Title: Compensations Author: Angel Done for the challenge: write a story where one of
the guys loses his job. This is an AU that occurs after the episode "Operation: Annihilate!"
McCoy
took another reading. There was no help for it. The biobed, the tricorder, even his own medical sense all led him to one inevitable
conclusion.
"There's nothing I can do for you, Spock. I'm sorry."
"It is not unexpected, doctor." Too carefully,
the Vulcan swung himself off the biobed. He made slow, measured steps to the door of sickbay, one hand out in front
of him. The door hissed open and he disappeared down the corridor, one hand steadying himself against the wall.
McCoy
sank down at his desk. As he had done a hundred times since Spock had walked into the wall and said "I am, however, quite blind,"
he pulled up all the information he could find about ocular implants, surgery and restoring sight. There seemed to be no
options left.
That evening, McCoy joined Spock in his quarters, at the science officer's request. Captain Kirk
had already taken a seat, and was scowling.
"Captain, I have already shown you proof I am no longer fit to perform
my duties. If you require the doctor's word on this, he is here as well."
"Bones?" Kirk needed answers. He couldn't
just give up his best friend, and the best science officer in Starfleet, without knowing that everything had been done
to salvage him.
"I'm sorry, Jim. The damage is irreversible." The words felt like a pulled tooth, wrenched out by
some primitive tool without anesthesia.
"Spock, if you resign, where do you want us to take you? Vulcan?"
"I
would prefer Earth, Jim. Terra has been adequately tamed. Natural hazards still abound on Vulcan. I have accepted a teaching
position at Starfleet Academy."
"Spock! You didn't tell us?"
"Indeed, I just did."
McCoy watched the
discussion, aware he could be seeing one of the last interplays between the pair. That broke his heart. Jim would be lost
without Spock. And Spock, though he'd never admit it, would be bored without Jim. There certainly wouldn't be a grand master
chess player at the Academy.
The thought of shipping without Spock clenched at him, gnawing like little puddles
of acid at his stomach. He'd figured out his own attraction to the Vulcan a few months earlier, but kept it quiet. Shipboard
romances seldom worked out, and he just knew Spock would find same-sex attraction useless and illogical.
He weighed
his options, placed his own communication, and conferred with Jim. Kirk was not happy with his decision, but accepted it.
"Spock,
the Nashua will be within rendezvous range in 18 hours. They are headed back to Earth for a refit. Captain Jones has made all
the arrangements for you."
"Thank you, Captain."
"I wish... I wish there was something I could do!" Jim Kirk
paced in frustration.
"Jim." The soft word from his friend stopped him. It was rare for Spock to use his first
name. "All that can be done has been. I will miss our chess games."
Kirk turned away, making ready to leave as he
could no longer trust his voice. "I'll see you at the send-off, Spock." He did his best to keep control, and it did
not desert him now.
"Good-bye, my friend."
The send-off was a formal affair and all the senior officers attended.
McCoy was conspicuous by his absence. Uhura kept her dignity, but shattered Vulcan social convention by hugging Spock as he
prepared to leave. Sulu was as formal as he could be, and Spock answered the ancient Japanese leavetaking words with equally
old ones in Vulcan. Chekov promise to be a credit to Spock's teaching as he filled in for the new Science Officer. Spock
became aware he was listening for McCoys distinctive drawl, and not hearing it.
He positioned himself on the transporter
pad, his luggage on the one behind him, his harp cradled carefully in his arms. The doors whooshed open.
"Now
don't you leave without me." McCoy barged through the room, shaking random hands, to set his luggage on the pad beside
Spock's and take up position on the next pad. "Energize."
"Doctor–" Spock was cut off by the whine of the
transporter. "What are you doing?" he asked when they rematerialized.
"Going to Earth. Did you think Jim Kirk was
going to let his best friend travel half-way across the galaxy blind and alone? I'm the new chief infirmary officer
at Starfleet Academy."
"Welcome aboard, gentlemen." Captain Jones held out a hand. McCoy shook it. "Your cabin is
ready."
"I am to share quarters on this trip?" Spock asked.
"As your personal physician, Dr. McCoy asked to
stay with you. I think you'll find them comfortable. We're not Enterprise, but we do all right."
The quarters
were comfortable, and the twin beds made McCoy much more comfortable. It was three weeks to Earth. He could certainly find
a way to tell Spock in that time.
The ensigns settled their baggage and Spock began acquainting himself with his
new rom. McCoy sat down for a moment and opened the collar of the dress uniform.
"It was not necessary to accompany
me, Doctor. The Nashua has a medical staff."
"And Dr. Ortiz doesn't know the first thing about Vulcan hybrids. He
skipped advanced xenobiology since the entire crew is human."
Spock spent the next two days meditating. McCoy helped
out in the Nashua's sickbay, explored the ship and tried to tempt Spock with special treats coaxed from the mess-room
computer. Spock remained oblivious to the overtures, sunk within himself. In a human, McCoy would have called it depression.
Spock did allow an evening examination each day, so that was some sort of progress.
Each evening, McCoy tried to
work up his courage to speak, but nothing ever came.
A week passed, and McCoy had screwed his courage to the sticking place.
That night, as Spock lay under his tricorder, he bent in for a kiss. Spock, to his great surprise, returned it.
"I
wondered when you would do that. My calculations were correct."
"Calculations? You pointy eared computer, what calculations."
"I
calculated that within the next two days, there was an 84% chance you would kiss me on the mouth, and 8.4% chance you would
kiss me elsewhere, a 6.6% chance you would touch me intimately and a 1% chance you would initiate sexual activity."
McCoy
sputtered. "So that's what you were doin'? Calculating the odds I was going to jump you?"
"Indeed. Had you not initiated
contact within the next three days, I would have done so. Your constant state of arousal has been most distracting."
"Arousal?
What?"
"You could not have been unaware of it, Leonard."
McCoy wasn't sure which surprised him more, the tone
or the use of his first name.
"I was aware of it, dammit. I just didn't think you were."
"My ears and nose
have been compensating for my eyes. Humans have a distinct smell when aroused."
"Are you saying I stink?" McCoy
was suddenly, painfully aware that he was still leaning over a supine man.
"Not at all. I did not say it was unpleasant."
Spock's hand was shocking; hot and strong and gentle along his face. "I meditated long, attempting to understand your
motivation for giving up Starfleet merely because I was no longer capable of duty. I am gratified to know I was right.
How long will you stay once we reach Earth?"
"As long as you want me to. Spock, it won't be easy for you. We can
get a sensornet up and running that will compensate for your sight–"
"Speak the truth, Leonard." The simple
imperative stopped the doctor's words.
"I love you, Spock."
The truth lay there for a moment, then Spock's
fingers came t rest lightly on his face. McCoy nodded his consent as Spock started a light meld.
"It is true.
I suspected as much."
"Spock,. When someone says he loves you, it's good manners to say it back."
"Indeed."
Spock never moved his left hand, but his right reached up and pulled the doctor down for another kiss.
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