Title: Two men and a baby
Fandom: Star Trek - TOS
Rating: G, First Time
Summary: This time the
two boys gain the help of an unusual matchmaker.
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McCoy shook his head in
"Why had that bastards
done that," he muttered and went on to clear the pieces of the broken console away. He knew the quiet body beneath was holding
no live any more. He just didn't want to left the body of the young Vulcan behind.
The sound of the transporter
forced him to look up. He sighed when he recognized the forming figure of Spock.
"Did you found any signs
of the aggressors?"
"No," McCoy snapped back.
"I'm a doctor, not a detective."
The First Officer shoot
him a sidelong glance but kept on taking data with his tricorder. McCoy ignored him.
After a view minutes he
couldn't stand the silence - only interrupted by the sounds of the tricorder and the noise the pieces of rubble made when
he throw them out of the way.
"So... did you finally
know who had attacked this unshielded and unarmed ship?"
He knew he sounded bitter.
But... being eye to eye with half a dozen dead Vulcans - from the different ages he summoned a family - he had every right
to feel bitter, haven't he?
Their death had been senseless!
Just twenty minutes ago
Uhura had picked up the emergency signal of the small vessel. Immediately Kirk had given the order to change the course. It
had taken about three minutes to find the drifting ship... but they had been to late. The absence of any lifesign in the seriously
damaged ship had erased any remaining hope.
Nevertheless he, McCoy,
had insisted to beam over and check by himself. Two security guards had accompanied him and were now looking for a hint who
the aggressor had been.
The cargo bay was completely
emptied to Kirk was sure Orions have attacked the trading vessel. They were known for their cruelty and their habit to kill
every living being upon the ships they plunder. *No survivors, no witnesses* was a saying among them.
Kirk had ordered Sulu to
search for their warp signature, but the small trace they had left behind soon led into a huge field of asteroids. The Enterprise
was too big to enter it without the risk of being seriously damaged.
So Kirk reported the incident
to the headquarter and returned to the wrack.
The mess the Orions had
left behind was without example: Every console was shattered, the whole bridge and the three small quarters have been cleared
from everything which could be of some value and then the furniture was completely destroyed.
With his teeth clenched
hardly, McCoy kept on clearing his way to the six still warm bodies: Two elderly Vulcans, two younger ones and two boys. He
was sure they have been a family: Grandparents, parents and two sons.
He swallowed hard and silently
cursed the Orions. All they do was steal and kill. He wished he could only once lay his hands upon one of this beasts. He
was sure in that moment he would forget his medical ethic.
Spock's sharp order interrupted
"Dr. McCoy. I need your
"On my way."
McCoy turned and followed
the voice. He found Spock in one of the quarters, kneeling in front of an half damaged small cupboard. He tried to open the
firmly locked doors.
McCoy went over to him.
"What is it? Do you need
my help to open the door?"
Spock gave a small sigh.
Sometimes McCoy seemed to be not the fastest at all. "No. I found a lifesign
in the cupboard. Very low, but unmistakable."
That was enough for McCoy
to convince him. He, too, grabbed a piece he could use as a tool and helped Spock.
A few minutes later the
lock gave in with a sharp *pling* and the door opened.
Very carefully Spock reached
into and took a small bundle out of it.
McCoy gasped. "You didn't
tell me it was a baby."
"No. I assumed you would
recognize it as one immediately. There was no reason to tell you."
McCoy just gave him one
of his Oh-shut-up-you-walking-computer-gazes and bent over the small child.
It was carefully wrapped
in a soft blanket, leaving just a small opening for air. Only one slanted eyebrow, a closed eye and a tiny upturned nose was
visibly. It was obvious the mother had hidden her child in the cupboard to prevent it from being killed or robbed by the Orions.
McCoy checked the baby
with his own tricorder. The result didn't make much sense to him.
Helplessly he looked up.
"The body functions are
okay but the brains waves are completely messed up. I can't interpret them. Do you have an idea what is wrong with this little
Spock nodded and still
holding the bundle he got up.
"The parental link to his
mother is broken. The baby needs the immediate help of a healer. Otherwise it won't survive."
McCoy swallowed. "I...
I don't know what to do."
Spock didn't look at him.
His gaze was fixed on the unconscious child in his arms.
"I'm not a trained healer.
But my telepathic abilities are high enough to be of some assistance until we can hand it over to an healer. Because of that
we have to travel to Vulcan as fast as possible."
"Okay. Then do what is
necessary." McCoy hesitated for a moment, then added: "But don't risk your own life."
Somewhat surprised Spock
glanced at him but didn't gave a comment. Instead he said: "Please call the ship and let us be beamed back."
Back in sickbay McCoy immediately
unwrapped and checked the Vulcan baby.
It appeared to be a little
girl, not older than a few weeks, as McCoy guessed.
Spock was no help in this.
He wasn't experienced with children of that age. But nevertheless he didn't break the physical contact to her.
After a few minutes, McCoy
lost his patience.
"Heaven, Spock! I can't
check her medical data with you touching her arm all the time. Let go off."
"That's what I've said."
"Well..." Rolling on his
feet, McCoy stared at the Vulcan. He emphasized every single word, when he continued: "And could you be so kind and TELL ME,
At that, Spock finally
"If I interrupt the physical
connection, she will sink deeper into unconsciousness. She knows I'm no relative to her but the mental security I offer to
her is enough to calm her aching wounds of the broken bond."
Suddenly McCoy remembered
another broken bond.
"You also suffer from such
a wound. You never told me about your mental injuries after the ripped connection to T'Pring."
Spock avoided the blue
eyes and fixed the sleeping baby. His voice was low, when he answered: "These wounds are of no consequences."
"Tell that to your grandmother."
Surprised, Spock looked
up. "She won't listen. She witnessed the events."
McCoy just shook his head
in a silent mixture of disbelief, desperation and laughing. He was sure: One day the Vulcan would drive him crazy. Whenever
he tried to reach the man behind the mask, Spock pretends to misunderstand him.
Again he tried to get sufficient
data from the baby. And again there was only a uninterpretable mixture of her's and Spock's.
"Please Spock. Tell her
whatever you want. Explain it to her. I just need ten seconds but let go off her arm."
Spock hesitated, then nodded
briefly and broke the physical contact.
McCoy took his chance and
now he had what he had needed.
"Hm... not as bad as I
had assumed. She seems to be hungry and a bit dehydrated. The good news is, there are no injuries or other physical harm as
I can tell so far."
Spock turned and started
to make his way to the door.
"Hey. Where are you going?"
"Back to the bridge. My
shift lasts for another 3.27 hours."
"You're going nowhere,
Mister. A minute ago you told me you can't let go off her arm and now you are leaving? Is there something I haven't noticed?"
Spock stopped, but didn't
"I have stabilized her.
She is now in some kind of healing trance and will stay in this stadium until we arrive in the Vulcan orbit or until I'll
touch her again. And now excuse me please."
Spock started again to
leave sickbay but McCoy's sharp order stopped him.
"No. You'll stay right
Slowly Spock turned round,
an uninterpretable expression appeared in his face and then subsided within the fraction of a second.
But McCoy had seen it. He gestured the Vulcan back to the chair he had used before to sit next to the baby's
"Sit down, Spock, and tell
me what's wrong."
Spock obeyed to the order,
but kept silent. He just looked at the small child.
McCoy waited some time.
Then he decided that for now he would let the Vulcan go off the hook.
Instead he called for Nurse
Chapel and explained to her what he needed: A bottle filled with a special mixture of minerals, vitamins and liquid, covered
with a sucker.
It took her a moment to
understand. Then her face lightened up. "You found a baby in the destroyed ship? Where is it?"
"You can visit it later.
Now hurry up and bring me that stuff."
Chapel rushed out and McCoy
returned to his two Vulcan problem children - one adult and one baby.
Spock didn't react when
the doctor fetched a chair and sat down beside him. For a moment, McCoy studied the severe features. An odd expression was laying on them, the whole body seemed slumped and the bent head told a story for its
"Tell me, Spock. What is
"What do you mean?"
"You. What is it you carry
with you all the time. And don't give me that I'm-a-Vulcan-I've-got-no-emotions-nonsense."
Slowly Spock looked up.
For a small eternity he just gazed into the blue eyes and McCoy could almost feel the building of a connection between them.
A connection he always had wished for but was sure he never would gain from the withdrawn Vulcan.
It hurts him to see the
pain in the dark eyes, to witness the mixture of loneliness and longing for a companion. Was he the only one being able to
look behind the fašade?
"Can you imagine how it
is to be completely alone?"
McCoy knew it was only
rhetorical but nodded briefly.
The intense gaze of the
dark brown eyes returned once more to the small child.
"It is like..."
"Here I've got what you
have asked for, Dr. McCoy."
Like an hurricane, Chapel
burst into the moment and shattered the thin blanket of understanding and comradeship.
Immediately Spock returned
into his shelter and McCoy suppressed a sigh.
"Okay. Hand it over to
"Oh no, please. I would
like to look after the baby. Please, Doctor."
Spock didn't react and
so McCoy nodded.
"Then try it. I think she
is hungry and thirsty."
"She? Then it is a girl.
McCoy smiled, when Chapel
went past Spock without even noticing him. Instead she bent over the Vulcan girl and took her into her arms.
The reaction of the child
startled everyone. At once it shrieked loudly and furiously bent the small body. Chapel had a hard time to not drop it.
Both men jumped up but
Spock was faster than McCoy. He took the baby out of the nurse's arms and huddled it against his chest, murmuring soothing
syllables in a language McCoy didn't understand at first. Then he recognized it as Vulcan.
The little girl stopped
immediately and snuggled against the man holding her.
McCoy and Chapel changed
a surprised look. Then the nurse turned on her heels and stormed out of the room. McCoy suppressed a smile.
"Seems, as if you have
to nurse the child, Spock."
The Vulcan didn't answer.
He just sat down again and offered the nourishment to the baby.
Silently McCoy watched
the scene. It was the most peaceful moment he ever saw. And never before he had thought of Spock as being a father. Looking
at them now changed his mind.
"Did you ever thought of
having children on your own, Spock?"
Startled, Spock looked
up. He had completely forgotten his surroundings while he watched the again almost sleeping child drinking its milk. He could
sense the tiny bond to the baby in his mind.
Been driven by his wish
to rescue even this young live he had allowed it to build up. He knew what it would cost him to allow it to be reversed when
they reach Vulcan. He was already familiar with the aching emptiness and the dreams which would follow him night after night
for weeks. Dreams full of longing and desire for someone special to him.
After his broken connection
to T'Pring he had been more lonely than he had expected. That bond never had warmed him or had calmed his need for a companion.
He always had been sure that there never would be more between him and T'Pring. He didn't want her and she mirrored his refusal.
Nevertheless there had been the bond and with it another mind connected to him.
Her reaction during his
Pon farr had been logic and he never really had expected anything else. Especially when she had sensed his longing for another
being. A Human. A man. The one he was sharing this moment with.
Lost in the blue eyes,
Spock knew there had been a question but he couldn't remember the words.
"Excuse me?" he finally
managed to murmur. Why does it hurt so much... this wish to be with another one, to feel, to trust... to be touched...
"Did you ever thought of
being a father?"
Slowly Spock shook his
head. "No. I'll never be one."
"I'm sorry. That was a
McCoy had noticed the flash
of pain in the dark eyes but he misinterpreted it.
"No, it isn't."
Suddenly, it seemed very
important to Spock that McCoy would know everything.
"You're speaking of my
mixed genetic code. As being an hybrid you certainly assume I'm sterile. I'm not. I knew that my reproduction system is completely
Vulcan. And because of that I'm able to become a father one day. If I wish so..."
"You...? I don't understand,
Spock. A moment ago you told me you never will have children."
"Yes, I did so. The reason
for that isn't my hybrid genetic structure."
"Then what...?" McCoy bent
forward. Could it be? Was there a possibility that Spock could feel the same as he did?
Without hesitating the
dark brown eyes locked themselves with the blue ones.
"There is a completely
logic reason. And I'm sure as being a medician you will share my point of view."
"Then tell me!"
"I never will have children
because there is no possibility for two men to bear a child."
"Two men... then you..."
Spock nodded, hiding a
half-smile in the corners of his mouth. "Yes. I thought, you knew my preference for the same gender because of my psychological
exams. They are part of my medical file."
Fascinated Spock watched
the Human visibly blushing. It was a view he always liked.
"That's nothing I peer
on except there occur some psychological problems. And you never gave a sign of..."
"I had no reason to do
A certain sadness had appeared
in the quiet voice.
Out of reflex McCoy laid
a hand upon the Vulcan's warm arm. Spock looked at it, but didn't push it away.
"Why? I assume there is
someone you long for but he has no interest in you?"
"Something like that. He
doesn't like men."
McCoy inhaled deeply and
The baby had finished his
milk and snuggled even more against Spock's chest. In a calming and protecting manner Spock started to rock it slowly.
McCoy watched it and suddenly
he wished he could feel the strong Vulcan arms around himself.
He wasn't sure if he would
be granted an answer but he had to ask. To know who his rival is would give him at least a chance.
"Who is it then?"
Instead of an answer Spock
"Can't you imagine, Leonard?
Even Vulcans are able to use distracting tactics to hide their real emotions."
It took McCoy some time
to understand the deeper meaning.
"You're speaking of our
Spock only could nod. He
wasn't able to answer because of the pair of Human lips closing his mouth in the next moment.