Title: From Gol, with Love
Author: Artemis (_ArtemisOK@aol.con_ (mailto:ArtemisOK@aol.con)
Summary: A much changed Spock returns to the Enterprise
Disclaimer: CBS Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended,
no money being made.
Feedback: Yes please
Acknowledgments: Big thanks to Janet. All
mistakes are mine
Author's Note: This is an alternate universe
story. Adm. Ciani changed professions
to fit my story.
Archiving: My Place, Spiced Peaches V, and The Spock/McCoyote's Den.
FROM GOL, WITH LOVE
Lt. Chekov was nervous when he went down
to the shuttle bay to greet the party arriving in the long range shuttle. Priority-one, this had to be, well a
top priority personage, perhaps some sort of ambassador. Chekov hoped that who ever it was had brought spare parts for the weapons array.
He mused on who could be in a hurry to join up with a crippled ship on a virtual
suicide mission as he waited for it to dock.
When the shuttle doors opened, he saw a
tall Vulcan female. She was not
beautiful, but she was what Chekov considered a handsome woman. Her features were
firm and regular, with a jaw line and cheekbones that models would kill for.
She wore only the slightest amount of make-up which accented her warm brown eyes
and sweeping brows. Her sleek, black, hair was trimmed in neat Vulcan style;
she wore Vulcan attire simple, civilian, utilitarian. Chekov had the feeling
that there was something familiar about her.
She asked, “Permission to come aboard,
“Mr. Spock?!“ Chekov gasped.
His/her voice was softer and a little bit higher, but very recognizable. Chekov
was Spock‘s protégée and spent hours with the man. Pavel didn‘t know why Mr. Spock was now female, but he recognized
her on an almost instinctive level. “Permission granted, sir! Granted!”
As Spock left the shuttle deck. Chekov
was still grinning. This was going
to be interesting. He flipped a switch and began an urgent transmission, then
he hurried to the bridge to watch the fun.
Tspok thought how strange to be back
among humans. She had planned to “rejoin
the human race” as Doctor McCoy would have it. But not now, so close to the end of a year of mental and physical change. Going
to Gol had not been easy. Telling her, then his, parents that he must become
female had been truly daunting. He
had braced himself for the worst. Sarek
surprised him, by saying, of course. Do what you must to find your true self. Lady Amanda had wept. She confessed it was from relief and promised to take her “new” daughter shopping.
Spock had always been an unusual child. The logical assumption was because he
was half Vulcan and half human. Why isn’t human capitalized? He used to ask. But there was something deeper. He was not comfortable
in his skin. From the time he had
known the difference between boys and girls he knew that he should have been
Vulcan children were raised in unisexual
manner and so for the most part it did not matter. He remembered how he had brought
shame on his parents when he cried because he had had his hair cut while cousin
T’zahn did not. His mother
whispered to him that he would feel different when he was older.
The bonding with T’Pring. Tspok shook her head. The pretty, self-assured girl had touched his mind and discovered his secret heart.
She did not understand, but sent that she always thought girls were best.
After that he tried to accept his role
in Vulcan society. He put aside the feeling that he should have been female,
told himself that it did not matter anymore than the taste of chocolate or the
bubbles of champagne. Logic was his
solace and his touchstone.
It was illogical to want the things
you could not have. Spoke reminded
himself, until Leonard had been assigned to the Enterprise. It was after the affair of the enormous
amoebae that he confessed all to his friend and lover. Doctor McCoy thought the
reason took so many “damned fool” chances with his life, latent suicidal
tendencies stemming from his repressed need to be female. It was with Leonard’s approval and encouragement that Spock
found the courage to go to Gol and begin again.
And now, Tspok was about to meet the second
most important human in her life.
The turbo lift doors to the bridge opened
and she stood there taking in the chaos.
Kirk looked up to see an elegant, Vulcan female framed in the door way. He smiled warmly and stepped up out of the pit to greet her personally.
“How do you do? I’m Admiral
James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. “He didn’t notice Decker
wince.“ While I’m flattered that the Federation should send an ambassador
on this mission, but I don’t really think that this entity will listen
to reason, miss. Miss?”
“Tspok. I am not here in an ambassadorial capacity.” She moved to the
science console where Decker was seated. “Commander, if I may...?”
It took Decker a moment to realize that
Tspok wanted to take over the console. He began getting to his feet, throwing
Kirk a look. However Kirk's attention was totally on Tspok. And she was already
intent on computations she was beginning to punch into the science computer while
unconsciously taking Decker’s place.
“I have been monitoring your Starfleet
transmissions, Admiral,“ she said, “Concerning your engine design
difficulties.” Tspok continued to enter information into the science computer.
A screen image started to show complex equations which she inspected. She punched
in more data and inspected a second image of other equations. Only then did she
seem to become aware of Kirk and Decker standing there with questioning expressions.
She continued “I offer my services as Science Officer”
“Very impressive, ma‘am“
Kirk said; “Would you be good enough to tell me who you are and just why
you think I give you a position on my bridge crew?
“I am Tspok. Formally known as Commander
Spock of the U. S. S. Enterprise, Admiral.”
She answered levelly, offering the ID plaque that Mr. Chekov didn’t
ask to see.
Kirk was dumfounded. Spock a woman? He couldn't believe it, not his best friend, his good right arm. A, what did they call it, a transsexual. And yet the evidence stood patiently in front of him. Why? He wanted to shout it across the bridge.
He never had a clue that there was anything wrong with Spock. Certainly not this,
“SPOCK?” he managed to say
“It is I. However, my new name is pronounced Zhpahk,T-s-p-o-k.” With
great difficulty, Tspok schooled her features. In her Vulcan heart, she knew that Jim would take the news badly. She
had been hoping to tell him privately, as was tradition, but the current state
of emergency left her no choice. She
could only hope that he would not over react and order her off his ship.
Chekov interjected, “Da, Ts takes
a soft zee sound as in Tsar. Or should I say tsarina?”
Meanwhile, Decker quietly took the proffered
plaque and confirmed that this person was who she claimed to be. He nodded to Commander Uhura, who took her finger off the
emergency call button.
Jim’s mind was awhirl. He did not
need this! He had a ship that was only
half functional, a first officer who most certainly resented him, a Deltan female
on his bridge. The last thing he needed was Spock with PMS. His eyes flitted
from the person in front of him to the images on the screen. The Enterprise needed his - her help. That much was certain, Kirk decided he could
lay aside his personal feelings at least until the crisis had past. He
took a deep breath and turned to Commander Decker; “If our Executive Officer has no objections...?”
Decker interrupted “Of course not.
I'm aware of Mister Spock's qualifications.” He eye caught Ilia’s
and they shared a secret smile.
“Mister Chekov, log Miss Tspok's
Starfleet commission reactivated; List him, er, her, as Science Officer; both
effective immediately.” Kirk ordered wearing his best poker face.
When the bridge doors opened again, Doctors
McCoy and Chapel appeared. Chekov alerted them before he left the shuttle bay
in case there was trouble. Chapel
took a step towards the science officer in amazement. //Don’t laugh, Chris, don’t laugh.// A quick peak at the
Admiral almost dissolved her resolve.
McCoy was grinning from ear to ear. “So
help me, I'm actually pleased to see you.” //Later, K’ka//
“And I you, Doctor.” //Later,
Lenka// Tspok turned to Kirk, “With your permission, I will now discuss
these fuel equations with the Engineer.”
“Stop by sickbay afterwards, I want
Dr. McCoy to give you a complete physical.”
“I understand, sir.” She rose
from the science station and headed to the lift doors.
Before she reached the lift, Uhura said,
“It is good to have you back.”
Tspok never let her Vulcan stoicism slide,
but she half nodded, half bowed to the comm. officer and to the other delighted
With that Kirk realized that he was being
a real asshole. She did not have
to be here, she could be safely home on Vulcan arranging flowers or whatever
it was Vulcan ladies did. Kirk called after her: “Miss Spock, welcome aboard!
Spock paused before entering the
elevator “Thank you, Admiral.” She said before the lift doors closed.
glanced, perplexed, at McCoy.
McCoy shrugged. “Never look
a gift Vulcan in the ears, Jim.”
Uhura called down to Engineering
and let Scotty know that much had changed Commander Spock/Tspok was headed his
way. Scotty said he figured that Spock was back. No one else could have come
up with those computations.
Mr. Scot did his best not to stare as he
worked along side the Vulcan commander. In the back of his mind, an idle thought
strayed to the surface. I hope she does na wear a cat suit like the sub-commanders
of old used ta do. That cleared his mind. For while Tspok was healthy and well
formed, she was not about to win Miss Universe. Ny, on the other hand…
Seventeen point four minutes later, Commander
Tspok arrived in Sick
Bay. A bemused Doctor
Chapel directed her to Doctor McCoy’s office and promptly made herself
“Commander Tspok, reporting as ordered.”
She stood at attention, chest out, stomach in. Bones walked around his desk and
“I really am glad to see you.”
He said as the stood face to face. “But you’re back early. Are you done? I mean with Gol, the treatments and therapy?” He reached to touch her and hesitated as if she were
“I had completed all necessary healings.
All that remained was the parting ceremony and my ‘coming out’ celebration. This entity actually reached out and
touched my mind. I felt compelled to join the Enterprise and confront it. The high priestess
acknowledged its pull on me and released me.” She reached out and touched his cheek. “You shaved. You
promised that you would have a full beard the next time we met.”
With eyes closed savoring the sensation
of her touch, he said, “Blasted Star Fleet regulations. It’s bad enough, they draft a man back into active duty,
but they made me shave as well.” He kissed her palm. “I’ll start another
beard for you when this is over.”
That kiss sent electric thrills though
out her body, exciting newly created erogenous zones. She kissed his lips, her
hand still on his face as if she were afraid to let go.
He embraced her. He hugged the stuffing
out of her and returned her kiss with enthusiasm.
His hand slid under her tunic and began to explore virgin territory.
She drew back to catch her breath, “This
body meets with your approval, Len?” She lifted her eyebrow.
“Are you asking me as a Vulcan or
a woman?” //I’m not walking into that trap// he thought.
//Trap?// she sent.
He sent back snippets of his life
with Juliana. “Do you like my hair
better now that its blond?” and the ensuing fight.
//I’m not Juliana.//
Aloud he said, “No shug, you’re
not. And to answer your question, in brief: Yes.
You were always at war with your true nature. I remember what an epiphany it was to discover it was not Vulcan versus human, but something buried deeper. This, “he indicated her new form, “was what you needed to stay sane. I agreed with you then and I agree with you now.”
“But, I am different.” She
said. Leonard could feel her apprehension.
“You smell the same.” He trailed
his nose along her clavicle. “You taste the same.” He nibbled at
her neck. She shivered and sighed. “Yep, that's pretty much the same, too.” His fingers lightly traced Tspok’s psi-points. “And most importantly, you are the same in here.”
“I love you, Leonard McCoy.”
“I love you, Tspok na Amanda.”
“Yes, let’s get you settled
in. You’re obviously in fine form.
I’ll take you down to your quarters and you can requisition new uniforms from
“And how do you know where my quarters
“Because I arranged for you to have
the cabin next to mine. We have an adjoining bathroom. The Enterprise is undermanned right now
and so after Chekov told me you had come aboard, I had no problem convincing
the quartermaster that old shipmates should be close.”
“An excellent idea - being close.” She tugged at his earlobe with her teeth
while trying to find a way into the new uniform. His fingers played with her nipple through the silk of her under tunic. Oh Ancestors, she needed him. She wanted to lay him across his new desk and christen
it. Logically, however, this would be inappropriate.
She broke the clinch. “Not now, beloved.
Not here. We are still in danger,
the ship and indeed, the Earth itself.” She readjusted her garments.
He laughed softly. “Well, you’re
still Spock, right enough.” He pulled him uniform top back into place.
“The best place I can think of is home. When we’re done saving the
world, what say you and I go home to our place in Georgia.”
He whispered in her sculpted ear; “Then we can take our sweet time making
“Yes, that is acceptable.”
She said dryly. She held up two fingers and he did the same to seal their pledge.
As they stepped through the office doors
into the Sick Bay,
their fingers were still touching. They stopped to let their hands do what the
rest of their bodies wanted to. Tspok
traced Len’s long, cool fingers with her hot, silky ones still fragrant
with Vulcan sand spice. The scent rose to entice him. While her face was placid,
her mind was anything, but. Leonard could feel
the torrent of her desire flowing through this tenuous connection. He looked into her eyes and felt himself go weak in the knees. She caught him around the waist, her more-than-human strength
At that moment, Admiral James T. Kirk walked
into Sick Bay. He saw before him his CMO and CSO finger
kissing, locked in an amours embrace. He
gasped and froze. They noticed him and stood apart. They faced him matter-of-factly
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” He bellowed. His face went red so fast, that
the physician part of Doctor McCoy worried that Jim was having a stroke. “WHAT IN GOD’S NAME ARE YOU DOING?”
McCoy answered with a lopsided grin. “Kissing a beautiful woman.”
“He is not a beautiful woman! He is Spock!” Kirk turned to Tspok; “You
bastard! You unnatural freak of nature. I want you off my ship!”
“Aye, aye, sir. I shall get off at
the next star base.” She was as cold as he was hot.
Damn it, he thought, the next star base
is a debris field and he knows it. “You,
you are both under arrest for violation of Articles 125 & 133 of the Uniform
Code of Military Justice. When I’m done with you, you’ll never wear a Star Fleet uniform again. Do I make
myself clear?!” He was vibrating with rage.
“Never wear Star Fleet uniform again?
Dammit, Jim. I retired from Star
Fleet. You had me recalled. Hell
- You shanghighed me! All I wanted to do was to settle down with Tspok
on my farm in Sweetwater, Georgia.” Bones was angry too. He knew that Kirk was a little homophobic,
but this was ridiculous. “Go on, bust me down to civilian, and strip me of all rank and privileges.” He took a
deep breath, “But not now. Right
now, we have a job to do. You know that as well as I do, probably better.”
“Admiral…” Tspok began.
“What?” Kirk snapped. “Do
you want to remind me that you have me over a barrel, too?”
“No, I merely wish to point out that
by the laws of my planet, I am female.
The Federation and Star Fleet recognizes Vulcan law. Therefore,
Doctor McCoy and I have not violated the UCMJ. “She tilted her head slightly,
her/his “so you see” motion.
“So, you say, mister. Let’s
find out.” He turned slightly, “Computer! Where is my JAG?”
“Admiral Lori Ciana is deceased,
as of STARDATE: 7412.6. There is currently no staff judge advocate aboard the
USS Enterprise.” The dispassionate voice of the computer reported.
Kirk slammed his hand into the bulkhead. Lori. Oh, God, Lori. How could I forget?
He punched the wall again. This time
something crunched. Kirk swore and looked down at his bloody hand. Chris quietly stepped forward from where she and half of the staff had been witness to the breaking up of an old friendship.
She took Kirk by the arm and led him to a secluded exam table.
“Christine, have you always been
a woman?” He asked, unsure of everything.
“Ever since I was a little girl,
Jim.” She reassured him as she ran the scanner over his busted hand.
To fill the echoing quiet McCoy asked:
“Articles 125 & 133?” He just had to know.
“125 - Sodomy and 133 Conduct Unbecoming
an Officer.” Tspok explained with a little shrug.
A young med tech came out with a vaporizer
and began to clean up the results of Kirk’s tantrum. She said quietly, “Doctor Chapel requests that you wait
for her in the Sick Bay Conference Room.” They both nodded.
The conference room was a litter of crates
and coffee cups. The only attempt
at organization was bank of terminals on the far bulkhead. There was a sleeping pad and a blanket in the corner.
“I guess Chris put medicine ahead
of housekeeping.” Mc Coy said with a shrug.
“Quite commendable.” Tspok
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve
ever said about me.” Lt. Commander Chapel said as she walked in. She was balancing a tray of hot drinks. “Two coffees, an Earl Grey and a Mesqat. I’m not sure what
you like Miss Tspok.”
“Earl Grey is acceptable”
Tspok and McCoy set up three small crates around one about a cubic meter.
Leonard asked, “How’s Jim?”
“Physically? He’ll mend. Doctor M’Benga is taking care of him. Greg wanted to try out the new bone
knitter.” Bones started to say
something sarcastic. “Save it, Len. I know your name is on the patent.” Len humph-ed. “Actually, I am following
the Admiral’s orders. He asked
me to keep an eye on you.”
“Doctor Chapel, I do not believe
that this is how an undercover operative should proceed.” The Vulcan said
“I prefer to think of myself as an
overt operative. It has a much better
ring, than double agent.” She explained, “Kirk assumes that I must be as
incensed and shocked as he is. Well, I’m not. I’ve known for years that you two are lovers.”
McCoy almost did a spit take. Tspok asked; “How? I thought we were very careful.”
“You can’t fool the medi-scanners.”
“And you didn’t have a problem?”
“I figured that the best man won,
so to speak.” She said lightly.
“Not just a case of the proverbial
sour grapes, Chris?” McCoy was concerned.
“Yeah, for about five minutes. At first, I howled my head off and then
I laughed. I asked "what’s Leonard got that I haven’t got" and I laughed again.” Her smile was bright
Tspok got right to the point; “Then,
you will help us.? “She look pleadingly at Doctor Chapel. “I did
not come here to cause trouble or to force a confrontation with Jim. Indeed, I would still be on Vulcan preparing for my T’pa-nek-sha.
However, this mission is of paramount importance.”
“Of course.“ She nodded. “I don’t have the Admiral’s emotional baggage. I’m a citizen of the Federation, not Bible-belt,
Iowa.” She took a sip of her
coffee. “I’ll take to Captain, damn it, Commander Decker. Hopefully, our admiral will listen to his first officer.”
“You are acquainted with Mr. Decker?”
“He didn’t pick my name at
random from the Medical Personnel Roster. We met first socially at a Deltan-human
interest seminar. That was the extent
of my anti-Vulcan backlash. We met later professionally while I was stationed at Persephone practicing zero-gee medicine.”
McCoy smiled, “I read that
paper that you and Doctor Kumar co-authored.
It was brilliant. I damned near hung it up on my refrigerator.”
“Leonard, why would you wish
to display a copy of Doctor Chapel’s dissertation on your food preservation
Chris and Leonard laughed. “Because he felt a sense of paternal pride in my accomplishment
and was tempted to display my work as many human parents do. Thanks, Pappy.”
“You’re quite welcome, chil.’”
McCoy drawled. “So Decker is open-minded?”
“He’s a good Star Fleet
officer. By-the-book, but willing to write a
new amendment when necessary. I know for a fact that he has nothing against gays and lesbians serving in the Fleet, but that’s a story he should really tell you himself.”
They all relaxed and drank their drinks.
Finally, Christine allowed herself to study Tspok clinically. “A total sex change. Now, that did surprise me. It looks good on you though. Still just
the one name?”
“I have several names. Tspok
is the one that is used with outsiders, just as Spock was. She took McCoy’s
hand. “When we reach Earth, I will append a human surname to my family
“When we reach Earth.” Chris raised her coffee cup in a toast.
“L’Chiam” The lovers
echoed. All three drained their cups, crumpled
them and tossed them into the corner.