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Subject: [ASCEM-S] N2U: TOS-Gifts of Gold 5/6 [NC-17] (Sa/Am, S/Ch)
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From: "Bert" <news.55553@buckeye-express.com>

Spock and Christine were awakened by the beep of Christine's comm unit.
"Damn," she called out as she got out of the bed. "Chapel here."





"Christine, have you by chance seen Commander Spock?" The Captain's voice
came through load and clear.



She looked at Spock and his naked frame, "Oh ya, I've seen him." She smiled
at him.



Spock got out of the bed stepping forward. "Captain?"



"Good afternoon, just wanted to let you know we are in orbit around Vulcan
and your parents are going home." The captain didn't sound a bit surprised
to find him in the doctor's cabin.



"Understood, I will be there momentarily," Spock replied. "I believe it is
time to face the music with our friends as well." He walked over to her
bathroom taking his fresh uniform with him. He glanced back at her. "Are you
planning to shower?" He looked at her suggestively.



"Yes, but we don't have all day so go ahead. I'll clean this mess up," she
said with a smile.

* * *



Five Months Later



Christine rose from the bed despite the fact that Spock still lay sleeping.
They had just spent a passion filled night so she allowed him his rest.
Tomorrow the honeymoon would be over and both Spock and Christine would have
to decide if they were going to take the new assignments Starfleet had for
them. She was in line to be the next Emergency Operations Officer and her
beloved husband had been newly promoted to Captain. Christine smiled as she
watched Spock breathe. She had been his wife for 2 months and still had a
hard time believing this was not merely a wonderful dream.



She sighed as she combed out her light brunette hair. Once again the
butterflies stirred in her stomach as she prepared for her day. They had
been there ever since Starfleet told Spock that they would not be allowed to
serve on the same ship as husband and wife. That had been over a week ago
yet the butterflies were still there everyday, at different points of the
day. It wasn't until this morning as she dressed that she was aware things
were not right. First her pants she had not worn in a few weeks were too
tight, where as the last time she wore them they were lose on her. Secondly
she was becoming aware that parts of her body were more sensitive to touch
then they had been before. But most of all it was the idea that even though
they had been on Earth for almost two months she had not yet had her monthly
caller. It was not unknown for space to affect a woman's cycle but generally
most women began again normally once on Earth for one month. Inwardly she
smiled, all her symptoms lead to at least half a dozen diseases, but she was
sure that her particular disease would subside in roughly seven months.



Before she could let her joy flow throughout her bond to her husband she had
to know for sure. With her med kit she took a sampling of blood and ran it
through the Tricorder. Moments later she got the joyous news she would
indeed have seven months of weight gain, odd cravings, backaches and all the
other fun events of impending motherhood. The Tricorder gave every detail of
what she needed to know, and a few that she wished she didn't. She would
have a predominantly human baby, who just so happened to share her blue eyes
and dusty brown hair but had her father's ears. Christine projected images
to Spock of what she believed the infant would look like based on the read
out on the Tricorder. She watched as he smiled in his sleep; he was not an
easy man to make smile, so she knew that she reached him.



Suddenly, Spock rose to see his wife sitting on the edge of the bed smiling
at him. "Christine, I had the most startling dream." He gazed into the
depths of her blue eyes willing them to reveal their secrets.



"You did? I thought Vulcan's didn't dream." She couldn't help but to grin at
the idea she had caused her Vulcan husband to dream.



"It appears that your particular Vulcan does," he said as he moved slowly
closer to his wife, "my dream was rather fascinating ... Mommy." He took
hold of her hand. "Tell me, is my dream based on reality?" She didn't have
to verbally answer him, he knew just but the gleam in her eyes and the joy
that traveled across their bond. Taking her to him he placed his lips
against hers as a fiery kiss enveloped them both in a shared passion. Upon
breaking the kiss he held her tight as his hand ran down the front of her
stomach. "You hold our child within you. I will endeavor to keep you both
safe from harm." His wife was with child, his child. Now life had finally
begun to fill in the pieces that were missing months ago when they began
their affair.



Christine felt a rush of nausea begin in the pit of her stomach and she knew
if she spoke it would surely come up. She rushed off the bed and into the
master bathroom, made a quick prayer to the gods of the toilet and deposited
what was left of dinner. She felt her hair being pulled back and held as she
continued to lose her dinner. "Thank you," she said as she looked up at her
husband standing over her with a look of concern. With a smile on her face
she pushed herself off the floor as he helped her rise. "It is all part of
the human experience of pregnancy. In another month or so it will be over."



Spock guided her back to the edge of the bed. "You should rest a moment." He
knew too well the fragile state of pregnancy on a human woman. He vividly
recalled his mother's second pregnancy or at least the way it ended.



* * *



Young Spock stood at the foot of his parent's bed as he watched his mother's
pain-stricken face. Helpless, the boy just watched his mother as she
screamed in pain when the hard contractions hit. "It's too early," was all
she would say over and over. She had only been 5 months pregnant when labor
had started. Spock looked fearfully at his father who simply brushed his
mothers hair. He would not talk to her but Spock knew he must be reassuring
her with his mind.



The seven-year-old boy couldn't understand that Sarek was full of pain at
the thought his daughter would not live. The same genetic engineering that
gave Spock his life was taking that of his baby sister's. Spock only felt he
was to blame for his mother's pain and grief. If he had not scared her so by
taking off into the Llangon Mountains, then she would not have followed him.
He knew she had been ordered to stay in bed by the healer Serek. Although by
Vulcan standards he was a man, since he had passed his kans-wan, he knew his
human mother still worried about him. Instead of staying in bed, she had
gone out in the heat of the Vulcan day in search of him. If he hadn't
returned the way he had, and when he did, his mother surely would have died.
Spock closed his eyes to fight the tears that threatened to fall. "Mother,
I'm sorry," was all he could say.



Sarek looked away from his wife towards his son that stood at the foot of
the bed. It was not Vulcan nor was it fatherly to feel bitterness towards a
child. Yet, at the moment he was fighting hard to remain calm with Spock. It
was not Spock's fault his mother was in pain. He knew that, but it didn't
take away the thought that if Spock hadn't done one of his famous
disappearing acts his wife and unborn child would be okay. "Spock, your
mother knows you meant no harm. I believe you have learned from your actions
that it is not always wise to run off when the moment strikes you."



Spock met the eyes of his father, momentarily seeing contempt that he had
never seen before. "T'Amie will die and I am the reason." He could not stand
the sight of his mother in such pain, or the unspoken knowledge his father
blamed him. With a single cry of desperation he fled to the privacy of his
own room.



He wanted to be alone with his guilt and pain. As a Vulcan he should not
give way to these emotions, but as a boy it was a skill he had not yet fully
mastered.

Alone in his room he buried his head under the pillows to drown out his
mother's agonizing cries. For a full three hours he lay like this, until his
father came in and had to grab hi shoulder to gain his attention. "Your
mother calls for you. Have you not heard her?" Sarek's voice was controlled
as he spoke to his son, he would not allow the grief he felt at the loss of
his daughter to show on his face.



Spock looked up at his father, "I ... I did not think she wished to be in my
presence."



Sarek raised an eyebrow at his son. "You are her son. Why would she not want
to see you? Your mother will need you right now." Sarek knew Amanda didn't
blame Spock for the premature death of T'Amie and had been outraged that
Sarek's mind held even a momentary contempt for their son. "Now come, your
mother has been calling for you."



Spock knew better than to keep his mother waiting, his father never
permitted him to treat her with anything less than the utmost respect.
Getting off the bed in a fashion most becoming a Vulcan, he straightened
himself and walked back to his parents' room to stand inside the doorway in
silence.



"Spock, come here," his mother's loving but weak voice pleaded. Wide-eyed
Spock approached his mother's side. Amanda reached out to him and pulled him
to her. Stroking his hair she told him, "Do not blame yourself, Spock.
Nature has its own way of deciding what is meant to be and what is not meant
to be." Even through her own pain she would not allow a seven-year-old to
take the blame for an act of nature. She had been having contractions for 2
hours before Spock disappeared and knew the baby that grew inside her was
dying. It was her fear of losing both her children that caused her to go out
looking for her son in the first place, instead of seeking medical help.
Spock allowed himself to melt in his mother's arms and cry. He vowed that
was the last time he would ever go off without permission again.



* * *



Thirty-five years later he still felt the guilt for his sister's death.
Watching his wife, he vowed he would never allow her to tax herself the way
his mother always had when she was pregnant with his sister. As he watched
his wife he felt her mind consoling him for an event none of his friends
ever knew happen. "Christine, would you be opposed to honoring my sister by
calling our daughter T'Amie?" Spock could think of no more fitting tribute
to his sister that never had the chance to breath life.



Christine smiled at him, "Spock, I think T'Amie would be a beautiful name
for our daughter. I bet your mother will be most pleased." She wrapped her
arms around her husband, wanting to do nothing more then ease the fears he
had. She would take care of herself. Nothing was more important to her now
than the life that grew within her.



"Mother should be most pleased... I only hope my father will be as pleased."
Spock feared even 35 years later his father still harbored an unspoken
resentment concerning his sister's death. She was engineered to be appear
more human then Vulcan, which would give his mother a child that looked more
like her. It wasn't logical and now Spock didn't understand his father's
reasons behind it. But he knew it had to do with his mother wanting a little
girl to pamper and Vulcan girls simple were not pampered.



Christine gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "My darling husband, what happened
was not your fought; you were just a boy." She got out of bed. "Now come on.
I am feeling better and T'Amie is telling me it's time to eat."



He looked at her, "then I will fix your breakfast and bring it to bed."



Her mind flashed a memory of rock hard black waffles, eggs that were still a
bit too slimy and coffee that was not only thick but kept her awake for 2
days. "Mister, don't ever quit your day job! No, please leave the cooking to
me," she teased. She had eaten every bit of the breakfast in bed he made,
but it took everything she had to do it. She walked over to the mirror and
pinned her long hair back in a fashion that pulled it back away from her
face but yet allowed it to fall past her shoulders. She saw him eye her,
appearing almost displeased with her statement. "Oh, come on, you're getting
better and you still have time to learn to cook." She returned to him and
planted a kiss on his lips, then dashed out of the room to were the kitchen
was.



Spock just stood there stunned; he would have to handle her with great care.
With a deep breath he calmed himself and made his way to the kitchen to help
his wife make their breakfast. "I am prepared for my next lesson," he
exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway.



She smiled at him. "Okay. Then get the eggs out and the Karas cheese. Then
you can chop these vegetables." Her hand waved over a variety of Vulcan and
Terran vegetables they both enjoyed. She would prepare the coffee and fruit
bowl. Together they would make the omelets.



Spock looked in the cooling unit and retrieved the needed eggs and cheese,
then set them on the counter top in a bowl. He also noticed the small pieces
of ham that his wife enjoyed so. Once the needed items were in place he
began to chop the vegetables in a meticulous fashion. "After breakfast, we
will call and make arrangements for you to see a doctor."



She smiled at him. "You are forgetting, my dear, that I am a doctor."



He took his eyes off his cutting and glanced at his wife as he raised an
eyebrow at her. "Then you intend to do whatever genetic manipulation may be
needed and deliver our daughter on your own?"



"Oh. Of course not, you are right. I should see a doctor and determine what
work may need to be completed." She hoped it wouldn't have to be much as she
already was what could be considered a high risk pregnancy. At 42 she was
old to be bearing children and a part Vulcan child just added to the danger.
At least she knew from her Tricorder reading the child held none of the
problems that could be found in pregnancies of older women. She turned back
to breakfast. "Okay. That's enough cutting. Now take the eggs and mix them
in the bowl -- this time try not to get the shells in the mix." She smiled
as she watched him crack the eggs into the bowl. She still found it hard to
believe that 3 months ago they were married in a Terran wedding and 1 month
after that they had been legally bonded in the Vulcan ceremony. Her mind
easily slipped into the memory of there Terran wedding.



* * *



Christine stood nervously in her quarters on the Enterprise. Uhura was
applying the finishing touches on her hair as Janice Rand added the white
roses to the veil she would wear. "I can't believe this day is here. After
waiting and wishing for 7 years, I am finally marrying the man of my
dreams." She studied herself in the full length mirror. Her white satin
dress was trimmed in lace and the arms rested gracefully off the shoulders,
whereas the back of the dress brushed against the ground by a good 1.5
meters. A dozen white roses held her veil together and once on top her head
would flow down to the small of her back.

"Oh, Christine, you are breathtaking," Uhura told her as Janice placed the
veil on top of her head.



Before Christine could reply there was a buzz at her door. "Who is it?" She
didn't want it to be her future husband. She was relieved when the voice on
the other side said, "Leonard." "Come," she said to activate the door.



McCoy entered the room to find the most stunning sight he had seen in years.
"Why, Dr. Chapel, if I would've known you would be this beautiful, I would
have married you myself." He reached out and kissed her hand.



Christine blushed. "Now, now. What happen to the man that said 2 months ago,
'you're like a daughter to me', and 'I'll kill him if her hurts you'?" She
laughed as she looked at him in his dress uniform.



"Well, I hope he realizes how lucky he is," he told her as he looked her
over. "I must say I never saw Spock as nervous as he is today. You would
think he was a human bride-groom."



"Now I hope you not teasing him today of all days," she warned, with a smile
on her face.



"Me? Never ... well, not much at least." He returned her smile. "Now if
you're ready, everyone is waiting." He reached out for her arm. This would
be a proud day for him, it wasn't every day he got to walk a beautiful woman
down the aisle to her wedding. Christine gave her arm freely and they were
off to the chapel where Spock and Admiral Kirk waited with all their closest
friends.



Christine caught her first glimpse of Spock in his dress uniform waiting
with Jim Kirk. He had not yet seen her and she was able to just gaze upon
his beauty. She always thought he looked gorgeous in his dress uniform. With
a smile, she turned back to Uhura. "I guess it's too late to turn back now."
She was joking but just the same she had butterflies in her stomach. Uhura
smiled at her and walked to the front of the chapel were she would sing an
ancient Vulcan love song in Terran. When she arrived at the front she nodded
to Jim and began to sing as Christine, with McCoy as her escort, walked to
meet her future husband.

Spock gazed upon the beauty that came his way. He allowed the slightest turn
of his lips to form a smile. Dr. McCoy handed Christine to his waiting arm
and he quickly studied her before turning his attention back to Jim Kirk.



"Of all the duties a Starship Captain is required to perform, this joining
is my favorite. Today, I join not only my First officer and Assistant CMO,
but also 2 dear friends. Marriage is a time-honored union not to be entered
into lightly. As much as Spock and Christine Chapel have come to join, I am
required to ask if anyone objects to their union." He carefully eyed Leonard
McCoy and noticed that Spock and Christine also turned their eyes to meet
him.



"What?" Leonard said with a smile.



Jim smiled as he continued, "Spock, by the laws of the Federation, do you
take Christine Chapel to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold until
death do you part?"



Spock looked at Christine as he said, "I do."



Jim nodded as he looked to Christine, "Christine by the laws of the
Federation do you take Spock to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold
until death do you part?"



Christine looked at Spock smiled and said, "I do."



"Very well. Mr. Scott, I believe you have the rings?" Jim asked.



"Aye," he said as he held out the rings.



"Spock, please take Christine's ring," Jim said as he watched Spock pick up
the ring. "Now place the ring on her finger and repeat after me." He paused
a moment to allow Spock to gather Christine's fingers in his hand. "This
ring serves as a symbol of our union."



Spock looked into Christine's eyes as he slipped the gold band on her
finger. "This ring serves as a symbol of our union."



"Christine, it's your turn. Take Spock's ring," Jim said as she picked up
the other ring that rested on the pillow. "Now place the ring on his finger
and repeat my words." He paused a moment to allow her to place the ring on
his finger.



"This ring serves as a symbol of our union," then she added, "and my undying
love."



"By the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife. If you were
not a Vulcan I would say you may now kiss the bride..." he smiled at Spock.

Spock looked at his wife and saw the longing in her eyes. This public
display of affection was part of the Terran wedding, so he rested his hand
on her chin lifted it to meet his and passionately kissed his bride.





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