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<![CDATA[SELFLESS MOTIVES?
by Jeannie McGrew
Numb with grief that Spock was actually entering the Kohlinahr discipline,
and thus would not see his friends or family again, McCoy paid a visit to
Sarek and Amanda.
Im determined to talk him out of this, and I was hoping for your
support, the doctor got right to the point.
We dont like it either! Amanda blurted sorrowfully.
Sarek shot her a look and answered more moderately, I always wanted
my son to follow the Vulcan path, but not to this extreme, I will admit. I
wanted him to suppress his emotions, not to banish them.
Can they really do that? Completely? McCoy wondered.
Yes, Sarek confirmed.
Well, weve got to stop him before he takes his vow with the High
Master!
We may not entirely agree with Spocks decision, but it is his to
make. We are unwilling to interfere.
McCoys eyes shifted to Amanda. Is that how you feel, too?
Um. Amandas eyes darted hesitantly to her husband. She seemed
about to say one thing, and then changed her mind. Yes, I agree with
Sarek.
Uh huh, McCoy responded meaningfully, not fooled for an instant.
Amanda blushed. Sarek remained impassive.
Fine, McCoy decided resignedly. Ill go after him myself.
You must not.
Are you gonna forcibly stop me, Sir?
Sarek hesitated. Negative.
Then Im going.
A human is not permitted to enter Gol without a Vulcan escort,
Sarek reminded him.
Ive been there before. McCoy waved it away.
Yes. With Spock as escort.
I still have the white robe. Ill sneak in.
I strongly advise against it. If you are caught, the Kohlinahru will be
within their rights to punish you severely for your transgression. If they
decide that you know too much about them, they may execute you.
McCoy was stunned. I thought the Kohlinarhu were peaceful.
Sarek replied, They generally are, but they have no tolerance for nonsense
or for defiance of their customs.
McCoy gulped, but put up a brave front. Ill just have to find Spock before
the others find me.
Spock himself might hurt you.
Ill risk it. McCoy rose.
Sarek stood as well. It is even possible that Spock may kill you.
McCoy blinked. He verbally stumbled. If he. He cleared his throat. If he
does kill me, hell break my neck, wont he?
Most likely. That is our most efficient method.
McCoys nerve broke. Im afraid! he confessed.
I urge you not to go.
How will I know if hes about to? Is there a distinctive approach? McCoy
wasnt about to give up his mission, but he was willing to plead for some
common sense defense suggestions.
Yes, Sarek admitted flatly.
Show me please.
Sarek started toward McCoy. His right hand rose toward the humans neck,
casually brushed the side of it, and slipped around to the back. Through the
brief touch, he experienced a startling wave of fear from the supposed
victim, mirrored in McCoys eyes.
Amanda cringed sympathetically.
McCoy whispered, Oh Im scared!
Sarek released him. Yet you knew that I would let go. How will you feel
when you know someone will not spare you?
McCoy shivered. But I cant believe Spock would do that to me.
He is changed, Doctor.
The human shifted from foot to foot. I have to try. Spock is my friend.
Hes worth it. With that, he left.
Sarek turned to a worried Amanda. The stubborn human will of course get
himself into trouble. I must follow him.
McCoy tried not to sigh with relief when he entered Spocks room. He let the
hood of the white robe fall back away from his face.
Spock eyed him severely. Doctor, you may not come in here.
Are you gonna summon the guards to throw me out?
That will not be necessary. I will accomplish that task.
Youre not our First Officer anymore, remember? You cant order me.
I did not say that ordering you would be the method that I would choose.
Spock took one step nearer.
McCoy gulped, but insisted, Damnit, Spock, you cant throw your life away
in this place! Were friends! You cant do this to me! You cant do it to
Jim, or to the others! Blast it, you know that we love you, and you love us
all, and just wont admit it! Like it or not, youre part of my life!
Spock stepped closer. And part of your death?
You wouldnt.
You sound certain. But in your emotions, you are not.
Youre violating my mind?!
As you have violated my sanctuary. Also, you are a very emotional
individual, who has always broadcast his feelings alarmingly. And you are
afraid of me.
McCoy backed away, but insisted, No, I trust you.
You used to trust me, but now you have realized that I have changed. He
backed McCoy into the wall. I am within my rights to execute you for this
intrusion.
McCoy winced.
Spock nodded. You fear tal-shaya. You are correct. That will be the method
that I will use.
McCoy shook his head, and the tears came. He tried desperately, You made a
mistake in coming here, exactly as I did just now! We all make mistakes! We
cant help it! Were only hu! He stopped himself.
But Spock understood, and his eyes lit. If I had entertained any thought of
sparing you, that remark just ended it. His right hand rose, nonchalantly
brushed the side of McCoys neck, and slid around to the back.
McCoys nerve broke before his neck could. He cried out, and squeezed the
tears out. They ran down his cheeks.
Spock quirked a brow. I would not make noise, if I were you. The other
Kohlinahru will hear you and come.
McCoy continued to sob, but lowered his volume cooperatively, although he
muttered weakly, What difference can it make? I cant be any more dead if
they do it, than if you do!
That is true. But you still fear them more than you do me. Hm. That is
interesting.
What is? McCoy asked miserably.
I see in your mind that this is the second time today that you have been in
this position. The first was with my father. Spocks voice betrayed his
surprise. Curious. You asked him to show you the position for tal-shaya so
that you would know for sure if I were going to do it to you. And are you
sure, Leonard?
Please! Stop it! he whimpered.
Spock experimentally pressed a tentative finger against the precise spot on
the bone. But Sarek did not go this far, did he? Did he show you this? This
is the place, Leonard. Pressure here, and you die.
McCoy sobbed breathlessly.
You were even afraid when Sarek did this, even though you knew that he
would let go. You should never have risked finding out how you would feel
when it became real, with me.
Oh please, oh please, let me go! I promise Ill never return!
Sarek entered.
Spock turned to him in surprise, and his grip on McCoys neck loosened
minutely.
The human slipped from his grasp and collapsed to the floor.
Spock looked down at him. You are not unconscious. Rise.
Instead, McCoy crawled desperately toward Sarek, where he stood in the
doorway.
Spock stepped on the doctors leg to restrain him. You are eager to return
to Earth and tell Jim about this.
McCoy looked back up at him guiltily and said nothing.
Spock continued, On the other hand, you are sincere about your vow to stay
away. In fact, you intend never to return to Vulcan at all.
McCoy admitted it, Thats for sure! Please!! Please!!!
Sarek demanded, Release him.
Spock consented, Take him. He removed his foot.
Sarek lifted McCoy and carried him out.
The human blubbered, I shouldve listened to you! Im sorry!
Sarek carried the contrite and shuddering human back to the house, for
Amanda to comfort. He knew that his human wife would be far more adept at
the task than he. He was correct.
Amanda sat on the sofa, with McCoys head in her lap, and stroked and
soothed and shushed him. She treated him like a son. After all, he and Spock
were not so very different in age. And Amanda frankly enjoyed the
opportunity to console a comparative youngster who would appreciate and
welcome her ministrations, as her real son never could.
Sarek watched this display with open curiosity. The front door opened, and
Spock entered. McCoy saw him, screamed, and fled to the guest room. Sarek
and Amanda rose to confront their son.
Spock surprised them. I am sorry. I realize now that the course that I was
choosing was the wrong one. McCoy did help me to see that. And Father, so
did you. May I go to apologize to him, as well?
Dont frighten him?! Amanda urged.
I shall not.
Sarek nodded his approval.
Spock entered the bedroom, and remained nonthreateningly in the doorway.
Even so, McCoy backed up against the far wall.
My parents would not have allowed me in here if I intended harm. When I
contemplated what I had learned from your visit, I realized that I did not
wish to dispose of my emotions.
McCoy was astonished. Jjust from what I said?
Somewhat. But less from what you said, and more from what you felt. I
revealed a number of your feelings aloud to you, as I sensed them, but there
were some that I intercepted that I did not report.
McCoy watched Spock in sudden dread, paling.
Spock confirmed, When you said that you loved me, your feelings were more
powerful than the friendship that you implied.
The human tried to retreat deeper into the wall.
Spock went on, And then you said that I loved you. You were right.
McCoy willed himself to sink into the barrier behind him.
Spock began to approach slowly. Your feelings provoked me into confronting
my own. I realized that I love you as you love me.
But but, I didnt mean for you to find out! You had no right to take it
from my mind! No dont!! he shouted as the Vulcan hand rose, but this time
not for his neck.
Spocks hand searched McCoys waist, seeking the waistband of his slacks.
Oh no no no!
Why do you protest? You have lured me out of Gol, as you wished, and shown
me the value of emotions. Now I am indulging the deepest desires that you
have in my regard. Why are you not joyful?
Im terrified!
I will not injure you. I only wish to touch.
If you truly read my thoughts, youll do a lot more than touch!
Spock let himself smile. Yes. But if the notion came from your own
thoughts, then why resist?
Because theres a huge difference between fantasy and reality! Just because
I like to dream this, doesnt mean I want to live it!
Why not?
Because Im frightened of you! Because itll hurt!!
Now, Leonard, Spock said, as he slid the humans slacks to the floor. We
both know that you want it to hurt, just a little. So that you will feel
that I am in command of you. Ah yes, of course. The realization came to
Spock as he grasped the waistband of the doctors underpants. That also
explains why you are resisting me: you want to be forced. It is part of the
game.
McCoy moaned, Please stop violating my mind!
Why not? I am violating your body. The two may as well go together. Spock
dragged the pants down. And now I realize something else as well. Although
you definitely did not want me to kill you, you did want me to at least
threaten tal-shaya, and you did enjoy it, particularly the touch of my hand
on your neck, and especially as I revealed physically and verbally the
precise location of vulnerability. You went to Gol hoping to receive such an
experience. And further, you enjoyed Sareks demonstration of tal-shaya
earlier. Interesting.
No, I feared it!
And enjoyed your fear. I register a definite fear-thrill in your memory of
the two incidents. Spock put out a confident hand toward a very private
organ.
No! McCoys hands went out to fend off his touch.
Spock seized the wrists effortlessly. And I know why you have just now
feigned resistance. There is something else that you want. He transferred
the two human wrists into one hand, and reached for McCoys shoulder with
the other.
No!! Itll hurt!!!
You hope. And this protest, too, is part of the game. Spock nerve-pinched
McCoy slightly harder than was necessary to achieve unconsciousness, and was
rewarded with a brief but bursting surge of fear-thrill from the human mind,
in conjunction with the wince and the pained cry. Then he caught the limp,
half-nude human in his arms and deposited him on the bed. He took a moment
to curiously and clinically examine the comparatively small, pink human
penis. Its tender color and diminutive size did indeed make it seem very
fragile compared to the huge, powerful, no-nonsense green phallus that Spock
sported. He wondered idly if the sight of his Vulcan weapon might give
McCoy, when he awoke, more fear-thrill than the delicate human could bear.
He mentally shrugged, deciding that he, Spock, would know if hed reached
the limit of McCoys endurance, and could easily stop long before causing
the man to die of fright, howevermuch such a death would be in ecstasy. He
rolled the human over onto his tummy, removed his own trousers and pants,
took up position between McCoys legs, and waited.
The bedroom door opened, and Sarek entered.
Spock turned faintly green. Father.
Sarek merely stated, I cannot say that I am surprised.
Indeed? Spock struggled to conceal his shock at his fathers nonchalance.
Sarek went on, When McCoy asked me to demonstrate tal-shaya to him, I felt
his fear-thrill as he endured it. Later, I stood outside of your chamber in
Gol, and listened to your conversation with him; I was there longer than I
let on. I felt again his strong waves of emotion, even as I stood there
listening. I knew then that we were dealing with a masochist, who employs
his apparent cowardice as an enticement to those who would indulge him, and
whom he desires. The fact was confirmed beyond any doubt as I carried him
home: held in my arms, he unknowingly sent his emotions and thoughts
coursing through me. Part of his grief lay in being separated from you
prematurely, without enough having happened. He was sorry that the
experience was over so quickly and wanted more. Being safe here again was
rather an anticlimax. Then, when you came home so soon, surprised us with
your apology, and seemed so eager to see him, I probed your feelings as
well, and discovered reciprocity. In fact, you do have a slight sadism to
complement his masochism.
Fascinating, Spock commented.
Sarek went on, Why else would he have fled into this bedroom when you
arrived, unless he wanted to make himself vulnerable to you, give you an
opportunity to inflict more Vulcan methods upon him, even give you a
chance to perform a sexual act on him? Surely he would have been safer
remaining in the living room with your mother and me, if protection were all
that he desired.
Indeed.
Sarek gestured. I assume that you nerve-pinched him?
Yes.
Good. He wanted it rather badly. Part of his disappointment as I carried
him away from Gol, lay in the fact that you had not done that. He had been
hoping that you would. Subconsciously, he had been trying to plant the
suggestion of it into your mind by slipping to the floor in Gol and feigning
unconsciousness, hoping that you would get the idea, and render the state
real. I felt a stab of sorrow and loss from him when you merely informed him
that he was not unconscious, and ordered him to rise. That is the real
reason why he disobeyed you and crawled toward me: not to seek my protection
from you as it appeared, but in order to provoke you into sufficient anger
to enforce your order, by making his unconsciousness a reality.
Spock was moved. Father, I am deeply impressed by your insightful
understanding of McCoys feelings. And of mine, he added significantly.
Sarek refused the praise. It was no great feat. Since your feelings and
mine are so similar.
Spock stared hard at Sarek.
In response, Sarek lowered his own trousers, and stood next to the bed,
awaiting McCoys awakening.
Spock nodded slowly in understanding.
When the human came to, moaning at his hurt shoulder, and turned his head to
see the two Vulcan cannons aimed at him, for just one brief moment he lost
the ability to play the game. He smiled radiantly at both of them, and
breathed a fervent Thank you! Then his eyes widened, his face paled, and
he went back into his pleasureful act of fear.]]>
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