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Subject: [ASCEM-S] N2U: TOS-Gifts of Gold 2/6 [NC-17] (Sa/Am, S/Ch)
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From: "Bert" <news.55553@buckeye-express.com>

Spock walked into sickbay to see Christine working on a crewman's leg. "Dr.
Chapel..." he called out walking over to her.



She turned to him and gave him a brief smile, "Mr. Spock, I'll be with you
in a moment ... if you could have a seat in the office." She turned back to
her patient, her heart pounding, "Okay, Ensign Daniels, you're all done.
Next time you want to try the holodeck, please don't go past level 3. Your
leg will be a bit sore for a few days and I will talk to your supervisor
about getting a day off." She smiled at her patient. Ever since this new
experimental holodeck had been added there were 45% more off duty accidents
then before. After the ensign left she when into her office to talk to his
supervisor, she just didn't intend for the entire conversation to be about
the ensign or the holodeck. "Spock, we need to talk about the holodeck and
that darn surfing program. Nearly two-thirds of the holodeck accidents are
because people try it at levels they are not capable of." She knew the
holodeck was a nice addition to the ship but not if it caused harm.



"That is how Ensign Daniels hurt himself?" he asked. He knew he didn't have
to but he had to know for his report. "Dr. Chapel, if you could give me a
list of all holodeck accidents, I will look into what can be done."



Christine looked at him and then down at the computer. "I'll have it for you
tomorrow, it will give me a chance to correlate it."



Spock looked at her. "That will be acceptable, Doctor." He shifted in his
chair somewhat. "Is there any other business we need to talk about?" When
she shook her head he said, "Good, Christine. They have agreed to the 2000
dinner." His eyes became less of an officer talking ships business and more
of a man who saw the woman he enjoyed the company of. When he reached out
for her hand he whispered, "This is becoming increasingly difficult..."



She smiled at him, she could feel the feelings he was projecting at her. "I
know, it is bad enough Leonard doesn't believe me when I told him the motel
we stayed at on Earth, the night of your parents' party, had one king size
room left." She giggled at the memory. Neither she nor Spock had thought to
make plans for a place to sleep and, once they did, all the hotels were
full. Some convention was in town and all the better hotels were booked. So
they had to settle for a 'hole on the wall' hotel that had only one room
left with a king size bed. Both had decided to sleep in clothing. For
Christine it wasn't too hard to be the bashful girl.



When they awoke the next morning they were both fully dressed but Spock's
hand was placed in an odd position on her chest ... under her dress. Instead
of removing his hand, he used it to pull her closer to him, kissing her.
That was all they shared at that time but they both knew their relationship
would never again be the same.



Spock raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I know he 'bought the story' that the hotel
was booked but not the ... 'nothing happen'." They both knew nothing more
then a kiss happened, but it didn't help matters when they did met up with
their friends that Christine blushed at the mention of her and Spock
sleeping together. He added, "Nothing will happen until we both are ready."
They had talked about what their new relationship could lead to and
Christine let it be known that she did hope to have physical intimacy, but
she wasn't ready for that. She had grown a lot since her days as Nurse
Chapel and didn't feel the need to jump right into bed with him. Plus the
fact he was a Vulcan and had his ideals to live up to. She smiled at him,
and thought 'I hope it won't be to long.' She had all but forgotten he was
holding her hand.



"Christine ... the next step can be taken as soon as we are ready." She
blushed at the remark. When she went to pull her hand back he squeezed it,
causing her to look into his eyes. "Do you not think my thoughts about you
have changed?"



With a sigh she smiled, "Changed? Of course, I know they've changed, we
spend a great deal of off duty time together now." She looked at the
opposite wall suddenly feeling most unsure of her emotions. The past three
months had been mind boggling to her. If it weren't for Uhura, Spock would
never have asked for her help and she knew it. Uhura had insisted that
Christine was the perfect person to plan a romantic party. Spock had said
no, but when his father said yes, and there was little choice in the matter
after that. The arrangement caused Spock to have to spend a great deal of
time with her; it wasn't until about one week before the party that Spock
began to see her in a different light.



Spock gave what close friends and family would know as a frown. "Christine,
I only meant that at some point I have developed an 'affection' for you, as
humans would say." That was as close to his real feelings as he would ever
admit. He knew he loved her, but being a Vulcan love was thought of as
illogical, and he couldn't bring himself to say it. It was times like this
he cursed his dual heritage; one needed nothing more than logic, the other
desperately wanted love and acceptance.

She smiled at him. "I know. I guess after all these years it's still hard to
believe that you want to spend time with me."



He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "I have always wanted to spend time
with you, it wasn't until lately that I would allow myself to realize that."
He had always wanted to spend time with her, well almost always. Ever since
his first pon farr when she came to him a second time and awoke him from the
dream he had about her. She captivated him, at the time he blamed it on the
pon farr, but after it had run it's course she still managed to turn his
head. This time it would be fear of rejection that kept him from pursuing
her. Thanks to his father's speech about logically giving way to traditions
and being swept away by the utter romance of it all, he was able to go to
her.

She once again smiled, "I know, but I sometimes feel it's so unreal."



Spock looked at her. "Would your dream do this?" He leaned over the table
and gave her a lingering kiss. He could feel her gasp for breath as he
caught her unaware, but she did return the kiss.



"Okay, most meetings don't involve kissing." Dr. McCoy had a big grin on his
face. This was one reason he found it hard to believe that there was nothing
going on between two of his close friends.

Spock looked up at the doctor standing in the doorway. "Christine, perhaps
we should get another hotel room in that case." He looked at her, to see her
jaw drop ever so slightly. Dr. McCoy, however, had lost his stupid grin. He
never joked around in such a manner so neither doctors knew what to say or
do.



After an awkward moment of silence Christine spoke, "I'll have that report
ready first thing in the morning."



Spock got out of the chair and replied, "The afternoon will be satisfactory,
I hope to have other business to attend to in the morning." He gave her a
brief smile that Dr. McCoy couldn't see. His night and morning he hoped
would be spent with her, but not in a business relationship.

After Spock slipped out the door Christine said, "You really have to work on
your timing."

Leonard just gave a hint of an amused smile. "So what report involves
kissing?"

Christine blushed. "The report concerning the increase of accidents after
they installed the new holodeck."



Dr. McCoy let the kiss go for the moment. "Yes, there has been a rise in
off-duty injuries since they opened it."



"Commander Spock wants us to compile a report of all the patients injured in
the holodeck," Christine said as she accessed the computer. It wasn't long
before she had the data she needed. As she transferred it to a PADD, she
grouped them in categories of how the injures happen and the severity of the
injury itself.



Dr. McCoy nodded his head, the incidents of off-duty injuries had risen
dramatically since Starfleet saw fit to use the Enterprise and two other
ships to test run the new plans for a holodeck. "If memory serves, most stem
from that surfing program."



"Yes, they do," she said as she saved the last bit of her data. "Well, now
that I'm done I'd better finish that inventory report." She knew Nurse
Barker could handle it, but it was one thing she always did herself. One
last bad habit she had left from all her days as a nurse on the Enterprise.
She tucked the PADD in her pocket and began her inventory report once again.



* **



Amanda smiled as she prepared for the dinner her son had planned. "Sarek,
our son has something going on. I can feel it."



"My wife, it would be better to let nature run its course. If they are meant
to be then, logically, they will be." He too wanted his son to find what he
had found in a mate. Spock would just have to discover for himself what life
could be like with someone to share it with.



"Sarek, you are such a romantic -- even if you won't admit it." She teased
her husband as she softly brushed her fingers across his jaw. When she came
to his lips he slightly opened his mouth.

"Amanda, that will not work," he smiled lightly at her. He knew what she was
doing; she did it every time she was in one of her playful moods. She
continued her movements and added some that she knew his body was sure to
react to in the manner she desired. Long ago she had disproved the seven
year theory about Vulcans, but she also knew it was her human desires and
emotions that led him to release his inhibitions.



"I believe your body finds protesting illogical." She laughed at the change
in the way his robe covered him. All he did was raise his eyebrow and give
in to her wishes.



* * *



Spock sat at the science station on the bridge studying the report Christine
had presented him with. He couldn't help but to smile inwardly at the last
part of it, coded 'personal'. It described in detail as to what she would be
having for dessert that night. Part of him wanted his dessert at that very
moment, whereas the officer and Vulcan in him found the ideas disturbing.
Quietly, he composed a note and sent it to her quarters. In it he detailed
what he thought she might like for dessert, and where dessert would be
served.



Within ten minutes Dr. Chapel appeared in the open turbolift. "Mr. Spock?"
She walked over to him when he turned to her. "I received your reply to my
report and thought it only fitting to reply in person." She whispered to
him, leaning ever so close, "Tell me why I shouldn't demand such fine
dessert right now?"



He looked around at the bridge crew, who all were minding their own
business; they were accustomed to seeing the two of them close and
whispering. He looked at the Captain and thought about the choices to be
made, "Captain, Dr. Chapel and I will be working on the matter we talked
about on the holodeck. I believe together we can fine tune it to avoid
further problems."



"Very well, Spock," Kirk said with a slight smile. Spock's eyes had given
more away then what he had said, but who was he to judge how anyone made
'adjustments' on the holodeck. "May I ask how long you think the changes
will take?"



Spock looked at the smile on his friend's face. "I am not sure Captain, I
believe I should return within the next few hours. I will install the new
programs we designed as well. Testing those will take up the most of my
time. Dr. Chapel, please meet me there in ten minutes. I have to retrieve
the codes from my quarters."



He entered the turbolift, after it closed behind him and the doctor he
asked, "You are so impatient that you can't even wait until after dinner?"
He was teasing her at this point, for he could no longer stand to wait
either.



Her smile radiated the small area they were in. "I don't see you sitting on
the bridge."



His eyebrow rose in response. "It seems I am not quite the logical Vulcan I
protest to be."



"Nobody's perfect," she said as she leaned into to him to steal a kiss. She
was beginning to like this new rule; as long as no one was around he would
give in to her.



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