[Sometimes Choices Have to Be Made]

[kirktastic]

The beeping came suddenly from off from the side of his desk where he sat in his office. For a second Kirk was grateful that no one was in there with him as he jumped, just a little startled. Grabbing his comm and flipping it open, Kirk got out "Hello" before realizing it was only an alert.

The alert was coming from Jim's communicator, down there on the planet, trapped with Nero. Knowing that Jim had managed to sneak out two messages before, a small shiver of worry passed through him as he realized what only an alert could mean. It had to be a warning that something was happening - something that Jim couldn't sneak away to tell him. Considering the circumstances, there were very few things that the warning could have been. Kirk could only hope that getting out this warning wasn't putting Jim's life in danger.

Kirk thought about what George had said the other night. The idea had gotten stuck in his head - transported against their will. He had thought about it, laying in bed at night when he couldn't sleep. Could there be a way to do just that? To transport not only Jim and Spock, but the Romulans as well? If something was happening right now, something that Jim thought was worthwhile enough to have to warn him about, then maybe it was their only chance. He had a good feeling that whatever was taking place wouldn't give him much time to think this over.

Just as Kirk started to get out of his chair, the computer spoke to him as simultaneously a red alert appeared on the console before him. Sensors indicate the Narada is no longer aboard this ship. Repeat - sensors indicate the Narada is no longer aboard this ship. Kirk felt a cold fear run down his spine as he stared at the diagram of the Enterprise the computer automatically pulled up. It showed the Narada's last known location in Jim's quarters with the single red dot disappearing and reappearing over and over again.

With that in mind, Kirk found himself rushing down toward the nearest transporter room, with his comm still in hand. "Captain to Lt Commander Scott - Captain to Lt Commander Scott!" When Scotty didn't reply fast enough, Kirk snapped off a curse and hit the transporter room at a dead run. Kirk looked to the startled ensign behind the controls. "Ensign - the last known coordinates of the Narada should still be in the system, pull them up for me," Kirk said quickly as he slid in behind another console. His fingers flew over the screen, and using the coordinates the ensign pulled up, he scanned for information about the Narada.

The Enterprise's powerful scanners swept across where the Narada lay dormant on the surface of the planet below. To his utter amazement, the powerful shielding that had not only protected the Narada from every attack they had launched her way but kept them from doing something like this before was down, as if it had never been. To his greatest fear, Kirk could also see that her power levels, which had previously been so low, were now quickly picking up. That had to be it. That had to be what Jim was warning him about. The Romulans had done exactly as they feared - they had managed to not only locate but mine up the dilithium without the use of the plasma drill Kirk had helped destroy.

There was no time to think about what he had to do or talk to any other officer if this was the right course of action. Kirk looked to the confused ensign beside him and said, "Prepare - four to beam up." The computer recognized Jim and Spock's signatures immediately - it was Nero and Ayel's that Kirk had to locate. It wasn't hard, there seemed to be little else in the immediate area around the Narada. The mining must have scared everything off, Kirk thought to himself off-handedly. He had no doubt that every second counted. After all, it was impossible to say how long it would take for the Narada to get her shields back up.

Kirk hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the computer finally located Nero and Ayel's signatures. Something else that George had said came into his mind. He wasn't sure that Stockholm Syndrome was the right term for it but Kirk understood what his father meant. He didn't know how Jim and Spock would react to what he planned to do. With that in mind, he carefully divided the instructions to the transporter. Spock and Jim would be sent the conference room on Deck A. He instructed the computer to lock the door on the conference room and put his own personal code as the clearance needed for the lock.

The next set of instructions were a little more difficult to do in such a hurry. Choosing two open rooms in the brig, he set each one to its highest level of security. Only the captain would be able to lower the force field that separated the Romulans from the rest of the ship. Knowing the anger he had seen in Spock's eyes, and knowing the revenge in some people's hearts, even in his own, Kirk had to ensure that his crew was protected from Nero, and Nero from his crew. I'll need to speak with Security myself, Kirk thought quickly as he typed.

As he finished the last of the instructions to the computer, with the transporter locked on the four life signatures below, Kirk could only hope that he was doing the right thing. He looked to the ensign beside him and nodded only once. "Energize."

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Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Their reunion had been interrupted by hard work and an even harder situation - Spock would have justified it thus if he had been asked. But Jim was not asking for justification - he was sliding his - her - hands up Spock's thighs.

Spock parted those thighs so Jim could get closer, move closer, kiss more. His own hands - so strange and light - fluttered to rest on Jim's face. Rounder. But the underlying bone structure was similar. The hair was... very soft to the touch. And long. And pleasant to his fingers. Spock twined his fingers in it and pulled back from the kiss just long enough to take a breath before moving in again for more.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Whatever it looked like, Jim would probably have felt the urge to get as close to Spock as humanly possible as quickly as possible regardless of gender. Affirmation of life after adrenaline-fueled uncertainty was nothing new, though it was only recently it had taken this form with them. Even so, he could hardly separate the variant circumstances from one another. He and Spock were safe, together, and Spock was a hot chick. Any one of those three things alone was more than enough reason to sigh into him/her, flowing even closer between Spock's thighs, the hand in his hair--not tugging, but suggesting it--sparking thoughts that touched Len but were not exclusively involving him.

Though his mouth was occupied, Jim was by no means quiet.

Beautiful, god you're beautiful, Spock, and we're back, you're back, I have you here...

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock did not pretend to be immune - he more than suggested; he pulled Jim upward, light pressure tangled in his long blonde hair and half stood, pushing Jim back against the table.

This is a pleasing body to you?

His own relief and... joy to be back on safe ground was immense.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

The move was unexpected, but not at all unwelcome. In fact, it was a pleasant surprise, Jim having somewhat assumed that Spock's discomfort was great enough that he'd have to persuade everything out of her. Him. Damn. Jim's ass met the edge of the table with an oddly pleasant, sharp pressure and his arms attempted to draw Spock closer.

I'd like it to be, he returned slyly.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

There was, objectively, something to be said for the new extra flesh he carried, Spock mused as he bent Jim back over the table with a steady and deliberate pressure. It was very tactile, and the quality of contact would only improve upon the removal of their clothes.

Though this was hardly the place.

Still, Spock's hand crept under the too-large uniform shirt Jim wore to touch the newly soft skin of his side, to slide a hand up towards ribs.

It is possible that can be arranged, Jim.

His own female body was responding, blood flooded with the chemicals of arousal. If he were himself, Spock would be ashamed of his loss of control. In this form, however, he reveled in the sensation of Jim giving way to him, leaning back so that their bodies rubbed against each other.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact he had sent a fast comm to Spock telling him to meet him outside of the conference room, he couldn't wait. The knowledge of what Jim had told him, the need to know what had happened down there, the need... the need to find out if they had turned against him at all. He was a captain, he was strong, but that didn't mean he had doubts. Concerns. Worries.

Kirk's fingers flew quickly over the small console just outside the door, inputting his own personal code, and stepped inside--

...........

Every. Thought. Stopped.

Jim (ohgodhot) was forced back against the table, bent back a little with their lips pressed together. Spock was gorgeous, they both had long, flowing hair. Spock's hands were under Jim's shirt...

The door shut behind him, but Kirk didn't move. Or... breathe. If he did, he was pretty sure that if he did breathe, the image would shatter and he'd have imagined it all.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim was, frankly, delighted by the response though there was something faintly unfamiliar, unexpected, about Spock's presence in the bond. If he'd stopped to think, he'd have realized that Spock just wasn't like this, not without that blunt edge of neediness or uncertainty Jim was trying to erase.

But he hadn't.

He was still Jim, and the fact of a woman who was also Spock rubbing up against him made it unlikely he was going to protest on any score. Though he was still Jim, and the opening of the door did not pass unnoticed by even his heated senses.

He turned his head, still bent under Spock, and smiled. "Jim!" he said, making some effort to scramble to his feet, though Spock's strength and newfound clarity of purpose made that difficult. "Look, we're girls. Are Nero and Ayel girls? Is everyone safe? What happened?"

There was something oddly bubbly and yet straightforward about him, as if there were no incongruity in being suddenly a woman bent under another and yet retaining captainly authority.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock was actively reluctant to allow Jim to stand - the close contact was too pleasurable. So he stood but did not step back - when Jim stood, there was no room for him that was not pressed up against Spock.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk was having trouble thinking. After all, he was only human, and male at that. Very male, as his body was reminding him. Two gorgeous girls had been making out in front of him, and they were still pressed closed together. wanted to be in the middle what?

"...J...Jim? Spock?"

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim smiled broadly. Spock was... touchy. He liked it. Okay, it wasn't something he could tolerate on the bridge, but it seemed oddly endearing now. On top of the mind-numbingly hot it already was anyway.

"Yes. Jim. Spock. Much as I hate it, I recommend a complete medical examination to make sure we haven't, I don't know, taken someone elses' bodies who are now enjoying ours in a carnal nature, but as far as I know, it's us. Bond's still there and everything."

The look on Kirk's face was priceless. Jim was going to remember this forever.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...Er." Kirk actually had to shake his head to get some real thoughts to shake loose from wherever they were hiding. "Er, right. Yea. I'm gonna get your Bones up here so he can check you while I get a briefing from both of you about what the hell is going on."

He pulled out his comm, flipping it open, and said into it (without ever looking away from the two of them), "Captain Kirk to Doctor Leonard McCoy, non-native."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

"A medical examination is... logical."

It would also be time consuming but Spock squashed that thought with logical efficiency.

Spock's voice was deep for a woman, precise and slightly husky.

"And our Leonard is, I am quite certain, aware."

Spock had felt the answering awareness of Leonard's mind.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy was certainly aware, but tracking them down was proving more difficult. And extremely frustrating, knowing they were somewhere and having no idea where. As such, he was somewhat relieved when his comm beeped and Kirk's voice rang out.

"McCoy here. I take it they're back?" Where are they went unspoken, but it hovered in the tone of his voice.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Sure are. Conference Room, Deck A. ... Bring a tricorder and everything else you need to do a medical examination. It isn't a life or death emergency before you freak out. Just... bring whatever you need."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim's laughing eyes slipped from Kirk to Spock and back.

"You called our Bones?" he said. And laughed.

It so wasn't a giggle.

"He's going to... examine us?"

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

Oh, Lord. Examination? What had they done to themselves now...

"I'll be right there." He flipped the comm shut and detoured to sickbay to pick up a few things before speeding across to the conference room. Should've known something would go wrong...

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock moved to her seat and, in new manifestation of previously established habit, tugged Jim along with her until Jim sat across her lap.

James was aware of their sexual relationship. It would be illogical to attempt disguise of it in this unusual circumstance. And Leonard would, no doubt, arrive momentarily.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim blinked at Spock, but didn't protest--wasn't the time for it, things being so uncertain--and shrugged at Kirk.

"I'm not hideous, right?" she asked casually but firmly, as if asking for important, mission-critical information. "I mean, the uniform needs to change, but I'm not an ugly girl."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk watched Spock and Jim for a minute, and tried for a second to imagine his Spock ever doing something like that. He couldn't even imagine it, and wondered what it had to be like to be so... free with things. Hell... all that stuff with Bones... he looked away, down at his comm unnecessarily for a second to hide the weird little flare of pain that came with the thought of what had been happening the last few nights.

"...Nero and Ayel are down in the brig. I have no idea if they're female," and don't really care as long as they're in one piece. "And fuck no Jim. You're both gorgeous. Seriously, seriously gorgeous. I plan to make sure all of you's gorgeous at some point," He flashed an easy grin that covered up everything else, because he meant it.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim read Kirk's glance away at concern over the situation with Nero, and resolved to talk openly with him about it soon. For now, he just grinned.

"Great," he said. "Good. I keep imagining me-in-a-dress, and..." He shuddered, but put an arm across Spock's shoulders unconsciously. There was something buzzing under his skin--no, Spock's. Not quite jealousy. Something. "Look, not to be entirely frivolous: once we've done the medical thing and you do whatever you need to do to secure Nero, we should talk."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Stirred desire still thrummed through Spock's blood but Jim's arm on around her shoulder was soothing, human-cool and sufficiently descriptive, visually speaking, of an appropriate human gesture indicating partership.

It was not jealousy. It was the lingering desire to possess.

Which also motivated Spock to place kisses along the side of Jim's neck.

"It would be advisable for the medical thing, as Jim has dubbed it, to include a sufficient span of time to include a period of reacquaintance."

It was a dry and perfectly formal request to ensure they had enough time to have sex.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy was there in a matter of minutes, his mind having spent the entire journey occupied with all the things that could possibly be wrong and wondering just which one of them it would turn out to be. The door to the conference room slid open, McCoy entered and...

...

Huh. Those things he'd been half-expecting to have gone wrong? Yeah...turned out it was none of them.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Jim said, neck arching against Spock's mouth. "So much that." He was glad Spock was embracing his/her feminine self so fully. If oddly. Jim liked it. He had a pretty consistent track record with take-charge women.

Then the door slid open, and there was Bones, all adorable and open-mouthed and Jim wriggled on Spock's lap like a completely shameless puppy.

"Bones!" he cried. "We're back! Make sure we're really us, will you? Spock wants to have sex."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy swiftly moved his gaze back up to Jim's face (or...what should have been Jim's face but sort of wasn't) and pretended he hadn't been looking anywhere else.

"Make sure you're...what happened?" Ok. Stupid question. What had happened was obvious - glaringly so. He shook his head slightly and tried again. "I mean..." Oh, he didn't know what he meant anymore. "You're girls."

Knockout girls, his mind told him with a huge grin on it's metaphysical face, but he shushed it - there were others matters at hand right now; that could wait.

Hopefully not for long.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

"One must conclude that a transporter malfunction has occurred."

There was nothing wrong with Spock's logic.

"The implication is that we should be examined for general health purposes and to ensure that there are no abnormalities beyond the fact of our transformation."

Leonard's interest was clear through the bond. Spock would make use of that as soon as the necessary examination had been concluded. Or at least after the important parts of the necessary examination had been concluded.