Paramount owns them, I am playing with them in a purely not-for-profit

way.  Oh yeah.



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I was a plebe at the Academy when he came to conduct a three-week

seminar.   Ambassador Spock, well past the century mark, moved like a

young man.  There was power in his arms, in his hands as he spoke, in

every movement of his body as he lectured.  I'd had a few instructors

who were Vulcans in my life, and they were usually so still.  Spock

understood how well movement communicated. 



He may have intended that he make more than a few conquests--though I

doubt it.  Many of the students there were the children or grandchildren

of people who loved him, loved him deeply.  Who were more devoted to him

than they were to their spouses, sometimes.  My father's father was like

that.  He would have died for Spock without ever questioning it, without

hesitation.  That was such a strange thing to me, but watching him, I

could see it.  He was charismatic--and attractive, still, in middle-age,

with his face gone craggy.



So I was...a little infatuated with him after a week.  I started seeking

him out after lecture.  He realized who I was almost immediately--or

rather, whose grandson I was.  As though there were some mark on me,

something bone-deep and immutable, that told him.



He asked me to dine with him and his son, Samuel, who was on Terra

because, as Spock said, "He travels the oceans as his father travelled

the stars."



When I met Samuel, I understood.  Spock had not been paying tribute to

his human heritage when he named his son.  Samuel was almost human, and

from his looks--he had to be James Kirk's son.  When he shook hands and

introduced himself as "Samuel Kirk" he confirmed my suspicions.  I'd

never known.  The accounts of Captain Kirk's and Ambassador Spock's

lives that I had read never mentioned their relationship, or the fact

that they had a child.  It was quite startling, and I started to look at

Spock a new way.  As though he might be willing to indulge me.  



Oh, I knew he was currently married.  I knew that.  But that he liked

men as well--that I had not known.  That was precious beyond words.



Dinner was pleasant enough.  Samuel was open and friendly, and

Spock...kept watching me.



Afterwards, Samuel left.  He leaned over and brushed his fingers against

his father's face before he went, though, and Spock laughed softly.  I

couldn't figure it out.  I still haven't, though I suspect Samuel said

something about me.



And then I was--called.  Something drew me to Spock, curled me against

him.  I didn't protest.  I wanted him.  He kissed me, his mouth very hot

against mine.  I moved closer and straddled him.  His hands were so

strong and gentle as they undressed me and caressed my sex, and I was

lost in him.  Alien, other, me.  The call was too compelling, like

whatever he had seen in me earlier.  Something bone-deep.



We joined minds.  We drowned in each other.  I felt him enter me and I

cried out with the pleasure of it.  After we had come, we lay together,

still joined.  I felt the love growing in me, and thought I knew, now,

why my grandfather had felt so strongly about this one.



We were together quite a few times until the last night of the seminar.

He was leaving Terra the next day, and that night he explained the

little-bonding to me.  How he had bonded my grandfather.  How the

imprint of such things passes down, how he had seen it in me.  Then he

asked my permission to renew the bond with my family.  I knew if I

agreed, I would never make love to him again.  I agreed anyway.



The sex that last time was wonderful.  He knew me completely, every

nerve, every bit of me.  Inside me, around me, mind wrapped around mind

and body around body.  I felt him set me on fire, felt the orgasm rip me

to pieces, and felt the desire burn out of me as I lay on the soaked

sheets, loving him with a bone-deep love.  More than I have been

able to love another since.  The little-bonding is a precious thing.  If

Voyager makes it back to the Federation, even if Spock is dead, Samuel

will be waiting, or Samuel's children.  I will always have family there,

even if all my blood kin are long gone.  



I light a candle and remember my grandfather on his birthday.  And I

thank him for this--because otherwise I could not bear the great

distance between myself and home.



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The End.