crewmen stood up blocking her way. She simply smiled slightly, before attempting to go around them, only to have them block off that way to.
            It was an odd scene, like one would expect to see in a school yard; a bunch of bullies singling out a smaller student to harass. Then, one made the mistake of actually reaching out and touching her, and she grabbed his wrist spinning about, and snapped his arm at the elbow with very little effort or force. At once, the three others jumped on her as well.
            On the table lay her drawing, of four crewmen severely injured.

New Issues
            Bones showed the picture to Captain Kirk that had come from the recreation room with his band of patients. The faces matched that of the crewmen that had been injured quite clearly, and the injuries were the same as the ones they came in with. Right down to the bruises. “Maybe she drew this after the fight?” Captain Kirk said handing it back to Bones.
            “She didn’t have time, Jim. She was still throwing people at walls and through tables when security broke in.” He explained, “Witnesses said she had finished drawing this before they even showed up in the recreation room.”
            “That’s . . . impossible. She must have seen them somewhere before, on the ship.” The Captain pointed out, “She has been onboard for a few weeks now.”
            “But she doesn’t stray from Spock’s room almost at all, and when she does, she’s usually with him, and he hasn’t been down to the engine room in months.” Bones said, “Not to mention there would be no reason for her to be down there, and no reason Spock would take her down there.”
            “Well, then how did she know that these men were going to be injured? Since she’s not in this drawing, I’m half attempted to assume she didn’t know it was herself that was going to be causing the injuries.” The Captain paused listening to what he just said finding it absurd that he had said it on many levels.
            “Maybe. It’s a strange thing to say the least.” Bones agreed.
            “Where’s Spock? What does he make of this?” Kirk asked.
            “He’s down in the brig. It’s where they took her when she was arrested by our officers in the recreation room and he went there immediately as soon as they reported in that she had been detained. Usually it’s the one who started it who gets locked up, but as you can see, she beyond finished it and was the only one left standing with not a mark on her.” Bones said. “I already showed him the picture and told him what was reported to me, and I got the standard “Fascinating” response.”
            “Fascinating? She’s put half a dozen crew members in the Sick Bay in less than 10 minutes if what the witnesses are saying is accurate.” The Captain replied putting the situation in perspective. “She’s becoming a dangerous element aboard the ship.”
            “Despite what we and Spock would like to believe, she is still just a child. A child who has had a rough time from day one and who is going to defend herself whenever she feels like she’s in danger without hesitation. With her recent capture and mistreatment, that’s only going to make her even less tolerant of nonsense like these men pulled. Vulcan or not, she’s afraid of being taken, humiliated, or hurt again. It’s logical on the one side, but on the other side her emotions are going to seem incredibly illogical to Spock.” Bones said.
            “Maybe Spock isn’t the best to approach it. Maybe he needs someone on the outside to speak with her, you know a human who can understand and deal with her feelings. Expect the emotions she’s experiencing.” Captain Kirk thought.
            “You volunteering for that job, Jim?” Bones asked, “Because there’s no one else on the ship that will do it after what happened in the recreation room today.”
            “I’ll talk to Spock. Suggest it and see what he says.”

Trying To Understand
            Spock stood at the door of the brig, looking at Yanira who simply sat in the cell, starring straightforward. She knew that her behavior was incorrect and she was ashamed for it. Now her husband and master was standing nearby looking at her making her guilt over her actions that much worse.
            “Have you nothing to say.” She said in a soft, almost whisper.
            “Nothing I wish to discuss in these surroundings. We shall speak when you are released and return to my quarters. That’s assuming that the Captain will place you in my custody.” Spock answered.
            “You will distrust me to roam about the ship by myself.” Her voice staying in the same tone as before.
            “Obviously.” He said. “At least until you are able to achieve some control over yourself.”
            “I have control of myself.” She replied. “I am in control of my actions, Spock.” She said turning her eyes towards him. “I defended myself only when one of them touched me. Is that not taking control of the situation?”
            “Your first reaction was to break the crewmen’s arm. Not simply block his advance. Your action was an inappropriate response to the offense and extremely aggressive and brutal in itself.” He explained.
            “It was . . . necessary.” She said softly her eyes returning downward. She was unsure of why she argued, and why she disagreed that she didn’t take the correct course of action, which should have been to try and not hurt the men at all costs.
            Spock arched a brow at her response. “The use of such extreme force is rarely necessary, Yanira. And I can tell you, without doubt, that in this case it was very unnecessary. There were other crewmen present, and security officers would have aided you in a matter of moments. You chose to react violently. A decision you made.” He said.
            “I do not deny that.” She answered, “However, choosing to fight was a preventative measure. To stop any further such actions against me, to keep anyone from trying to harm me.”
            “A demonstration of what would result of such actions. A demonstration that you have attempted before that was obviously quickly forgotten.” He said.
            “Yes.” She answered. “Because my first attempt was not apparently clear enough for them to understand or remember.”
            Spock just looked at her through the doorway “Interesting.” He said, as this was hardly good news, nor was it promising.

Conference
            “I’ve instructed the helmsman to increase speed.” Captain Kirk said. “I think perhaps the sooner we return her to Vulcan and your family the better.”
            “I agree, Captain. I believe there is better help, and a more appropriate surroundings for her on Vulcan.” Mr. Spock replied. “I have attempted to calm her ‘inner demons’ shall we say, and have made very little progress.”
            “She was fine for a while. What happened?” Doctor McCoy asked.
            “I do not know. Perhaps it was the substance she had been injecting herself with on a nightly basis until I put a stop to such activity.” He said.
            “uh wait, Spock. She’s been doing what? Using drugs?” Captain Kirk said confused and astonished he hadn’t been informed of this until now.
            “Not for pleasure purposes, I assure you.” Bones said, “It had to be absolute torture to inject it at all. Yet, she managed to acquire amounts of it, and inject herself on a nightly basis.”
            “What was it?” Captain Kirk asked.
            “A form of birth control that was outlawed years ago.” Bones said simply trying not to make a big deal about it. He knew how uncomfortable the subject made Spock in any capacity. “Apparently she objected to becoming pregnant again. Rather than say anything, she thought she would prevent it herself.”
            “The colony she had come from had given her a substantial supply of the chemical. Yanira has told me that the use of the substance was taught as a common and consistent practice in the colony. Although she did not start taking it until she was returned from her captivity. Upon further investigation of the chemical an immediate end was put to her use of it, and I suspect that she may have been the only one to have been given this particular method to use. Nevertheless, there will be no need for such measures to be taken any longer.” Spock assured them. Both Kirk and Bones looked at him when he said that. Spock arched a brow seeing the looks on their faces.
            “Problem solved?” Captain Kirk said looking at Bones who nodded.
            “Captain?” Mr. Spock said not understanding.
            “Spock . . . she came here as your lover, before she was your wife. You can’t simply . . . stop, after hours activities cold.” Kirk said. “Regardless of the logical reasons behind it . . . she won’t understand.”
            “I do not understand.” Spock stated a bit confused.
            Bones attempted to explain this time, “You’re her husband, Spock. You told us yourself she had been trained from the time she was born one thing and one thing only. Even though the two of you are married, don’t you think it’s going to make her a little frustrated and angry that she can’t carry out her ‘duties’ so to speak?”
            Spock still looked somewhat oblivious not understanding the point they were trying to make. Of course the entire line of conversation was already making him incredibly uncomfortable and a bit agitated himself.
            “Alright, alright.” Kirk said, “Let’s try taking this from the very beginning . . . What exactly did her training consist of back in the colony on Vulcan?” He asked.
            Spock thought for a moment, “I believe that you and Dr. McCoy witnessed a small demonstration of what that consisted of.” He said referring to when they found her on the planet not wanting to expand any further than that still irritated that not only did the incident happen, but it took place in front of his two best friends.
            “Okay, yes . . . we got that part of it. She was trained as a . . . escort of sorts.” He said putting it as delicately as possible. “What else?”
            “From what I have learned from her few obtained records from the colony, she also received extensive combat training, nearly every technique of hand to hand technique known Vulcan. It said nothing about weapons training, one way or the other. Although, I found it a bit odd that those two specialties were combined at all.” He admitted. “They seem to be on completely different ends of the spectrum.”
            “So . . . what are you saying? She’s a hooker and a killer?” Bones said bluntly.
            Spock’s face darkened at the words that McCoy spoke, and Captain Kirk quickly slid in, “Bones . . . she’s not a hooker.” He corrected.
            “Correct, Captain. Prostitutes sell themselves for money and other goods, or to get what they want. Yanira does none of those things. She was trained to be a companion to one man, and one man alone.” He said making sure that he understood completely. “And yes, she is also extremely capable of killing.”
            “What about the clairvoyance thing? Have you had a chance to ask her about it?” Kirk said still having the drawing that she did the day she filled the sickbay with patrons of the recreation room.
            “No Captain. She is being transferred to my quarters as we speak. I am hopeful that once we are alone, I will be able to implement corrections to her behavior.” He reassured the two men.
            “Well, if you want an opinion of a friend, Spock. I think maybe your . . . uh . . . marital extracurricular activities should be employed again. If nothing else, to keep her satisfied she’s doing her job so she doesn’t feel compelled to use that energy to disable the rest of my crew.” Captain Kirk suggested.
            Spock listened considering all the facts that had just been laid out before him, but excused himself just wanting the conversation to come to a quick and abrupt end. This was not a subject he enjoyed speaking of.

Darkness
            “I do not know.” Yanira answered when Spock questioned her about the picture she had drawn before the incident in the recreation hall took place.
            “You must have some idea. Has this ever happened before?” Spock inquired. Yanira was quiet for several moments, as though she wasn’t going to answer. “Yanira . . . has this ever happened before?” He asked a second time a bit more forcefully.
            “Yes.” She answered simply. “From time to time.”
            “Does anyone else know of this?” He asked, attempting to absorb the new knowledge of her somewhat physic ability.
            “Of course no one knows of it.” She answered quickly turning her eyes away. “I want nothing that this would bring me if it were known.”
            “You did not wish to become a priestess?” He asked. It was far too late now for her to choose such a life as her eligibility had passed the day she was mated to him.
            “No. Nor would I have been allowed to be, orphaned and only of half blood.” She whispered. “I would happily tear the visions from my head if there was a way . . . but there is not, and I cannot.”
            “This is why you have kept this secret. You have kept it so well buried that when our minds were joined . . . I did not see it.” He said looking at her. “It is nearly impossible to hide anything during a Vulcan mind meld, even more difficult considering the intimate depths in which our minds have been joined. You have had some practice.”
            Yanira sighed, “Extensively. From the time we were young, mind melds were taught to us almost daily, as they wanted to know our every thought. As they are very deep, very personal touches. We were taught to please in every way, and Vulcan’s find as much pleasure in intellectual stimulation as physical intimacy. I learned quickly, how to bury my curse as deep as I could inside me. Until I almost fooled myself that it did not exist.” She picked up her small drawing pad of paper, and handed it to him. Spock took it and opened it finding very detailed drawings of things that had happened on the ship from the first day she arrived. “But, it finds its way out through other means at times against my wishes.” She said softly.
            Spock looked through the drawings unable to help but be a bit amazed at the talent each one displayed. She must have begun drawing from the moment she could pick up a pencil to be so practiced. Yet some pictures he found to be disturbing in their own way. She had not seen his face before she arrived in his quarters the first day she came aboard the shirt. He saw a picture of what could only be himself, only it wasn’t exactly a scene that could be remembered . . . so much as interpreted. He saw his hands, reaching for her body, and her screaming in pain and fear, with tears streaming down her face.
            He closed the book, and started to give it back to her but didn’t release it when she put her hands on the book to take it. “I hurt you, severely, when you first came to me. Didn’t I.” He said looking towards her face. Instantly, her eyes turned away in embarrassment at his words. “Yanira. . .” He said trying to get her to answer him.
            “You should not ask such questions.” She answered quickly cutting him off. Yet he still did not release her sketch book wanting an answer.“Pain is expected . . . but it is necessary.” When she spoke, it was as though it was something that had been repeated to her over and over, over the course of her lifetime. She was reciting what she had been taught. “We, are meant to bring pleasure, not make ourselves burdens."
            Spock released the book and she put it back where she had retrieved it from. Spock took her by the shoulders so he could turn her towards him. “That is not who you are any longer.” He said sternly wanting her to understand him, “You are a wife . . . you are my wife.” He said seriously. A moment passed as his own eyes turned downward, “I never intended or wish to bring you pain of any kind.” Yanira looked at him, shaking her head a little, “I knew I had injured you severely when Dr. McCoy gave me the results of your examination.”
            “No” She said quickly. “Did you hear me make a sound? Did a single tear fall from my eyes? Did my body flinch or did I cry out?” Now she seemed to be in an all out panic, “You did not hurt me. If you had, I would have defended myself accordingly. You know I am capable of doing so.”
            When she said this, her own eyes turned away as though that wasn’t entirely true and she was keeping it from him. Spock was silent for a moment, “It is not in a Vulcan’s nature to lie.” He said. “I ask you not to lie to me now, and tell me the truth.” His eyes turned towards her, “Did I . . .” He paused a moment, “Do I hurt you.” He asked directly wanting a direct answer in return.
            She was quiet for a moment, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes squarely on the floor. Then, she said in the softest of voices, so quiet the human ear wouldn’t have been able to hear her. “Yes.” She answered honestly completely ashamed.
            “How can you have hidden all of this from me?” He asked. “Where you so well trained mentally in that Colony, that you could block out my touching certain places in your mind? Hide them as if they did not exist?” He asked in amazement and confusion. “”I do not want to hurt you in anyway, Yanira. When will you begin to understand that you may speak to me when you have such concerns? You must speak to me.”
            A few moments passed, “I do not have such courage.” She admitted. “I could fight men and women by the dozens, perhaps even hundreds without fear, panic, or hesitation.” She said, “But when it comes to what you ask of me, to think of myself and what I might want or think . . . I cannot find the ability to comply.”
            Spock looked at her for several moments, “Do you have feelings for me.” He wasn’t sugar coating anything at all at this point, she was old enough to speak her mind and speak the truth. It seemed the logical explanation for the hesitation she felt so it was the logical question to ask..
            “You are my master.” She said, “You have been since the first day I came to you.” Spock started to say something but she raised her hand to stop him, “As my husband . . . you are even more my master then before. For you own me completely, every part of me. I have given myself to you willingly, and I honor the agreement and vows that were taken. I will obey you, whatever the command you give me.”
            The Vulcan looked into her eyes, before reaching up and smoothing her hair back behind her ear. “You are more than you think, Yanira.” He said honestly. “Much more then you have been made to believe.” She was silent for a few moments, looking back into his eyes.
            “Then why is it I feel as though I know nothing?” She said softly, “You are not like other Vulcan men.” She was being honest, and trying to explain where her confusion and doubt were coming from. “Hurting is simply part of the mating process for females. Why do you insist on expressing concern and regret for it?” She asked, “No other Vulcan man would think about it twice . . . if he should think of it once.”
            “As you have stated, I am not like other Vulcan men.” He reminded her, she half smiled when he said this quoting her from just moments before.
            “As I am certain I am not like other Vulcan women.” Her voice was so soft, so meek. It was strange the feelings that she could invoke inside of him, the need to touch her, to protect her, to teach her. Yanira was beautiful to him from the first time he saw her when she removed her hood and he could see her face. Just being close to her, looking into her eyes in the quiet seclusion of his quarters was arousing deep desires to hold her close.
            “The humans do not refer to the intimacy of a husband and wife, as mating.” He began, “They call it making love.” He reached out and touched her face once more, but this time tracing the line of her cheek, and her jaw. “Because we are meant to be lovers,” He said gently.
            “We are not supposed to indulge in such emotions.” She whispered feeling his soft gentle touch on her skin, as his fingertips moved down slowly across her throat, and neck. Her own body stirring at his tender touch.
            “Perhaps.” He said gently, “Yet we are both half human.” Leaning forward, he kissed her gently, tenderly cupping her face in his hands before he wrapped his arms around her drawing her closer into his arms, engaging in a deeper kiss then before. After a moment, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, only a moment before they began to kiss passionately, as he carefully lay her back down on the floor beneath him.

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