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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 Five

Restricted Star Fleet
            It was a slow night on the bridge, not very much was happening as they proceeded to their next port. Kirk was sitting in his Captain’s chair signing reports and such whenever someone needed a signature.
            “Captain Kirk.” Sulu said.
            “Yes.” He replied.
            “Someone on the ship is accessing restricted channels . . .” He pressed a few more buttons on his console, “. . . and their using our communications to hack into Star Fleet authorization only files.”
            “He’s right sir, and it won’t take long before Star Fleet detects the hack, and traces it back to our ship.” Uhura confirmed.
            “Cut off all channels immediately, isolate the break-in, have security meet us there.” Captain Kirk said as he and Mr. Spock headed for the elevator. Instantly they heading down to the level that was pinpointed when Uhura tracked down the unauthorized connection and informed them.
            “I’m getting the strangest feeling, Mr. Spock.” Kirk said as they walked quickly down the hallway.
            “Indeed” Spock said simply.
            “We only have one new person aboard the Enterprise. We’ve not picked up any other passengers.” He said.
            Spock had the same thought and hoped that they weren’t right. Unfortunately, when they met with the security guards in the computer lab the person they held in their custody was exactly who they feared. Yanira stood next to the wall; all the security guards aimed their weapons at her, not unfamiliar with her history aboard the ship and not wanting to give her a chance at them.
            Captain Kirk sighed and looked at his First Officer. The Vulcan instantly walked closer to Yanira. She wasn’t armed with any weapons, and he knew that she wouldn’t attack him. “You can stand down gentlemen.” Captain Kirk said looking at the security officers, “You’re dismissed.”
            It seemed as though the security guards were more than happy to be sent away. They didn’t really like dealing with this young woman knowing she was far more dangerous then she looked. Instantly they took the opportunity and they left Kirk and Spock with her. Before Spock could say anything, Kirk stepped around him and was the first to speak.
            “Have you completely lost your mind?” He said, “Have you any idea what Star Fleet will do to you if they find out you’ve been breaking into restricted files!” He exclaimed, “If they had traced your illegal connection back to this ship, we’d have to turn you over and you would not be seeing Vulcan again for a very long time!!”
            Yanira was quiet and stood tall starring straight forward with her head held high. It seemed that she was prepared for whatever punishment and scolding was administered and was ready to accept it. She knew what she was doing was incredibly wrong.
            “You have been on this Star Ship long enough to know what is permitted and what is not.” Spock said, “Especially when you have studied so much about this ship and Star Fleet.” She didn’t say anything and simply held her place. “Speak.” He demanded.
            “Star Fleet is not investigating my abduction and is doing nothing to find the criminals responsible.” She said keeping her eyes straight forward.
            “You want to try running that by me again?” Kirk said narrowing his eyes, not sure if he was willing to hear anything she had to say. “You know full well the extent of the operation and investigation that has begun since we’ve found and brought you back? Even Vulcan has sent representatives that are helping lead the investigation. Just what makes you think that they aren’t doing anything when they are doing everything in their power?” He asked her.
            She was hesitant, and her jaw was clinched. It seemed as though she was quite upset by her discovery. She hadn’t been able to read the whole file before she was caught, and her link severed. “Because it is Star Fleet that are the criminals.” She said simply.
            Spock arched a brow at her accusation. It was a serious one, and he knew that her just saying it out loud would cause amazing amounts of trouble.
            Kirk starred at her a moment, “Star Fleet would never sanction abductions, torture or murder.” He stated his voice rising as his anger grew. “We are on a mission of peace, and that is hardly something a peaceful organization like Star Fleet would do or sanction!”
            “I SAW THE FILES, I saw the orders!” She roared at Kirk, causing both men shock at her outburst. Yet she did not stop there, “I did not want to believe it was true either, that was why I risked being caught knowing the consequences and I will accept them!” She shouted, “But it was right there, right where they told me to look . . . a contract with these monstrous scientists who collect specimens from all over the universe and store them in a facility in some . . . unnamed planet!!! I had not yet been transferred to it, because they were not done with me yet.”
            “They?” Spock said looking at her. It was the one thing that she said that seemed quite off without reason or logic, the rest he was perhaps willing to at least listen to, but the word ‘they’ seemed awfully strange and ominous. “Who told you of this?”
            Yanira hadn’t meant to say that, she hadn’t spoken to anyone about that image that appeared on her screen and spoke to her that day. But the onrush of anger and outburst didn’t allow her to think clearly enough to omit that small detail. She quieted and closed her mouth, unwilling to answer him.
            “Up until now I have been very understanding and patient with you because you are young, because you are a citizen of Vulcan . . . mostly because you are Spock’s wife . . . but this has crossed a line. A line that could get you arrested and imprisoned.” The Captain said seriously. “If Star Fleet command contacts us wanting to know who broke into their systems . . . if we did not manage to cut you off in time . . . there is nothing any of us can do to save you.”
            “I was not unaware of the consequences of my actions, Captain Kirk.” She answered letting him know she knew what she was getting herself into. Kirk looked at Spock with an irritated look, his own temper was quite heated and he thought it best not to stay and have it agitated anymore. So the Captain turned and walked out of the room, leaving Spock to deal with Yanira.
            They were both quiet, neither talked for what seemed like an eternity, and Yanira kept her eyes turned from Spock. Not able to look towards him and feeling ashamed at what she had done. What she had risked.
            “Who told you of these activities, Yanira?” He repeated his question from before, not willing to let it pass. She still didn’t answer, and didn’t raise her eyes. How could she? Spock approached her slowly.
            “I am almost certain that Star Fleet did not detect you. The staff of the Enterprise is most efficient. No doubt they cut off the connection before even informing Captain of its existence. However, you knew what could have happened if you were caught. I would know who it was that convinced you to endanger your life, your future to do this.” Spock said standing in front of her, wanting an answer.
            “Perhaps no one.” She said in a soft shallow voice.
            “Explain.” He said watching her. Yet she didn’t answer and she turned her face away again. It was obvious she had become aware of the whispers among the crew. They did not speak highly of her. Besides her talent for causing disruption and defending herself, there was the label of insane attached as well. She was apparently afraid of strengthening or confirming the rumors. Spock didn’t want to do it, he’d rather she simply answer him when he asked. Yet it seemed the only way he could get an answer.
            Spock raised her head by touching her chin so she would look at him. Then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck so she couldn’t pull away before placing his fingers against her face. Although it seemed she wasn’t trying to escape him this time.
            It took him a few moments to connect with her, as they had not touched intimately since she had been returned. When he invaded her mind trying to restore her memory, it was quite different, and even then she resisted. Now, her resolve was even stronger to block him from her mind. It was as though she was distancing herself on purpose.
            “Do not . . . resist me . . .” He said as he probed a bit more into her mind. However, he found himself blocked at every turn. The telepathic ability their people had, worked both ways. They could draw out images and memories, even thoughts from another. Yet they could also just as vigorously block each other out with practice. Even though he had told her to stop, she couldn’t. It was her heart, once again getting in the way. Her emotions had a tendency to strengthen her defenses.
            He opened his eyes and looked at her, taking his hand away from her face. He sighed, having had the impression that something was going on inside her long before this. Perhaps it was time that they spoke. He clasped his hands behind his back just looking at her for several long silent moments.
            “This cannot be allowed to continue, Yanira.” He said seriously. Her eyes were turned downward either unable or unwilling to look at him. “Since you were taken from that place that held you captive you have not been the same. There is coldness; a distance that you seem to wish would draw us even further apart. I have noticed it, and I have waited for you to come back to me, but still you have not.” He said looking at her. “Tell me why.”

Impossible Reports
            “Spock, we’ve searched the databases several times, YOU have searched the data bases several times clear back to before we found and picked her up. There is absolutely no record, no evidence whatsoever to prove or support her story.” Kirk said.
            “Her eyes are perfectly fine, I’ve scanned them several times and run tests, she sees as well as she did the day she was born.” Bones added, only complicating the matter. “I can’t tell you how her mental state is, I’m a surgeon not a psychiatrist.” He said honestly. Bones looked at Spock, “You are the only one in any position to tell us how stable she is mentally.”
            “She did see what seemed to be a communication, Captain. It seemed as though they broke into her studies in the ship files, and then disappeared just as quickly.” He reported, “It did not look as though the transmission had come through conventional communications. The picture quality was very poor.”
            “Are you certain, Spock?” Kirk said, “Are you certain that it wasn’t something she imagined or dreamed because of the trauma of her ordeal? Seeing the image on the screen and hearing it threaten her could be post traumatic stress syndrome.”
            “It could be, but I felt no disturbance or thoughts about her abduction until the image appeared. It threatened her, and seemed to make it abundantly clear that they had no intention of ending their pursuit of her. They intended to take her back to their facility whatever the means or actions necessary.” Spock answered.
            Captain Kirk sighed and leaned back in his chair rubbing his eyes, “I have to hand it to you, Spock. When you chose a wife you sure didn’t go for dull.” Spock didn’t respond, it didn’t feel as though that comment warranted acknowledgement. “Look, Spock . . . the fact remains that we have absolutely nothing to go on. No proof that a transmission ever took place, and we certainly can’t contact Star Fleet for a number of reasons. One would be that it would be admitting our guilt as far as unauthorized access to restricted files. Another is, if that document and those files are real . . . which I still cannot believe they are . . . Anything that we do could be turning Yanira back over to the ones who want her.”
            “I agree.” Spock said, “Which is why I think it would be best to simply get her back to Vulcan as quickly as possible. My mother and father have already started an extensive investigation of how she was taken from Vulcan in the first place . . . they are both insuring that it not happen a second time. All of the guards that were charged with her protection before have been dismissed. The new ones were subjected to intense scrutiny of every aspect of their lives.” He explained. “Star Fleet only has so much sway with Vulcan. If what she found was real and authentic, the council will not allow a citizen of Vulcan to be taken for such purposes.”
            “Now ya see, Spock. That sounds awfully familiar like something we heard before. Like the first time she was taken to Vulcan and placed with your parents.” Bones said his arms crossed. “I can’t imagine that instills any more confidence in her then it does in us.” He pointed out.
            Spock looked at the doctor, “We had nothing of substance to try and track down the perpetrators who were responsible for her first abduction, and for her originally being sent to me under false documentation. Now we have volumes of information that will no doubt give us answers that will point us in the right direction, and the Vulcan council will outlaw her from leaving the planet.” He explained.
            “Now you are dreaming.” Bones said, “She’s not going to be happy about being restricted to Vulcan for the rest of her days, and you know that.” The doctor said, “The fact that she let you mind meld with her so you could get all the information she was hiding was a great first step. But marooning her for the rest of her life? Don’t you think that’s going to cause some trouble later down the line?”
            “It is hardly marooning when it is both our home planet and well inhabited Doctor McCoy. It would be purely for her safety and protection, and I do believe that is what she desires most of all at this moment. Travel plans will no doubt be omitted from her future by her own wishes for quite some time and I agree.” Spock stated.
            “Alright.” Captain Kirk broke in, “So our current plan of action is to get her back to Vulcan, as fast as we possibly can. Get her in to the proper hands that will take her into custody, and it will insure her safety until we can sort this whole mess out. Correct?” He said.
            “Yes, Captain.” Spock confirmed.
            “Then we’ll have the ship use best speed to get to Vulcan. No stops unless absolutely necessary.” He said. “Spock,” he began, “Please ensure absolutely no more transmissions that could result in a court marshal for all of us, and your young wife being shot into space via torpedo tube?”
            Spock gave a nod, understanding.

Strong Defenses
            Spock and Yanira kneeled in his quarters once again facing each other with their gaze locked only a single candle for light. It had been this way for some time as they stayed still in the quiet darkness.
            “You must speak to me, Yanira.” Spock finally said. “It is not sufficient to touch your mind and take your thoughts. You must say what is on your mind if we are to speak together.” He insisted.
            “Then I do not wish that we speak at all.” She stated.
            Spock arched a brow, finding her resisting him so hard illogical. There was no one whom she was closer to who knew her better and whom she was intimately familiar with. He was her husband, and logic would demand that if there was a problem between them, then they should discuss it and sort it out together. Instead of commanding or demanding that she answer he decided a bit of encouragement towards the right conversation would be better.
            “You will not allow me to touch you when we are alone in the darkness.” He said honestly. “Your mind is full of barriers and walls that were not there before. You cannot give all of yourself to me any longer you refuse to surrender yourself to me and allow your vulnerabilities to appear.” He said, “This is not the way two married persons are to act.”
            “Perhaps.” She said. “Yet who is to say what is right and what is wrong. If we are our own species then should it not be ourselves who make the rules.” She suggested.
            “Had we not both been raised on Vulcan and did not know who we were, then maybe we would have that luxury. However that is not the case. We may both share the same biological heritage Yanira but we are still Vulcan’s. Our history and our people are shrouded in tradition and ceremonies. We have evolved from a primitive culture into one of logic and truth.” He never moved his eyes from hers as he spoke, “Which is why I ask you again to speak to me truthfully.”
            Yanira was quiet, eerily quiet as if it was the sort of silence that came before a fight. It wouldn’t be unexpected if she lashed out, and tried to initiate violence. But at last, it seemed as though a cooler head prevailed and it was her voice that broke the silence. Not her hand. “I cannot give you what it is you want. What our culture dictates is the purpose of marriage.” She said bluntly. “I cannot give you children, Spock.”
            He arched his brow as he looked at her, “That is incorrect.” He said, “Doctor McCoy examined you and said that there was no permanent injury to your body. You are very healthy and very capable of baring children.” He said.
            “Physically, I am a woman like any other. My body is a life-giving vessel. But it is my mind and my heart that keeps me from letting you entrust me with another child. Logically it is foolish to think I could protect a third life any better than I did the first two.” She said as honestly as she could.
            Spock was quiet for a few moments just looking into her eyes. There were several things he could see. A resolve to stand by this decision she had made alone, the terror of the prospect of creating another life that would only be ripped away from her, and the tears that were just behind her eyes that she wouldn’t allow to fall, as countless had been shed already.
            “I understand your apprehension.” He began never breaking his gaze into her eyes, “After time has passed from these events, you may find that you are indeed safe at home on Vulcan, without concern of being stolen away again . . . and you will change your mind.” He said letting her know he wasn’t going to press the issue.
            Yanira’s gaze seemed to soften a little bit when she heard him. In fact, her entire body seemed to relax just slightly. Every muscle in her entire body was no longer tense as if ready for a fight or ready to flee.
            “For now, I am content to know that you are safe Yanira .” Spock said.
            “I am honored, to be your wife.” Yanira responded, realizing just how rare their situation was. How rare and precious Spock was himself.

Fevers
            Yanira sat quietly listening to music files in headphones. She had just discovered the interesting sound of old earth music. The beat, the sound, the lyrics, and the feeling it gave her inside. Like she was happy and full of energy, and wanted to move. Of course she wouldn’t dare.
            Spock and Captain Kirk had arranged for her to have a room of her own. It was much smaller then Spock’s quarters, but she was very happy to have it. It seemed like the best idea until things settled down. Her door was locked with a security code only two people on the ship knew. Spock, and Doctor McCoy. And there was a guard posted on her door at all times.
            The young woman was perfectly content not feeling like a prisoner at all. She was allowed a computer, and all the access to ships files that she wished but was unable to created unauthorized connections from the access point or make off ship calls or communications.
            However he Vulcan Science Officer was not as content. He had been feeling odd, and a strange look in his eyes developed. He continued to work, and strive to put all of his energy into his duties. Yet it was starting to become more obvious that there was something wrong. Kirk saw his condition worsen for two days before deciding it was time to say something.
            Standing from his chair, he walked over to his Science officer’s station, and leaned on the rail. “Spock?” He asked getting his attention.
            “Yes, Captain.” He said turning in his chair to face him but strangely making eye contact when he spoke.
            “Spock, . . . what’s wrong?” He said genuinely concerned.
            “All systems and readings are normal, everything is operating at full efficiency Captain.” He said referring to the ship and the crew, rather than himself. Kirk studied him for another few moments. He was evasive sometimes, but not like this.
            “I think that maybe you should report to sick bay. Have Doctor McCoy check you out.” He said standing from the rail.
            “No, it will not be necessary.” Spock answered immediately.
            Kirk turned back towards him, “That’s an order, Mister.” He said changing his suggestion into a demand. “I need you to be at your best. I won’t have you distracted by pain, or ailment you are unwilling to acknowledge or admit to.”
            Spock seemed as though he was going to argue but decided against it turning over his station to another crewmen walking into the elevator and heading to Sick Bay.

Unexplainable
            The three men stood in Spock’s quarters finding themselves with an issue. “What is going on?” Kirk said, “I thought this was something that only happened every seven years?”
            “Yes, that’s what I’ve been told to. I’ve studied what few documents there are on the subject, and it’s been confirmed by a few sources. Seven years, no more, no less.” McCoy agreed.
            “This . . . issue, has nothing to do with that one.” Spock said plainly.
            “Then what the hell is it?” Bones asked.
            Spock just stood at attention, looking straightforward and saying nothing. Kirk and McCoy both were finding it difficult just to let it go. “Spock, we were here the last time something like this happened, remember?” Kirk said, “I’d rather you not dismantle my crew because of some kind of bug, or virus that has affected you, and brought on this condition again.”
            “I have no explanation, Captain.” Was all Spock said.
            McCoy crossed his arms not knowing what to say about any of this. Spock was tight lipped on the subject and wasn’t going to say very much if anything about it. “So what are we supposed to look for?”
            “I cannot say.” Spock said seriously, having no idea what was going on.
            Kirk ran his hand over his face, before walking to Spock and speaking as candidly as possible to him. “Alright, unlike before, there is a very simple solution just down the corridor in her own room.”
            “No.” Spock said definitely.
            Now Kirk and McCoy couldn’t help but be concerned. “Now, I’m incredibly confused. She’s your wife. You were both married in multiple cultural rituals and ceremonies. I’m pretty sure it’s permitted.” Kirk said.
            “I do not wish” Spock paused a moment hardly able to keep himself in control, and he did not want to talk about this at all, the feelings and desires that had grown so quickly and so strong inside of him, “to injure her physically or emotionally.” Spock replied never moving his eyes or from standing at attention.
            “Oh for Christ’s sake.” McCoy broke in. “You told us yourself that this was what she was raised to do. Help you through these kind of things and keep you from dying. She’s not even a concubine anymore; you married her and made her your wife. There is absolutely not one single reason why you cannot march down that hall . . . .”
            “Matters between married persons are strictly between us.” Spock said in a louder voice and stern tone cutting him off. “She and I have discussions that do not concern outsiders. Not even you.”
            McCoy threw his hands up and looked at Kirk, “You try to reason with the green blooded monster.” He said starting to pace.
            “Spock.” Kirk began. “This is insanity. You are a faithful husband, I know this because Vulcan’s have a tendency to mate for life.” He said, “There is no one else you are going to go to for this she is the only one that can help you.”
            The Vulcan was silent not willing to discuss Yanira anymore. “I will meditate, as I have done on other occasions, and that should be . . . sufficient to break the fever. No further assistance or discussion is necessary.” Then he turned and walked away.
            McCoy looked at Kirk and sighed, “Jim, something is seriously wrong and I can’t get close enough to examine the man to find out.”
            “It hasn’t been 7 years.” Kirk said.
            “I’m well aware of that, Jim.” McCoy was quiet for a moment, looking towards the Captain.
            Kirk rolled his eyes, “Oh yes I’m certain that is going to improve the already dangerously moody extremely strong Vulcan’s mood.”
            “Look, we’re not asking her to do anything. We’re just looking for information that might help Spock. She was raised specifically for these matters. She’s got to know something about this whole thing. I’m sure if there were any symptoms out of the ordinary that was part of their training.” He said keeping his voice down.
            “Spock isn’t going to ask her, and it’s unlikely she’s going to talk to us about any of this to either of us anymore then Spock would. You know how private the Vulcan’s are.” The Captain pointed out.
            “Yeah.” He said with a sigh, “Their Victorian attitudes on the subject tend to make even the slightest hint of it taboo.” McCoy crossed his arms, “I’m going to try it. I’m a doctor and she has enough sense to know that if there is anyone she can talk to about these things, besides her husband, it’s me.”

Black Knights
            It was late, the ship simulated night and day for the sake of the crew making it possible for them to stay out in space for months at a time. Humans needed such landmarks otherwise it made it more difficult to keep everyone functioning and not going space mad.
            Most of the crew was asleep, except for those who were on duty. It usually worked with a skeleton crew at night. Even Yanira lay sleeping in her room she had been assigned. There was no reason for her not to sleep, she felt safe here. The door was sealed shut, and the guards outside were charged with protecting her no matter what.
            Outside of the door, the two guards that were assigned to Yanira’s room were not quite standing at attention. It was easy to fall into the trap of getting lazy when it was so quiet and no one was even going by. They would lean against the door and talk or even worse they could lean against the wall and doze off. It wasn’t as though they were bad security guards; it was just simply a very boring job.
            This evening was no different than any other night. The guards pulled a double shift covering for other security that had become ill. With the quietness and darkness about the ship they started to fall asleep leaning on the walls on either side of the doorway. It wasn’t a deliberate action just the result of not enough sleep or mental stimulation.
            However, even if the guards were wide awake and standing at full attention no one could have expected the danger lurking in the hallway tonight. A hand came up and pinched the neck of the first guard in silence and he fell to the floor like a rock. Then the second guard followed, not having time to make a sound when he opened his eyes and saw what had happened to the first guard. A pinch came to his neck, and he was immediately laid out next to the other.
            Yanira was dressed in a nightgown she’d been given by a female crewmen as she had been without clothes when they rescued her, and the ship stores only supplied a very uncomfortable set of pajamas to sleep in. She didn’t hear the door open and close nor did she stir as a figure stood over her bed watching her sleep.
            The eyes that stared at her in the darkness were what finally woke her, and a strange sense that overcame her completely like flood waters bursting through gates. It was a familiar feeling, yet at the same time it wasn’t. When her eyes opened she started to move to sit up looking about the room. But instantly, a very strong hand clasped over her face to keep her from making a sound forcing her back down against the pillow. It wasn’t until the figure leaned down closer to her face that she saw that it was, Spock.
            Her eyes were wide not even fully awake yet, and not understanding what was going on. Starring into his eyes she started to move again only to have him straddle her thighs never once breaking his gaze from hers or losing the grip he held over her mouth pressing her down into the bed below. He seemed much stronger than usual, or perhaps he had simply never used his full strength with her before if he was even using it now and certainly had never been so rough even when he was deep in the pon farr fever when she was first brought to him. She could see the animalistic and savage look in his eyes and her breath quickened slightly realizing that perhaps she was in very real danger at this moment.
            “The ability to meditate has eluded me” He said in a low voice in an almost angry tone, something she’d never heard from him before. “Only your proximity can be blamed for the distraction, making it impossible to find another way to fight the most basic of natures.”

Broken Spells
            Bones stood at the door of Yanira’s room impatiently waiting while security and engineering where called to come and open the door manually. Kirk came around the corner and stood next to McCoy, not entirely sure he had understood the situation. “What’s this?” He asked, “You have the code, why not just open it that way?” He asked.
            “Because she’s figured out how to seal it from the inside, and no answer has come when I’ve knocked or called her on the intercom. I have no idea what could have happened to her, but I’m damn well going to find out.” Bones said.
            “Where’s Spock?” The Captain said looking around, “Shouldn’t he be here trying to coax her out?”
            “He’s asleep in his quarters. He was doing much better when I saw him this morning, but quite exhausted, so I gave him a strong sedative to give him some rest. Under protest of course, you know how he complains that whatever medication I give him upsets his stomach. Yanira has yet to give me a similar complaint you’d think he could suck it up a bit like she does.” McCoy reported.
            Finally, the door popped from the locking mechanism giving them an opening. The engineers stood back allowing the Captain and the Doctor to slide the door open the rest of the way and enter.
            Captain Kirk went first, as he always insisted on doing. He found the room dark, and quiet. Eerily quiet. McCoy reached over and pushed the button that turned on a light. They looked around in awe of the scene that was before them.
            The room was in a shambles absolute chaos in every direction. Broken furniture, torn cloth, and shredded paper on the floor. “Jim.” McCoy said getting his attention. On the floor was a trail of unfinished sketches. They followed it into her bedroom and found Yanira sitting upright on the bed, with her back to them. Her hand held a pencil and she sat absolutely motionless.
            “Yanira?” McCoy asked.
            “I have run out of paper.” She said in a whispered almost disembodied voice. Without being asked or prompted, McCoy immediately walked around the bed moving the mess of hair back out of her face and lifting her head. Kirk reached over and turned the light on over them.
            “Mary, mother of God.” Bones said as he held her face. “Who did this to you?” He asked.
            The young woman’s eyes seemed as if they were looking into his but she still wasn’t quite certain if this was a dream or not. She held up the pencil in her hand, “I have nothing to draw on.” She said. Kirk watched and listened, not sure what was going on. Then, he carefully approached and stepped next to where McCoy was crouched down next to her.
            Even the Captain who had seen a multitude of things during his career throughout the galaxy was startled. Green blood had flowed out from a cut in her mouth down her chin; there was a large green and black bruise around her face. She was not wearing any clothing, and suddenly it dawned on him that the torn cloth they’d seen in the living room was that of a nightgown. There were bruises on her body, and teeth marks on her lips.
            “She’s in shock.” McCoy said taking the pencil from her and putting it down picking up the blanket from the bed and wrapping it around her quickly. “I need to get her to the sickbay immediately. She could have internal bleeding.” The Captain agreed ready to help however he was needed.

Narratives
            “I don’t give a damn if it’s the most racist thing ever uttered by anyone in the history of the universe! Vulcan’s are green blooded, heartless, hypocrites!!” Bones shouted pacing back and forth in his office, Kirk sitting nearby. “This is something that makes them absolute liars in my book!”
            “Calm down Bones. Ranting and raving isn’t helping anything. Did she tell you that is what happened?” Kirk asked.
            “Of course not! Her mouth is tighter then the cargo bay doors!!” He shouted. “She’s not going to say a word about it because of that Vulcan pride, and she certainly wasn’t going to say something against her ‘precious husband’ that might implicate him in anything that could result in disciplinary actions!!!”
            “From who Bones?” Kirk asked seriously, “She’s not going to press any charges, or say that anything unlawful happened, and my hands are tied. You know that Spock isn’t in his right mind when this sort of illness overtakes his people.”
            Bones turned and starred at him, “Don’t tell me you’re actually going to try and defend this!” He said in disbelief.
            “I’m not defending it! My personal belief is that you never injure a woman unless it’s a life and death situation, and there is absolutely no other alternative. But I’ve never been so insanely irrational as Spock when this whole . . . pon farr thing starts raring its ugly head.” He said.
            “Jim, for Christ sake! This girl was nearly ripped in two! Why the hell would it be necessary to both beat her, and subject her to such harsh treatment? That’s cruel, and if mating was all that was on his mind, it was extremely unnecessary to raise his hand to her! You know this by now as well as I, she would have submitted to him willingly and taken everything from beginning to end, what the HELL would be the reason to abuse her too!!” Bones argued.
            “There was none.” Spock’s voice said causing both men to turn and see the Vulcan standing by the door. Bones had been ranting so loudly and adamantly that they hadn’t heard him enter. “I would never ‘beat’ nor hit Yanira under any circumstances, doctor. Even if I was not in my right mind.” Spock responded.
            “Who the hell are you kidding? I examined that girl head to toe, and she sure as hell was beaten! Her face was bruised black and green!” He said.
            “Doctor, even in madness, even if I was completely insane to the very last synapse in my brain . . . I would never strike my wife, or raise a hand to her.” He said seriously.
            “Then maybe you can explain to me how the bruises appeared on her face and body! Just magically appeared I suppose!”
            Spock was quiet for a moment, before finding that he had to answer, regardless of his feeling on the matter. “No.” Spock responded clasping his hands behind his back, “The marks were made when my hand clasped much tighter then meant over her face, resulting in the bruising, and the cut inside her mouth.”
            Both men seemed stunned that he was so calm and fact oriented with this. It seemed as more emotion should have been attached to such an atrocity. ”Spock . . .” Kirk started, “You raped your own wife . . .” he pointed out bluntly.
            The Vulcan was quiet for several moments, finding the mere sound of the word distasteful, disgraceful, offensive, and dishonorable in every way. But there really was no other word for it.
            Kirk sighed, “She won’t press any charges against you, and insisted that her injuries were the result of nothing more than an accident.”
            “Yanira does not believe a wrong has been committed against her. She had been raised to expect such treatment as well as to stay silent.” Spock said his own eyes downcast not at all pleased with himself or his own conduct.
            Bones could hardly take this, “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, “What is wrong with your whole green blooded race!!! In no universe should such an act be condoned much less young woman convinced it’s common place and to be expected!” He roared. “You act as though this is some small thing like forgetting an engagement or putting the porch light out!!”
            Kirk shook his head and raised his hands, “Alright, this needs to be resolved, NOW. We’re going to be faced with other more life and death situations, not to mention keep this ship running and maintain order. I can’t do that when my first officer is out of his mind, and my ships doctor isn’t that far from insanity himself.” Kirk said taking control of the situation. “Spock, stop severely injuring your wife. I don’t care what reason you might have. In control, out of control, married, or not . . . I don’t really care at this point.” He said in an ordering voice. “And Bones . . . stay out of it.” He ordered.
            “Now wait a minute, Jim.” Bones broke in, “I’m the one who has to care for her in the aftermath! It’s me who has to put the pieces back together.” He argued, “She comes to me torn up inside and out, and you expect me to stay out of it!?”
            “Yes.” Kirk replied, “Not only are they married, but they are citizens of Vulcan, and they are not asking for any help.” He said seriously, “Just do your job, and help her when she has injuries like you would for any other patient. But if she doesn’t want to talk, or press charges, leave her alone. Is that clear?” He asked.
            McCoy was absolutely not in agreement with the order, but he couldn’t disobey it as a member of star fleet. “Yes.” He said through his teeth. Kirk gave a nod satisfied.
            “Spock, please attend to your marital issues and have them resolved so no more extreme disruption occurs on this ship.” The Vulcan gave a nod.
            “Yes Captain.” Spock acknowledged.
            “I swear, every time she is aboard this ship all we have is a constant flow of chaos from one day to the next.”

Uncomfortable
            Spock didn’t know what to say or how to begin, Yanira stood in his quarters for what seemed like an eternity of silence and stillness. Finally, it was Yanira who broke the uneasy silence.
            “You’ve no reason to be upset.” She said seriously, “I am unharmed. I am not angry with you, nor am I frightened. You were ill. Even if you were not so afflicted and wished to take me in the same manner, I will submit without question or hesitation. So I ask you to dismiss whatever guilt may be affecting you. There is no reason for it.” She said plainly.
            Now Spock was really at a loss for words. She seemed completely unresentful about what had happened. “You should not be so forgiving, Yanira.” He began, “Violation of your person was both cruel and completely unnecessary. Even more distressing, I broke the promise I made to you. You could even now be carrying a life inside of you again. No precautions were taken or even attempted.”
            “You are my husband and such is your right. You may do with me as you like, I am yours. I am ashamed that I had forgotten this since I have been with you again.” She admitted.
            “That does not mean abuse should be condoned.” Spock countered. Yanira cocked her head looking at him curiously. Apparently, she did not think any abuse took place. This frustrated Spock even more.
            Yanira took the initiative and stepped forward approaching him. She kneeled down beside him and covered his hands with hers looking up into his eyes. “You have done nothing wrong.” She reassured him. “You despise your human side, the emotions that you cannot always control no matter how hard you try.” She explained, “You know in your logical mind, that it is the human in you that is causing you to feel this way. As a Vulcan, you know, as I know that you have not done anything wrong.” She insisted.
            “You say that only because you have been taught to say it, Yanira.” He said having a difficult time looking into her eyes. “You have been taught to hide your pain to hide your fear if you cannot overcome it. This act I have committed against you is unforgivable.”
            She was quiet for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed his hand gently before covering it with hers once more, “There is nothing to forgive.” She said honestly, “If it plagues you so very much please then call me the next time you have need of me. Do not make yourself suffer and cause yourself so much pain, and agony when there is no need. Then you will not be so deep in the madness that you cannot control your actions.”
            “Yanira. . . I . . .” Spock began.
            However, Yanira reached up and touched his face with her hand, “Shhhh.” She said gently shaking her head, “There is nothing that needs to be said.” She said gently, “You are my master and my world. I harbor no ill feelings towards you please harbor no ill feelings towards me for instantly giving you all the forgiveness there is.”
            “Ill thoughts or feelings towards you for anything would be illogical.” He said looking into her eyes. “As would my not sharing in your pain. As your mate it is imperative that I share it with you that you might not be forced to carry the burden on your own.”
            Now Yanira’s easy demeanor was changing. When she heard him say that she pulled her hand back from his face. It seemed as though she was intending to stand and move away but he quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back. The soft smile she had been wearing disappeared completely. Slowly, he started to raise his hand towards her face and instantly she started to squirm and lean back not wanting him to do this.
            “No, I beg you.” She said quickly. However he reached up with his other hand and grasped her by the back of her head holding her in place. She starred wide-eyed into his. “Do not do this.” She whispered.
            “I must.” He said. Then he pressed his fingertips against her face. Her eyes closed and her breath deepened in her chest. Slowly, their breath became identical, as they took in a breath and breathed it out together. “Our minds are one. I feel what you feel. I know, what you know.” They said together. Yanira was resisting as much as she could, but she hadn’t had time to meditate enough to strengthen her defenses.
            As the memories began, both of their bodies began to shake. She was reliving the incident and Spock was looking at it through her terrified eyes. He could see himself the look in his own eyes, the weight of his body, the harsh brutal force that was used against her even though she was trying to submit. He felt her difficulty breathing, as his hand mercilessly gripped her face. Not being able to breathe it was both terrifying and became painful.
            Spock could feel each touch each pain she felt and the way her body was violated causing him to feel dizzy, and horror at the pain she was experiencing. Yanira was fighting even harder now, trying to push both him and the thoughts out of her mind. “Stop . . . please this is not for you to see.” She said in a weak voice. Spock didn’t answer, as he felt his arms start to pull and ache from when she was held down by her shoulders, and they were used for leverage as she was violated harshly. He felt the tears running down her face that he apparently didn’t see or didn’t care when he was with her before.
            Breathing deeply, Yanira suddenly reached up with both hands, pressing her fingertips on either side of his face. Now she took control and she switched the memories into seeing them through his eyes. When he attacked her, feeling what he felt, causing him to relive it as well.
            The pure elation and pleasure that he felt from the experience was intoxicating. Seeing and feeling her weak helpless body lying beneath his as he dominated her at every turn, in every conceivable manner. A basic primal instinct that usually one could control when sane and not half crazed buried far beneath the surface. When he removed his hand from her face as he continued to take her, a cut had appeared from her mouth where one of her teeth cut into her cheek. He actually leaned down and followed the trail of blood with his tongue, to her mouth. Animalistic and savage was putting it delicately.
            Finally neither of them could take it anymore, and they threw one another back falling onto the ground both gasping for air. Spock clasped his head in his hands, her memories now firmly implanted in his brain. “How could you not protest this?” He said looking up towards her.
            Yanira, lay gasping on the floor before turning over feeling incredibly weak from the entire ordeal and looked at him. “You do not understand . . .” She said taking deep breaths, as she crawled slightly to turn towards him. “The pleasure you felt, the power, the excitement, the pure joy of it all was my goal.” She said honestly, “It was what you were in need of most, to heal you. As long as you were gratified then I am content.”
            He raised his head looking towards her, “The agony you were in the pain you felt, both inside and outside of your body and still you did not make a sound, or cry to me for mercy, nor for me to stop.” He said in disbelief. “You are correct I do not understand.” Until this point, he did not have the knowledge of just how strong she was. She seemed so fragile, naive, and even weak at times. But this seemed to disprove all of those perceptions.
            She gathered enough strength to get up on her hands and knees and crawl closer to him, before leaning against the couch that he had been sitting on before they threw themselves away from each other. She reached out; quickly taking his hands and helping him to sit up even though he was quite upset not certain he wanted to touch her if he trusted himself to do so. “You do not need to understand, Spock.” She said sincerely. “And you have no need to remember these things. You only felt the physical pain I experienced you did not look into my heart for you were too distracted by the body.” His eyes moved towards he, still horrified at what he put her through. “My heart was yours from the beginning.” She said softly her hands gripping a little tighter to Spock’s. “My pain prevented your death it was a price I would pay a thousand times over if it was to ease your pain and save your life.”
            “Why?” He asked finding this all very illogical. “My death would take away your pain and would keep you from being brutally used again.” He said. “Why would you allow me to do this?”
            Her eyes turned down looking at his hands a moment, before she could gather up the courage to speak, “Because I love you.” She said knowing it was admitting to perhaps the most illogical emotion known to civilization. But, she wished to be honest with him.
            Spock starred at her, even more confused than before. He tried to process it, but his mind was so completely jumbled, with his awakened thoughts and hers. “I do not understand.” He said.
            “Neither do I.” Yanira replied. “I do know without doubt is that my life became wonderful when you entered into it and had meaning. The pain of loneliness I felt, melted away and I felt as though I had true purpose.” Her gaze looked deep into his eyes, “I want to spend the rest of my life as your wife. I want to dedicate myself to you completely, and honor you in whatever I do.” She said seriously taking his hand and placing it against her cheek “I am not ignorant and I have grown to become a woman since we were married. I know now that I was meant for you, Spock, my husband.”
            There was no question that everything she was saying was true, down to the last letter. Spock could see it in her eyes and he could feel the warmth emanating from inside of her washing over him with the telepathic connection they shared. “I have not been a good husband to you.” He said. “You have been taken by criminals twice, and you have endured more than your share of pain including the pain which I myself have inflicted on you. I should have been protecting you from the beginning properly by being at your side. Yet I have not and it has resulted in the loss of our children and severe abuse of your body.”
            Yanira smiled still holding his hand to her face, reaching up once again as she had done before cupping his cheek with her hand. “No.” She said, “Your place is here on the Enterprise, with your friends. You have a duty you must perform, things that must be done that only you can do. I will happily wait for you on Vulcan, and continue to study and practice my etiquette for when you do finally come home to stay.”
            A few moments passed, before Spock raised his own hand and traced the lines of her jaw, looking into her beautiful and rare colored eyes. It didn’t seem like there was anything to say, there was no need for words. Not right now. Leaning closer to her, he placed a kiss to her lips, simply enjoying this warm feeling that had come over him. Yanira closed her eyes and eagerly returned his affection.

Precautions
            All three men starred at Yanira as if she had grown another head. She frowned looking at the three of them before sitting back down and folding her hands in her lap waiting for an answer.
            “Are you insane?” Bones said.
            “That is yet to be determined, Doctor McCoy.” She answered.
            Bones rolled his eyes, “Oh dear God. Now we have two smart ass Vulcan’s on the ship. What a wonderful world we live in!”
            Kirk and Spock looked at each other and then looked at Bones, still unable to say anything. “Doctor McCoy, you act as though I have asked you to cut off a healthy limb as if it were useless.” She began, “I see no reason why a simple implant is such a horrific suggestion to you.”
            “Spock, did you know about this? What it was she wanted?” Captain Kirk asked.
            “No I did not, Captain. Simply that she wished to speak with you and doctor McCoy.” He answered.
            Yanira looked at each one of them before speaking once more, “Is it not a logical precaution to take?” She asked, “A simple procedure that could be done in a matter of minutes, and there would be no longer a need for concern.” She explained.
            “Yanira. . .” Captain Kirk began, “As soon as you received confirmation, you ask for this? It seems like you are purposely presenting yourself as bait to those who captured you before.” He pointed out, “It’s as though you’re anticipating something we’re not even sure will happen. We’re already doing everything we can in the universe to prevent it.” He said.
            “Yes, and this is one more step that will insure both mine and our child’s safety. Is it not a logical and sensible approach to our health and safety?” She asked.
            “You act as though it is nothing at all!” Bones said, “To insert the transmitter it would take to have a strong enough long range signal to reach into outer space is more complicated, larger, and it takes a bit of time to get used to it. No matter where I put it, it’s going to cause discomfort and pain!” Bones warned.
            “As a preventative measure I will happily submit to such adjustments.” She stood up looking at them, “Gentlemen. This is mine and my husband’s third child. As the past has proven each time it is discovered that I carry life inside of me, it seems to send a red flag to whoever is organizing this to quickly capture and experiment on both me and my offspring.”
            “Offspring.” Bones repeated looking at Kirk in disbelief that she said that wondering if he had heard it too.
            Yanira was quiet for a moment before she walked towards Spock, “As your wife, It is an honor for me to carry your child. It is my greatest desire to give you a son, or daughter.” She looked at the other two men, “But I cannot do it without your help with a mark on my head as though I was a bounty to be claimed.” She explained. “I have lost two of our children already; I was unable to protect them, to protect myself. These are not honorable men; they do not face their prey. They deceive and use drugs to insure there is no possible way their victim can fight back. With a transmitter, I could be found in a matter of hours instead of weeks. Preventing the murder of yet another child.”
            Spock watched her and listened, it all seemed very logical and sensible. “Doctor, I agree it would be the wisest course of action.” He said honestly, “You have the means to do so, and despite the fact that none of us intend to let her be abducted again, it would seem foolish to assume that she is completely danger free.”
            “You are insane. You BOTH are! Most couples when they find out they’re going to have a child celebrate by having a party or gathering. You two find out you’re expecting and your first reaction is to request a painful and major surgery.” Bones shook his head, “You Vulcan’s never cease to amaze me.”
            “Thank you, doctor.” Spock said.
            “It wasn’t a compliment.” Bones answered.
            Captain Kirk sighed and looked at Spock. It was obvious that this was something he desired greatly now that Yanira had suggested it of her own free will without his knowledge or his prompting it. “Bones, it does make sense. Until we find out, what is really going on and who is behind it’s a reasonable precaution.” He agreed.
            Bones looked at all of them, “It seems I am outnumbered again. But I have expressed my objections, and I’m probably not going to stop expressing them all through the damn procedure.”

Surgeries
            Spock stood beside the sick bay recovery bed where Yanira lie sleeping. Bones stood on the other side with his arms crossed. “Will she wake soon, doctor.” Spock said watching her face.
            “No.” Bones replied. “She’ll be asleep for a few hours. Hopefully her body will adjust to the implant before she wakes; the pain she’s going to feel will be less the longer she stays asleep.”
            “She will become accustomed to it quickly.” Spock said, “She is Vulcan, and pain is of the mind. It can be controlled.” He was quiet for a moment, “She possesses an incredible pain tolerance that even I cannot match.”
            Bones arched a brow, “You’re actually admitting to this? That a girl is stronger then you?"
            Spock narrowed his eyes slightly before straightened up. “I find your attempt to agitate me rather illogical, Doctor McCoy. I am honored to have such a woman as my wife. And I am in awe of the strength of her will. I have a great deal of respect for the inner strength she possesses.”
            The Doctor was quiet for several moments realizing that perhaps for the first time, Spock was showing signs of genuine affection for her. At least as much as can be expected from any Vulcan. He simply gave a nod and walked out of the room going to his office.
            Once they were alone, Spock stood by her and slowly reached up touching her face tracing the line of her jaw. She had become so incredibly determined to keep their child safe. To go to such lengths as this to protect them, she truly was a treasure.
            Doctor McCoy reported that both she and the baby came through the surgery with flying colors and much better than had been anticipated. The unit that the doctor had installed into her body just under her ribcage was about the size of an old box model phaser. It was small, but it had to be large enough to transmit a signal into space. Because of its size, the placement of the device had to be where her body did not bend, or where it would affect the function of her organs.
            It was operational but not turned on. It would not be detected by any scans as long as it was off, and he wouldn’t risk her health by having it on constantly when it was not needed. Once she woke, he would explain how to activated it if it was needed.

Arguments, Again
            “I do not wish to accuse you of misconduct, Doctor McCoy. However, I must insist that your keeping Yanira sedated for this length of time is quite unnecessary.” Mr. Spock said.
            “As long as she is aboard the Enterprise Mr. Spock, I am her doctor and she’s in my care and I think it’s best if she stay asleep for a few more hours.” Bones argued.
            “Something you said shortly after the surgery. It has been 38.6 hours since that time. Far beyond any other patient has been kept sedated after a successful operation. It is unnecessary as I have stated before. She cannot begin controlling her pain if she is not allowed to experience it.” Spock replied.
            “You heartless, pointy ear, green blooded pain in my ass! She’ll wake up and be released when I’m damn good and ready to release her!” He shouted.
            “Your colorful metaphors are not needed, Doctor McCoy. Asleep or awake, I would prefer you not use them in front of Yanira. It is quite inappropriate.” He pointed out only making McCoy that much more irritated.
            “Look . . .” The Doctor began, before being interrupted by a transmission from the bridge.
            “Mr. Spock, and Doctor McCoy, please report to the bridge immediately. Mr. Spock and Doctor McCoy, you are needed on the bridge.” The two men glared at each other slightly before they both left the sickbay.
            Kirk was unable to leave the bridge at the moment, and he had already been informed of the issue by the nurses in the sick bay. The argument McCoy and Spock had been having had been going on for some time. It seemed that once again the Captain was going to have to make the call.
            He listened to both sides of it, and it seemed that the fault fell on Doctor McCoy this time. “Bones,” He started before glancing at Mr. Spock. He took the hint and the Vulcan went to his station looking into his scanner. The Captain started again, “Bones, I can understand why you are trying to help her. But again neither of them are asking for this sort of help. As his wife, if Spock thinks she can handle it then she can handle it. He would know better than anyone else.”
            “Jim . . . it’s my sick bay.” He said, “If I don’t want to release her then it’s my call.”
            “Is it medically relevant or simply your own objections having affect on your judgment?” Kirk asked. Bones didn’t answer but that was answer enough. “Bones, we’ve been over this before. They are Vulcan’s another species different from humans. They do not think of things the same way that they do. You have to allow them to deal with things as they see fit. Not only is it their right, but it’s our duty as members of Star Fleet that we do not interfere with their culture. Despite your own feelings and beliefs on the matter, you can’t let yourself get emotionally involved.” Kirk explained. “Let her wake up, make sure she is healthy and doing well, then send her on her way.” He ordered.
            “Yes sir.” Bones said quite irritated before turning and leaving the bridge. Spock had already heard what had been said, and he felt no need to bring further attention to it or drive the point home that he had been correct in the first place.

Recovery
            The doctor had Yanira on the examination table, her blouse pulled up just enough so he could check the position of the transmitter and see that everything had been healed properly. Spock was standing nearby waiting to hear the results of his exam.
            “How does it feel?” He asked.
            “I feel nothing, doctor.” She reported. McCoy didn’t quite believe that but he finished his scan.
            “Nothing? Not even itching, or irritation?” He inquired.
            “No.” She replied.
            He arched a brow and put his scanner aside, before she started to pull her blouse back down. However, he suddenly reached up and pressed to fingers against her body over where the transmitter was placed. She flinched and bent over slightly at the tender pain it caused, “Did you feel that?” He said already knowing she would. Spock looked incredibly displeased as he arched a brow at the doctor. “That’s what I thought.” He said turning around and taking a hypo injecting her with a pain killer.
            “That will do, Doctor.” Spock said helping Yanira off the table. She turned and stood next to Spock looking at McCoy.
            “Thank you, Doctor McCoy.” She said bowing her head slightly. Then Spock gave her a nod and they walked out of the sickbay. Still quite annoyed with the doctor’s unnecessary demonstration.
            When Spock and Yanira got back to his quarters, she moved to a chair and sat down sitting up straight. Spock clasped his hands behind his back, “Doctor McCoy’s actions were completely unnecessary, and somewhat unethical. If you did not wish to indicate pain then it was your choice and he should have respected your privacy.” She nodded agreeing with him. “However,” he stated, “In this case I must ask is it very painful?” He asked.
            Yanira didn’t seem willing to answer, but she knew now that he had asked her she had no choice. “Only when pressure is applied.” She said, “But otherwise I can control it.”
            Spock gave a nod not wanting to pursue it any further. But there was one last thing he had to say on the subject. “If the pain becomes worse instead of continuing to dissipate and become less, I must insist that you report to the doctor immediately.”
            Yanira gave a nod, “Of course.” She agreed. “Doctor McCoy said that the material that the device is encased in will be absorbed by my body. It is what makes it undetectable to scans when it is not in operation. The pain comes from how large the device begins as but it becomes unnoticeable once it has had time to attach itself and I become accustomed to it.” She explained.
            “Yes, I am familiar with the device.” He was quiet for a moment,”You know that it cannot be removed.” He said. “Not without extensive surgery that will result in removing a great deal of healthy tissue with it.”
            “I know.” She answered. “I see no reason why it should be removed. As long as I have it within me you could find me anywhere in the universe. Its frequency is known only to you and it will send a signal to you when I activate it.” She replied. She seemed much more comfortable and much more relaxed now. She’d acquired a feeling of security that she had never had before and there was no logical argument against it.
            “Get some rest. I realize that Doctor McCoy released you from Sick Bay but rest is needed so that you can meditate and aid your body in healing itself.” Spock said.
            Yanira stood from where she sat, and bowed her head slightly, before going into the next room and laying down carefully to go to sleep.

Rampage
            “Have all of the taken over levels been sealed off?” Kirk asked his crew on the bridge.
            “Yes sir.” Chekov reported. “Decks 2, 4, 9, and 12.” He reported, “They were mostly evacuated, but it seems as though not everyone got out before we were forced to seal blast doors.”
            Spock turned towards the officers as his own living quarters were on deck 2, where Yanira was resting deep in a trance. Kirk saw Spock’s concern, and then asked a question he was afraid to hear the answer to. “What quarters were not evacuated?” He asked.
            “Deck 2, and deck 9.” Spock closed his eyes a moment, before standing from his post.
            “Remain at your post Mr. Spock.” Kirk ordered. Spock starred at him for a moment almost amazed that his Captain would attempt to stop him. “She didn’t answer the evacuation call because she was asleep. As long as she stays that way in your quarters, there is no reason for them to bother her.” He insisted. “They’re trying to take over the ship; they don’t seem interested in hostages.”
            “If she wakes?” Spock asked.
            “God help the Klingon who finds her.” Kirk said honestly, having seen her in action once or twice. “Even if she does wake she will most likely stay in your quarters.” It was obvious that Spock didn’t like depending on these assumptions. She was pregnant, and there were indications she was physically stronger because of it. However, Spock still felt it his responsibility as her husband to take care of her and this was far from it. Yet, he returned to his post as ordered.
            Down in Spock’s quarters Yanira began to stir hunger and the need for food pulling her from her slumber. She discovered that it was not an uncommon thing when she was with child before. Standing from the bed she looked around. “Spock?” When no answer came she realized he must still be on duty. Standing from the bed carefully she walked in to the next room and pressed the communicator but no answer came. It didn’t even beep. She frowned and went to the computer only to find that the power had been apparently cut on that as well. Yanira had a strange feeling that something was wrong, but she had been incorrect before.
            She stretched a little putting her hand over her side. It hadn’t fully healed yet but the pain was hardly noticeable anymore. It was simply uncomfortable from time to time but even that was almost gone. She retrieved her Vulcan style cloak that she had made with cloth from the ships stores and pulled the hood over her head. She would simply have to make her way to the mess hall and get something to eat there.
            Walking to the door she stopped looking at it. It didn’t open as it should have either. Yanira checked the lock and it too was powerless. She arched a brow finding this all very odd but having studied the ship and the safety procedures of being a passenger aboard a star fleet vessel she knew how to operate the manual controls. Something strange was happening and she was becoming more concerned by the moment.
            Yanira managed to get the door to release but she had to push it open. Carefully, Yanira looked out into the hall both ways to find it was very quiet and there wasn’t a soul in sight. She paused a moment, wondering if perhaps it was best to simply stay inside until Spock contacted her or returned but her stomach protested that idea with great force.
            Finally, she made her decision straightened her back in her resolve as she slipped out into the hallway. Yanira walked slowly and kept her guard up as her eyes scanned the area and she listened with her acute Vulcan hearing. Her ears may have been that of humans with much smaller and only slight points but she was still blessed with Vulcan hearing.
            Yanira stopped and moved next to a wall when she heard something that seemed familiar. It was not something she had ever encountered in person before but she was well acquainted with it . . . it had been a significant part of her training in the Colony. There were deep heavy breaths, and almost snorting of the nostrils, making it quite clear that this was a large individual, quite larger then she was. Yanira heard only the one, and decided that perhaps the only way she was going to find out what was going on, was to get answers from this man.
            Thinking for a moment and deciding on a course of action she straightened her cloak and walked across the hall keeping her eyes downward as she did the first day she arrived aboard the Enterprise. Just as she suspected, a single armed guard was apparently posted at the end of the hallway. She approached slowly never raising her eyes and completely silent not drawing his attention until he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.
            Instantly he turned aiming his weapon at her head. “Halt!” He roared. Instantly she stopped and remained still as ordered. “Who are you? Why are you not with the others?” He demanded. The Klingon warrior wasn’t exactly elegant, nor was he by any means diplomatic, but manners from a Klingon were not expected.
            “Please sir.” She said in her small meek voice, “I have lost my way, and I cannot find any of my people.”
            Just then another Klingon appeared and raised his weapon as well when he saw her. Yanira closed her eyes for a moment but remained motionless. There was real danger here; they could simply decide it was easier if they just killed her. No fuss no wasted time or energy. Yet in this case it seemed they were in need of a hostage or two since they’d not yet taken over the ship.
            “You, come here.” One said still pointing his weapon, “The commander will want to see you.” She bowed her head slightly in obedience her hands folded in front of her, before walking in the direction he indicated. Instantly they followed keeping their weapons on her.
            When they entered the room where the other Klingon’s were gathered their commander was easy to identify. “Sir, we found this wondering around the hallways. She claims she’s lost.”
            The commander looked at her and arched a brow. “This is not a Star Fleet crew member.” He said walking towards her and looking her over. He reached up and pulled her hood back roughly revealing her face and ears. “This is a civilian either Vulcan or Romulan. Yet, I doubt very much that Star Fleet would let a Romulan roam around the ship outside their brig. She must be Vulcan.” He said.
            “I have simply lost my way sir.” She said keeping her eyes turned downward.
            He became more interested in her as he observed her behavior. It’s not as though Vulcan’s commonly made eye contact unless they were speaking to someone directly. But they all had a tendency to look straightforward. Their eyes never turning down or looking away they certainly did not act submissive as this one was.
            “What are you doing aboard a Star Ship, you aren’t one of them.” He asked.
            Yanira remained in her obedient guise and answered instantly, “I am a student.” She said which was not a lie, she really was. “They are taking me home to Vulcan.” She answered.
            “So the Enterprise takes on passengers now, hmm?” He said starting to walk around her looking her over. “As a civilian citizen of Vulcan, you’ll be of greater value then the others.” The Klingon said. “You’ll stay here, with us, until we have need of you.” He said as two of his men stood on either side of her. “I’d rather not have you wonder off and get lost again.” He said mockingly.
            The men started to reach out and grab her but she moved from their reach and simply followed them to wherever they were taking her. Still, she despised and distrusted anyone touching her for any reason. There were only two people in existence that were allowed. Her doctor, who was currently McCoy with her husband’s permission and supervision, and Mr. Spock.
            “Call those pigs.” The commander said looking at one of his other men.
            A beep came through the communication panel on Captain Kirk’s chair and he instantly answered it. “Captain Kirk, here.” He said.
            “So, Captain. Apparently your evacuation orders did not come soon enough. You’ve left civilian’s behind to wonder your corridors and give us leverage against you.” Spock arched a brow looking at Kirk.
            “It’s a large ship,” He began.
            “Yes so she claims.” Now it was clear that they had a woman hostage, and Spock had already guessed that it was indeed, Yanira. There were no other civilian’s aboard. “I will give you one hour to turn over control of your vessel to us or I will begin sending you pieces of the girl in our company. One hour only!” He said as the message terminated before the Captain could reply.
            Captain Kirk rubbed his eye, before he looked up seeing Spock standing by his chair. “Wanting to say ‘I told you so’, Mr. Spock?” He inquired.
            “I wish not to have to collect pieces of my wife in a box as they are sent to the bridge, Captain.” He said in a serious tone.
            “Honestly we should have seen this coming considering the chaos that follows her night and day. The odds were in her favor that she’d be the one they’d find to take prisoner.” Captain Kirk sighed looking around as he stood up. “Alright, we’re going to have to deal with this now. We’re out of time, and now there is a very real danger of a young woman being tortured and killed if we don’t move.” He said looking around at his crew. “We need a large distraction, and a retrieval team to get the hostage to safety away from her captors.” He paused a moment almost feeling the eyes on his back, “Obviously, Mr. Spock will be heading up the retrieval team.”

Primal
            “Mr. Spock.”The Captain’s voice came over the communicator several times, “Mr. Spock please come in.” It had been some time since they had checked in, and there was a growing concern that things had not gone according to plan.
            “Spock here, Captain.” He answered on the communicator as he and three security officers stood next to the entrance of the room.
            “Spock, did you find Yanira? Is she alright?” The Captain asked. When no reply came he asked again, “Mr. Spock are you reading me?”
            “Yes, we’ve found her.” Spock replied a stunned tone to his voice.
            “We’re not getting any sort of answer from the Klingon commander, or his men. Have you seen them down there?” He asked.
            “Yes.” He answered as he starred just as wide-eyed and speechless as the others that accompanied him. “Yet I do not think that they will be replying to your hailing signals anytime in the future, Captain.”
            Kirk was getting a bit frustrated with the short and cryptic answers, and he could tell by the sound of Spock’s voice that something was wrong. “Mr. Spock report. Has the Klingon threat been resolved?” He asked.
            “I believe if a scan of the ship is conducted, you will find that the surviving Klingon’s have fled the ship.” He answered.
            “What do you mean ‘surviving’ Klingon’s? There were no reports of phaser fire.” He said. No answer came again, and now he was just getting angry. “I’m coming down, stand by.”
            Then, Kirk left the bridge heading down to the last known deck they were on. Outside of one of the rooms he found the three officers that had gone with Spock. All three men looked green, sick to their stomach. “Where’s Mr. Spock?” He asked.
            “There.” They said pointing to the door. “He ordered us outside.”
            Kirk was getting even more frustrated now. All of this mystery seemed incredibly unnecessary. He walked to the door but one of the men stopped him, “sir . . . you really don’t want to go in there.” He warned.
            The Captain pushed his hand away still not quite understanding what was going on but intending to find out. He walked through the door and saw Spock standing still like a stone statue starring across the room. He could tell that there was something wrong when he approached him. “Spock?” He asked. Still Spock didn’t respond to the Captain. Kirk looked at his eyes and followed his gaze to see what had his attention.
            Within an instant, he realized where all the shock had come from as it suddenly hit him as well. Yanira seemed unharmed and no trace of green blood showed which hopefully meant she was not injured. However, there was a surplus of pink blood on her clothing, on the walls, and on the ground around her. All had come from the four corpses that lay at her feet which had been brutally dismembered. She held one of the Klingon’s weapons in her hand that was covered in blood all the way up her arm. He eyes starred back at Spock’s and she remained absolutely motionless.

Serious Concern for Safety
            “Spock.” Kirk said pacing slightly, “I know you told me that she was trained as a body guard, but this? . . .” He seemed like there was more to say but honestly he didn’t know what to say.
            “She was defending herself, Captain. More brutally perhaps because she was threatened with weapons that not only endangered her safety, but the ship as well.” Spock replied.
            “They were in pieces, Spock!” McCoy said having received what was left of the bodies in the sickbay. “Which means she kept hacking away after they were dead . . . or even after they were mortally wounded!”
            “Yes Doctor, it is something that concerns me as well.” Spock admitted.
            “I examined those bodies, Mr. Spock. They had fatal wounds, which would have killed them instantly, before she decided to field dress the lot!” He said, “I have had nothing but compassion for that girl since day one, but only know do I realize that she is a dangerous killing machine.”
            Spock was quiet for a moment, before he spoke in a low voice, “She was afraid.” He said simply.
            “Afraid of what!?! That they were going to rise from the dead and come after her like zombies!” Bones exclaimed.
            “Perhaps.” Spock said still contemplating the situation. He had been in her mind many times, and there was truly much she was afraid of. “You will recall, on several occasions I warned you that she would have more strength, more determination to protect the unborn life within her. How much more will that determination be after what she has been made to endure in the past on two separate occasions?”
            “Spock, this isn’t normal. Those bodies . . . it’s just not normal!” Captain Kirk exclaimed.
            “No, Captain. It is not. The chances of her being abducted the first time were quite high, a second time was unlikely but still it happened. Klingon’s have incredible physical strength. If one laid a hand on her then her training and her fear, together, would have taken over her actions. Resulting in the scene that we came upon when we found her.” Mr. Spock speculated. “I am not defending what she did, nor am I saying that it was right. I am merely stating the facts the reasons behind her actions.”
            “When she was taken from that room she didn’t even seem as though it bothered her a bit.” Bones said.
            “It did, Doctor McCoy.” Spock said instantly, “I can assure you that what she has done haunts her, and will continue to do so.”

Meditate
            Yanira, kneeled before the Vulcan alter that Spock had in his room, fasting as she remained in deep meditation for days now. Trying to focus and concentrate to find whatever it was wrong in her soul and her mind that would result in such ruthless butchery. Spock had allowed her to do so feeling the overwhelming confusion and guilt each time he came near his own quarters.
            He wished to help her but it seemed an impossible wish to fulfill just yet. She was searching deep within her and it was something she needed to do on her own. It was exploration that only she could perform by herself before he even attempted to communicate with her or interrupt her meditations.
            However, Yanira was with child and the fasting could not continue. She had to eat, for both her body and the baby needed nourishment. Since Spock could not intrude on her personal soul searching time, he asked that Doctor McCoy give her supplements that would keep her or the baby from becoming ill. Bones, as usual, protested the idea that she wasn’t simply made to eat real food. Yet, having borne witness to the carnage she was responsible for that was so horrific, it caused Klingon’s to flee he supposed that leaving her as she was to sort out whatever issues led to this was best.
            This went on for over three weeks, before both Spock and the Doctor realized that perhaps she had searched long enough. She hadn’t been sleeping anymore then she had been eating. Both men went to Spock’s quarters, and attempted to request once again that she step down her methods enough to maintain her health.
            “Yanira.” Spock said standing behind her, “It’s been almost 22 days, 14 hours, and 27 minutes since you began your penance.” He was using the human word for McCoy’s benefit as this wasn’t simple meditation any more, she was actively punishing herself. Yanira didn’t move or make any sort of response making it obvious that she wasn’t going to comply. Spock sighed and gave a nod to McCoy.
            The doctor instantly stepped forward with his hypo and injected her with a powerful sedative causing her body to go limp. Before she hit the floor Spock caught her and swept her up into his arms, carrying her into the next room and laying her down. “That will get her at least 6 full hours of real sleep.” McCoy said as he watched. “The trick will be getting her to sleep anymore once the sedative wears off.”
            ”I do not believe that will be the case doctor.” Spock answered. “Now that her concentration and the cycle she had forced herself into has been broken, I doubt she will return to her previous activity. With rest, and proper nutrition it will be possible for her to think more clearly.”
            McCoy looked between the two for a moment and could clearly see the concern in Spock’s eyes. Killing was not part of their culture anymore unless absolutely necessary. Even when they were forced to kill it was quick, painless and no extra energy was expended. This case was extremely different.
            It seemed Spock’s question of whether or not she had been trained in weaponry had been clearly answered. But nature of the training she had received was now becoming a serious question. The way both she and her victims were found was reminiscent of the time before their people had found logic, when their primitive natures ruled over their actions and even their emotions. Something that should not have been employed or encouraged in any sort of training regardless of the purpose behind it.
            “You’d had probably better stay, so that you are here when she wakes up Spock. It’ll be easier on her to see a familiar face that might understand what she’s going through when her eyes open.” McCoy suggested.
            “Thank you Doctor.” Spock responded, “I agree.”

Rehabilitations
            “Your aggression unusually strong, Yanira. It is something that should have been logically, excluded from your person throughout your training from birth. Not enhanced nor encouraged.” Spock explained. “I find that the sort of training you have received not only included it but purposely agitated it.”
            “Yes.” She answered simply.
            “It is not the Vulcan belief or tradition.” He said looking into her eyes.
            “When they assessed me when I was young, it was decided that my ancestry and physiological make-up made me the perfect selection for these sorts of rigorous training exercises. The fact that I was considered outcast from all the other colonists my age, and spent much of my time in isolation only solidified that assumption.” She responded. Spock was quiet thinking about the situation. “Are you angry,” She paused rephrasing her words, “are you disappointed with me?” She asked suddenly as though it had been something she wanted to ask for a while.
            His eyes turned towards hers seeing that they had returned to their customary downcast position again. “No.” He replied. “You responded in a manner that reflected on the sort of training you had received. The responses that were taught to you as acceptable from the time you were able to begin training. It had not occurred to me that this sort of situation would have ever taken place aboard the Enterprise. But perhaps someone did and that is why you were abducted in the manner you were. Given no chance to defend yourself in the way you had been trained to.”
            Yanira was quiet for another few moments listening to his words, she got the feeling that he was disappointed even though he said he wasn’t, and his disappointment was shrouded in shock at what he had seen her do. It had already occurred to her that she had acted in very inappropriate ways on several occasions that went against what he and normal Vulcan’s believed. It weighed heavy on her mind and heart. “Why have I been made into this monster?” She began, “What logical reason could someone have had to turn me into such a beast?”
            The Vulcan looked at her for several moments before responding, “I see no beast before me. Simply a young woman, who has strived to make herself better, to make herself more then what she came away from the Celass Colony as. If you were not worth your weight in the most precious and are substance in the existence . . . then perhaps you would have been content to simply stay as you were, and not strive to learn all that you have learned and to become something more as a member of my family, then you were allowed and made to be before without one of your own.”
            “and the murder I have committed.” She said. “What does that make me?”
            Spock looked into her eyes, “If you were truly a murderer then you would not pause to ask such questions of yourself, Yanira. You are lost and confused but are fighting to find your way again. That in itself is a very admirable trait, that not many possess.”
            “You have been so patient with me from the beginning.” She began, “You are far wiser and more intelligent then I can ever be. I do not understand why you waste your time to help me, and accept me no matter what I do.”
            Spock furrowed his brow thinking that an odd thing to say, “Because you are my family. You are my mate, and my companion. I chose you to be and took my vows and made my pledges after already having made the choice to take you as my lover. You are still young and mistakes will be made, but I will always have faith in you, Yanira.”
            She was quiet obviously having more questions on her mind. Spock was patient, and waited before speaking again. “You have more say?” He suggested opening it for her to speak.
            “There are many things between us I do not understand, and even though I have analyzed them over and over, I can find no logical reason for them.” She said honestly.
            “Such as?” He asked.
            “Our . . .” She paused a moment, her eyes turning down, “Our intimacy.” She said quietly. “It is not what would be considered proper.” She started to turn her eyes up, but they quickly moved down again. “It is human in nature.” It was obvious she felt ashamed for asking. Knowing how tender the subject of their human side was for him.
            Spock had realized, at the time that perhaps this subject would arise sooner or later. Yet, he was still unsure of how to respond, how to answer her question when it did come up. “We are half human.” He responded simply.
            Yanira waited to hear more of an explanation, and even though it seemed he wanted to give one, he could not find one. Not a logical one at any rate. But this time, it did not seem as though she was willing to settle for a statement. “Yes, but it is a side we have both attempted to suppress throughout our lives.”
            Once again, Spock was the one struck with silence searching for something to tell her but he had no answer. Still she waited, wanting him to explain it to her. She had not complained and had eagerly complied with the way he held her and returned his affections in kind. Yet the questions remained in her mind. Finally, Spock decided what to say. “What is your opinion on the reason that when we are alone, I find it preferable to act in a human manner, rather than a Vulcan one.”
            Yanira was quiet, and considered it for a moment before she looked at him again. “Because human affection is far more pleasurable then traditional Vulcan mating.” She said replying as honestly as she could.
            He gave a nod clearing his throat slightly, “Yes.” He responded.
            She turned it over in her mind, “Then our actions are logical.” She said. “Although somewhat indulgent.” The last bit slipped out as she had been thinking out loud. Her eyes went wide wishing she hadn’t said it.
            “Indeed, and you are quite correct. Yet, an indulgence that as husband and wife, we can choose to exercise if we wish.” He replied.
            “As you wish it.” She corrected. “If you wish it, then so do I.” She said softly.
            Spock finally decided to concede that point. It was one that was never going to be changed, and that was very apparent. “As I wish.” He responded.
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