Title: The Whole is Greater
Rating: R for implied lovemaking and intensified emotions
Summary: After a mission, Spock reassesses his priorities and
comes to a decision, resulting in a proposition for his lover. Preceding "As Dawn Turned to Dusk" and "What Stuff That Dreams
Are Made Of"
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; Paramount does. I own
this story; there is a difference. Any under the age of seventeen stay away. The same goes for anybody offended by the idea
that two men could deeply and completely love each other. No archiving with permission. Flames and feedback welcomed.
Author's Notes: Thank you Ainzfern, for looking this over for
me; you're comments were very helpful. And thanks to Cait N. for helping me outline the bonding ceremony; when you're right,
The Whole is Greater
June 26, 2002
The Starship Enterprise, the flagship of Starfleet, had just completed a grueling, thankless mission. The fight with
the Klingons had lasted for more than a day on red alert status. And the entire crew had, once again, brushed fingers with
death. This time, however, too many lives had been lost and too much damage incurred for the crew to sit idly by and watch,
waiting for when the missions would cause their deaths. The crewmembers were beginning to reassess their priorities. And Commander
Spock was no exception.
Spock had been thinking throughout the recent
mission about what he would need done for later in his life. How he would survive his next pon farr; what he would do after
the five-year mission came to completion; how the rest of his life would be spent. And he knew that he would need to take
measures to ensure all of these things, as soon as the Enterprise was once again manageable. These thoughts flittered throughout
his mind, as he saw to the repair of the gallant ship.
after damage control had taken over, he retreated to his quarters for the evening. He entered and expected the usual blast
of heat to greet him. The temperature of his quarters was warmer than the ship temperature but not hot. That could only mean
he called into the room.
washing up, Spock. What's wrong?" McCoy called out from behind a closed door.
his head in negation, although he knew McCoy could not see him. "No, Leonard, nothing is wrong. I was wondering if you had
dined this evening."
out of the head, pulling a clean shirt over his head and onto his back. Walking over to where Spock stood by the doorway,
he replied, "Not yet, Spock. But I figured you 'd be working, so I made us dinner. Is that alright?"
nearly imperceptibly. "That is quite considerate of you, Leonard. Considering the amount of work that we have had to do, I
had not expected you to find the time to prepare dinner, as well." He walked into the work area of his quarters and sat down
at the table.
I'm amazing, Spock," McCoy said, his blue eyes glittering with humor. He followed Spock to the table and started putting the
food out. He then sat down at the table across from the Vulcan and started to eat.
"I never doubted
that, Leonard." Spock looked across the table at McCoy. He could see many evenings shared like this. He could see himself
doing this for a lifetime. Buthe wanted more than what he had now. Not wanting to seem too conspicuous, he just ate and made
conversation with the human.
progressed, and McCoy started to grow concerned. Spock was still acting as his normal self, but his movements were a bit more
nervous than usual. He had been pushing the remnants of his salad around his plate for the past few minutes. He also was refusing
to meet McCoy's eyes. "Spock," McCoy asked playfully, "Is something wrong with the food?"
up from his reverie. He had been trying to think of the best way to phrase what he needed to say. Had McCoy caught on? Sensing
the humor in the other's words, he responded, "No Leonard, the food is fine."
McCoy pressed on, more concerned than before, his humor seeming to have only intensified the Vulcan's nervousness. "What's
wrong? You've been jumpy all night. Is there anything I can do for you, Spock?"
that he would lose his resolve, if he did not make his move now. He stood up from his chair, walked around the table, and
knelt in front of McCoy. Reaching up to take McCoy's hand in his, he cleared his throat. "Leonard," he whispered. "I care
for you a great deal. And I desireI wish you to be my adun, my bondmate. Will you consent to a bonding with me?" There was
a question in his eyes.
out a gasp. *He must be joking.* But McCoy stared deep into Spock's eyes, the bottomless brown windows that led to his soul,
and he knew that the Vulcan was serious and in need of a response. McCoy covered Spock's hand with his other. "Yes, Spock,"
he whispered. "I would be honored to be your bondmate."
Spock sighed. He had feared rejection, but the warmth in McCoy's gaze held not just acceptance but love and desire. His lips
twitched slightly, curved into a tiny grin. He stood, pulling McCoy's hands to his mouth. He kissed the palm of each one slowly,
allowing the warmth to travel up McCoy's arms.
up too. He was nearly in shock of the fact that Spock wanted to bond with him. This was easily the happiest moment of his
life, even more so than when they had first made love. This was a promise until the end of time. He needed desperately to
communicate his love to hisfiancé. Very gently, he tugged his hands out of Spock's warm grasp and used them to pull the Vulcan
into a tight embrace and to trace Spock's broad shoulders, so strong of muscle but still soft under his hands.
his lips to those of the Vulcan. He traced the outline of the firm, full lips with his tongue, reveling in the spicy/sweet
taste Spock possessed. He put his soul into that kiss, letting it communicate his anticipation. When the desire for air became
too great, he pulled back, only to lick and kiss his way up to Spock's wonderfully, pointed ears. *I love those ears. I'm
glad he finally figured out why I talked about them so much.* Breathing lightly into one, he whispered, "Oh Spock, I love
you so very much."
one hand to McCoy's face. He traced his cheek with a long, slender finger, in slow circles. He bent down to kiss McCoy's temple.
*I will touch him the way I wish to very soon. I will touch him here,* his lips caressed the human's temple again, *and I
will know the beauty that is his mind. Our minds will link; we will become One.* He pulled McCoy even closer to him. Quietly,
he murmured into McCoy's neck, "I love thee, my Leonard."
together for a long moment. Then Spock took McCoy by the hand and led him to the sleeping alcove. "I believe we are expected
to consummate such a declaration." He removed his tunic and started to remove his trousers, only to have his hands stopped
"Let me, Spock."
McCoy carefully removed Spock's trousers and then gently pushed him onto the bed.
up quickly enough to pull McCoy down onto the bed with him. Soon enough, he had removed the human's uniform as well. He shifted
their positions slightly, so he lay on top of McCoy. He captured the human's mouth with his own. Sucking the bottom lip, he
brushed his tongue across the part, knocking. McCoy parted his lips, and Spock tongue delved deeper into his mouth.
to moan and shiver. Spock moved from his mouth and began to suckle one of his nipples. He put his hands to good use and started
to caress as much of McCoy's skin as he could reach. He felt the human tense slightly under his assault. He let slip the nipple
from his mouth and moved his hands to McCoy's shoulders. He gently massaged the cool body, relaxing and comforting him.
as he felt Spock's hands on his skin. He reached up to run his fingers through the silky black hair of his lover and then
moved them down to twine in the soft chest hair. He was making tiny rings on Spock's chest with his fingers. After a few blissful
moments, he moved his hand to caress Spock's face. He moved his fingers over the Vulcan's features: his upswept eyebrows that
so often showed his thoughts, the sable eyes that revealed his feelings, the full lips, the prominent jaw, the soft cheeks,
and finally, his deceivingly delicate ears. He traced the shape of one and then the other.
of relaxation and bliss were starting to overtake them. They clasped themselves to each other and moved together. The ecstasy
swept over them, and McCoy cried out in delight, a sound ripped from his very soul, as he joined with his beloved.
seemingly paused for them. Nothing existed beyond each other, and they were happy. After time started again, McCoy settled
back into his body, and consciousness was with him once more. He leaned over to plant a kiss on Spock's neck. "Spock," he
whispered, "You know we're going to have to tell people about us, right?"
still a little dazed from the rush of desire; he blinked. "Who do you mean, Leonard?"
the very least, your parents and Jim. He'd want to be there for us, Spock." Blue eyes stared into brown, waiting for a response.
"You are right, of course, Leonard. I will call my parents during the shift today to inform them of our intention to bond.
My father can schedule a time and a healer for the ceremony. My mother would plan the reception."
"We shall tell him together, my Leonard. I think
that, perhaps, we should invite him for dinner in my quarters and then reveal ourselves."
Spock," McCoy said, as he snuggled up against Spock's chest. "We'll take care of it tomorrow. I'm too relaxed and happy to
do much thinking now." He yawned and pillowed his head on Spock's shoulder.
arms wrapped around McCoy, holding him close. He ran his fingers once down the length of the human. He then put his head to
the pillow, and sleep overcame him, overcame both of them. They dreamt of the promise of a life together, bonded.
to the feel of a warm hand on his chest. He looked up to see Spock caressing his chest gently, his fingers moving lightly
over the skin. McCoy smiled voluptuously. "Let me guess, Spock, I'm going to be late for my shift and don't have time for
a shower, because I overslept?"
A light lit
in Spock's eyes. His hand moved to muss the light layer of chest hair. "You are quite correct, Leonard. And if you do not
dress right now, you will be late, and I would prefer you to not have to call the Admiral from my quarters concerning this
matter." He moved his hand to McCoy's shoulder to give him a boost.
out of bed and moved to the closet where they kept his extra uniforms for their "sleepovers." As he started to put one on,
he turned to look at Spock. The Vulcan was staring at him, watching him dress. He thought about how they would soon be doing
this everyday, without having to worry about being caught. And he smiled.
dressing, as quickly as humanly possible. He walked to the Vulcan and asked, "I don't suppose I have time for a cup of coffee,
shook his head. "I apologize, Leonard. I should have woken you earlier, but you were sleeping so soundly and peacefully that
I" His voice trailed off.
in understanding; Spock was still sensitive about speaking of emotions. The proposal last night was so un-Vulcan; Spock had
never done anything so emotional. McCoy leaned in close to the Vulcan and brushed his lips across Spock's. "I understand,
honey. Don't worry about it; it's no big deal."
just looked at him. Finally, he said, "I will invite the Admiral here for dinner at 1930. Will you be able to be here then?"
"Yeah, I'll be there. I can cook too, if you like."
be much appreciated, Leonard."
"Okay, Spock," McCoy said, "I'll be over early
then." He leaned over and pecked Spock on the cheek. "I'll see you later, Spock." With that, McCoy left Spock's quarters and
the Vulcan and headed off for another day of saving lives, all the while thinking of what to say to Kirk when they met.
The day passed quickly for both, and soon enough, McCoy found
himself back in Spock's quarters, cooking once more, for three this time. He spent most of the time thinking about what Kirk's
reaction would be.
At 1915, Spock walked into his quarters. He changed shirts and
walked over to where McCoy stood by the replicator. He wrapped his arms around the human and held him close for a long moment,
before leaning in to nuzzle his ear. "Are you ready for this evening, my Leonard?" he murmured into McCoy's neck.
as I'll ever be, Spock." McCoy turned to meet Spock's eyes, silently communicating love. They both picked up the dishes and
set the table. It was then the door chime buzzed, the sound echoing throughout the room.
McCoy shared one last glance. "Enter," Spock called to the person at the door.
The door slid
open to reveal Admiral James Kirk, Commander and friend to both for many years. He was smiling. "So, Spock, what do you have
planned for dinner?" The words were tinted with humor and ease.
Admiral. I trust you have had no difficulties since your shift ended," the Vulcan greeted.
"I'm fine, Spock; thank you. And Bones, you look well. How are you?" Kirk asked,
as he moved to take a seat at the table
"I'm just dandy, Jim. Lucky for you, we're having spaghetti tonight. And I know that's one of your favorites," McCoy said
with a slightly nervous smile. He looked toward Spock and met the Vulcan's eyes. They were dark and warm, full of reassurance.
Feeling better, he took as seat at the table across from Kirk. Spock followed suit.
the three were devouring the food in front of them; Kirk was pleased to have some real food, as a contrast to the replicated
supplies. He was updating them on some command situation information, but something seemed out of place to him. Although McCoy
was interjecting comments, he was not being his usual talkative self. Even Spock seemed a little more reserved than usual.
He tried his best not to take notice. *Besides,* he thought to himself, *these are my two best friends. Nothing that they
do could possibly surprise me.* But that thought had not prepared him for what happened next.
his plate aside and cleared his throat. "Jim," he said seriously, "Spock and I have something to tell you."
Kirk met his
eyes with the open ease and friendship. *At least they're going to tell me what's been bothering them.* "What is it, Bones?
You both should know that you can tell me anything."
at Kirk and then quickly shared a glance with Spock. He sighed softly, "Jim, I don't really know how to tell you this, but
Spock and I arewell, we're" his voice trailed off.
up where McCoy had stopped, "We are to be bonded."
at them both for a long moment. *This is what's been bothering them? That's good news. Never knew they wanted each other,
but, hey, love is love.* A grin broke out on Kirk's face. "That's wonderful, guys. Congratulations." He reached out to shake
McCoy's hand and then Spock's. "So, when's the ceremony?"
took that surprisingly well. I wonder if he suspected. Either way, this bonding shall take place, and for that I am grateful.*
A feeling of warmth flooded Spock at the thought of the bonding. He turned slightly, so he could face both McCoy and Kirk.
Although he was addressing Kirk's question, he was mainly letting his lover know what had happened earlier with his father.
"I called Ambassador Sarek during my break today and informed him of the plans to bond. He says that he is most pleased and
can arrange a healer for a ceremony in 2.47 standard weeks, providing the Enterprise can get clearance to go."
to look at Kirk. There was a joyful question in his eyes. "You going to help us?"
"I can get you there in time. But answer two questions for me. How long will you need to stay down there, and what do you
want me to do?"
and Spock half-smiled. Thinking for a moment, Spock said, "It is customary for the mother of the male to throw a small celebration,
but an officer's gathering onboard afterwards would be much appreciated. Of course, we wish you to stand by us at the ceremony."
He looked toward McCoy, who nodded in agreement.
as well. "Done," he said. More sentimentally, he added, "You know I'd come. I wouldn't miss this for all the women on Orion."
sat talking of plans, for another half hour. Finally, Kirk rose to his feet. "It's getting late, and I have the early shift
tomorrow. Goodnight to you both, and again, congratulations. I couldn't have picked better myself." He patted McCoy's shoulder,
and on impulse, Spock's as well. And he turned to leave.
for everything. Goodnight," McCoy called out behind him.
you, Jim," Spock echoed quietly.
The door swished
shut, as the Captain left Spock's quarters, leaving the two lovers to themselves.
McCoy turned to look at Spock, said, "That went really well, Spock."
lost in thought, but only momentarily. He turned to face McCoy, and he flashed the human one of his lovely half-smiles. Enfolding
McCoy in his arms, he lifted the human and carried him to the bedroom area. He laid McCoy down on the bed and sat down next
to him. He pulled him close so that McCoy's head was resting under his chin.
there are some things that you should know in preparation for the bonding ceremony."
back against his lover's warmth and concentrated on the resonant voice. "Tell me everything I need to know, Spock."
a deep breath and began to speak, explaining. "Sarek will find a Vulcan Healer Priestess to perform the ceremony. It will
consist of much listening, as well as some speaking. You will be asked questions about your devotion and your affection. Answer
the questions honestly. When the official part of the ceremony is completed, she will meld with both of us, creating the life
bond. When she is finished, you and I will be bonded, mates. Do you understand, Leonard?"
already trying to imagine what the ceremony would be like. "Yes, Spock. That sounds pretty good. What then?"
mentally at the mental air his lover produced, calmness and inquisitiveness. "We will then have a celebration, which will
be prepared by my mother. It will be done to welcome us into the family, the skan, as well as into society, us as mates."
this ceremony be, Spock?"
"I have no
doubt that my mother and father will choose a suitable location," Spock paused, picking up on the hidden meaning of McCoy's
question. "No, it will not be in the same place as my kun-ut-kali-fee. My parents will choose a different location, more suitable
great, Spock." McCoy snuggled up closer to the Vulcan.
there is one thing you must do for the ceremony," Spock stated, all serious.
"What is it
Spock? Are you going to ask me what stone I want for our rings?"
McCoy in his arms so that he could look into the blue depths. "Leonard," he whispered, "Vulcan custom does not accept the
exchanging of rings. We have our own way of pledging ourselves through material objects." He almost smiled as he saw the look
of confusion in his lover's face. He continued, "We do give a gift to our bondmate on the day of the ceremony, something that
can be held in his hands. The gift you choose is supposed to be a tangible representation of your soul, which you are also
giving your bondmate."
at Spock's face, amazed with the sensitivity of Vulcan customs. *Sure beats rings, which serve to be a tangible form of the
handcuffs that keep you together, legally.* He continued to watch the Vulcan's lips move, wishing to kiss the lips but waiting
for Spock to finish.
"What I need
you to do, Leonard, is find something, an object, that you feels represents your spirit. The object must mean something to
the heart. Price does not matter, nor does antiquity. It simply must represent your spirit, your soul, you. Can you find something
by the ceremony?"
thinking about what he'd choose. *It'll be tough, but I'll get the perfect 'me' gift.* He turned back to stare into Spock's
eyes. "Of course, Spock. I'll get you the best thing I can."
appreciatively, and then, picking up on the human's desire, kissed him passionately. Spock pulled back slightly and arranged
McCoy comfortably on his chest and thighs, their nighttime position. "Sleep well, my Leonard," the Vulcan told his human.
Spock. I'll see you in the morning."
and three days went by quickly, and soon, Spock and McCoy were beaming down to the House of Sarek to prepare for the bonding
ceremony the next day. As soon as they were both safely down on the planet, McCoy laid a hand on Spock's arm. Spock looked
down at him, reassurance in his eyes. Together they stepped up to the gate of the impressive, Vulcan house, and Spock rang
Out of the
house, came Ambassador Sarek. He opened the gate and held his hand out in the Vulcan gesture of greeting. Spock mirrored the
gesture, and then Sarek spoke, "Greetings my son, Doctor, I welcome you to my home."
"Thank you, father, Leonard and I are most gracious for your hospitality."
The two Vulcans
and the human walked back into the house where Amanda waited. Amanda came out to greet her son. "Spock, its so good to see
you. And Dr. McCoy, welcome to our home. Is there anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable?"
feeling more relaxed than he thought he would. Spock's parents had taken this better than he had hoped. "No thank you, Amanda.
I'm perfectly fine. It is good to see you again." McCoy's drawl had thickened slightly, as it normally did during cordial
greetings. He shook her hand and gave her a smile.
the two men up to a room on the second story of the vast house. The room was larger than the bridge of the Enterprise and
twice as inviting. Ancient Vulcan artwork adorned the walls, and a window and terrace gave way to the hot Vulcan sun. A large
bed of silk stood out in the middle.
"I had this
room prepared for you, my son. I hope you find it satisfactory. Join me and your mother, once you both are settled in." With
that, Sarek left the two men to themselves.
his bag down on the bed and looked at Spock. "Look's like I'm marrying a rich man," he said humorously. Spock picked up on
McCoy's mood. "Are you only bonding with me for my family's wealth, Leonard?" His eyes betrayed his words, smiling at his
know better, Spock. You're also good in bed." McCoy smiled mischievously. "But, God, this place is nice. Who knew Ambassadors
made *this* kind of money? Maybe I entered the wrong field." As he spoke, McCoy walked into the bathroom, exploring.
it upon himself to unpack for both himself and Dr. McCoy. He was putting their clothing away when he heard McCoy exclaim,
"Spock, we have a *hot tub.* Do you know what this means?"
putting away the few belongings they had taken with them to Vulcan. "Ambassador Sarek, although he may not appear to do so,
appreciates luxury, Leonard. And I'm sure we can put it to good use, before we need to go back to the ship. Come now, Leonard.
My parents are waiting."
hand in his, Spock led the compliant doctor down to the living area of the house. Amanda and Sarek were seated on a satin
covered couch. Spock and McCoy took seats on the couch opposite the ambassador and his wife.
Sarek spoke first. "My son, Doctor, on behalf of both myself and my wife, I wish to congratulate you on your relationship,
and we wish you a long and fruitful bonding."
his hand still in McCoy's, "Thank you father. Both Leonard and I appreciate your aid, and we thank you for your blessing."
"Are there any questions you have that we may be able to answer?"
"I have a
couple," McCoy responded. "Spock here had been trying to explain everything, but I'm still confused about a few things. Where
is the ceremony going to be?"
that, before her husban could open his mouth. "I have a vast garden that will be used. It should be a perfect place." She
smiled at them both.
sigh of relief escaped McCoy's lips. Spock's grip tightened slightly on the doctor's hand. "That answers question number one.
Question number two is what will I need for the reception afterward?"
nothing, my husband and I have arranged everything. Isn't that right, Sarek?" She looked at her husband with innocent eyes.
is correct. We have taken care of what needed to be done. The Healer Priestess T'Vis shall perform the bonding. Have you selected
call a "best man" Leonard. We have decided that James Kirk shall be out bre'i'khaz'el for the ceremony. He will be beaming
down tomorrow before the bonding."
"He is a good
choice, Spock. He is aware of what is needed?"
"He is father."
Do you have any other questions?"
McCoy replied, a serious look entering his eyes, "Will I have to wear one of those Vulcan robes?"
a suit will be acceptable, if you would be more comfortable in one."
gratefully. "That answers all of my questions." He turned to face Spock, giving him a look.
up on what the human wanted. "Mother, father, it is late. Leonard and I request to take our leave for the night."
my son. Rest well for the ceremony."
Spock. Goodnight Leonard."
As the two
men went up the staircase to their room, McCoy asked, "Can we try out the hot tub now, Spock?"
0900 on the Enterprise, Captain Kirk stood in front of a mirror, fixing the collar on his dress uniform. He looked
himself over and decided he looked decent enough for the ceremony.
*Today's the day,* he thought. *I still can't believe they're
actually marrying each other.* He smiled at the thought. He had to admit that since that revelation, he had noticed small
things that showed how they cared. They had been arguing less. And Spock was smiling more. And there were small touches that
he had neglected to notice before. He knew they were happy.
Kirk walked to his dresser and picked up the oak box. He held
it in his hands, thinking about his job for later that day. Spock and McCoy had explained it to him, well, Spock had. McCoy
had listened to the explanation. The last couple of days, both men had separately came knocking on his door to drop off an
item, giving the reason "Bonding ceremony," before leaving. He had put both things in the box, and now waited to take them
He could not wait to do a final check on his friends, while
they were still, technically, single. With a final look in the mirror, he left his quarters and went to the transporter room,
to be beamed down to Vulcan for the ceremony.
1000 on Vulcan, McCoy stood in front of Spock, while the Vulcan adjusted his vest.
"Is it straight yet, Spock?" McCoy asked. He knew he was beginning to sound a little obsessed, but he truly wanted the day
to be perfect.
"Leonard, it is fine. You look fine."
McCoy looked a little concerned. "Just fine, Spock?"
Spock sighed, inaudible to the human ear. "You look as beautiful, as you did the
day I met you, Leonard." He pulled the human into a gentle kiss. "Tell me what is bothering you."
"I'm sorry, Spock. I just want today to be wonderful and memorable." He looked
slightly embarrassed at Spock.
"Leonard, we are joining. Today will be'wonderful,' and I will most certainly remember
it until the day of my death. Please, try to calm down. Everything will be fine."
McCoy sat down and massaged the muscles of his neck with his right hand. "I'm trying,
Spock. I really am. But I'm going to be bonded, forever, to you. And as happy as I am, I'm still nervous."
Spock moved McCoy's hand away from his neck and began to massage it for the human.
"I know, Leonard. It is a big step. But you wish it, do you not?"
McCoy let his eyes slip shut, as the Vulcan's warm hands eased the tension in his
neck. "You know I do, Spock. I want it. I want you."
Spock's hands moved from the human's neckto his shoulders. "And I want you. Do
not worry about anything else. Just concentrate on the ceremony. And afterwards, we will be One."
McCoy turned his head to look at Spock, "You're right. I'm sorry." And then, he
reached up to pull the Vulcan into asomewhat passionate, and very comforting kiss. The silk of the Vulcan robes surrounding
Spock's body rustled.
It was this moment that Kirk chose to walk into the room. He stared at his friends,
slightly amused. He cleared his throat and said jokingly, "If you two would rather be alone, I can leave."
McCoy let go of Spock. "Jim," he said, "I think you're early." McCoy straightened
out his vest and stood. The Vulcan followed suit.
"Yeah, I just wanted to wish you both good luck. And to let you know that I hope
you both find happiness with each other."
On impulse, McCoy walked to Kirk and hugged him, then upon releasing
him, squeezed his shoulder. "Thanks Jim. This really means a lot to us. More than you may think."
Kirk smiled. "I told you Bones, anything you guys need, I'll
do for you. What are friends for?"
"A lot of people wouldn't have been so supportive and accepting."
"I'm not most people, Bones. You know that."
"Yeah, you're 'James Kirk.' Thanks for being there." McCoy moved
to the bathroom. "Now if you two will excuse me, I need to straighten out this vest."
Spock walked to the captain. "I, too, wish to thank you, Jim. I also must ask if
you have the gifts."
Kirk held up the box. "I have them right here, Spock. I won't let either of you
down." The Vulcan took Kirk's hand in his for a firm shake.
"Good luck, Spock. And you take care of him, you hear?"
"Yes Captain," the Vulcan said. "Leonard is in good hands. Tell my parents we will
be down shortly."
"Can do, Spock," Kirk said, with a grin. He turned on his heel and walked out of
From the bathroom, a small cry of frustration could be heard. *I better go check
on, Leonard,* Spock thought tohimself, *before he rips his vest in half.*
Five minutes and three kisses later, Spock and McCoy came down the stairs. They
walked into the vast gardens that belongedto Amanda, and took their places for the ceremony to begin.
At a stone alter in the middle of the garden, surrounded by two large cylinders,
lit with burning white flames, stood a very serious Vulcan woman, some hundred years in age, wearing ceremonial Vulcan garb,
the Vulcan Healer Priestess T'Vis. Off to the side stood James Kirk, dressed in Starfleet's best, the oak box held in front
of him. On a benchin front of the alter, sat Sarek and Amanda, dressed in Vulcan robes as well.
Spock and McCoy stood in front of Healer T'Vis, Spock to her left, and McCoy to
her right. With a nod from Spock, the ceremony began. There was no turning back.
T'Vis began to speak. "Spock Cha'Sarek andLeonard McCoy, you are both entering
into a lifebond with one another. The lifebond is a bond, both mental and physical, that requires deep trust from your bondmate.
And once made, it can only be severed by death. Do you understand the commitment you are about to make to each other?"
Spock nodded in the affirmative, and with a glance in Spock's direction, and a
look of love in his eyes, so did McCoy. Although nobody was looking in his direction at that moment, all concentrationon the
two men at the alter, Kirk was grinning with happiness for his friends.
T'Vis turned to Kirk, gesturing for him to open the oak box. Kirk complied, and
T'Vis removed a book, before turning back to the two mates-to-be.
She handed the book to Spock, who placed his right hand palm down on top of it.
"Spock Cha'Sarek, this is a symbol of the abiding love, commitment, and trust you place in your mate. Do you give of thisgift,
and yourself, freely to him?"
Spock closed his eyes, as he spoke in a deep and quiet whisper, "Yes."
T'Vis nodded and turned back to Kirk, placing the book back in the box, and removing
a ball shaped object, before turning to McCoy.
Handing the object to McCoy, who, like Spock, placed his right palm on top ofit,
T'Vis said, "Leonard McCoy, this is a symbol of the abiding love, commitment, and trust you place in your mate. Do you give
of this gift, and yourself, freely to him?"
McCoy took a deep breath, and swallowed, before whispering, "Yes" with a nod.
Once again nodding, T'Vis turned back to Kirk, placing the objects in the box.
A Vulcan blessing, roughly translated into English, as "As one goes to the other, the souls of two become the soul of One."
She stepped back and motioned for Spock and McCoy to go to the box. As they stepped
up, McCoy turned to look at Kirk. Kirk could see both nervousness and happiness in his eyes. He gave McCoy an encouraging
Spock turned toward Kirk, a look of appreciation crossing his features, as he took
the book from the box. Holding itin his hands, he looked to McCoy, their eyes meeting.
"Leonard, this book symbolizes the part of me that only you can touch. It is the
part of my soul that belongs to you. With it, I pledge my never-ending honesty, trust, loyalty and friendship to you, in life
McCoy turned slightly to face Kirk, who, with a grin in his eyes, handed him the
globe. Clasping both of his hands around it, McCoy turned back so he could face Spock and look him in the eyes.
"Spock, this..." he felt like laughing, maybe his gift was not serious enough?
He continued. "This snow globe represents all I really am, and how I belong to you." *I really hope paraphrasing is okay.*
"You mean the universe to me, and I promise to honor you as long as I live, and then some. My love is yours."
Spock took a step closer to McCoy, and he handed the book to his human. An old
book, black covered, with the word "Ni'var," (Vulcan for two halves that make One) in the middle of the cover. It was a book
of Vulcan poetry, all the passions Vulcans have, but won't easily admit to, written in words for the heart.
McCoy looked up, a grin on his face, his heart already melted by the Vulcan's gift.
Spock met his eyes, a tender almost smile threatening his features.
McCoy knew he should give his gift now. He handed the snow globe to Spock for his
inspection. McCoy grinned nervously, as the Vulcan turned it over in his hands.
Spock had been surprised when McCoy had said, "Snow globe." But here it was. The
gift was an antique, gold-plated on the bottom, and a key that would play a song. Spock could not help but wonder whatsong.
And inside the globe there was an old-fashioned house with a garden and two people holding hands in the middle, two...men.
Wherever McCoy had found this, Spock could not fathom.
Spock met McCoy's eyes, a smile plain on his face, only momentary, but there. McCoy
let out a small sigh; Spock liked it.
Then they both turned back to T'Vis. She stepped up and began, once more, to speak.
"As it was in the dawn of our time, so it is now. With this bond, you two will be One."
She motioned for both to come forward;they did. She placed her right hand on Spock's
temple, on the meld points, and placed her left on McCoy's meld points. She motioned for Spock to place hisright hand on McCoy's
face, and for McCoy to do the same to Spock.
She initiated a shallow meld with each, until a three-way meld could be made. Then,
she deepened the meld, weaving the two other minds together. After a few minutes, she removed herself from themeld, the contact
between the two keeping the meld together.
//My God, Spock, it's beautiful; you're beautiful.//
//No, my mate, We are. Together, forever.//
A couple of minutes went by, the two men standing seemingly frozen, as their minds
joined. Finally, they dropped theirhands, and together, the turned once more to face T'Vis.
"May your shared soul never again see pain or sorrow."
They nodded, and their paired fingers cameup to touch, the Vulcan equivalent of
kissing the bride. With that, the ceremony was over.
Half an hour later, inside of the House of Sarek, Spock and McCoy sat at a table, surrounded by Vulcan relatives.
McCoy was looking at the book.
"Yes, my mate?" Spock turned his attention from the snow globe, which he had wound
and was playing softly, "Strangers in the Night," to focus on the doctor.
"How am I going to read this?" He smiled at the Vulcan.
"Do you believe I had not thought thisover, Leonard? We can sit on the bed, with
you in my arms, and I can read the poems to you. How does that sound?"
McCoy's face broke out into a huge grin."It looks like I married ever the romantic,"
he reached out across the table to take Spock's hand in his, "I love you, Spock."
"And I, you, my qomi."
They sat there, staring into each other's eyes, their hands linked, until Kirk
came seemingly out of the blue. "Hey guys," he said, startling the mates out of their reverie. "I just wanted to congratulate
you guys again, wish you the best of luck, and give you these,"from behind his back he pulled two packages. He handed one
to each man. "I wasn't sure if wedding gifts are in Vulcan custom, but I didn't care. I just hope you guys enjoy them." He
turned to wink at McCoy. "I'm sure you'll get gooduse out of yours. Now if you two will excuse me, there is a beautiful Vulcan
woman waiting for me in the garden." With that, he disappeared into the crowd.
Spock raised his eyebrow, "That was unexpected."
McCoy grinned, "Yeah, but you know Jim. Let's see what he got us. You go first."
Spock carefully unwrapped the paper from the gift. It was a cookbook, a collection
of the vegetarian foods from every planet in the Federation. He showed it to McCoy. "It is your turn, Leonard."
McCoy ripped through the paper like a toddler on his birthday. He looked inside
and burst out laughing. Spock's other eyebrow raised, and the gift was pushed towards him. He began to blush green.
The box contained a bottle of sandalwood massage oil, some sandalwood candles,
and cinnamon flavored cookies. Everything you need to get a Vulcan up and running.
"That sneaky devil," McCoy said once he stopped laughing. "I wonder how he figured
"I am not sure, Leonard. Although it explains the look he gave you. I do not see
how it will be used."
McCoy smiled, "Come on, Spock, Jim's letting us take a honeymoon on Theta Nympho
VI. We'll put all this to good use. A whole week's worth." With that, he leaned over and captured the Vulcan's lips.
This bonding was going to work out justfine. They both could feel it in their minds,
their hearts and their Soul.