Xenobiology 201 (ST 2009/TOS Spock)

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I am a complete Trekkie especially for The Original Series and its characters. (Gotta love the Kirk-Spock-McCoy trifecta.) So when I found RiversD’s story Xenobiology 101, I was delighted. As many of you know, her story is currently at a cliff hanger, leading many of us to wonder what will happen to our heroes.

Check it out if you haven’t already!

https://www.sneezefetishforum.org/topic/65021-xenobiology-101-st2009id-spock-secret-santa-for-spoo/?tab=comments#comment-747850

With her permission, I have written a possible continuation. A fanfic of a fanfic! I hope she will continue the story someday, but in the interim, I hope you will enjoy what her story has inspired. 

As other fans of the TV show will note, the JJ Abram’s reboot personas don’t always align exactly with the originals. I have tried to incorporate elements of both; however, I have decided to stay true to the TV show when it comes to romance. As such, there is no romantic relationship between Spock and Uhura in this story.    

TLDR: This is an imagined continuing of Xenobiology 101 by RiversD.  Read her’s (linked above) before continuing.

 

Part I

When Jim returned about 40 minutes later, thanking his lucky stars that the food establishments hadn’t not too alien to navigate, he found Spock’s bed empty and the bathroom door closed. He breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door with a little less care than he would have otherwise. He was glad they’d both be spared the embarrassment of him having to rouse the Vulcan.

Settling at the small table near the foot of Spock’s bed, he began to take out the bundles containing their breakfast wondering how next to proceed when Spock emerged fully dressed seemingly having had none of Jim’s hair styling difficulties. 

 “Apologizes for my late rising, Captain.”

 “It’s not exactly like were on a fixed schedule here,” said Jim as he tentatively stuck a fork into the mushy gray tuber that was to be their breakfast. Despite his recent worries about Vulcan eating habits, he knew they were vegetarian, and he had at least chosen something his First Officer could eat. 

 “This isn’t half bad,” he gestured to the mush.

Instead of offering a reply, Spock closed his eyes and turned away, steepling his hands around his nose. “hh'ghISSCHH!“

“Bless you.”

Spock couldn’t even respond, merely folding into himself again with an equally strong “hh’ghISSCHH’uh!”

“Bless you again.”

“Excuse me,” Spock mumbled softly. Still keeping his body politely turned away, he tended to his nose as quietly as possible. Kirk busied himself with his breakfast.

Spock turned around with one last tentative sniff before approaching the table.

“How are you feeling?”  

Spock began to unwrap the butcher paper, seemingly using the time for self-assessment before speaking. “While my suspicions do appear to have been accurate and I have indeed become host to some manner of respiratory virus, I am functioning at a significantly higher level than when we arrived here last night.”  

Jim took another bite and mused his First Officer’s response. That wasn’t exactly a glowing endorsement of good health.

Spock could read him easily. “Your silence would indicate hesitation, which means you find my answer unsatisfactory.”

Jim met Spock’s eyes.

“Captain, having obtained a more than adequate amount of rest, I do believe I am sufficiently recovered as to assist with today’s reconnaissance mission.”   

It was true that Vulcans didn’t require the same amount of sleep as humans. However, Spock had slept longer than he himself had this past night, which meant the trek down the mountain must have really taken a toll.

But Jim couldn’t really see a way out of their situation without Spock’s help. “I don’t know if we have much of a choice one way or another.”

He watched his First Officer sniff softly and regard the food with a grave expression. “Not to your liking?”

“I simply find myself without appetite at the present time.” Though to his credit, he put a bite into his mouth and swallowed before continuing. “It is therefore challenging to eat at a pace matching your own.”

Jim looked down at his own wrapper already almost emptied of food. He had been hungry. Though it came as no surprise; they hadn’t eaten since the previous afternoon. Spock’s lack of appetite must clearly be another symptom of this bug he’d caught.     

The fact that Spock was eating the food was reassuring He also appeared to have gotten ready with all of his usual speed and efficiency, reassuring Jim further that he was feeling as up to the day as he claimed.

“-but I believe we have more pressing issues at hand,” Spock’s admonishment brought him back from his thoughts.

“Yes, of course,” he said head bowing slightly in apology.

“If we are to have any chance of reuniting with the rest of landing party and contacting the ship, we must determine our current location. As our communicators are nonoperative, whether by geographical features of the region or interference from the dimensional instability, it seems our only course of action would be traditional lines of inquiry.”

“Asking around town.”

“I believe I said that, Captain.”

“That man who sold us the coats said passage out of here is prearranged at the time of departure from Ostra,” Jim remember aloud.    

“That would indicate that there are fixed travel routes within the region.”    

“He said we could ‘call across The Scar’ -whatever that means.”

“The Scar is what the Capernian’s call the canyon in the planet’s northern hemisphere formed at the end of their most recent Ice Age.”

Jim looked to the window, falling snow cutting the visibility considerably. “You sure we’re not in an Ice Age now?”

Spock ignored him. “If we are close enough for land communication, we must currently be in one of the seven mining operations stationed around the canyon. Did he happen to say anything else of note about the region?” 

“He wasn’t particularly forthcoming -unless you count Slip-knart.”

“Slip-knart, Captain?”

“Seems to be the local sport. Lots of what he sold is apparently worn by the players during… games? Duels? I still don’t really have a good sense of what it is.”

“Slip-knart is a contact sport similar to Earth basketball and Covian fencing-”

Jim was having trouble imagining that, but he nodded.   

“-it is a sport known to have it’s origins in central Capernia with its northern planetary team currently dominating the sector. Coming from a secluded mining city, the team have been considered something of an underdog and an inter-planetary favori-.”

“Get to the point, Spock!”

“If we are indeed in the birthplace of slip-knart, then we are in Ikapte, the furthermost mining city on the planet at the northeastern end of the canyon.”      

“How the hell do you know all that?!”

“It was in the Sports and Competitive Gaming dossier…Did you not read it?”

“I may have…skimmed a few pages here and there.”

Spock gave him a look which he smiled off as he cuffed the Vulcan cheerfully on the shoulder. “No matter, we know where we are now at least!”

“That’s not all, Captain. If memory serves, Ikapte is the planet’s chief producer of krion, a mineral which is mined from the canyon and processed locally before being exported around the planet. Strobite is a byproduct of its refinement.”

“’Strobite?’ I’ve heard of that. It’s an ore.”

“Correct, Captain. Its most noteworthy property is that it is highly magnetic in nature. I suspect it is responsible for the inoperable state of our communicators.”

“Do you think you could compensate for the magnetic interference? Get us in touch with the ship?”

“Given that we are able to gather the necessary tools, it is quite likely.”

“That is where we should begin this morning.” Jim stood and moved to get his coat. “It is imperative we establish contact with the ship.”

They had been gone for at least 8 hours. He could only imagine the right state Bones had no doubt worked himself up into. “Our unexplained absence will only exacerbate tensions between the Enterprise and the Capernians.”

“Even if we establish contact wit the ship, I doubt our capability to accurately explain the nature of our absence will have changed,” said Spock standing to follow, breakfast forgotten on the table. “We do not know with any certainty by whom or for what purpose we have been marooned here.”

“Well whoever it is, they definitely didn’t like us poking around. They took our phasers when they forced us through the portal. They may have wanted to leave us stranded in the wilderness unarmed… I refuse for these discussions to fall apart on my watch.”  

Voices and footfalls echoed from down the hall as Spock, faster than him as per usual, already having donned his coat, gloves and hat beat him to the door. In his rush to not get left behind, Jim nearly collided with Spock as he stopped abruptly in the doorway. One hand still on the door, he raised the other to hover before his face, eyes already closed in anticipation before restraining a harsh “hh’NGT!”

Jim could see a faint green tinge already beginning to settle in for the day around the Vulcan’s nose as Spock lowered his hand and straightened to faced him. Sniffing gently, he pulled the down open wider.

“After you, Captain.”

*****************  

 “Sulu, have you picked up any sign of them with the ships sensors?” McCoy had barley stepped onto the bridge, the doors hissing to a close behind him as a member of the Capernian delegation scrambled out of the way.   

“Negative, there are no Vulcan life signatures within a 200 mile radius of the city. The magnetic storm is ionizing the atmosphere and slowing our progress, but the sensors are fully functioning. They simply appear to have disappeared, sir.”  

“Where the hell could they have gotten to so quickly!” McCoy cried.

“Communications are out too, Doctor,” came Uhura’s voice from his right.  

“Now, that’s not the ionization’s doing.” McCoy caught sight of Scotty monitoring the senor readings. “There’s something else going on here. Do we have any reason to suspect sabotage? Someone opposed to the membership discussions?”   

McCoy rounded on the delegation member still standing near the bridge doors looking rather unsure of what to do with himself. “Has there been any resistance to Capernia joining the Federation?” 

“T-There are always certain segments of the population which don’t take kindly to change and oppose an upset to the status quo,” he began, nervously looking around at each face, “but most have proved to be harmless.”

“’Most?’ But not all?”

“Y-yes, since the negotiations began in earnest last year, there has been one fringe movement in particular which has intensified its activities -rallying followers, harassing council members.”

“And you didn’t think to mention this to our security detail?!”

“We secured the plaza and all surrounding buildings in preparation for today, closing these areas to the public. I feel we were adequately-” the man withered under McCoy’s glare. “O-of course, as this happened under our watch, we will offer our full cooperation with any search operations you conduct.”

Scotty put a hand on McCoy’s not-so-quietly seething shoulder as he stepped forward and spoke in neutral tones “We would appreciate your help deciding which cities we should prioritize in our subsequent scans, Councilor.”

The man swallowed before nodding eagerly, “Y-yes, of course. Anything.”

“Don’t you worry, Doctor. The Enterprise has the best scanners of any ship in this sector. This isn’t the worst she’s seen -nothing as serious as the storms on Rigel-12. Even with the interference, we’ll find them.”

McCoy looked from Scotty to the blank sensor screen behind him. “Let’s hope your right about that.”       

tbc.

 

 

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“One double celled quantum battery!” Jim called. “And transfer coil!” He held the wire aloft triumphantly in his gloved hand as he approached the Vulcan who accepted a box and excused himself from two men at the door of a nearby shop. They eyed his ear’s curiously as he donned his hat before closing the door and retreating into to warmth of the store.

“I was also successful. I believe a-all that remains is the prythum filament.” Spock struggled under the weight of the large box-like calibrator, shifting it uncomfortably in his arms.   

“Here, let me give you a hand with that.”

Together with only a little slipping and sliding they hauled the calibrator through the streets and to their room where with a final heave-ho, they managed to place it on the edge of the rickety table. It groaned loudly in protest but seemed to support the weight.

“Ah!” Jim put his hands on his knees breathing heavily.   

“After we obtain…the prythum filament,” Spock panted, shimmying the calibrator into place on the table, “we’ll…we’ll have amassed all the necessary tools for…assembly….” Spock trailed off trying to catch his breath. He seemed to be having a considerably harder time of it than Jim himself.

Jim watched as Spock put a hand to his head and swayed, apparently unsteady on his feet. He took a step forward and faltered, barley managing to place a hand on the wall to keep himself upright.

Jim was by his side in an instant gripping Spock’s forearm to help steady him. “You all right?”

 “I am…mildly disorientated.”

Jim looked closely at his friend. What little color had been there was drained from his face save for the green flush around his nose and cheeks.

Maintaining his grip on Spock’s arm he helped him to the bed where he sat gratefully.

“Seems like your self-assessment may have been premature.” 

“Indeed. Today has proven to be more strenuous than I initially anticipated.”

“Why don’t you lay down for a minute? Let me go find a whatchamacallit-filament.

Spock looked at him skeptically. “Your inability to remember precisely what it is you are looking for does little to inspire confidence. ‘Pythum filament’ is not e-even… ” he trailed off his breath catching. “Hih-ISSshh!” 

Jim made for the door. “I’ll wake you when I return and find myself out of my element.” He was confident he could do some of the basic wiring and maybe even get it all right on the first go. He had a passing familiarity with bridge radio wiring from his time at the academy. Spock would definitely need to do all the complicated connections though. Hand on the doorknob, he turned. “Is that alright?”  

“Has it occurred to you that there is a certain…inefficiency in questioning me about things you’ve already made your mind about?”

Jim grinned. “It gives me emotional security.”   

**********************************

“Thank you, Councilor.”

Sulu laid in the first set of coordinates before leaving the councilor under the watchful eye of Lt.Chekov and approaching McCoy who was talking in hushed tones with Scotty.

“…I just can’t shake the feeling we missed something down there.” McCoy mused arms crossed pensively.

“Are you proposing another sweep of the area?”

“No, I trust the sensors. My stomach just won’t sit right until I see for myself where they disappeared from. Councilor!”

The little man jumped. “Y-yes?”

“Would you be kind enough to escort me back down to Ostra? I’d like to take the route the Captain and our Science Officer were planning to take myself.”

“O-Of course.”  

[ellwren]

Yes! This is fantastic!

[mystic-chibi]

@ellwren Thank you! I'm glad you like it! 

 

Part III

Jim set down his screwdriver, leaving Spock crouching beside the calibrator. He rubbed his neck as he stood. “I would have gotten there eventually.”

The Vulcan looked up at his dubiously. “No, Jim. I do not believe you would have.”  

It had taken Jim quite a while to track down the filament, a blessing in disguise as in his absence Spock seemed to have taken his advice and rested. The color had returned to his face and he appeared as focused as ever. But a new problem presented itself as Jim’s stomach gave a very audible growl. 

“Fancy a bite to eat?”

“Not particularly, but it would be wise; and something to drink would be most welcome.”

Donning their coats and gloves once more, they soon found themselves in a rapidly emptying street. From around a raised arm, his only shield against the snow and wind, Jim saw a store front which remained brightly illuminated. He could faintly hear music as people moved in and out. He looked at Spock and nodded in the direction of the pub.

Hurriedly shutting the door behind them to keep as much of the snow outside where it belonged, they were soon ushered to a table near the far wall. Shrugging off his coat, Jim looked around at his fellow patrons while the waiter stood patiently by the table.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll take one of those,” he said nodding to a mass of glasses on table beside theirs, “and…one of those. Spock what do you-?”

“hh’GNT! GNT! Hh’GNT’cht!”

“He’ll have the same,” he smiled up the waiter. 

Spock sniffed quietly as he took off his gloves and settled back in his chair. He made no moves to remove his snow-covered coat or hat.

For all the rest Spock had earlier, he seemed hard hit by their excursion outside. Despite not having been exposed to the harsh winds for more than 10 minutes, his nose and cheeks had become flushed with green.

The waiter promptly returned with two steaming glasses, setting them on the table wordlessly. Spock immediately cupped one in his hands holding it close to his chest, making sure none of its heat was lost.

Jim cleared his throat and when Spock looked up, Jim gestured to the hat.

Spock’s face betrayed nothing has he removed it but, as he placed it on his lap, Jim felt he understood why his friend had left it on. He had thought Spock’s cheeks and nose were green, but they were nowhere near as shocking as his ears.

“Hey!” Jim was apparently not the only one to have noticed. “What do you call those?!”

Spock turned in his seat to face the drunkard. “I call them ears.”

The man blinked. “You trying to be funny?”

“…Never.”

Jim glanced nervously between the two men as the swaying figure blinked again slowly. To his relief the man burst into laughter, shaking his head as he staggered back to the bar.

Spock coughed softly turned back around in his chair.  

 Jim cleared his throat. “They, uh, they supposed to be that color?”

“Like humans, Vulcan’s ears are made of cartilage. That, coupled with the surface area to volume ratio, and exposure away from the body, causes them to experience cold more severely than the rest of the body.” 

“You wouldn’t call… this,” Jim waved a hand at the rest of Spock “severe?”

“Hh’GNT!”

Jim raised both eyebrows at the response.  

“Exposure to such extreme temperatures as these takes more of a physical toll on my body than yours. The recovery time is significantly longer for a Vulcan than for a human.” He paused to drink from the glass. “The longer the exposure, the longer the cumulative recovery time.”  

Jim looked at him guiltily. “And here I dragged you out again.”

“Not at all, Captain. Your desire to obtain food was most logical, while the decision to accompany you was my own.” 

Presently, the food arrived. “Well, let’s eat up. The sooner we contact can the ship, the sooner we’re outta here.”

 *****************  

“W-we secured this entire area. No one could have come in without us knowing.”

McCoy squinted against the sun looking out in the direction Jim and Spock were supposed to have gone. There really was nothing. Only the research stations broke the horizon line. This seemed to rule out ambush -no way something could have snuck up on them.

“That’s where they were headed, is it?” he looked again at the research stations as he spoke.

“Yes, Doctor. B-but if you will remember, they never made it to the laboratories.”

“I’d like to take a look if it’s all the same to you.” Without waiting for a reply McCoy headed down the path. “Nobody saw them disappear, so we have no idea how far they got.”        

As they approached the most western facing building, a tall man in a lab coat came out to meet them.

“Dr.Baker, Counclior” he said as he extended his hand to the squat man beside McCoy. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“You are aware of the investigation into the whereabouts of the two federation delegates? 

“Yes, if only Dr.Bergholt or myself had gone to meet them and guided them ourselves…perhaps things would have ended differently.” He took in McCoy’s uniform. “I hope we can figure out whatever became of your colleagues, Mr…?”

“Leonard McCoy.”

“The chief medical officer of the Enterprise.”

“Ah, a Starfleet doctor! You must forgive our humble facilities. I’m sure they seem like relics compared to what you have onboard.”

“I don’t know what you have going on inside -or if I’d even understand half of it,” he looked the building up and down, “but it looks quite impressive if you ask me.”

“Ah,” Dr.Baker waved a hand dismissively, “the medical mind and the scientific mind are not so different.”

Images of a certain Vulcan Science Officer filled his head. “Ha! Now, I’m going to have to respectfully disagree with you there.”

“I was accompanying Dr.McCoy as he attempted to determine the last known whereabouts of Captain Kirk and Science Officer Spock; you will tell us if you see anything.”

“Of course.”

McCoy saw a red-haired woman also in a lab coat approaching from the building on the right.

“And you will pass the message on to the rest of the lab staff?” 

Dr.Baker’s eyes flashed when he saw the woman approaching. “Yes, gentlemen. Of course. Good luck on your search. -Dr. Hamley! These men were just leaving.”

McCoy eyed the woman’s sever expression apprehensively. What he had mistook for a lab coat from afar was in fact a white gown. “Apologizes if we’ve kept your partner from his work.”  

“That’s quite alright,” she reassured him, flashing a charming smile.

“I wish I could have been of more help to you, gentlemen. Forgive me, some of our experiments are of a time sensitive nature and need to be monitored closely.” Dr.Baker smiled apologetically as he held the door open for Dr.Hamley.

An object in his waist band caught McCoy’s attention and he uttered a cry of surprise. “That’s a Starfleet standard issue phaser! Now how’d you get your hands on one of those?”

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Dr.Hamley had grabbed it and was aiming it in their direction, all traces of her former smile gone.

“Walk,” she said ushering them into the building.

No other commands were issued as they were forced deeper into the lab.

It was with little comfort that McCoy noted that the councilor seemed equally horrified at the events unfolding. ‘At least he’s on our side,’ he mused to himself.  

The councilors musings however were much less private. “This is outrageous! Believe me when I say there will be consequences! Kidnapping a member of high council! Kidnapping a Federation Starship Captain and First Officer-!”

“-and their Chief Medical Officer-”

 “When this is through, you will be-”

What Dr.Hamley would be, McCoy never found out. For at that moment they were pushed forward, landing several seconds later on a much-colder-than-expected floor.        

 

[Shamaël]

... Spock...   How can I thank you enough for this??? Xenobiology 101 is one of my favorite stories on the forum.

8 hours ago, mystic-chibi said:

“I call them ears.”

... Classical! 

8 hours ago, mystic-chibi said:

“Exposure to such extreme temperatures as these takes more of a physical toll on my body than yours. The recovery time is significantly longer for a Vulcan than for a human.”

Did I mention that I LOVE Spock? No? Well, I do. Thank you!!!!! I'm looking forward tothe next part!

[ellwren]

On 6/11/2019 at 9:09 AM, mystic-chibi said:

For all the rest Spock had earlier, he seemed hard hit by their excursion outside.

Oh, Spock 💚

This is perfect.

[mystic-chibi]

@Aliena H. It's one of my favorites, too! I'm glad she let me run with it. You're so sweet! :) Thanks for reading! 

@ellwren Thank you for keeping me motivated!! 

 

 

Part VI

“Bones!”

Jim rushed forward to pull his friend to his feet and was nearly hit by a second person coming through the portal.

“Hey! Wait! Sto-!” but it was too late. The portal was shrinking rapidly and soon he was squinting to see in the fast approaching darkness.

“Jim!? Jim, is that you!?”

“Yeah, Bones. It’s me.” Helping both men to their feet Jim suddenly felt a cold wave of fear overtake him. “Is the ship alright? The crew?”

“They’re fine.” McCoy said straightening up and adjusting his uniform. “We’re the only ones in this mess. Is Spock with you?”

“He’s working on boosting the communicator signal.”  

“Ibpekt! Both officers started and looked at the council member. “They’ve stranded us in Ibpekt!”

“How can you tell?”

“Those peaks.” he pointed towards the mountains Jim and Spock had descended, rising ominously above the edge of the city. “We can be nowhere else.”

“Not a hospitable place, I’ll tell you that.”

“You were there?” he turned back to Jim, concern evident in his voice. At Jim’s nod he became solemn. “Then you are lucky to be alive. To be marooned on the mountain is a death sentence.”

McCoy glared at the snow, crossing his arms tightly to his chest. Jim was impressed. Somehow the good doctor had managed to be more upset than Spock by their current surroundings.

“Had to be marooned in goddamn Siberia!”

“Relax!” Jim called over the wind which had begun to pick up again. Then with a grin he patted McCoy on the shoulder. “Come on, I know where to find you a coat!”  

*****************

Their two fellow castaways properly clothed, Jim led them down the hall to their room, footfalls softened by the old carpet. The only thing that could be heard was the worried muttering of the councilor. “…can’t believe….” Severely shaken by the whole ordeal, he hugged his coat to himself like a security blanket.

“Bones,” Jim said softly, “is he alright?”

The doctor glanced back at the councilor. “Had a good scare. -We all have... But it must be a blow to be betrayed by one of your own…”

Jim nodded and McCoy fell back in step with the councilor.

As they neared the door to their room, an unrestrained “hh’ghISSCHH’uh!” could be heard from inside.

Not wanting his friend to feel ambushed, Jim knocked before opening the door.

“Spock?” A cursory glance around the room didn’t reveal his location. “We’ve got company,” he continued as he ushered in their guests. 

Spock presently appeared from the other side of the giant makeshift radio he had been wiring. “Councilor Darmak!”

‘Of course Spock remembers his name,’ Jim though bitterly.

“And Doctor McCoy!” Spock raised an eyebrow and looked to Jim for an explanation. “This is most unexpected.”

“Nice to see you too, Spock.” McCoy said dryly, shrugging off the heavy coat and tossing it on the nearest bed.

A strong “Hh’GNT!” prompted him to look at the commander more closely, practiced eyes of a physician taking in Spock’s pallor. “What the hell happened to you?”

“A mild respiratory infection, nothing you need to concern your self ov-”

“I’ll be the judge of that!”

The room was presently filled with the soft whirling of McCoy’s tricorder.

Spock stared straight ahead, seemingly having resigned himself to the inevitable fussing of the good doctor.

“Pulse 242, blood pressure practically nonexistent. -That is if you can call that green stuff in your veins blood.”

“The readings are perfectly normal for me, Doctor,” he said raising a placating hand. “And as far as my anatomy being different from yours, I am delighted.” Ignoring the doctor’s continued hovering, he turned back to the table and picked up a screwdriver.

“Hold still, will you?!” McCoy protested angrily.

Watching his two best friends bicker made Jim feel more at ease than he had in days. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms with a bemused smile. “’Delighted,’ Spock? You’re becoming more and more human every day.”

Spock looked over at him indignantly. “There is no reason to insult me, Jim.”

“Spock! You really shouldn’t be moving around so much!” McCoy was looking at his tricorder. “Your tem-”

“…terprise here, do you read?” Lt.Uhura’s voice accompanied by heavy static sent all four men bolting toward the table.

“Spock here.” He worked quickly to stabilize the signal. “Your signal is weak, can you up your gain?”   

They waited with bated breath straining to discern anything through the static.

“Enterprise here, Commander. You’ve had us mighty worried,” Scotty’s voice filled the room. “Are you alright? Is the Captain with you?”

“Yes, Scotty. We’re alright,” Kirk leaned forward to speak over Spock’s shoulder. “And all accounted for…Doctor McCoy and Councilor Darmak are with us.”

“Where the blazes are you?”

“The mining outpost of Ibpekt.” Spock fielded this one. “An environment of arctic charactertis-”

“He means it’s cold!” McCoy drowned him out. “Can you beam us out of here?” 

“Negative. The ion storm is currently covering the majority of the northern hemisphere of the planet. It’s wreaking havoc on our systems. We dare not use the transporter in these conditions.”

Kirk leaned in closer. “But if we were on another part of the planet, we’d have transport capabilities?”

“As sure as anything, Captain.”

“Councilor, does this city have transporter capabilities of any kind?”

“One. It’s the only way to transport the mining equipment.” He sketched a crude map of the area. “It’s in the mountains…around here.” He indicated more or less where Kirk and Spock had been initially marooned.

“Can you get us in?”

“It is easy enough to find but…” the councilor hesitated.

“Councilor?”

“The…the men,” he began. “If you -we were marooned in Ibpekt, there’s a chance the workers are involved.”

An uncomfortable silence followed.

“Captain,” Scotty’s voice again. “Could you tr-”

At that moment the door to the room blasted apart and several men filled the doorway, weapons raised. One took aim at the radio which began giving off sparks, crackling and hissing violently, their connection to the Enterprise broken. Another shot the councilor who had crumpled to the floor with a cry.     

“Phaser!” Jim yelled to McCoy, catching it as he stepped into the bathroom doorway. 

Spock pulled McCoy behind the now-useless radio which was billowing smoke and sparks helping to shield them from view.  

Jim stepped round the door and managed to drop one of the gunmen before ducking back, barley avoiding a shot which cut deeply into the doorframe.

“Get out of here! I’ll cover you!”

McCoy and Spock scrambled to the window under cover of Jim’s fire.

Spock was the first through the window.

“Jim! Jim we’ve gotta go!”

“Go! I’ll catch up!” He chanced an aimed shot around the doorframe, a strangled cry telling him it hit as he pulled himself back against the bathroom wall, just missing having his ear lopped off. He fired blindly round the corner. “Get to the transporter!”

“We aren’t leaving without you!”

“That’s an order!”

“Damn it, Jim!” McCoy chanced one last look at the scorch marked doorframe before hauling himself out the window after Spock.  

*************************

“Captain!?...Commander!?” The bridge crew watched anxiously as Scotty turned to Uhura who was trying to reroute the connection. “Can you get them back, Lieutenant?”

“Negative, sir. Their signal is gone.”

The ship lurched to the left.    

“Give me readings on that storm,” Sulu called. 

“Negative ionic concertation 1.64 x 10 to the 9^th power meters.”

 “Radiation wavelength: 370 Angstorms.”

“Harmonics?” Scotty had come to stand near Sulu at the Captain’s chair.

 “Upward along entire spectrum.”

 Sulu looked at the engineer's pensive expression. “What is it Mr.Scott?”   

“Any more of that and our instruments won’t work at all." 

tbc... 

 

[mystic-chibi]

Part V

At least Spock seemed reasonably sure they were heading in the right direction. McCoy pulled his leg up out of the snow with a grunt. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. No coats, his tricorder in god knows what condition after all the hit his medical bag took…“How much further do you reckon?” he yelled over the wind in Spock’s general direction.  

“Approximately…another five kilometers. Only two more… to the base of the mountain,” Spock puffed heavily.

From the corner of his eye McCoy saw him stumble slightly as he also fought to wrench his boots out of the snow. They trudged on in silence for a while, concentrating all energy on their footing, heads bent against the wind.    

McCoy raised a red, stinging hand to shield his eyes and chanced a glace ahead. The stars would have offered light enough to walk by, but the snow had reduced visibility practically zero. “How the hell can you see where we’re going? You Vulcan’s got super vision the rest of us don’t know about?”   

He received no reply.

 McCoy looked around, surprised to see how far behind Spock had fallen. “Spock?” he yelled back.

Arms folded tightly over his chest, body half bent against the wind, Spock looked up. The look on his face suggesting he had not realized how far behind he’d fallen.

He raised his voice over this wind. “Doctor, I…” McCoy watched him hop awkwardly from foot to foot trying not to sink deeper into snow before continuing. “I need your assistance.”   

“I must be hallucinating,” he muttered to himself as he began to retrace his steps back towards the Vulcan. He looked up from his boots in time to see Spock stumble again then collapse.

“Dammit, Spock!” McCoy ran clumsily sending snow flying as he rushed to grab at his friend’s shoulders. “Always have to have a flare for the dramatic, don’t you?”

A set of coughs preceded Spock’s reply. “My ankle, Doctor. It is broken.”

McCoy’s tricorder, miraculously undamaged, confirmed. All swelling would be contained as long as they left his boot on, but a dark green black bruising was visible under his sock. How long had it been broken to already have such deep bruising?      

“We can’t stay out here. We’ll freeze to death. Can you stand?” Together they clumsily righted themselves. Spock grimaced as he shifted weight to his good leg, arm around McCoy’s shoulder. His breathing was ragged.

“Let’s get to the base of the mountain. I’ll fix you up there once we get some shelter from this wind.”  

*************************

It was hard to tell how much time passed. McCoy didn’t know how long night lasted on Capernia, though it didn’t seem to be nearing sunrise anytime soon.

Their pace was slow-going, and Spock was putting more and more weight on the doctor’s shoulders, whether consciously or not McCoy couldn’t say.

He had to resist the urge to look back over his shoulder for any sign of Jim. Just when he was seriously beginning to wonder if he’d be able to haul the Vulcan any further by himself, he saw it.

“There!” The base of the mountain was coming into view through the snow. 

It was another 20 minutes before they found an opening large enough to offer them refuge. McCoy deposited Spock just inside the entrance as he inspected the deeper reassesses of the cave hoping to find it empty. The abandoned remnants of a campfire and lack of any animal remains showed it was used more recently by humans than wildlife.

McCoy set to work on the fire, then turned to attend to his patient who had managed to limp closer to the heat but appeared torn between venturing nearer and abandoning the support the wall offered.

By the light of the fire McCoy was able to fully take in the Vulcan’s haggard appearance. He was frightfully pale, save for his cheeks, nose, and ears which were flushed a deep shade of green. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, his eyes fever bright, and still breathing heavily.

Keeping his observations to himself for now, he wordlessly helped Spock into a sitting position before kneeling down to begin work on his ankle. 

It was a fairly clean break and he made fast work of it. “That should hold you over until we get back to the ship.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” He rotated it cautiously as he rubbed at his nose, sniffing cautiously before looking up. “Shall I take first watch for the Captain?”

McCoy nearly fell over. “Spock, have you completely lost your mind?! You’re in no condition to do any such thing!”

“Your emotional outburst is most unnecessary.”

“Well, you’re being completely irrational!”

“I see no reason to sit here and be in-insulted, Doc..tor…hh’HGNT!”

“You can barely sit up at all!”

 “You know, gentlemen,” came a familiar voice, “carrying on like that is not becoming of Starfleet Officers.” Jim came into view removing his gloves and giving them his best disappointed parent face.

“Jim!” McCoy scrambled to his feet.

Spock also attempted to stand but quickly found it was safer to stay seated. “May I inquire as to how you determined our location?”

“A hunch.”

Spock raised an eyebrow.

“Well I found you, didn’t I?”

“Your illogical approach to search and rescue does have its advantages on occasion.” 

“I prefer to call it ‘inspired.’”

“As you w-wish.” He ducked his head to the side and coughed harshly, the adrenaline and sheer willpower he’d been using to push himself forward vanishing before their eyes.

Fatigue winning out, he slumped against the wall all sense of composure abandoned. Leaning his head back, he let his hand fall against his chest. He closed his eyes as a shiver racked his body.

 “At least your body knows how to talk some sense into you.”

Jim lowered the setting on his phaser and pointed it at the back wall of the cave. When he felt the rock begin to radiate the heat, he holstered it again.

Spock kept his eyes closed. Even when he undoubtedly heard the doctor’s tricorder whirling away around him once more, he offered no word of protest.

Only when McCoy’s movements stilled and silence filled the cave, did he finally open his eyes. McCoy’s back was to him and he was inspecting several hyposprays by the light of the fire. A pile of cracked vials, now useless, lay next to his scorched medical bag.   

McCoy felt his gaze. “For the fever. It’s not ideal, but it’s all I can do for now.”    

Spock didn’t answer but rolled up his sleeve. McCoy administered the hypo as Jim phasered another rock outcropping.

“Let me tell you something,” McCoy said taking a seat next to Spock. Jim took this as his cue to find more rocks to phaser, moving away.

“In this galaxy, there’s a mathematical probability of three million M-class planets. And in all of the universe, three million galaxies like this. And in all of that and perhaps more, only one of each of us.”

Spock made as if to speak.

“I know you’re the closest of any of us to having a “second you,” but even you and the Ambassador have been shaped differently by your experiences.” McCoy looked directly at his friend now. “There’s only one of you, Spock. Don’t destroy him.”       

“…Thank you, Leonard,” Spock managed softly.

After a few minutes of silence, they heard Spock’s labored breath evening and turned to see the Vulcan sound asleep.    

tbc...

[Jelloicious]

Late to the party, but I''ll do my best to catch up!  This is fantastic!!
 

On 6/9/2019 at 2:21 AM, mystic-chibi said:

“Has it occurred to you that there is a certain…inefficiency in questioning me about things you’ve already made your mind about?”

Jim grinned. “It gives me emotional security.”   

Hahahahah!  The voices are perfect!

On 6/9/2019 at 2:21 AM, mystic-chibi said:

Spock looked at him skeptically. “Your inability to remember precisely what it is you are looking for does little to inspire confidence. ‘Pythum filament’ is not e-even… ” he trailed off his breath catching. “Hih-ISSshh!” 

Yep, there is more of that lovely interplay, right there!

On 6/11/2019 at 8:09 AM, mystic-chibi said:

“I would have gotten there eventually.”

The Vulcan looked up at his dubiously. “No, Jim. I do not believe you would have.”  

Okay, 'fessing up to reading this as straight fanfic, before I even get to the sneezy bits.   This is really nice!

 

On 6/14/2019 at 3:43 AM, mystic-chibi said:

“Had to be marooned in goddamn Siberia!”

This is really well done!   I adore Spock, and these three friends.  I really like how you've captured the tone and feel of Trek here.  I look forward to reading more!

 

[ellwren]

8 hours ago, mystic-chibi said:

“Shall I take first watch for the Captain?”

That is so Spock!

❤️

[Shamaël]

I love how you introduce TOS quotes into the reboot universe. It sounds perfectly natural ("emotional security"... and "don't destroy him"... awwww). Aaaannnnd Spock-McCoy's interaction, of course. I can't wait to read what will come next!

[mystic-chibi]

@Jelloicious Thank you!!! I always try to honor the feel or voices of the original characters, so your comments made my day ! 😆 I'm super happy you're enjoying the story as much as the kink! 😊

@ellwren Spock is nothing if not unwavering in his loyalty. 💙

@Aliena H. Yay, you noticed the quotes!  Aw, thank you!! It's hard for me to get a good TOS/reboot balance, so it means a lot that you think it works!  

 

 

 

 

Part VI 

Jim rolled onto his side toward the fire and looked out the cave. The wind had calmed considerably but the snow was still falling steadily, blanketing the mountain pass. It had a surreal affect on the area seeming to muffle all sound. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it looked peaceful.

What, he wondered, had woken him?

“Hah-hn’gxhtCH!”

Oh. 

He raised himself on his elbows and peered around the fire at his First Officer who was bent away from him, recovering from the poorly contained outburst.

“Bless you.”

Spock jumped slightly and looked over his shoulder clearly chagrined at being the cause of Jim’s wakeful state. He sniffed thickly behind his hands. “My apologies.”

Jim could hear the congestion and lingering fatigue in his voice. His eyes however, seemed less fever bright and he was no longer shivering.

Spock seemed about to say more, when he leaned away with more successfully suppressed “hh’NGT!”

A sigh escaped him as he dropped his hand to his lap sniffing thickly once more. Stifling certainly wasn’t doing anything for him.

“Spock,” Jim said softly, “that can hardly be the best use of your energy.”

“It would be most regrettable if all of us were to lose sleep.”

Jim saw him glance across the fire to where Bones lay with his back to them, chest rising and falling softly.Though to the Vulcan’s credit, when his breath caught again moments later, he didn’t raise a hand, opting instead to bury his face in the crook of his arm.

“huH’RHFFSCHuhh!”

That seemed to do the trick for now.

Jim noticed with concern that his friend’s hand had migrated to wrap protectively on his stomach.

 “You alright?”

“Dr.McCoy’s hypospray is acting like all his hyposprays -turning my stomach. Other than that, I am-”

“-If your blood were red instead of green, you wouldn’t have an upset stomach.”

 “I’m aware it was the only variety of hypospray you had at your disposal, Doctor. And it was most effective.”

It was evident to Jim by the look on Bones’ face that he was at a loss as to how to process in this uncharted territory. Bones wasn’t good with compliments or flattery in general; being comforted by Spock of all people seemed to have short-circuited his brain.

“huH’RHFFSCHuhh!” Busy burying the lower half of his face in his elbow, Spock was unable to comment.

“Go back to sleep, Bones,” Jim said gently.

Glad to oblige the doctor rolled over, his back to them once more.

Not wanting to stare as Spock blew his nose, Jim directed his attention to the fire. The cracked hypos lying forgotten near him glinting innocently in the fire light.

He recognized some of their uses by their serial numbers: general antivenin, anesthesia. Others he was entirely unfamiliar with.

He turned one such vial over in his palm, hoping Bones’ label could offer a hint, though given how illegible Bones’ handwriting was, he doubted it. The first letter was definitely an S…or was it an ornate O?…could that be an H -no, a K?

He blinked as his brain finally made sense of the letters. S-p-o-c-k.

‘Spock?’  

Jim looked at Bones with a newfound respect.

Of course! As the ship’s chief doctor, Bones had to be able to make sense of the anatomy of every crewman, human or otherwise. The average starship crew was still roughly 70% human. Medicines and even routine medical checks would have to be tailor made to fit the physiology of each alien crew member. -Another aspect of human anatomy Jim had taken for granted.

Vulcans were notoriously protective of their privacy and Spock was certainly no exception, but Jim wondered if this didn’t add to Spock’s avoidance of Sickbay for mild illnesses and injuries -just another reminder of his other-ness.

“Remember Gamma Trianguli VI?” Jim joined Spock against the wall. “You pushed me out of the way of that… plant? Monster?…thing, sacrificing yourself.”

“As I explained at the time, Captain, I had no intention of being targeted in your place. It was merely my own clumsiness which prevented me from moving out of the way in time.”

“Yes,” he smiled, “you know now that you mention it, I do recall you saying something like that. Do you remember what I asked you?”

“You asked if I was aware of how much Starfleet had invested in me. -Captain, are you attempting to provoke some form of nostalgic sentiment?”  

“No, Spock. I…I want to apologize.”

“I do not follow.”

“You were able to give me a precise number –the exact number of years, months, weeks and days. And…and for all that time Starfleet has failed to accommodate you. I’ve failed. You constantly have to make adjustments...”   

“I have been fully aware of the challenges an alien physiology presents since long before joining Starfleet. I am quite used to making the necessary adapt…adaptations, C-Captain.” He raised a curved finger to rub at the underside of his nose.  

Kirk mused his answer. Being the only half-Vulcan-half-human must have presented challenges even on his home planet.

Shoulders relaxing as he sniffed sharply forcing the sneeze back, Spock continued. “I believe the same can be said for all non-human crewman.”

“So why do it? Why put yourself through this?”    

“Because we are stronger together. If we are to survive, it will be because one day we realize that every member of our society has something to offer and that the contributions of all of us working together, will get us further.”

Jim couldn’t be sure, but he felt his friend has begun speaking of his own species and his personal potential to contribute.

How much recognition or even understanding had Spock received on his home planet? As valuable and irreplaceable as his contributions to Starfleet as an officer were, could it be he had received…none?  

Undervalued and misunderstood at home, forced to adapt and cope with the conditions of a fully Vulcan word, then a human world…For once Jim was glad his friend didn’t put much stock in emotions; if he did, he would surly feel quite alone.  

Spock leaned away as best he could as he lost his grip on the sneeze from earlier. “huH’RHFFSCHuhh!”    

The faint blue glow to the sky signaled the approach of dawn. “Maybe we should get a move on while the weathers on our side.”

“Most logical, Captain.”

Soon the three men stood at the entrance of the cave. McCoy looked up, taking in Capernia’s double moons still visible through the morning light.

“Don’t see something like that every day. If only the company were better…It would be quite the romantic scene.”

“Really, Doctor?” said Spock as he stepped from the cave snow crunching softly under his boots.

“Spock, surly Vulcans feel something when they look at the moon.”

“Vulcan has no moon, Doctor.”

Jim laughed and McCoy made a face.  

“I’m not surprised.”

***

***    

“Captain!”

Jim and McCoy quickly joined Spock behind the rock outcropping. Peaking around it path Jim could make out a guard standing in front of the entrance to the mine’s transporter several meters up the path.

McCoy poked his head around the rock as well. “How do we know whose side he’s on?”

“We take no chances.”

Jim nodded at Spock who made his way left along the rocks. Jim signaled for McCoy to follow and stay right.

Once they had gotten closer, Jim jumped into the center of the path, cupping his hands to his mouth. “Hello there! We could use some help.”

He waved his hands above his head to get the guards attention.

“We seem to be stranded!”

The guard took several steps in their direction before crumpling to the ground as Spock appeared behind him laying a hand on his shoulder.

Jim and McCoy pulled the unconscious man behind a nearby rock as Spock inspected the door. “We need an identification card, Captain.”

Jim stuck his hand into the man’s coat pocket producing one such card with a triumphant smile.     

“Alright, we’re in!”

Hearing voices echo off the high walls, they kept low, crouching behind equipment as they made their way across the hanger.

“Jim, over there!”

Looking in the direction McCoy’s indicated, Jim saw a door to an adjacent room. The words “Control Center” were visible above the door. They hurried across the open space and through the door, locking it behind them.

Jim and McCoy froze, the control panel was enormous -about three times as large as that of the Enterprise.

“Uh, Spock?”

The Vulcan stepped forward to inspect the panel.

“Please tell me this is because it’s an old clunky model…”

“It does appear to be an older model, Captain,” he paused peering closer. “Despite its size, it is simpler in function than the transporter aboard the Enterprise.”

Jim let out a sigh of relief. “Bones, go stand watch…Can you bypass the manual controls for an automatic timed transport?”

With a powerful yank Spock removed one of the panels fronts exposing a web of wires which he began calmly combing through.

“Affirmative.”  

“Never thought I’d be this happy to be stranded with you, Spock” McCoy quipped from the door.  

Equipment clanged from beyond the door caused them all to still, holding their breath.

A false alarm.    

“Captain, it appears this transporter is wired for the specifications of the mining equipment. I am unable to alter the maximum capacity of travelers per transportation.”

 “What do you mean?”

“It will only transport two at a time. It is written into the safety protocols.”

“You mean we have to leave someone behind!?” McCoy panicked.

“There is no need to be so dramatic, Doctor,” said Spock straightening up and plugging in coordinates. “I have completed the manual bypass, so I will send you and the Captain back to Ostra then set the program to allow myself to follow.”

Angry shouts could be heard behind the door.

“Let’s not waste any time then.” Jim and McCoy took their places uncertainly on the huge transporter platform. “Ready to transport.”

Jim watched as Spock raised the lever, hearing the familiar high pitch whirl as the transported kicked on.

Just then a blinding flash of light accompanied by a bang sent the door’s window flying as it was blown out. Jim heard Bones yelling as he saw Spock stager as he was hit, crumpling to the floor behind the controls.

Raising his phaser, Jim leapt from the pad just as McCoy disappeared behind him in a whirl of light. He fired in the direction of the door as he ran for Spock.

“Spock!”

No reply.  

“Spock!” Jim skidded to a stop beside him. The Vulcan was limp and unresponsive.

“Come on. Come on. Come on!” Jim fired over the control panel and frantically slammed on the automatic timer. Locking his phaser setting it to overheat, its warning alarm increasing in pitch as the pressure built, he hoisted Spock onto his shoulders.

He heard their signal to leave as the transporter kicked to life again. He chucked the phaser like a grenade towards the door providing them safe passage as he bolted for the transporter in the cover of its explosion.

From within the transporter’s protective hold Jim watched the door finally give, men bursting into the room just as he and Spock were pulled onto a much more modern looking well-lit transporter pad.     

“Bones!” He shouted into the commotion no doubt caused by the doctor’s unannounced arrival, sliding Spock from his shoulders and laying him down.

“Bones!” He caught a glimpse of his friend gesticulating and pointing down the hall as concerned Capernians rushed by. The doctor snapped his head around at the sound of Jim’s voice. 

“A little help here!” 

“Hh’IISSCHuhh!”

Jim whipped his head down to see Spock who had curled himself into a half-ball with the sneeze, face hidden behind steepled hands.

Jim let out a breathless laugh as he slumped beside the Vulcan the tension draining from his shoulders as Bones rushed up on the pad.  

“Hh’hxkt!” Spock lowered his hands and uncurled himself with a grimace. “Ugh.”    

“What do you say we get you fixed up here, Spock?”

“That is a most welcomed suggestion, Doctor.”

 

Afterward

Captain’s Log, Stardate 5824.739: It has been a week since our return to the Enterprise. All of us, Mr. Spock included, have made a full recovered since our time in Ibpekt and are back on full duty. The Capernians, while greatly saddened by the death of Councilor Damark, have proven to be a fair people with a strong resolve, rooting out the last of the fringe movement’s members from power.

The landing party is set to beam down to Ostra one last time for final farewells. While there, Mr. Spock has volunteered to assist Dr.Bergholt with his use of the energy-density stabilizer as he begins the heavy task of taking over Dr.Hamly’s research.

 

 

Jim stood in his dress uniform once again wondering if he couldn’t get something that wasn’t so…yellow. Smiling and making small talk, he enjoyed more of the warm people and sunshine he remembered from their first visit to the city; all the while Spock conversing agreeable at his side.

“-A token of our goodwill and the future friendship of our planets.”

A cheery woman with dark hair prompted them to raise their left arms, draping their wrists with a string of purple and silver flowers.

Jim smiled at her pleasantly as she retreated, turning to Spock who stood, arm still raised, transfixed by the flowers.

Jim looked at him cautiously. “That -uh- that does something for you?”

Spock glanced up before returning to the Caperian lei.

“Indeed it does, Captain. It makes me uncomfortable.”

Jim laughed harder than he had in a long time.  

 

Fin.  

 

 

 

[Shamaël]

I LOVED that last part!!! Bones having vials for Spock only... Jim apologizing for Starfleet's rude manners toward non-human species... And the last quote "It makes me very uncomfortable" - it's so perfect! Thank you for that story. If you have other ideas for some Star Trek, do not hesitate!

The best line was probably this one:

13 hours ago, mystic-chibi said:

It was evident to Jim by the look on Bones’ face that he was at a loss as to how to process in this uncharted territory. Bones wasn’t good with compliments or flattery in general; being comforted by Spock of all people seemed to have short-circuited his brain.

I love Spock and McCoy when they stop bickering and don't know what to do with the other's friendship...

[ellwren]

On 6/26/2019 at 12:09 AM, mystic-chibi said:

“Vulcan has no moon, Doctor.”

This was so great! I really liked the way you added these bits of TOS flavor.

[AngelEyes]

What a fantastic addition to a fantastic original story. I love where you took this. I love all the attention to details to the series you put in. Love it!

[mystic-chibi]

On 6/27/2019 at 2:49 AM, Aliena H. said:

I LOVED that last part!!! Bones having vials for Spock only... Jim apologizing for Starfleet's rude manners toward non-human species... And the last quote "It makes me very uncomfortable" - it's so perfect! Thank you for that story. If you have other ideas for some Star Trek, do not hesitate!

I love Spock and McCoy when they stop bickering and don't know what to do with the other's friendship...

Dawwwww thank you!!!! I wasn't sure how to end it, but I've always liked that scene from TOS so I figured I could draw inspiration there.   Annnnnnnnnd, I actually do have another idea for a story, so hearing you say that is really encouraging and sweet. ❤️ 

 

On 6/29/2019 at 6:52 AM, ellwren said:

This was so great! I really liked the way you added these bits of TOS flavor.

Thank you!!  I wasn't sure at first about using original quotes, but I liked the idea of having little Easter eggs as it were hidden for fans of TOS.  

8 hours ago, AngelEyes said:

What a fantastic addition to a fantastic original story. I love where you took this. I love all the attention to details to the series you put in. Love it!

Thank you!!   I was really nervous to take over such an incredible story from such a talented writer, so I'm really happy to hear you liked it!! 

[Willowwhip]

Very very good and I appreciate it

[mystic-chibi]

On 7/15/2019 at 8:11 AM, Willowwhip said:

Very very good and I appreciate it

Thanks so much!!! 😘