Lady Of Vulcan

Chapter 4

“Well, not secret exactly,” T’Kar replied, “obviously I’ll have to tell someone sooner or later, at the moment I’d rather it was later because I really don’t know how to handle this ability.”

Kirk nodded, “I don’t think I can be of much help if I’m honest, given the choice I’d shout what you did for me and Bones from every rooftop in ShiKahr, but that’s not possible either is it?”

T’Kar shook her head, “Sorry.”

Jim sighed, “So, it’s your birthday in three days? Are you going to have a celebration after you’ve seen the lawyer? I’m sure that Leonard or I would be delighted to take you to dinner.”

“Now don’t start fighting over me, Jim,” T’Kar warned,“you can’t ask me to choose between you and Leonard, I like you both.”

“Then both of us will take you out,” Jim promised, “you can tell me all about the lawyer and I can tell you how my treatment’s going.”

“You’ll go and talk to Dr M’Benga?” T’Kar stopped with a spoonful of cereal halfway to her mouth, “I didn’t think you’d go for it.”

Kirk scowled, “I’m not sure I have much choice if I want to get my ship back. All I ask is that you stay with me.”

“I will speak with Dr M’Benga,” T’Kar said, “although he may prefer a more specialised nurse, one who has psychiatric experience to deal with your case.”

“I don’t need to be babied,” Kirk scowled and took a sip of his coffee, “I want a friend, someone who will stick by me when nothing’s working and I can’t remember and all I want to do is to scream and shout. I need someone who will shout back at me and tell me that I’m being an idiot.”

“Like I did last night when you went looking for Dr McCoy?” T’Kar raised a dark eyebrow and Jim smiled.

“Is there any breakfast?” McCoy came into the kitchen, running a hand through his still sleep-tousled hair.

“There’s cereal in the cupboard with the blue sticker,” Kirk replied, “Milk in the fridge, same label.”

“Would you like something cooked?” T’Kar asked.

“Cereal’s fine,” McCoy smiled, “How long have you been up?”

“Twenty minutes or so,” Jim smiled, “we’re just debating when to visit Dr M’Benga and talk to him about treatment.”

“He’d know more about them,” McCoy agreed, “although I know some of them if you’re interested.”

Kirk scowled and played with his breakfast, “Bones, I know I have do this but-”

T’Kar smiled, “I understand, Jim, I do. This is why I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to be involved with you any longer. You are the debonair, charming, Starship captain and this is going to show the cracks in your armour. I think you would prefer it if things stayed that way.”

“Maybe not this time,” Jim looked up and T’Kar was stunned by the intensity in the hazel eyes, “you’ve already seen beneath my ‘armour’ – as I have beneath yours. Whichever course of treatment I pursue I want you by my side.”

T’Kar looked from one to the other and swallowed hard, “If you’re asking me to be your lover-”

“No,” Jim shook his head tiredly, “I’ve never had much luck with women whenever I’ve visited this planet. If they decide to use drugs I want you in the room to hold my hand, I need someone I can trust.”

“But you’ve got your friends,” T’Kar stared at him bemused, “you’ve trusted your life to them many times.”

“But not my soul,” Jim replied sombrely.

T’Kar risked a quick look at Leonard McCoy and thought He knows! He knows and it’s killing him to keep this from his friend. Swallowing she replied, “All right. But I must speak to Dr M’Benga and abide by his judgement.”

McCoy bent to his cereal and said, “I hope that he agrees.”

When Kirk had finished his cereal he asked quietly, “Would you mind if I used your shower?”

“Go ahead,” T’Kar nodded, “Leave your bowl, I’ll clear up when I’ve finished.”

When they were alone she looked over the top of her spoon at Dr McCoy, “You know why he has amnesia don’t you?” she said gently, “I can feel the guilt boiling off you in waves.”

“Yes,” McCoy said softly, almost too softly to hear, “the whole episode was my fault.”

“How so?”

“I injected myself with cordrazine,” Leonard replied, “and we ended up in another place and time and Jim made the hardest decision of his life. I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive myself.”

T’Kar laid a hand on his, “Perhaps you need therapy too. Someone to talk you through this.”

“Not until Jim’s memory is restored.” McCoy said firmly.

“You said that he seemed to be all right,” T’Kar frowned. “And then there was the encounter with the Klingon vessel. I take it you came through pretty much unscathed.”

“A K’t’inga class warship decloaked off our port bow,” McCoy replied, “she fired on us.”

“Injuries?”

“Minor,” McCoy replied, “or at least we thought so. Her guns had been disabled and we thought she’d probably surrender, except that she didn’t. She self-destructed.”

“And?”

“Well as she did so the Captain was standing next to the science console. It exploded. Jim was left with lacerations and burns across his chest but nothing serious, nothing that would cause this. We got him into sickbay and I treated the injuries-”

“And that’s where it all went wrong?”

McCoy nodded, “I couldn’t stop the deterioration. His brain waves just started to fail and I couldn’t stabilize them. I couldn’t work out what was wrong and then Spock suggested the Vulcan Academy of Sciences.”

T’Kar sighed, “And I don’t know what I did either, which I admit doesn’t help at all.”

McCoy smiled and took her hand, “That doesn’t matter, I’m just glad you were there. More than glad if I’m honest.”

“Ah, flattery will get you everywhere, Leonard,” T’Kar smiled.

“I just wish I could do more.”

T’Kar bit her lip and nearly demanded that he find her a place aboard the Enterprise but pushed the thought to the back of her mind and shook her head, “Let’s just get the Captain well and then go from there.”

McCoy nodded, “All right. Can I jump into the shower after Jim?”

“Go ahead,” T’Kar stood up and began gathering the dishes, “I’ll wash up.”

She was quietly humming to herself as she gathered the utensils together when she heard Jim’s voice behind her, “Can I help?” he asked.

T’Kar turned and to Jim’s surprise a slight smile curved her mouth, the lips relaxed and she said, “Sorry, you’re probably not used to Vulcans smiling.”

“It’s a bit incongruous,” Jim replied, “to say the least. After all don’t you Vulcans pride yourselves on having no emotions?”

“It has never been a case of having no emotions,” T’Kar replied, “or at least I have never thought so. I have always believed that it is a matter of being able to divorce your emotions from the situation. That of course causes half the problems between Vulcans and Terrans.”

“You think so?” Jim looked at her surprised.

“Well think about it,” she said, “when someone you care about is hurt, injured or dying, the hardest thing to do is to make any decision without your emotions coming into play. That is the one advantage that we have by being Vulcan, an ability to set one’s emotions aside. It isn’t pleasant and it isn’t easy and we get labelled as being cold and uncaring.”

Jim stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time, “My God,” he murmured, “I think you’ve hit the nail on the head.” He laughed, “and you say you’re no psychologist.”

“I’m not,” T’Kar replied, “but I do have a couple of advantages. I was brought up as a Terran although my father insisted that I learn some Vulcan meditation techniques and also that I undergo the trial of strength because if I did not I would gain no respect from any of my peers. Half-Vulcans can still be regarded with suspicion so in that respect he was right.”

“How do you do it?”

T’Kar shrugged, “Because I must, and it is half my heritage. It is doubly hard to stand in two worlds you know. You cannot be one thing or another and neither side truly accepts you as their own. Perhaps in that respect Vulcans are better. Despite me being more inclined to my Terran side than my Vulcan I have never felt such xenophobia from Vulcans as I have on occasion from Terrans.”

“You’d think that in the twenty-fourth century we’d be above that,” Jim smiled wryly, “but I am afraid that it is not so.”

McCoy came out of the bathroom looking marginally more refreshed, “Better?” T’Kar asked.

“Much,” McCoy smiled, “I guess we’d better head for the hospital.”

“Yeah,” Jim scowled, “let’s go.”

Jim watched the young, capable woman as she manoeuvred the groundcar along the streets of ShiKahr,

“Any word from Mr Spock?” Jim asked.

“We spoke this morning before you were awake,” T’Kar said, “he’ll meet us at the hospital, my guess is that he could sit in with your session with Dr M’Benga if you wish.”

“Actually I’d rather it was just you,” Jim said thoughtfully.

“Are you sure?” T’Kar stopped the groundcar and turned to look at him, “I’m sure that Dr. McCoy would be a better choice.”

“I want you,” Jim insisted.

T’Kar looked at both of them, her gaze flicking from one to the other until finally Dr. McCoy nodded, “All right, I agree. But any problems-”

“I’ll come and find you,” T’Kar promised. She sighed softly, she had a sneaking suspicion that Spock also knew the intimate details of their last mission and he wasn’t talking either. Something bad happened, she thought, something that threatens not only to break their friendship but also to cripple it. Sighing she turned her attentionback to the road and wondered if she was making the right decision.

Dr. M’Benga was waiting for them, “Are you sure about this, Jim,” his dark face was sombre, “I would have recommended at least a week’s rest before we started on any programme like this.”

“I need to know what happened,” Jim said shortly, “I don’t want to lose my command and if I don’t find out what went wrong and how to deal with it I’m going to.”

“There is a drug that might help,” M’Benga steepled his hands in front of his face, “but it has dangerous side effects.”

“Will it work?” Jim asked.

“Seventy percent possibility,” M’Benga replied. “But there’s also the thirty percent probability that it’ll leave you with brain damage.”

“I’ll risk it,” Kirk said, his hazel eyes dark.

“Jim! You can’t – the risk – ” to T’Kar’s surprise it was Spock who’d spoken.

Kirk turned and T’Kar thought that something passed between them before Kirk shook his head, “Spock, I know that you and Bones know what happened and for whatever reason you can’t tell me – but I have to find out – or I’ll go mad.”

Spock nodded and T’Kar saw a shuttered look pass across his face and the dark eyes become unfathomable. “All right, Jim.”

“How soon can we arrange this?” Kirk asked, turning back to Dr. M’Benga, “and I want T’Kar there. I trust her.”

“She’s not a psychiatric nurse, Captain,” M’Benga warned.

“I trust her,” Kirk replied stonily. “I want her there.”

T’Kar swallowed hard and looked across at Dr. M’Benga, “I don’t want to ruffle any feathers-”

Jabilo frowned again, “I’ll agree to the procedure provisionally. But I’d like a word with T’Kar in private if I may.”

The men nodded and then they were alone, M’Benga sighed, “What have you done?” he asked.

“I really don’t know,” T’Kar lied, “I mean there was last night but-”

“What happened last night?”

T’Kar licked her lips, “I found Dr. McCoy out walking so I invited him back to my apartment. We were just sitting down to dinner when the Captain showed up.” For the first time in her life she prayed that the lie would hold and he’d believe her.

“I thought you were supposed to spend your evenings in meditation,” Jabilo replied, “don’t tell me you were looking for someone.”

“Just trying to keep myself occupied,” T’Kar lied, “I know I was supposed to be in meditation but I couldn’t concentrate. This damned meeting with the lawyer is doing my head in.”

“I know, I know.” M’Benga smiled, “so, you were about to sit down to dinner and the Captain turns up on your doorstep. What happened next?”

“Well he’d gone looking for Dr. McCoy,” T’Kar explained, “I think he’d even walked partway into the desert because he collapsed on us when he arrived and saw the doctor was safe. I told him he was an idiot.” She added.

“Yes, well he’s Captain Kirk,” M’Benga said, as if that explained everything. He ran a hand across his face, “I’m not even sure that you should be involved.”

“To be honest, Jabilo, nor am I.” T’Kar replied, “I know that Captain Kirk wants me with him, although I think that Dr. McCoy or even Mr Spock would be better choices than I would.”

“Perhaps,” M’Benga smiled, “but he wants you, and I should warn you T’Kar, Captain Kirk usually gets what he wants.”

“I had noticed,” T’Kar smiled, “so? Do we agree to let me sit in despite both our misgivings or not?”

M’Benga nodded, “I would rather that you had misgivings than were certain sure. I agree with provisos.”

“And these are?” T’Kar felt her mouth suddenly go dry.

“This is a dangerous procedure and it is possible that it could cause more harm, if I ask you to leave the room I want your solemn promise that you will do so. You are a civilian and therefore not privy to some of the classified information in Starfleet.”

T’Kar stood up and said quietly, “There is a way around that you know.”

M’Benga shook his head, “It isn’t a solution I want to consider. You can’t take the Starfleet Oath and then rescind it. It is binding and once taken you will be an enlisted member of Starfleet. Do you understand that, T’Kar? You’ll probably have to leave Vulcan and you could end up anywhere.”

“I think I know that,” T’Kar said slowly, “so do you, which is why you haven’t suggested it again.”

“It was the wrong suggestion.” M’Benga replied, “You could have a bright future in Starfleet – if you were to be sworn in, just for this one case it could destroy you.”

“What would they do?”

“I don’t know,” M’Benga replied, “I just don’t think that it’s right to drop you into this situation.”

“Then maybe I should look at the literature,” T’Kar replied, “make up my own mind. Isn’t that my choice?”

“Will you remember that when you’re serving out your three years on some mining world like Alcanor?” M’Benga replied sharply, “Starfleet takes a very dim view of someone being sworn in on a whim. They generally take reprisals.”

“Then perhaps the question should be, ‘Is this man worth it?’.” T’Kar sighed, “And I am afraid that the answer is ‘I do not know’.”

“I cannot help you with either,” Jabilo replied, “however I think that for now, you can ‘sit in’ with us. It would ease the Captain’s mind and for this procedure he must be calm.”

“I have read some of the literature,” T’Kar replied, “it is dangerous isn’t it?”

“All procedures are dangerous,” M’Benga replied, “this one doubly so. You know enough about cogent amnesia after an accident to know why.”

“There’s usually some memory loss,” T’Kar frowned, “sometimes the actual memory of losing consciousness, or even the accident itself is lost, but when a large chunk of memory has disappeared with no apparent reason then it is usually due to some trauma that the subject can’t face. Usually the appropriate treatment is to allow the subject to rest and allow them to come to terms with what’s happened. But not in this case.”

“No, not in this case,” M’Benga smiled wearily. “I need to read up on the merits of using feromazone – and so do you if you’re going to assist me.”

The three men were waiting outside when they emerged, Leonard took her arm, “Are you all right?” he asked solicitously, “Dr. M’Benga didn’t upset you did he?”

“No, he just vocalized what we’d both been thinking.” T’Kar swallowed.

Bones eyed her thoughtfully, “Why don’t I believe you?” he said quietly.

“You know us Vulcans too well,” T’Kar replied slowly.

“Spock, will you and the Captain be all right if I take T’Kar for a coffee somewhere?” McCoy asked quickly.

“I should think so, Doctor.” Spock replied, raising a sardonic eyebrow. “Might I suggest a cafe near my father’s house. I believe we visited it during our last shore leave.”

“We’ll see you at home,” T’Kar said quietly, “all right?”

Jim nodded, “I want you with me.” He said urgently and then did something that froze T’Kar in place, he took her face in his hands and stared into her eyes, “Please.”

McCoy looked over the top of T’Kar’s head and for a fleeting instant saw a look of shock pass across Spock’s face before the usual Vulcan impassiveness returned.

Kirk’s eyes closed and he bent his head to press it against her forehead, “Please.” He begged again.

From somewhere beyond herself T’Kar found her voice, “Yes.”

A sigh escaped from the body of the man holding her and he murmured, “Thank you.” Letting her go he stepped back and managed a half-hearted smile.

Surprising herself T’Kar stepped forward and took his hands, “Let’s go home,” she said kindly, “we’ll talk there.”

Jim dozed in the groundcar, T’Kar sat next to him, her hand gently holding his own. Spock watched her from dark eyes, his lips tightening. Eventually they arrived at Sarek’s and T’Kar helped Kirk from the vehicle.

“Come on,” she said gently, “we’ll have a drink and then talk.”

The house was cool and quiet, T’Kar turned to see Spock gently take McCoy’s arm and lead him away from the house. She managed a quick nod at him before she closed the door and then she was easing Captain Kirk into one of the chairs and poured him a glass of juice. “Here,” she said, “Drink this.”

He looked up at her and took the glass, she noticed that his hand was shaking and put her own over it until it steadied. “You understand why I want to do this, don’t you?” he said urgently.

T’Kar poured herself another glass of juice and then sat opposite, “Yes. Believe it or not I do.”

“I’m sorry for that display at the hospital, but Dr. M’Benga had you in there for a long time and I thought he was trying to convince you not to be involved.”

“He’s not ecstatic,” T’Kar replied, “but he’s agreed – provisionally.”

Kirk nodded, leaning his head back he closed his eyes,“I know that what I’m asking is dangerous, but I can’t go on like this. I need to find out why I can’t remember our last mission.”

T’Kar stood up and took his hand, “You need sleep,” she said gently, “we can talk later. I promise.”

Reluctantly he nodded and then allowed her to lead him to the bedroom. He lay down on top of the bed and she stood up to leave, he reached out to take her hand, “Would you stay for a bit.”

T’Kar sat down, keeping hold of his hand, “Try to go to sleep, we’ll have a talk later.”

Kirk nodded and closed his eyes. T’Kar watched him for a few moments and then attempted to stand up but Kirk refused to relinquish her hand. She was reminded of a little boy, frightened by nightmares. Sighing she sat down again, “All right,” she said softly, “I’ll stay.”

The shadows in the room began to lengthen and she bent forward to light one of the lamps. Kirk shifted position on the bed and again she tried to disengage her hand but again his hand refused to release hers. Sighing she bent over him again and gently touched his forehead with the back of her hand. To her shock, his body seemed to relax further and he settled deeper into slumber. She lifted her hand and stared at it in consternation. Whatever connection she and Captain Kirk had it was becoming increasingly disturbing.

Gently she extricated her handfrom his and then sat for what seemed a very long time staring at the wall. What the hell was going on? How could she do this – and why could she do this? Getting toher feet she walked through to the lounge to fetch another drink. As she was pouring it, the door opened. T’Kar looked up to see her adoptive parents walk in, followed by Dr. McCoy and Spock. She managed to compose her face but something must have alerted Dr. McCoy because he was suddenly at her side, she vaguely recalled turning her head to look at him and then another pair of hands were removing the glass of juice from her own.

She swallowed and then she was being eased down into a chair and Dr. McCoy was kneeling at her feet. She blinked and looked down into his concerned face, a gentle hand was on her wrist, and she heard him speaking, “Could someone get me a glass of water, please.”

T’Kar thought she could hear Amanda and Sarek speaking quietly but all her attention was focused on McCoy’s face, he looked almost stricken and she couldn’t work out why. He must have felt her gaze on him because he looked up at her and a smile lit up the blue eyes, “You spaced out for a bit there. Have you eaten today?”

Surprising herself she shook her head and had to smile when he rolled his eyes, “You may have more stamina than humans, but you’re not superhuman.”

Spock was suddenly standing at her shoulder, a glass of water in his hand, she looked up into his face and caught something of the same look, she frowned, puzzled, she felt a bit off-colour but nothing worth worrying about. She looked up and caught the same look of shock etched on Sarek’s face.

Quietly her foster father drew Amanda aside and T’Kar watched disinterested as they spoke urgently. Amanda shook her head, quickly, abruptly and then just as suddenly, her head fell. Then she was kneeling on the carpet at T’Kar’s feet, next to the doctor. Taking T’Kar’s hands in her own, she spoke, “We had hoped that you would be spared this. You never showed any sign-”

“What is it?” Dr. McCoy was drawing Amanda to her feet.

Amanda’s voice dropped but T’Kar heard the words as clearly as if they’d been shouted across the room, “Pon farr.”

T’Kar saw everyone suddenly become very still and then Dr. McCoy spoke suddenly into the silence, “I can handle this.”

Spock looked at him quickly, “Doctor I don’t think-”

“I know, Spock,” McCoy said sharply, “I know.”

T’Kar swallowed hard, her voice having deserted her, then McCoy was drawing her to her feet, “Don’t worry about the Captain,” he said quickly, “Spock and the others will take care of him, it’s you we need to look after now.”

Amanda touched his arm as they were leaving, “Are you certain, Leonard, once she enters plak tow, there will be no reasoning with her. I do not wish her to hurt you.”

“Is there another choice?” McCoy asked, “and I trust her.” With my life, he thought. He turned to T’Kar, “Ready?” he asked softly. They were silent on the journey to her apartment, Leonard gently touched her leg, “I am sorry,” he said, “but I see no other option.”

“I could have gone into ShiKahr,” she said in a small voice. “There are places for this. Another Vulcan would be more prepared than you. I could kill you.”

“You won’t do that,” he assured her.

T’Kar managed a weak nod and then he was getting out of the car and coming around to open her door, “All right?” he asked.

She swallowed, “I’m afraid, I don’t know what’ll happen.”

“It’ll be all right.” Leonard took her hand and tucked it under his arm, T’Kar had to fight to suppress a smile, it was such a human gesture of reassurance.

Once inside he gently took her hands and drew her into the bedroom, she swallowed and looked up at him, “I know this will be strange-”

For an answer he bent his head and kissed her, she slipped her arms around him and kissed him back, feeling his tongue snake between her lips. She moaned softly, the fever was rising now and she wasn’t sure how long she could control herself. To her surprise she was scooped up in his arms and his lips were hard on hers as he carried her across to the bed. Before the fire took her, she remembered him laying her down, and then she was engulfed in flames.

Vulcans never spoke about the Pon Farr, for the male Vulcans she knew it was because it was uncontrollable, violent, an echo of their distant past and females she’d always thought because a violent woman was deeply unfeminine and scary to most men. She’d expected fire and heat and an overpowering desire to be one with the man next to her. What she hadn’t expected was the mental bonding. His mouth on hers, and then their thoughts seemed to slide together and she was back in the hospital room, sitting next to Kirk’s comatose body. So this is how you did it. She heard McCoy’s laugh in hermind and then she was in his, standing next to him as he knelt next to a Horta, feeling his uncertainty as he stared at the gaping hole in the creature’s side. The image of him using the same material as an emergency shelter to coat the wound and he felt a sudden burst of pride from her as she saw it. She was aware of his mouth on hers and then sensation took over. The feel of his hand on her breast, his lips on her mouth. He raised himself from her and for an instant the control was back before she lifted a shaking hand to cup his cheek, blue eyes stared into black ones and then his mouth was coming down hard on hers, she felt his hand slide down her side and then thought was lost in feeling.

She came to herself slowly, she was lying on her left side in her double bed an arm around her midriff. She rolled over to see that Leonard was awake and regarding her quizzically, “I’m sorry-” she began.

He leant forward and kissed her, “Don’t be sorry. I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in the desert.”

“Circumstances could have been better,” T’Kar commented.

“Circumstances could always have been better,” McCoy laughed, he gathered her up into his arms and drew her close.

T’Kar reached up and took his face in her hands, “Did I hurt you?” she asked softly.

McCoy shook his head, “No. I was more worried that I’d hurt you.” He reached up to stroke the damp hair away from her forehead, “We should get up, the others will be worried about us.”

T’Kar laughed softly, “I have heard tales of women in the throes of pon farr who kept their menfolk chained to their beds for an entire week.”

Leonard laughed and then pulling her closer, kissed her firmly, “Promise not to do that to me,” he murmured against her ear.

T’Kar snuggled closer and stroked the hair away from his cheek, “Oh it might be fun someday,” she murmured, before kissing him back. They parted and McCoy smiled, “Are we bonded now?”

“Only if we had been promised in marriage,” T’Kar said quietly, “we will have a residue of what we shared, probably for a lifetime.”

“I could live with that,” McCoy smiled, “it was not unpleasant.”

T’Kar had a sudden memory of flipping him over, of her hands on his shoulders, holding him down on the mattress and kissing him fiercely as if possessed by demons. She blushed, an olive flush suffusing her cheeks.

McCoy eyed her thoughtfully, “Remembered something?”

She nodded and he gently stroked her arm, “Trust me, you didn’t hurt me. I was a bit taken aback by the ferocity of your ‘lovemaking’ but I’ve seen enough people in the throes of pon farr to realise that they have no control over what they’re doing. I wouldn’t have volunteered if I hadn’t known what I was getting into. I promise.”

“I think you very gallant, Leonard,” T’Kar replied, her hand gently resting on the back of his neck.

McCoy smiled, “Well I could stay in bed with you all day, but I think that we better get back to Sarek’s house.”

“You said that Dr. M’Benga was willing to let you sit in on Captain Kirk’s sessions with provisos, what were the provisos?”

“He was concerned that the Captain might talk of confidential matters while under the influence of the drugs,” T’Kar replied, “and he felt that I shouldn’t be privy to that. I did have a solution, but he isn’t keen, says that it would ruin my career.”

“Enlist you as Starfleet personnel?” McCoy replied.

“How did you know?” T’Kar gasped.

“Because it’s what I would have thought of,” McCoy replied, “but I can understand his reluctance. Starfleet do tend to take a very dim view of people being sworn in on a whim.”

“Not even for James Kirk?” T’Kar asked softly. “Trust me, he’s special. When men speak of the Enterprise, they will speak of him in the same breath. All three of you in fact will not just be part of history, you will write history.”

McCoy laughed, “You think so?”

T’Kar shook her head and for a moment her eyes had a faraway look, “No, I know so.”


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