[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."

Comments

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock stood still as directed. But she avidly watched as Jim's arms moved around Leonard.

"It was objectionable to be parted from you for such a prolonged span."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Among other things." McCoy, eyebrow raised, glanced sideways to where Jim was leaning on his shoulder, but didn't move away. Nor did he step out of the circle of his (her?) arm - rather, he leant into it ever so slightly as he focused again on the tricorder's readings, glancing up when Spock spoke. "You're telling me it was 'objectionable'. Combined with the fact that neither of you can stay out of trouble for longer than half an hour at a time, I was starting to worry."

Rather, he had been worrying from the minute all this started, but...well, no need to say that out loud.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim grinned, meeting Spock's eyes as his other arm slid around McCoy and he deliberately pressed himself up against the man's back. Now that sensation was interesting.

"You worry too much," he said. "You have it all backwards. Spock and I are the ones who get us out of trouble. We can't help it if trouble finds us first. Risk is our business."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

"In point of fact, Leonard, statistically speaking, Jim is far more likely to find himself in need of assistance than am I. Unless I accompany him, in which case the likihood of my imperilment sharply increases. However, this is not unique to me - you also experience it on away missions."

He seemed to have finished the scan. The results would be useful for study later. Spock moved forward to press herself against Leonard's front. Quite interesting indeed.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim rolled his eyes.

"I think the predominant factor here is 'away missions.' Not me. I want that to be plain."

He liked the exposed column of McCoy's throat--that probably didn't feel any different, but he was pretty sure the breasts flattened against McCoy's back were novel.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

He suddenly found himself trapped between two extremely attractive ladies and was feeling very satisfied about it, one hand settling itself comfortably on Spock's waist. "Be that as it may, it still proves that no, I don't worry too much, and by the way, Jim," he glanced over his shoulder with some difficulty to where Jim was nuzzling against his neck and waved the tricorder at him. "I still need to scan you." Much as he was loathe to pull away, it was probably necessary.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock leaned more firmly against Leonard, to reach around and capture Jim's hand. She stroked their fingers together.

"Perhaps you should do so expediently, Leonard."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

"Yes, yes. Expedience. Scan away."

Jim peeled himself reluctantly off McCoy's back and stood, arms to the sides, awaiting inspection. He was almost certain this was his body. It certainly seemed to want sex, if he was reading the signs right. Which, when it came down to it, were pretty familiar despite the obvious superficial differences.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's your body," he confirmed with little surprise, after performing what was possibly the fastest full-body scan anyone had ever carried out. "And right now, that's all I really need to know." He reached out and hooked an arm round Jim's waist, pulling him - ah, to Hell with it, her - closer again. "I reckon the rest can probably wait."

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim noted, somewhere separate from everything else, that people were pulling him around a lot as a woman. Whether that was actually true, or he just wasn't that strong, he didn't know.

He didn't really care in this moment, with Bones--lovely, sweet, do-I-have-to-drag-it-out-of-you Bones--grabbing him without reservation and drawing him flush with his body. It gave Jim a premonition of how they fit together, which was exciting, but more exciting was how they could kiss now, Jim with the full knowledge of what Bones had said, even drunk, and how much he'd missed them. One hand twined through McCoy's hair and the other reached for Spock.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

She had been very patient. But it was logical to dispense with patience now. Spock moved into Jim's touch and pressed herself against Leonard's back. An intriguing, entirely different sensation. Spock was still tall, enough to reach her mouth to his neck as her free hand slid up under the double layer of uniform shirts he was wearing.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy, mouth thoroughly occupied with Jim's, arched back into Spock as she pressed up behind him, her hand gliding smoothly beneath his shirts. He knew he'd missed them, but he hadn't realised just how much he'd been starved of this until now - he wanted them as close as possible, to assure himself they were back and safe.

His own hands shifted, one travelling up inside Jim's oversized shirt, the other reaching back to touch the side of Spock's face, tracing her cheekbone - different, but still familiar.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

McCoy's insistence was interesting, arousing in and of itself, and Jim wriggled against him, trying to wring every new sensation he could out of it. The body was unfamiliar, but it was still his--it wasn't hard to fall prey to the touch of his hand on bare skin.

This uniform, he thought, was not very flattering to whatever figure he had.

He broke the kissed, smirking slightly as he backed up just enough to pull his shirt off, tossing it aside. Oh god, he thought. He had tits. Not huge ones, like he might have expected, but totally respectable. Which was to say they were tits. Weird, seeing them from this angle, but there it was.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock kept her position, pressed against Leonard's back - but as Jim backed up and their clasped hands separated, Spock moved her other hand to find Leonard's skin as well.

Her nails were longer. Fascinating. She trailed them lightly up Leonard's chest, skin and muscle and the curve of ribs. Over Leonard's shoulder, Spock watched Jim remove her shirt and admire her own breasts. The physiological differences were less disturbing with the heat curling through her own female body, newly urgent awareness between her thighs, heavy feeling low in her stomach.

Spock was not a superior objective judge of the female human form but, it had to be admitted, he apparently possessed a subjective appreciation for Jim's body no matter the biologically assigned sex.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy, very much enjoying the feel of Spock's nails raking lightly against the skin of his torso, gave a smirk that could almost be described as lecherous. Jim did indeed have tits. He'd been vaguely aware of the fact already, but it was quite a different matter seeing them first-hand.

To borrow a phrase - fascinating.

His hand touched the skin of Jim's side, drifting gradually upwards and over the curve of her breast before snaking round to shift her closer again, his mouth going to work this time on her neck, nipping lightly every so often.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

He'd never know, he supposed, if the reception they were getting had to do with the absence or the gender. But Jim was not the type to care--he was secure enough in his Jim-ness that he could well forgive McCoy being particularly delighted to discover his macho boyfriends were now the more familiar shape for his previous sexual escapades. His neck arched against Bones' mouth, little gasps escaping his lips that didn't sound like him at all. The friction of McCoy's shirt against his nipples was pleasant, but not as much as he expected skin to be.

"Want you both," he murmured, in case there was some lingering doubt.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock was still, gender and hormones completely aside, fascinated by watching. She was content, for the moment, to feel the reactions of her body as her eyes followed Leonard's mouth, his teeth as he lightly scored them down Jim's neck.

Leonard was far more aggressive with their female bodies. That would bear meditation. Later.

For now, Spock used the leverage she had, hands under shirts, to urge Leonard to lift his arms and allow her to remove his shirt.

It was surprisingly chilly in the conference room; Spock kept her own shirt on for the moment, the fabric too tight across her breasts in an almost pleasant fashion.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

His level of enthusiasm was less to do with the gender-change and more to do with the fact that he hadn't realised just how accustomed he'd grown to their presence, and how much of a gap the disappearance had left. He hated to think of himself as the equivalent of a languishing, idiotically lovestruck puppy, but...well, damn it all if he hadn't been secretly, ever-so-slightly pining during their absence.

McCoy gladly allowed Spock to relieve him of his shirts, revelling in the feel of Jim's skin against his, Spock still at his back - he moved one hand to touch hers, stroking their fingers together in a way that he hoped didn't come across as too desperate but...in actual fact probably did.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Jim didn't care where McCoy's enthusiasm came from. He was benefiting. The bond curled around them, as if grateful for their reunion. As Spock slid McCoy's shirts over his head, Jim reached around the waistband of his trousers and slid his hand--smaller, more delicate, but strong enough--underneath. His nipples hardening at the coolness of the air, he found them curiously sensitive where they brushed against McCoy's chest. He wanted everything at once.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock trailed mouth along Leonard's exposed spine. Leonard had not eaten sufficiently in Spock's absence; he was too thin.

T'hy'la, you will take better care of yourself.

It was pitched for Leonard and Jim both. Her humans were too fragile.

But delicious - Spock nibbled the protrusion of Leonard's left shoulder blade.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

He had to admit, this particular situation wasn't one he ever thought he'd find himself in. Not that he was thinking much about that right now. He turned his head to capture Spock's mouth with his, reminding himself of that heat he'd been missing - kissing them now was different, almost softer, but it was still unmistakably familiar.

He glanced over Jim's shoulder for a brief second, noting the table - he certainly had plans for that. Plans that were swiftly developing now Jim's hand had made its way below his waistband. He drifted a thumb over one of Jim's hardened nipples, circling it almost rhythmically as he began to slowly but surely manouevere them backwards.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Was Spock commanding them? The thought was both amusing and seemed to coil something deep within him, something that made that conversation he meant to have even more urgent. But now, he let himself be distracted, watching Spock kiss Bones with a sort of assured abandon he had seldom seen on either's face.

And then he was gasping at the touch of McCoy's fingers, the skin much more sensitive there than it had been and sending another jolt of arousal to that place below his belly. This would not, he thought, be a lengthy examination. He didn't think he could stand it. So he was glad to be moving, to be tripping back over his trousers as the three of them approached the table. Even so, he was surprised when the edge of it bit into the flesh of his ass, and brought one leg up to draw McCoy between them.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[sehlatbear.livejournal.com]

Spock was simply being logical. She was good at logic.

And, she was pleased to discover, good at kissing Leonard in this new body. Leisurely strokes of tongue that belied the increased pace of Leonard's breathing, his racing heart. Spock cataloged the signs of arousal.

Jim seemed to share them. The bond was electric with sensation and Spock began, almost automatically, to feed it to both of them, closing the circuit.

It was a simple matter, when their kiss broke, to slide skin against skin and lean to kiss Jim, all shivering hunger.

The three of them had hardly practiced the geometry of sex - the blurred memories of pon farr (pon farr seemed a distant and strange concept) and one too brief night - but Spock suspected they would find a suitable arrangement.

In fact, as Leonard continued to push Jim back across the table, to spread Jim's legs around his body, Spock considered that the possibilities, even within the constraints of their remaining time (47 minutes, 17 seconds) the possibilities were gratifyingly diverse.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[country-doc.livejournal.com]

McCoy, his mouth now working steadily along Jim's collarbone, ran a hand along the clothed inside of Jim's thigh, up towards the apex of her legs. Those trousers, besides being almost ridiculously too big, were very much in the way. Somehow, he mused absently as his wandering hand shifted below Jim's own waistband to stroke and tease the newfound sensitivity, he doubted they would be for long.

And Spock was entirely too far away, in his opinion - observation was all very well but right now, he wanted the both of them as close as possible; to know that, for now at least, they weren't going anywhere. So he pulled away from his ministrations at Jim's neck and glanced over his shoulder, extending his free hand towards Spock.

Re: Conference Room - Deck A

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

He wasn't sure exactly how this was going to work, either, but the buzzing arousal of the bond--hardly necessary, but not unwelcome--suggested numerous possibilities. right now, though, was for reunion and the first blush of what he could do with this body, with Spock's, with Leonard's. He took advantage of McCoy's distraction to shift out of his pants, leaning back on his elbows to watch them and wondering at the fact that, as ridiculously hot as the scene before him was, there was no visible sign. Oh, he could feel it, a tension in his lower abdomen, impatient wetness at his core, and he wanted to try all he'd learned from years of pleasuring women on himself.

But Jim waited. Saved it. Watched his lovers through narrowed eyes as the unfamiliar configuration shifted in his perception, Spock moving from stranger to Spock and back. Yet always with that constant knowledge at the back of his brain, augmented by Spock's manipulation.

Well, he thought. It wouldn't be cheating so very much to slide his hand down his flat stomach, combing through damp curls to test the decidedly curious sensations of his new body.