Title: The Old Ways 1/4
Author: K.V. Wylie
Email: firstname.lastname@example.orgFandom/Series: Star Trek: The Original Series
Pairing/Main Characters: Spock/McCoy
PG, some language
Warning: AU - Major character death
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Viacom, Paramount, and
lawyers. This is non-profit fanfic, and no harm is meant.
Summary: The third chapter of my take on Spock's Pon Farr.
first chapters are 'They Sent a Vulcan' and 'They Brought
T'Kohl and I have been told to attend to the Human healer
in our community. I do not know if this duty is an honour or
The Human arrived very early this morning, before first bell.
We did not know he was here until third bell,
nor did we
expect such a visitor. No Humans come here. Pajaharnee is
closed to outsiders, especially to off-worlders.
families may not come. But a Human has.
The Master herself entered the Common Room when we were eating
Meal, to tell us about the Human. He was housed in the
old building that was once the residence of the early Masters.
had arrived with a Vulcan not of our discipline, and we
were told neither to enter the old building, nor to go into
garden surrounding it. We were told nothing more than
that, but the Master does not give explanations. It would
been unusual if she had.
My roommate, T'San, was peculiarly stimulated by the news.
She had seen two Humans once,
in a shop in Matanko. "They
change faces," she said to us, after the Master had left.
"They change faces when they speak,
and they are always
moving, as if they have leapflies in their shoes."
"You sound as though you wish to marry them,"
T'Ych said, an
insult for T'San was two years into the vow of body abstention
and her marks were low.
silenced and lowered her gaze to her bowl.
"You have never seen a Human," I said to T'Ych.
"How can one change
faces? We only have one face," T'Ych
said, as if pointing out the obvious to a child.
"They do change," T'San said,
though her eyes were still down.
"I do not know how, but they do."
"I believe you," I said to T'San.
you are as imaginative as she," T'Ych said.
T'Ych came from a distinguished family, a distinction
in this academy. Unofficially, it gave
her many liberties. I come from a family with neither name
nor fortune, but we
have honour. I raised my chin and said,
"Then let it be known I am imaginative for believing the words
of one who has
never practiced deceit."
I spoke loudly so that all at our table could hear. T'Ych
eyed me, for my public challenge
left her only three options.
She could deny her accusation, but anything that happens in
the Common Room may be brought
to an Adept for arbitration.
The penalty for the one found in the wrong is usually severe,
but the penalty for false
statement is one of the highest.
Her last options were to either apologize for the slur, or
produce evidence that
T'San was a dishonest person. T'San was
young, and her emotions often uncontrolled, but her reputation
was not one of
T'Ych took the second option. Coldly, she said, "Forgive me.
My words were unwarranted."
name rang across the room. Immediately, everyone stopped
eating and lowered their heads.
I stood and turned to face
the doorway. The Senior Adept,
T'Balq, motioned for me to come to her. Eyes circumspectly
glanced in my direction as
I passed. I did not know why I had
been singled out, and it took all of my discipline exercises
to keep my face composed.
I said, bowing.
"Come with me."
She led me outside onto the sandy pathways that ran to the
her steps slow and seemingly pained. T'Balq
was elderly, and no longer stood in front of classes, but
took one or two students as proteges. Was I
to be one?
"You have made an enemy, T'Kohl," she said at last.
is not logical," I said.
"Many things happen here that are not logical."
I dared to look at her.
students have been told that a Human man is here?" T'Balq
"Why do you think the Master
has allowed him here?"
"Why?" I repeated uncertainly.
T'Balq nodded, expecting an answer.
"He must be
royalty. Otherwise, he would not be allowed."
"Royalty," T'Balq said softly. "No, he is not, but it is just
if that is what the students say about him."
"No one should be speaking of him," I said quickly. "We know
beyond that he is here, and it may not be our
concern." I corrected myself. "Is not our concern."
"An unusual occurrence
will never go unremarked," T'Balq said.
"I would think he is the only subject of conversation in the
Common Room right
She turned down the path to the old residence. The students
had been told not to go there. Was she distracted?
thought was unwise, but she was quite old.
I halted on the walkway. "Teacher, where are we going?"
pointed ahead. "I am taking you to the Human."
My training failed. T'Balq looked away and pretended not to
my slip. "You will see to his needs, T'Kohl. You will
not speak to him unless he speaks first, and you may not
"Who *is* he?"
"An ordinary Human. It is redundant to tell you that anything
you witness must remain
unspoken, no matter who may ask you."
A warning? But who would ask after an ordinary Human, save
"You have been selected for this task based on your conduct,"
T'Balq said. She resumed walking and did
not speak again
until we entered the old residence.
No classes are held here. The building is unused though the
floor remains part of the tour given to first year
The entrance hall had not changed since my tour. Two
sat in an otherwise large, empty room, and dust had gathered
on the cushions and around the legs. Another room
formerly a study area with tables and shelves, all empty. A
staircase rose near the back exit.
led me into the study area and sat at a table. She
nodded that I should sit, glanced upwards once, towards the
then looked back to me and said, "His name is McCoy.
He is a healer. Whatever requests he makes of you, you shall
bringing them either to my attention or to T'Wyn, the
head counselor. The Human is on the second level, in the east
Only you shall enter and exit that room."
"May he exit that room?" I asked.
"He may go wherever he desires,
but I do not think he will
leave. There is another in the room with him." T'Balq
studied me, her gaze as steady as that
of any of the younger
teachers. "You may not understand this, T'Kohl, for you are
not betrothed. There is a Vulcan male
in the room with McCoy.
McCoy is his consort."
A Human consort? Though I was careful not to let my emotion
it did not matter. It was as though T'Balq was looking
I did not speak. T'Balq nodded in approval at
"The Vulcan is of the House of Surak. His name is Spock."
So The Spock was the one described only
as the Vulcan not of
our discipline. If the Master had spoken his name, all in the
Common Room would have known of him.
Very few Vulcans go off
world, and only four have gone into the military institution
of Starfleet. It is considered
a Human organization. The
names of the four who voluntarily chose it are famous, and
perhaps not in a way they would
"Touch neither of them, T'Kohl," T'Balq said, "but be
especially careful not to touch Spock. It is his time,
his time has gone on too long."
"Is the Human also in that time?"
"Humans may suffer their own types
of madness, but they do not
have that one. You are excused from your classes. At Seventh
Bell, you may return to your
room to rest. Do you have any
"No, Teacher," I said, but T'Balq persisted, "None?"
"He must not
be an ordinary Human to be a Consort in the House
of Surak." Such a comment was bold, but T'Balq merely nodded
"Go and meet him."
I complied and went up the stairs.
My internal sense of direction is accurate,
but I did not need
it to know which was the east room. Its door was the only one
shut and bolted from the outside.
knocked, waited, and knocked again, not wishing to enter
unless the Human McCoy acknowledged my request for admittance.
assumed McCoy would not wish me to see any intimate
expressions between him and The Spock.
Unfortunately, he did
not answer. I could return downstairs,
but T'Balq had specifically directed me here.
To the door, I said, "I am
T'Kohl. May I enter?"
Again, no response came. Finally, I unlocked the door and
Inside was an
antechamber containing a divan and table.
Curtains covered the entrance to the main room.
"I am T'Kohl," I called.
heard you the first time, child," sounded a voice in such a
heavy accent that it took me some seconds to discern the
Also, McCoy spoke Standard.
I switched to that language. "May I enter?"
The curtains were drawn back and I saw
my first Human.
At first I did not perceive much difference between him and a
Vulcanoid. He was tall, gray-haired,
and slender. Then I saw
his eyes. They were a rare colour and bright as if lit from
"Come in, T'Kohl,"
he said, "but please be quiet. My friend
As he turned to indicate a bed behind him, I saw his ears.
had no tips!
He turned back and caught me looking at him. Then,
inexplicably, he did exactly what T'San had described.
changed his face.
I could not stop staring. The Human McCoy lifted the corners
of his mouth until lines appeared
around his eyes. His became
the unmasked expression of a young child. Never had I seen an
adult so openly display emotion.
stare was rude. "I have given offense," I said.
"You haven't offended me, T'Kohl," McCoy said. "I'm amused
you look as if the Easter Bunny just dropped out of
"The Easter Bunny?"
"Never mind," he said.
"You seem very young."
"I am a student."
I looked past him, towards the bed. The canopy drapes had
around the sides. In the shadows, I could just see
a figure lying on the sheets.
A small table and chair had been
drawn up near the bed. A
lamp and some papers were on the table. McCoy had been
writing something before I arrived.
I have been instructed to serve you. What do you
"An answer to my prayers," he replied.
He motioned us towards the antechamber. We returned there and
he drew the curtains. "Do you know who is
with me, T'Kohl?"
"The Spock, of the House of Surak."
"I tried to sneak him in, but it's impossible to keep
on this planet. His family probably knows where he is by now.
I can't tell you why, but I don't want any of
here, except his father. Not until he's better."
"I understand." I did not, though.
James Kirk comes, he's allowed."
I nodded. "How else may I serve you?"
"He needs a Healer. Is it possible for
one to come here?"
"There is a Healer in residence. Her name is--"
"No," McCoy said. "I prefer a male Healer.
I'll also need
"I shall make your request," I said.
"Thank you. If I need you, T'Kohl, where
will I find you?"
"I will be on the other side of this door unless I am called
downstairs. Shall I lock the door?"
face changed again. Lines appeared on his forehead and
his eyes seemed to dull a little. "It should be all right."
I left McCoy. T'Balq was still downstairs.
I met the Human McCoy. The Spock was asleep and I
did not approach him. McCoy wishes a male Healer and a drug
"Male," T'Balq nodded. "Yes, that is logical."
"I told him there was a Healer here."
her hand. "Return upstairs, T'Kohl. I will
fulfill McCoy's wishes."
I did as I was told. Searching the other rooms
on the second
floor, I found a chair and table for my use. As I moved the
furniture near the door to the east room,
I heard sounds of
conversation from within. The voice answering McCoy did not
sound normal. I was not used to Vulcan
voices that rose and
fell unevenly, but supposed that the voice of a male within
the madness might not sound usual.
I sat down, I could not help thinking of my father and
brothers. They would also be subject to such a cycle, yet I
not recall ever seeing them act in any odd manner. My
father did sometimes leave with my mother for a place they
Seclusion. Would that be when he suffered?
I could not visualize my father being emotional. He owned a
I had spent many of my child years helping him. I
had spent more time with him than with my mother, and he had
behaved in any manner other than courteous and patient.
No, it was impossible. He did not go mad. The cycle must not
all Vulcan males.
Yet, I had been told it did, by my mother before my seventh
I felt the warmth of
sunlight on my feet. The angle of it
across the floor tiles indicated that Second Bell would soon
be sounding. T'San
would be going to the study hall.
If she knew The Spock was here, she would be unable to study.
She considered his
choice of career pleasing, though her
family did not know it yet. She wished to join the Human
Starfleet and see the
unfathomable sights that lay beyond our
T'San said that The Spock knew how to pilot ships that could
to other planets, that he had lived on such a ship and
served Humans willingly, and that his knowledge of the
was limitless. Unfortunately, she also believed that
he had bedded alien women and killed intelligent beings. Many
thought this, including her family. It was one of the
reasons she did not discuss her course choices with them.
door opened downstairs. I investigated and found T'Auc, the
cook, with a tray of wine and food.
"For our guests,"
she said. "T'Balq sent me."
I took the tray. The plates and cups were made of polymer,
such as would be used for
small children. There was also a
hypospray on the tray, and a small vial of Lexorin.
The reason for the odd dinnerware
became apparent when McCoy
saw the tray. "Good," he said. "Unbreakable."
He had been waiting at the door. "You must
be a mind reader,"
he continued. "I was out here to ask if I could get some food
He took the tray.
As I was not sure what else I should do, I
The Spock, the legend, was standing by a window. He wore
simple robe, devoid of any marks of family or rank, yet his
bearing was more of master than of guest. He nodded at
but did not speak, and watched me with eyes so dark and direct
that I stayed near the door.
His hands trembled
enough to make the arms of his robe shiver.
Had those hands taken life?
I shifted my weight to the balls of my feet.
set the tray on the bed. He could not have set it on
the table without moving from between The Spock and me. "This
T'Kohl," he said. "She's going to be our messenger."
"T'Kohl, greetings and gratitude for your offer of service,"
Spock said in Vulcan. His voice was raspy.
"What classes are you taking?" McCoy asked, an innocuous
inquiry I did
not expect, given the present circumstances.
"I favour the biological sciences, McCoy."
is my first choice. Final determination will not be made
until next session."
McCoy sat on the edge of the bed,
being careful not to upset
the tray. His look upon me was not as direct as The Spock's
gaze, but it was no less thoughtful.
"Do you have a special
teacher, one you prefer over the others?"
"Preference is not--" I started, but McCoy interrupted.
yeah, I know. So let's just draw a name out of thin
air. Right now, if you had a question, who'd be the first
you'd think of?"
"Not the one I met, T'Balq?"
"T'Balq is retired, except for one or two students
"Are you one of her students?"
He made that strange, amused face again.
"I'm just being
nosy, T'Kohl. Don't mind me."
"Do you wish anything else?"
"We're fine, T'Kohl. Thank you."
left the room quickly.
Fourth Bell would have just rung when I heard noises
within the East room that brought me to my feet. Voices
sounded and there was a crash.
I thought of McCoy,
perhaps strong by Human standards, but
fragile by Vulcan ones. Should I enter the room? Or would I
be interrupting something
natural for the madness? I could
seek direction from T'Balq, but she had told me to convey
McCoy's requests, not my
own, and he had not called me.
Should I assume he did not require me, or that he was, at the
moment, too injured to
do so? I possessed inadequate
information to resolve the equation, so I remained facing the
sounded, then it quieted.
Inexplicably, I had been holding my breath, yet to continue
drawing regular breaths required
conscious attention. My
entire focus was to hear anything in the silence beyond the
door. T'Balq had said that The Spock's
madness had gone on
too long. I did not know how many years McCoy had been The
Spock's Consort, or how many of The Spock's
cycles he had
borne. If he had come here seeking protection and aid because
there was difficulty, and I had been placed
in the position of
intermediary, was I in error to remain in the hallway instead
of investigating those sounds of violence?
last I decided I would be less in the wrong to enter the
I could not find the men at first. The room was in
and the heavy curtains on the windows and the bed had been
drawn. I stepped in something wet and realized by
it was wine. A cup and plate lay near my feet.
Something moved in a corner of the room. The Spock was
divan, peculiarly curled up on one of the cushions, his head
on McCoy's lap. McCoy's arms were around him in a
The Spock seemed asleep, but McCoy was watching me, shaking
his head slowly.
my understanding. I was to remain silent. As I
turned to leave, McCoy leaned back on the divan. The Spock
one of McCoy's arms and held on. An
expression of pain went McCoy's face, but he shook his head as
I stepped forward.
To The Spock, he said, "I'm here, old
friend. I'm not going anywhere."
I returned to my chair in the hall, unsettled
in my own mind
as to what I had seen.
Just after fifth bell, I heard my name called from downstairs.
returned with the cook who had another tray of
food and medicine.
"Shall I take this up?" asked T'Auc.
T'Balq told her. "It is T'Kohl's task."
T'Balq waited until we were alone before saying, "The Human
curiosity in everyone. T'Auc should know
better than to offer to go upstairs in front of a student."
"None of us
have seen a Human before," I said.
T'Balq studied me. "I would request you to attend to the
Human tomorrow, but
you appear disturbed. This is not a
"I am honoured to serve," I said. "McCoy may not be safe
with The Spock."
"He does have the choice of leaving and bolting the door
behind him," T'Balq said.
protective of The Spock. I do not believe he would
leave, even if his well-being was at risk."
"Humans form odd
attachments." Without taking her eyes from
me, T'Balq sat down. "You may speak, T'Kohl. I will answer
as best as I may."
my teacher T'Mohr had been before me, I would not have
hesitated, but I did not know T'Balq.
She motioned me to
a chair and said, "What you say to me, I
will say to no one else. You may ask me anything."
Slowly, I said, "The
Spock threw the tray of refreshments to
"Here is another tray, if he wishes more to throw. It is his
I thought of my father. I could not envision him throwing
anything. "Teacher, what is the madness?"
may as well ask the meaning of life," T'Balq replied.
"My mother told me it is the male's time of mating, but that
"It is," T'Balq agreed. "Pon Farr existed before recorded
history. It is part of legend and myth.
Medically, we can
predict the cycle by tracking hormone levels. Unbonded males
may be granted surrogates, and there
are drug therapies to
ease symptoms. There has never been any further medical
date, no board has voted to allocate adequate funds," she
said. "Females head most scientific and government boards."
if males were to petition," I started.
"Petition and publicly speak of the unspeakable? Just behind
our logic is
a most severe sense of privacy." T'Balq leaned
back in her chair, as if trying to work out an ache. "I have
to two husbands, yet I do not understand the
madness. I only know the power I held with it. At any time,
I could have
simply let my husband die."
"Such a death is shameful," I said before realizing my words
were insulting. "My apologies."
said you could speak freely," T'Balq said. "This is the
way of our world."
I thought of my parents and felt chilled.
"Life is be
"I agree," T'Balq said, "however, I am not ambitious." She
closed her eyes. "It is said
that, long ago, the madness was
the only time in which males were allowed to be near females.
They were not welcome,
but they were necessary to continue the
species. Our population has always been in danger of
self-extinction, but when
we came to realize how close we were
to annihilation, males were allowed to live near and mate with
of their cycles as well. Then Surak came, and
now we live together."
I bowed my head respectfully, as we had been
taught to do any
time Surak's name was spoken. When I lifted my head, T'Balq
was looking at me again.
the achievement of Surak, a male, view it
against a background in which females held all the power, and
males were rarely
allowed to speak or be seen in public life.
I am gratified you will continue to attend McCoy. I believe
that his attachment
to his Consort and his background as a
healer indicate he will make wise decisions with regard to
Spock. Tell him that
a male healer will be here tonight
before Seventh Bell."
I rose and picked up the tray. "Teacher, if I hear sounds
violence, am I to enter the room?"
"Ask McCoy when Spock is not within hearing."
McCoy was outside the
East room, standing before windows at
the far end of the hall. I set the tray down on my table in a
way that ensured
he would hear it, but he did not turn.
"Two weeks, the only sunsets I saw were red," he said. "My
was squirrels in my garden." His eyes followed
a flock of cloudkickers as they flew by to land on a dormitory
He leaned forward on the sill to watch their flight and
his sleeves drew up, revealing darkening bruises over both
abruptly straightened. His sleeves dropped back down.
"What classes have you missed, T'Kohl?"
"Chemistry and differential
"Is it possible to bring the work here? I don't like causing
you to fall behind."
as I was puzzling over the emotion I could hear in
his statement. "It may be possible to complete some of the
here. McCoy, the responsibility of my studies is
not shared by you."
"Today it is," he said, but he silenced as
his eyes went to a
point behind me.
A breeze brushed my collar.
No, not a breeze.
The reflexive instinct
to run rose within me, but I suppressed
it and stepped forward as if unaware of anyone behind me.
Afterwards, I looked
back. The Spock stood there, his hand
just coming down to his side.
He had come up behind me - he had touched me
- and I had not
"I'm glad you're awake," McCoy said, his face breaking out
into a smile that I now
realized covered his tension. He
stepped between The Spock and I, and began describing the
sunset and the birds outside
as if nothing was out of order.
I watched him take The Spock back to the East room.
The Healer arrived at Sixth
Bell. Being male, he was escorted
in by T'Balq and the head counselor, T'Wyn, and taken directly
upstairs. I was washing
the tray and dishes when he arrived,
and would have remained in the kitchen to complete the task,
but T'Balq directed
me to accompany them.
Judging by what I had seen of The Spock's behaviour, I thought
that a group of our size might
be too much for a male in the
madness. I was, unfortunately, proven correct.
The Spock had been sitting on the divan.
Upon seeing us, he
stood, picked up McCoy, and threw him behind him. McCoy
bounced off the divan and into the space
between it the wall
as The Spock assumed a protective stance in front of him. It
was accomplished in a moment, and The
Spock blinked as he
perhaps realized he had given in to baser instincts. However,
it was as if he could not overcome
the impulse, for his
posture towards us did not change and he began to advance.
"We are too many," T'Balq said,
but T'Wyn would not retreat.
"He is just a male."
"He is the Ambassador's son," T'Balq said.
seed has been deemed no honour to the House of
Surak," T'Wyn said. To the Healer, she added, "But we would
not die as our guest."
As McCoy crawled out from behind the divan, I heard him say
something that I would not repeat
to my parents. T'Balq and
T'Wyn continued their debate, ignoring or unaware of McCoy's
words and The Spock's slow and
measured steps towards them.
"Teacher," I tried when they were almost within The Spock's
me a highly critical glance. "Does a student speak
out of turn?"
"T'Kohl, you are relieved
of this duty. Go immediately--"
The Spock leapt.
T'Wyn froze, her face betraying astonishment.
accurately, we all suddenly stilled. Including The Spock.
McCoy was the one who had yelled. He pushed between
breathing hard and looking as surprised as T'Wyn. "That word
is quite handy," he said. He nodded to T'Balq before
to T'Wyn and saying, "I'll have you know that neither Spock
nor Sarek have ever done one damned thing to besmirch
House of Sarek, and just who the hell are you?"
"I am the Head Counselor," T'Wyn said in a tone I recognized
one of displeasure.
"You're mouthy," McCoy told her. "Whether it's under your
roof or not, whether he's just a male
to you or not, *I* would
prefer that my friend not die period." To the Healer, he
said, "Please tell me you're a real
physician and not some
monkey she found at the side of the road."
"Sanek is my family's Healer," T'Balq said.
I am grateful," McCoy said to her.
"I am honoured to serve, McCoy," T'Balq replied. She left. I
would have followed
after her, but at the doorway, she met my
eyes and shook her head no.
T'Wyn stood her ground for a minute more,
perhaps only as a
show that she would stay if she chose to, before she left as
"McCoy, you have made an
enemy," I said very softly.
"What's one more?" he said with a smile. He put his hand on
The Spock's arm. "I need
to sit down," he said. It appeared,
though, that it was The Spock who needed to do so. Though he
was standing, he looked
sleepy and off-balance. He stumbled
as he and McCoy moved towards the bed.
Sanek studied The Spock. "What symptoms
have caused you
concern, McCoy? The tiredness?"
"I can barely get him to wake up," McCoy said, holding The
as the latter fell into a doze against him. "His
temperature's too high, but I can't find any sign of
he's talking to me, he forgets what he's
saying halfway through. I've tried Lexorin, at a low dose."
his valise and took out several scanners. "What
stage of Plak Tow was Spock in when you went into Seclusion?"
don't know. His family had him locked up," McCoy said. "I
thought we were getting through it. He seemed to be all
He was a little emotional." He corrected himself.
"More than a little."
Cautiously, Sanek neared the bed. As he
took some readings
with his instruments, he said, "Explain, McCoy."
"T'Laak, the head of the family, was willing
to let him die,
something about Sarek's seed being expendable. When Spock
found out, he, well, he didn't take it well."
at the scanner. "This seems . . . like he's trying to die.
Is he doing it deliberately?"
he is not."
As Sanek continued his examination, McCoy asked, "Is it
something I've done or not done? I need to tell
you that I
didn't check my messages. I was late getting to Vulcan. I
don't get many messages, but that's no excuse.
"McCoy, the hormone levels are normal. As Consort, I judge
that you fulfilled your role."
what is this?" McCoy asked, his voice so openly
emotional that I was taken aback. Sanek, however, gave no
sign of having
"Are you Spock's first Consort?"
"He did have two other wives, but it didn't work somehow and
called for me. I once carried his Katra and we had, I mean
we have a bond."
Sanek put his equipment away, his face
down. By his reluctant
manner, I understood, and I could see that McCoy understood as
well. McCoy unashamedly hugged
The Spock to him.
Sanek finally spoke. "There is neurological damage consistent
with having used several courses
of drug therapy to alleviate
symptoms of Plak Tow. Spock attempted such a therapy this
time as well. Traces of three
drugs beyond the Lexorin are in
his blood and liver."
"Is the neurological damage reversible?"
"Not at this
"It shouldn't be this way," McCoy said, looking around the
room, away from Sanek and I.
Sanek asked softly.
"No, I accept it. It's the way Vulcans were made. It's
just," he hesitated. "There are three
of us, close friends.
In Human years, I'm the oldest, and Jim will not stop rushing
in where fools fear to go. No matter
how you look at it, it
shouldn't be Spock."
Sanek nodded as if he understood the incoherent words. "I
I escorted him downstairs where T'Balq waited. When I
returned to the East room, McCoy had not moved.
He was still
sitting on the bed, holding The Spock to his chest.
"How may I assist you, McCoy?"
He did not
answer immediately. The changing expressions on
his face indicated he was trying to think despite being
emotions. At last, he said, "You mentioned a
favourite teacher, T'Mohr. Do you trust her?"
were to go to her, yourself, and ask her a favour
without the Head Adepts here knowing, would she help you?"
McCoy, and I believe I know your request."
He looked at me. Despite the naked expression on his face,
was direct and focused. "I don't care how
farfetched it seems, if you can find anything at all that
might help Spock,
well, I don't know how I can repay you, but
"McCoy, I am honoured to serve." It was a standard response,
I meant it. "I may leave at Seventh Bell. I will go to
I returned to my chair in the hallway, the
image of McCoy
holding The Spock still in front of my eyes.
T'Balq said that McCoy is an ordinary Human. I have
or standard by which to compare, but I suspect he is not.
I roused T'Mohr from her bed when I went to her room
night, but after I told her the reason for my visit, she did
not ask for an apology. I broke T'Balq's injunction
speak of McCoy or The Spock, and I knew there would be a
penalty. I was not sure what the severity of it would
Would I face expulsion?
As the thought came to my mind, I remembered the sight of
McCoy holding The Spock
to him as if he could save him through
willpower alone. I had taken the correct course of action.
T'Mohr and I went
to the main library where her unimpeded
right of access to the mainframe allowed us into any databank
we pleased. We
searched throughout the night. I read
journals and articles until my eyes burned, and followed
trails of trials and
serums, both on and off planet, until
nothing was left except for sparse rumour.
We did reach one conclusion. There
was very little
"Vulcan honour cuts us too deeply," T'Mohr said, surmising my
sense of failure.
"What we do speak of, we do not write of
either. Do not grieve, T'Kohl. You served beyond what was
asked of you."
serve is not enough. I will return to McCoy
empty-handed," I said.
I ate and changed my clothes. T'San was not in
though it was not yet the time she would normally have risen.
I returned to the old residence before the first
sunrise was in the sky.
T'Wyn was in the first floor study room, working on a portable
computer. I bowed
"The presence of these males is disruptive. You will return
to your regular classes this morning, T'Kohl.
"T'Balq has instructed me to serve here, Teacher."
T'Wyn turned to me. It was unheard of for a student
challenge a Teacher, but T'Balq's status at the Academy was
higher than T'Wyn's. Though my head remained down, I
sense her gaze upon me.
"Do you understand what is happening upstairs, T'Kohl?"
"I do not understand
the reason for the madness, Teacher."
"The madness is unimportant. Do you understand the family
situation? Do you
understand the significance of family
Unsure, I replied, "In this academy, the status of one's
is not relevant. Our conduct alone brings us honour or
"This academy is not Vulcan," T'Wyn said. "Spock
the House of Surak. There is no higher house. His is a
dynastic blood line, yet both he and his father have
non-Vulcan Consorts. Worse, Spock has taken a Consort who
cannot deliver children."
I recalled McCoy's
words to Sanek, that there had been two
female Consorts before him, but I also remembered T'Balq's
warning that I was
not to speak about what I witnessed
upstairs. I had broken the injunction once, by McCoy's
request. I would not break
These were dangerous sands. What was the reason behind
T'Wyn's questions to me?
"We may speak later,
In the darkened hallway outside the east room, I came suddenly
upon a lone Vulcan male. I halted at the
unexpected sight of
The Spock, wearing a hooded brown robe, and unaccompanied by
I took a step back, but
he held up his hand in the Vulcan
salute. Then he lowered his hood and I found I was mistaken.
It was not The Spock,
but someone remarkably like to him,
though older and gray-haired.
"I am Ambassador Sarek."
I returned the
Vulcan greeting. "I am T'Kohl. I am in
"How many students are assisting my son and his partner?"
is only me."
Ambassador Sarek glanced down the hallway. "There was another
female student here when I arrived. She
went down the far
stairs before I could speak with her."
I glanced behind me, though there was no one to see now.
I looked towards the door of the east room. "Have you been
"Yes. Dr. McCoy is waking my son so
that I may speak with
The door opened and McCoy came out. He looked unwell. He
nodded at me, and remained
outside the room as the Ambassador
"My apologies, McCoy. T'Mohr and I can bring you nothing."
nodded as if he had not expected any other answer. "Thank
you for trying."
"McCoy, who was the other student here?"
"This morning. She left when Ambassador Sarek arrived."
"I heard the door open and someone in
the antechamber. I
thought it was you."
I opened the door quietly and looked in. A breakfast tray was
on a table
in the antechamber. I picked it up and shut the
door behind me.
"Have you or The Spock eaten from this?"
McCoy said. His manner was alert now. "Why?"
"To my knowledge, no other student has been assigned to assist
I will go to the kitchens myself."
McCoy took the tray. "What will you say when you turn up with
an untouched breakfast
and ask to change it? It would be
better to let them think we've eaten this and you're only
asking for seconds. I'll
ask Sarek to take this out and have
it analyzed. No one will bother the Ambassador when he
I said, and he gave me a curious look.
"I wish Spock had heard you say that."
I went downstairs. T'Wyn was no
longer there, nor was anyone
else. Quickly, I walked the path to the kitchens and prepared
another breakfast. T'Auc
"The males are very hungry," I said.
"Men eat too much," she said.
"Who took the first tray?"
"T'Wyn," T'Auc replied.
"Was anyone with her?"
I deflected her by commenting,
"It is unusual for the Head
Counselor to enter the kitchens."
"She can do whatever she likes," T'Auc said.
I returned to the old residence, I discovered T'Balq and
T'San in the first floor study room. T'San looked frightened.
I halted at the sight.
In a severe voice, T'Balq said, "Take that up to McCoy,
T'Kohl, and return here immediately."
did. McCoy was still in the hallway. As he took the food,
he asked, "What's going on downstairs? I heard yelling."
much as Vulcans yell."
"T'Balq and my roommate are below. I do not know why."
"There's too much going on around
here," McCoy said. "Did you
actually prepare this tray yourself, T'Kohl, or did the cook?"
"I did, McCoy."
If I could move Spock, I'd leave right now."
"Yes," I agreed. When I returned to T'Balq, she ordered me to
I took a chair beside T'San, who was sitting with her
shoulders hunched forward and her hands clasped tightly in her
informs me that you let her know Spock was here,"
"Teacher, I did not. I have not spoken to T'San since
at First Bell."
"I found a note in our room," T'San said. "I apologize,
T'Kohl, but I came here. I only wished to
see The Spock. I
would not have disturbed him."
"I left no note."
"T'San has never spoken an untruth," T'Balq
"No," I said, "but, Teacher, neither have I." I lowered my
head for I was in the wrong. I had spoken to T'Mohr.
left a note?
"You did not speak to T'San at all when you returned to your
room last evening?" T'Balq
"I did not return to my room until this morning, Teacher.
T'San was not there."
"How else could she
know, T'Kohl, for who else knows of
Spock's presence?" T'Balq questioned, coming to stand directly
I did not answer, she raised my chin with a cool touch.
"How can I speak names and not accuse?"
T'Balq brought a chair in front of me and sat. We were so
close that her knees touched mine. "T'San," she
the note tell you to come here?"
"Yes, Teacher. It said that if I came before First Bell and
the back stairs, no one would see me."
"I saw you," T'Balq said.
T'San, visibly shaking now, was reduced to
T'Balq turned back to me. "Why were you not in your room last
"Teacher, I have fulfilled
what requests McCoy has made of
T'Balq studied me for a long time.
"Teacher," I asked, "may I know if
T'San took breakfast up to
"You just took the breakfast tray," T'Balq said.
"I took a second tray."
glanced at T'San who managed only to shake her head no.
"T'San, go to my office. Speak to absolutely no one. Not
The Master. Following this is your only hope of
remaining at the Academy."
"Someone led her into
temptation," T'Balq said.
"Ambassador Sarek saw either her or the student who took the
first tray," I said. "I asked
McCoy not to eat from it, and
prepared a second."
"I have no logical reason for suspicion, Teacher,"
"Nor do I know why someone would tempt T'San to come here."
"She was tempted as a cover for the other
one who was here,"
T'Balq said. "If it had been discovered that a student had
broken the restriction and entered here,
T'San's guilt would,
without doubt, be known rather promptly. I would look no
further. What did T'Auc say when you asked
to replace the
"I did not ask to replace it, Teacher. McCoy kept the first
breakfast and directed
me to ask for a second, with the
implication that the first was eaten. He will ask Ambassador
Sarek to have the food
T'Balq nodded approvingly. "McCoy is intelligent. We do not
need an analysis, however, to know what has
been put in the
"T'Kohl, you did something last night at McCoy's request. Was
request carried out by yourself alone?"
"T'Mohr and I searched for information on Pon Farr." I waited
for a censure,
but T'Balq merely nodded. "Whoever took the
first breakfast up will not know that it was not ingested.
She will return
"T'Wyn dismissed me. She told me I was to return to classes
this morning," I said.
"Your word is higher than hers, Teacher. You told me to
T'Balq thought for a few moments before
some of the old ways continue, despite our enlightenment under
Surak," she said. "Why do you think
there is so much interest
"He comes from a dynastic blood line."
"So, he is a prize,"
"His seed is," T'Balq said. "Despite the Human element he
carries, the House of Surak is small and cannot
afford to lose
any branch. The family of a woman who carries his child,
legitimate or not, gains immeasurably. The old
ways, the old
ruling houses continue, despite Surak."
"He has had two other wives. He may have other children,"
said. "Would legitimate children not override the interests
of any others?"
"He has no children," T'Balq said.
"T'Kohl, I am trusting you
with this because you have acted correctly so far. I am also
of the House of Surak, and I
am the one who offered Spock and
McCoy protection here. I know that Spock was not able to
consummate either marriage
due to the presence of a bond with
McCoy. The Matriarch, T'Laak, would have that Spock and McCoy
remain together so
that there will be no children. She does
not wish any Human element to continue through the line.
There is some disagreement
over this within the family.
Regardless of the Matriarch's opinion of Human blood, she
would be forced to recognize
any issue of Spock's." She
looked at me. "Think, T'Kohl. Knowing this, what do you
believe an analysis of the first
breakfast will reveal?"
"A drug to continue Pon Farr?" I was relieved when T'Balq
nodded. "Teacher, that would be
very dangerous in The Spock's
"Such an action is consistent with the old ways." She stood.
is past child-bearing years, however, her desire for
you to leave must mean that she has an interest in the female
is to bear Spock's child. This female must be of her
"Teacher, in order to be sure of success, T'Wyn
would need to
find a way to have McCoy leave. As Consort, he would not
allow a female to mate with The Spock."
might, if he believed it could save Spock's life," T'Balq
said. "Or else, there would be a surer way."
"They are both in danger here."
"We can remove that danger by apprehending the female
likely be arriving soon. We need to leave some means open for
her, so that she will enter and go up to the
without suspicion. McCoy's mind is swift. He once tricked
T'Pau. If you make him aware of what we know,
I believe he
will suggest a way of accomplishing what we need done. Once
the female is caught, I will manage T'Wyn."
I ran upstairs. McCoy was in the hall, sitting
on my chair
outside the door.
"Is Ambassador Sarek still here?" I asked.
"Yes," McCoy said. His voice sounded
different. I looked at
him, but he turned away. Though I am unfamiliar with adult
emotions, if he were a child, I would
have judged him sad.
"Is something wrong, McCoy? May I help?"
"You have been a wonderful help already, T'Kohl.
I was only
hoping that Sarek could pull a rabbit out of a hat."
He regained control and turned
back to face me. "He doesn't
know what to do for Spock either. He's gone back inside to be
there is more going on. We must act." I described
the events of the morning, and told him of my conversation
As he listened, his face took on a stern
expression remarkably like T'Balq's.
"The simplest solution is usually
the best," he said.
"Spock's asleep, and I don't expect he'll wake up any time
soon. I'll get Sarek and we'll go into
one of the other rooms
"It must not seem as if you are here."
He gave me one of the breakfast
trays and some empty dishware.
"Take these back to T'Auc, tell her that Sarek's left, and
I've gone to the Healer in
residence. Tell her Spock got
suddenly aggressive after eating and he may have broken my
arm. You've restrained him
to the bed, and now you're on your
way to check on me."
"Why tell T'Auc, McCoy?"
"She was in the kitchen
when the first tray was prepared,
T'Balq and I had both overlooked that fact. "McCoy, I do not
the Ambassador, but he is elderly, and you are Human.
You may be facing two Vulcans. T'Wyn may return."
me a nudge towards the stairs. "Please go, T'Kohl.
I may look like an old Human, but what counts more than
is the depth of my motivation."
I carried out his instructions, moving slowly though I wished
to run. The first
floor was empty. T'Balq had left the way
clear. I delivered the tray, told T'Auc that McCoy had been
taken to the Healer,
then walked to the Healer's residence
myself, to complete the illusion. Once there, I told her
about some small concern
I had with my cycle, all the while
trying to listen for something that would be beyond the range
of my hearing.
Second Bell rang, I could not wait any longer. I
returned to the old residence and to something the Humans
appropriately as bedlam.
On the floor outside the door of the east room, T'Ych lay
unconscious, blood on her face.
Ambassador Sarek stood over
her. Blood was on his hands.
T'Wyn sat on my chair, her eyes showing anger. In front
her was a man I did not know. He wore a Starfleet jacket and
the insignia on the sleeve indicated he was an Admiral.
stood just beyond the rest of them.
The man said to Sarek, "That was quite a wallop, Ambassador.
have to teach me how to do that." He looked at me.
"Who are you?"
"I am T'Kohl," I said, noticing that the man held
weapon. "I attend to McCoy."
"She's fine, Jim," McCoy said. "She's not involved with this.
is Admiral James Kirk."
His was another known name. I bowed to him, then asked, "You
are unhurt, McCoy?"
and, as you can see, our plan worked."
"Plan?" Kirk asked. He pointed at T'Wyn. "Was your plan to
let this one hold
a phaser on you, Bones, while Sarek belted
the hell out of the girl on the floor? Would someone care to
tell me what's
"They came here to rape my son, Kirk," Sarek said, his voice
colder than any I had ever heard before.
me?" Kirk asked, but Sarek turned to T'Wyn.
"I choose not to," she replied.
"The female on
the floor is of your family?"
T'Wyn didn't answer.
"My son has a Consort."
"Spock's Consort is a Human
and unrecognized," T'Wyn said.
"He is recognized," Sarek corrected her. "You dare to bring
another here? The female
had no right to touch my son. Your
dishonour will be known."
The Kirk looked at McCoy. "Vulcan politics," McCoy
"The old ways, Leonard," Sarek said.
"I'm getting pretty damn sick of both of them."
you have a say in this," Sarek said.
McCoy shook his head. "Ever since I arrived on this planet,
running around, doing what they want.
T'Laak, T'Wyn, whoever this damn girl is on the floor. Even
the cook's in on it.
Everybody had her own plan, but no one
ever once asked Spock what he wanted. And now look at him.
So, Sarek, in answer
to what I want, I want you to go after
T'Laak. I want you to go after T'Wyn here. I want them to
pay. Raise holy hell,
Sarek, and don't stop until you've
slammed this planet from pole to pole."
McCoy's ferocity was unexpected, but
Sarek merely nodded.
I heard a noise behind me. T'Balq and The Master had come up
the far stairs and were standing
behind us, their eyes on
"Thee understands our ways, Human," The Master said to McCoy,
a compliment he
either did not understand or did not accept.
"Madam, I do not like your ways whatsoever."
The Master bowed her
head slightly, apparently acquiescing to
him. "I take responsibility for what has happened here. We
will clean our house,
McCoy, and assist Ambassador Sarek in
Kirk put the weapon in his pocket. "By the way, where is
His gaze went to each of us in turn. When he looked
at McCoy, McCoy pointed to the east room.
"We made a lot of
noise, Bones. Why didn't he come out to see
what was going on?"
Instead of waiting for an answer, Kirk went in.
get the Healer," T'Balq said.
I ran this time. When I returned, only T'Balq and T'Ych
remained in the hall, T'Ych
"What happened?" the Healer asked.
"T'Ych has disgraced herself," T'Balq said.
Healer did not ask further. She directed her attendants
to put T'Ych on a pallet and take her to the infirmary.
accompanied them, after instructing me to remain in
case McCoy should need me.
When I was alone, I tried to understand
the events of the
morning. T'Ych was already part of a high House. What did
she think she would gain? What would be
her defense? I tried
to envision what my parents would say, if I had done such as
she had. How could I return to them
afterwards in such shame?
There would need to be compensation to The Spock's family.
What sort of payment would that
be? Might such a debt take
generations to pay?
McCoy came up the main stairs, his movements slow and tired.
the party over?" He waved off my attempt to assist him.
"Thank the heavens for you, T'Kohl. This would have gone
if you hadn't been here."
"I was directed to aid you."
"When someone thanks you, all you need to say is you're
you're welcome, McCoy."
I waited, standing before him. I was not allowed to question
him, yet there were many things
I wished to know, such as what
would happen to The Spock now, and where he and McCoy would go
to the door. "Bones, I've been talking and talking
to him. Does he hear me?"
McCoy did not answer immediately. He
was swaying slightly. I
dared to take his arm, to steady him, and he did not refuse
me. "I hope so."
was cool and his arm felt fragile under my hold, yet
his eyes were as fierce as a swiftpaw's. We went into the
The Spock was asleep on one side of the bed. McCoy sat
"Spock, it's me. Wake up."
Kirk had stopped
at the doorway. I turned, but he was not
looking at me. His face, so golden and strong in the hallway,
looked pale and
"Bones, what is it?"
"It's my fault," McCoy said, his voice uneven. "We've never
to get loose of that Katra thing. Because of me, he
couldn't . . ."
I felt him tremble under my hand. I had no place
here, but I
thought that if I let go of McCoy, he would fall.
"Your message to me said that Spock might be dying.
So quietly that I was not sure Kirk could hear, McCoy said,
"Sarek says he'll get a lot worse
before . . ."
"It's not your fault, Bones."
"Spock made the choice about his Katra, and nobody
known what would happen with Genesis. For Godsakes, Bones."
At last Kirk did come over. I withdrew as
he put his hand on
At that precise moment, The Spock woke up.
I heard a scream, then McCoy
yelled, "Spock, no." The Spock
threw Kirk past me. Kirk hit a table and fell to the floor.
The Spock went after him
again, but Kirk only looked up and
did not defend himself. The Spock back-handed him. I saw
blood that was red fly against
McCoy rose, but I was closer. I was not to touch The Spock,
but that injunction did not extend to his
robe. I caught the
sleeves and spun The Spock back towards McCoy. They collided
and landed together on the bed. I stood
and waited, hands
raised defensively, but The Spock quieted as abruptly as he
had risen up.
I glanced at Kirk.
"You must not touch the Consort. A male
in the madness does not allow it."
He blinked rapidly as he wiped blood
from his mouth. "You
touched McCoy," he pointed out.
"I am not sexually mature, so I am not a threat."
am not a threat either. These men are my best friends."
"The Spock is within the madness," I repeated.
got up slowly. "Spock, it's Jim."
The Spock seemed to be asleep again, but we all knew now how
Kirk moved from behind me and approached the bed cautiously,
coming up on the opposite side from
where McCoy was. "Spock,
look at me, please."
McCoy called The Spock's name too, but The Spock did not
bravely or foolishly, knelt beside the bed, his face
inches from The Spock's. "It's Jim. Don't you know me?
The Spock slept on.
"Bones, what do we do?"
McCoy's voice held pain. "I don't know."
door behind me opened. Kirk rose to see who was there.
He turned his back to the bed.
The Spock attacked him again.
pulled on The Spock's robe, but I was not strong enough. I
saw his hands go around Kirk's neck and begin to twist. McCoy
as he pulled on The Spock's arms too. Then Sarek
Three of us were necessary to release Kirk. I pushed
towards the door as McCoy and Sarek struggled with The Spock.
"Get out of here, Jim," McCoy said.
took Kirk into the hall, for he seemed reluctant to move. I
noted that, with the removal of Kirk's presence in the room,
Spock abruptly quieted. When I shut the door of the east
room, it appeared as if The Spock were already asleep again.
need to see a Healer," I said. Indentations from The
Spock's fingers lay on Kirk's neck.
Sarek came out of the room.
"Sanek is downstairs, Kirk. I
will have him see you."
But I did not need to go for the Healer. Having heard the
he had come up on his own. He examined Kirk's
neck, and gave him a medication, then said to me, "Where is
the room," I said.
To Sarek, Sanek said, "The Consort must decide."
Sarek lowered his head and clasped his hands
in front of him.
"Yes," he said, his voice even, but very low.
"Decide what?" Kirk said hoarsely. Coughing cut off
else he might have said.
"Do not interfere," Sanek said to him. He went into the room.
to follow, but both Sarek and I stepped in front.
"Would you have my son kill you?" Sarek asked.
on?" Kirk asked.
"The Healer is attending to Spock," Sarek said. He glanced at
the door of the east room, then turned
back to Kirk and said,
"I do not wish to remain here. Will you accompany me?"
Kirk nodded, and possibly regretted
the movement for his hand
went to his swollen neck. He and Sarek left, and it was not
too many minutes later that Sanek
exited the room and followed
Sanek had left the door open. I could see McCoy standing in
the room. He did
not turn when I entered.
"McCoy, may I assist you?" I asked.
He closed his eyes briefly, then straightened his
at me, and shook his head.
A movement from the bed caught my attention. The Spock lay
his side, visibly shivering.
"He is cold," I said. "I will get a cover."
"We're all cold," McCoy said softly.
brought a blanket out of the cupboard and took it to the
bed. McCoy was holding a hypospray. He gazed at it for so
that I asked, "McCoy?"
He rolled up one of The Spock's sleeves, emptied the hypo,
then took the blanket and tucked
it around The Spock. He got
up on the bed and, uncaring of me, gathered The Spock to him
in a private embrace.
hypospray started to roll from the table. I picked it up.
The vial had not contained Lexorin.
The Spock stopped
I took the hypospray downstairs with me. T'Balq was in the
study room, alone, waiting for me. I gave
her the hypospray
and said, "Teacher, if I was in charge, I'd make them find a
way to end this madness."
bade me sit before her. She placed her cool hands upon
"How did Spock die, T'Kohl?" she asked.
my gaze steady upon her, I replied, "The Spock of the
House of Surak died an honourable death."
She nodded. "Thee