A Dream is a Wish
by Jatona P. Walker; rated mild R
Summary: A shared vision invades reality
Archive: Wherever you think worthy
FB: Yes, please; but, be gentle with me. This is my first advent calendar story. zulumaid @ yahoo.com
Two men stood at opposite entrances: the human at the west, the Vulcan at the east. Each was clothed in a robe that was not only traditionally embroidered but the inside insulated the wearer against the below freezing temperature of the desert night.
The fire pit in the center flared to life. The silver flames intensified until they illuminated all but the surrounding darkness. "Who comes to Koon-ut-kali-fee?" demanded an unseen voice from within the flames.
"I, James T. Kirk, come before thee," the human intoned.
"I, Spock of Vulcan, come before thee," the other intoned.
Thus spoken each man executed a right face and, with measured thread, circled the exterior stones until each had returned to his original position.
"Approach me."
In obedience each man stepped inside the structure. Instantly the howling wind ceased. Repeating their previous movements, each step spiraled towards the center.
Bells rang out from the darkness as they moved. Finally they met at the fire pit, circled one, and stopped.
"Human, what is thy desire?"
"I come to service my T'hy'la."
A pause, then, "Doest thee knowest the meaning of thy words?"
"I do."
"Hast thee knowledge of Pon Farr?"
"I do."
Once more a pause, then, "Spock of Vulcan, doest thee accept the service offered by this human?"
"I have seen the truth in his mind, heart and soul."
Once more the bells sounded, there was movement in the darkness, and then all was silence.
The silver flames radiated out until they enveloped each man. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the unseen voice spoke. "I also sense thy truths. Thee may proceed."
Still enveloped in the flames, Kirk closed the distance between them, removing his robe as he moved, revealing his rube body. "I yield all I am to thee," he intoned, then reached out and embraced the Vulcan.
Spock, his mind still reeling with the knowledge that this treasured of all humans would soon be his, returned the embrace. "Look upon me," he commanded, gently.
Kirk, his heart threatening to leap from his chest and dance with joy, obeyed, his lips parting. Hazel met brown. Passion flared. Hands began to explore--seeking, finding, and worshiping every spot.
Spock lowered his head and claimed the parted lips in a tender first kiss.
Kirk opened his mouth to welcome the conqueror that was Spock's tongue.
Spock obliged, growling deep in his throat as he deepened the kiss. The sweetness, and the sensation of touch, fueled their growing arousals.
Kirk moaned as gentle fingers began to stroke him. There was, also, the persistent wailing of a ship's intercom.....
Fighting hard to dampen the sensation, Kirk reached out and hit the button on the console. "Kirk here."
"Forgive my interruption, Captain; but, I must speak with you."
"I'm on my way, Mr. Spock. Kirk out."
The rousing strains of "The 1812 Overture" woke Spock from a troubled sleep. He sighed--the ENTERPRISE was near Vulcan and this signified an important call from his mother.
"Computer, activate terminal," he addressed the bedside unit.
"Good morning, Spock," came the reply.
"Good morning, mother," Spock replied, politely, yet the fear in her voice was not lost on him. "Is something wrong?"
"Well....." Amanda hesitated, uncertain how to begin. "T'Pau is concerned about the after effects from your last visit," she finally said.
"Concerns?"
"I will let her speak of them," Amanda replied, cryptically.
Before Spock could inquire, the ancient face of T'Pau, Matriarch of Vulcan, appeared on the screen. "Spock. It is I--T'Pau!" she addressed him formally.
"What is it you want of me?" he responded in kind.
"A year has passed and still the effects linger."
"Yes."
"Thee hast been granted a vision?"
"Yes."
"Thee knowest what must be done."
"I will not endanger a member of this crew; also, we are...."
"....seven days from Vulcan"
"T'Pau....."
"Kirk succeeded once, he will do so again."
"What is my explanation this time?"
"The Truth."
"In that I risk losing my dearest friend."
"This was no mere coincidence. Always remember the vision."
Spock considered this last statement. "Indeed."
"The vision was granted to Kirk. Go to him!"
Spock knew better than to ignore that tone.
"I will do as you ask. Spock out." Gently, almost reverently, he broke the connection; then, flipped a switch on the console. "Spock to Captain Kirk," he spoke into the device.
Ten minutes later, the door slid open to reveal James T. Kirk. "You wanted to see me, Spock?"
The hesitation in his friend's voice was not lost on Spock. He laid the robe aside. "What is your expression--ah--'Your ears must have been burning', Jim."
Kirk stepped inside. Immediately there was a soft click. The door was now locked from the inside. Kirk knew what that sound meant and remembered the last time he'd heard it.
Moving with the same purpose he had done that day, one year ago, he moved to the foot of the bed, fixed his gaze on his friend, and waited.
Spock fought to quell the blush that threatened to taint his skin. In his years of service with the human he had learned many things--the main lesson was to express his feeling verbally. "Come and sit down, Jim; we have important matters to discuss."
Kirk hesitated, and then obeyed. One look in those dark, fathomless eyes told him this was of great importance. "Concerning?" Kirk prompted.
"Before I called you, did you have a vision?"
A chill swept through Kirk's soul but not from fear. Had he heard his friend correctly? The 'vision', as Spock called it, had taken place at Koon-ut-kali- fee, after all. "Spock, does this have to do with Pon Farr?" Kirk asked.
"Yes," Spock confirmed. "The effects still linger. They are strong enough for me to present a danger to this crew."
Kirk swallowed hard. "I see. What are the options?"
"On Vulcan there are both women, and men, who are trained to assist....."
Kirk's jaw set. The very idea of Spock sharing such an important, not to mention intimate, event with a total stranger, was unacceptable; plus, if everything he had read on the subject of Pon Farr, in the past year, was correct about one particular side affect....."Spock, I know how private you are about such things....."
"Indeed. The night after we arrive on Vulcan it will be the coldest night of the year."
The strategy light bulb went on in Kirk's head at the last part of the statement. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but, isn't that like our Halloween?"
"You are correct, Jim; but, more like its' original name--Sawain."
"Is it the same as on Earth, Spock? The Time when the gate between the World of the Living and the World of the Dead are opened?"
"In a way. It is more a Time for taking care of unfinished business."
"No matter what the nature of that business is?"
"Yes, Jim."
"Good. If you can hold out until we get to Vulcan, I volunteer."
Spock, though not surprised by the human's response, was disturbed. "I forbid it."
"Fine. If you can assure me you won't die, or suffer permanent damage, I'll abide by your decision," Kirk countered.
"I....."
"Prove it, Spock!" Kirk insisted.
"You know I cannot provide such proof."
"That I do, Mr. Spock, that I do; therefore, you cannot forbid me to give what I wish to give--myself."
Spock's jaw set this time. He knew what the ramifications were. Though he trusted this man above all others, he had to be certain. "Kroyka!," he commanded. "Does thee give thyself to me for thy gratification alone, human? I have witnessed this in the past."
The meaning of those words was not lost on Kirk. They were a challenge, not an insult. His hear swelled with a bubble of hope. Could this shared vision become reality? He knew his response meant either triumph or disaster for them both.
Closing the distance between them, he stood before his friend. "Let our minds meld, Spock of Vulcan, that we may reveal the truth of our feelings," he intoned.
Spock was stunned. Everything was, in some ways, similar to the vision; even his voice reminded him of the unseen one from inside the silver flames. "Art thou certain, human?"
"I am prepared." With those words Kirk took a deep breathe that seemed to come from his very soul, and then closed his eyes. "Touch me," he whispered.
Spock felt all the years of hope well in his own soul as he closed his own eyes and reached out with his fingers--seeking, searching, and finding the sensory points on the handsome face. "My mind to your mind...." he intoned.
"....my thoughts to your thoughts," Kirk finished, as he, too, found the meld points on the Vulcan's face.
Neither man noticed the silver flames that flared up and enveloped them. **I await thee at the appointed place! ** announced the vision voice.
AND THE LOVE CONTINUES
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