Leche Del Padre
LECHE DEL PADRE
Father’s Milk
(The names Fairre and Eli were found in the Vulcan dictionary of girls names)
Leonard McCoy sighed deeply, he had never felt so content, fulfilled or so deeply loved than now. At his breast, Fairre Eli (Farreh Elee) nursed heartily her tiny hands caressed the skin around his nipple. He had watched his daughter, Joanna, do the same thing when he fed her from a bottle, her little hands clutching at the bottle. Fairre looked up at him and smiled, her cheeks dimpled and then returned to the rounded out cheeks as she resumed her feeding. Fairre Eli was beautiful; her features were perfect and petite. Her head was covered by black, fine silky hair and at her forehead she had the same curls as McCoy. The tips of her pointed ears peaked through the silky dark hair, her skin was light green-ivory and soft, fine arched eyebrows were above her grey eyes that were fringed by dark eyelashes. McCoy hoped that her eyes would turn blue, his parents had blue eyes and Amanda had stated that she had blue eyes in her family as well. He watched her eyes start to close and her body relaxed, she released his nipple and as she fell asleep the tiny rosebud mouth still made the motions of sucking. McCoy stroked her hair and his finger caressed the pointed tips of her ears. He gently picked her up and placed her unwrapped body on his chest. The skin to skin contact released growth hormones in her tiny body and it warmed his heart. Suddenly he felt a presence in his mind; Spock’s and his images flickered, he could hear Spock’s voice and his own, and then the soft vocalizations that he had heard from Fairre. Spock’ voice came through their bond joining their daughter’s thoughts.
“I am pleased to feel Fairre through our bond.” Spock said.
“Yes, she’s got your ears and your talent for reading my mind.” McCoy replied.
“Be honored, Ashayam, you have made her feel contented and safe. Your thas-tor (breast milk) is nourishing her body and the contact of your body is nourishing her soul.” Spock said with a hint of emotion, McCoy smiled at this.
Fairre stirred and her tiny hands grasped the hair on his chest, it wasn’t painful but it brought a flood of joy to his mind and he could not control the tears flowing from his eyes. The tears flowed down his cheeks and down his neck, Fairre smiled in her sleep.
McCoy tried to control his sobs as not wake her. “Damn hormones.” He thought wiping the tears away. “Spock, she is so perfect and beautiful! I still am in awe that we were able to bring her into our lives.”
“Indeed, get some rest, Leonard. You were up most of the night. I will see you after my shift ends.” Spock said and his presence left the bond.
McCoy settled back into the pillows on the bed. He watched Fairre for a long time as he thought back on how she came to be.
McCoy’s life changed forever when he finally admitted to himself that he loved Spock. They had served together for four years, they had grown closer more relaxed in each other’s presence. Their verbal sparring softened into a game of sorts. They grew more comfortable in allowing the crew to share their new relationship. However, at a Federation event (refer to: IN VINO VERITAS) they began an intense physical relationship. For a race of beings who suppressed emotions, the opposite was true for sex. McCoy was overwhelmed by the consuming hunger that Spock had for his body, it was intense and possessive. Spock’s fever was cooled by the tenderness and gentleness of McCoy’s passion and his desire to fulfill any need that Spock possessed.
As their relationship grew, so did their desire to be partners for the rest of their lives. McCoy submitted to the Vulcan bond and they were married on Vulcan.
It was during one of the Enterprise’s medical missions that McCoy delivered one of the inhabitant’s babies. McCoy helped the new mother through all stages of the labor and delivered a healthy baby girl. The new mom grew frustrated when the baby would not nurse. McCoy showed her how to hold the baby, prepare her breasts and nipples and how to get the baby to properly latch onto the breast. McCoy stayed with the new mother and daughter for a while, his thoughts drifting back to Joanna and he felt an emptiness that he had not perceived before. He wanted to be a father again; he wanted a second chance to raise a baby and to be present through the child’s life. As he sat beside the mother’s bedside, he was not aware of Spock. Spock perceived McCoy’s feelings of emptiness and he wanted to help fulfill his bond mate’s desire. Amanda had wanted grandchildren for some time and it would bring great joy to his mother and bond mate.
After researching methods and surgeries for implantation of wombs into men, they found their answer of course on Vulcan. Using McCoy’s stem cells from his abdomen, a refined organ was developed that would serve as a womb and this would be implanted in McCoy’s abdomen. Using another stem cell from McCoy and the sperm from Spock, an embryo was developed and was placed in the womb. McCoy had to start taking female hormones to ensure the placenta was rich with a blood supply and would continue through the ten months for their baby to grow. During the first trimester McCoy was extremely nauseated, some days he would stay in his quarters and would be ‘on call’ for any surgical emergencies. His concentration during surgery and a medical emergency dampened off the nausea. There were some embarrassing moments when he would have to rush to a bathroom to vomit up his toenails or just make it in time to a trash can. The smell of food, especially meats, caused a violent episode of vomiting. The hormones had other curious effect on McCoy, his skin became smoother, his voice less coarse, his moods were less volatile but he cried at sad or beautiful moments and of course he was developing breasts. It wasn’t as noticeable the first three months of his pregnancy but as the weeks of gestation progressed so did his breasts. McCoy wore thicker and tighter undershirts to make it less visible.
One time on the bridge he was standing next to Kirk’s command chair, and he was looking at the visual screen. When he looked back at Kirk, the captain’s eyes were fixed on his chest and Kirk had a smile on his face.
“Eyes up here, Jim.” McCoy said. Spock glanced over at the two.
“Sorry, Bones…um…I guess my thoughts were drifting.” He said.
“I can give you injections so that you can grow a pair of your own to play with.” McCoy grumbled. Uhura and Sulu tried to stifle giggles.
“No, they look better on you.” Kirk said smiling.
Scotty chimed in, “Aye, Doctor, you cut a fine figure with your small waist!”
“Gentlemen, please!” Spock said sternly, he rose from his chair and was standing stiffly at his station.
McCoy took this as his cue to leave the bridge.
Other crewmen and women would stare at his changing body. Those stares soon stopped when McCoy’s abdomen began to grow. As the hormones increased, the ligaments in his pelvis began to soften and he developed the pregnant waddle. Spock would massage his aching back every night and afterwards Spock would place his warm hands over the developing fetus and telepathically communicate to their child. It was early in the pregnancy that they learned they were having a daughter. They could not agree on a name. McCoy was viewing Vulcan baby girl names when he saw ‘Fairre’, he immediately loved that name, it seemed magical and appropriate if she had pointed ears. She would be their fairy princess. Sarek had a Great Aunt who was named Fairre and he was honored. ‘Eli’ was short for McCoy’s mother’s name of Eleanor.
Making love during his pregnancy proved to be very enjoyable, his emotions and senses were already heightened by the hormones and McCoy was demanding in his desire for Spock. Not only his sexual appetite was increased, his hunger for food was insatiable. It was very fortunate that food replicators were in each cabin; however, Spock provided organic fruits and vegetables to balance the food that McCoy was consuming. Uhura and Chapel cooked healthy meals for McCoy, to keep him from binging on sugary and salty snacks.
Then at the thirty-ninth week, McCoy was awakened by agonizing abdominal pain and he could feel his abdomen becoming enlarged and hard. The pain was so intense he was screaming, as Spock attempted to relieve his pain he perceived distress thoughts from Fairre. The placenta had separated from the lining of the organ, McCoy was hemorrhaging inside and their baby was in danger of dying. Spock placed his hand on McCoy’s abdomen and calmed Fairre’s distress; he sent her information to stay calm and prepared her for being born.
“Spock, is she okay?” McCoy yelled; he knew that he bleeding inside, “Save her, save our daughter!”
Spock carried McCoy to Sick Bay and Dr. M’Benga was able to deliver Fairre and desperately tried to stop the hemorrhage. He had to remove the entire organ and ligate the vessels that were supplying the organ and placenta. McCoy needed many blood transfusions and had to be placed in Intensive Care following the emergency abdominal surgery; McCoy had been very close to death. Fairre needed some blood as well. Her blood type was T- and O-, a 50/50 ratio. Spock donated his Vulcan blood and his human red blood cells were O- as well. McCoy’s blood type was O+. Spock held his daughter during the blood transfusions; he was given a bottle of formula to feed her. As Fairre sucked on the nipple her tiny forehead would wrinkle. Spock perceived her anxiety of not feeling McCoy’s presence and he tried to mask his deep concern for his bond mate. He soothed her troubled thoughts by letting her know her other father would be with her soon. Then Spock realized that Fairre had been in contact with Leonard throughout the pregnancy, she was constantly surrounded by his presence. To have that continuous presence abruptly stop would be devastating for any Vulcan, more so to a newborn. He sent her images of McCoy and himself as partners and that their bond was strong. The mental images appeased her troubled mind and she fell asleep in his arms.
Spock visited his daughter the next several days. He would feed her next to McCoy’s bedside and talk to her. Fairre’s sense of smell was well developed and she would turn her head in the direction of McCoy’s still body. He thought being next to Leonard would reassure her. On one visit he placed her body against McCoy’s and instead of comforting her, she screamed out in frustration of not feeling McCoy’s presence in her mind. He continued to feed her next to McCoy but did not place her in contact with him again.
McCoy regained consciousness on the fourth day and he panicked at the site of his flat abdomen. Chapel reassured him that Fairre was very healthy and quite spoiled by the staff. Later that day, Chapel brought her to McCoy and placed his daughter in his arms. Immediately he could feel her presence in the bond and Spock sent him encouraging thoughts through their bond. Fairre was very active in his arms; she was sucking on her tiny fists and fingers and wiggling with anticipation. When he spoke to her, she stopped her activity and stared wide eyed at his face. The eye contact did not break even through her bottle feeding but after the tiny stomach was full and her mind full of Spock’s and his presence, she fell asleep in his arms.
In two days, both McCoy and Fairre were discharged to their quarters. Spock and McCoy cuddled with each other in their bed, their daughter snuggled between them. When McCoy’s breast milk came in, the scent of the breast milk was still stored in the recesses of Spock’s mind. All of the pleasure, taste and comfort of Amanda’s milk were retrieved and experienced again. The scent of his bond mate, the milk and the scent of their daughter overwhelmed Spock’s control and he experienced a flood of joy that made him weep in his happiness. McCoy started to cry also at Spock’s reaction, it was a reflection of his own heart. They kissed with their tears mingling together and showering their daughter in their shared love.
After 3 weeks leave on board, McCoy returned to Sick Bay, there was a waiting list for crewmembers who wanted to babysit Fairre, Uhura and Chapel dominated the list. McCoy would return to their quarters during his breaks so he could nurse his fairy princess. It was nice to have the baby sitters once and a while so that McCoy could join Spock, Kirk, Scotty, Sulu, Uhura and Chekov for dinner. Except for one time when Chapel called the dining room and informed McCoy Fairre needed to be fed, Fairre was crying in the background. McCoy had seen it happen to Jocelyn, his ex-wife, and to other mothers, at the sound of his baby’s crying his breasts released a gush of milk. There were mixed reactions to those present.
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After Spock went off duty he quietly entered their quarters. McCoy was asleep propped up on pillows and Fairre was quietly awake on his chest. She smiled at Spock and he smiled back. He gently lifted her off of McCoy’s chest. Fairre smelled of milk, Leonard’s scent and the tiny mind was sending excited reactions to be held in Spock’s embrace. Spock sat down in the rocking chair McCoy had begged for. At first Spock did not see the usefulness for such a chair; the same motion could be made walking around holding her. Leonard’s stamina was not strong as his and the rocker gave McCoy the support he needed to calm, feed and hold Fairre. Spock discovered Leonard’s lovely singing abilities as he sang lullabies for their daughter. Spock would play his Vulcan lyre as McCoy was nursing her in the rocker. Sometimes when Leonard was asleep, Spock would softly sing the lullabies that Amanda had sung to him.
Fairre was sound asleep now. He placed her in her bassinet at the foot of their bed and dressed her in her nightgown. Spock returned to bed and studied his bond mate sleeping. He watched the rise and fall of McCoy’s chest, the rounded breasts were still glistening with milk, McCoy’s sculptured lips slightly parted, the blue eyes were closed now and the shadows from his dark eyelashes were feathered on his cheeks; his mate was beautiful. He gently dried the milk off of the breasts with a soft cloth and before he took the cloth to the bathroom, he inhaled the fragrance. Spock pulled McCoy over onto his chest; he stroked McCoy’s soft brown hair and then his back and shoulders. Contented in the physical contact of his Mate, Spock fell asleep also.
The End
Father’s Milk
(The names Fairre and Eli were found in the Vulcan dictionary of girls names)
Leonard McCoy sighed deeply, he had never felt so content, fulfilled or so deeply loved than now. At his breast, Fairre Eli (Farreh Elee) nursed heartily her tiny hands caressed the skin around his nipple. He had watched his daughter, Joanna, do the same thing when he fed her from a bottle, her little hands clutching at the bottle. Fairre looked up at him and smiled, her cheeks dimpled and then returned to the rounded out cheeks as she resumed her feeding. Fairre Eli was beautiful; her features were perfect and petite. Her head was covered by black, fine silky hair and at her forehead she had the same curls as McCoy. The tips of her pointed ears peaked through the silky dark hair, her skin was light green-ivory and soft, fine arched eyebrows were above her grey eyes that were fringed by dark eyelashes. McCoy hoped that her eyes would turn blue, his parents had blue eyes and Amanda had stated that she had blue eyes in her family as well. He watched her eyes start to close and her body relaxed, she released his nipple and as she fell asleep the tiny rosebud mouth still made the motions of sucking. McCoy stroked her hair and his finger caressed the pointed tips of her ears. He gently picked her up and placed her unwrapped body on his chest. The skin to skin contact released growth hormones in her tiny body and it warmed his heart. Suddenly he felt a presence in his mind; Spock’s and his images flickered, he could hear Spock’s voice and his own, and then the soft vocalizations that he had heard from Fairre. Spock’ voice came through their bond joining their daughter’s thoughts.
“I am pleased to feel Fairre through our bond.” Spock said.
“Yes, she’s got your ears and your talent for reading my mind.” McCoy replied.
“Be honored, Ashayam, you have made her feel contented and safe. Your thas-tor (breast milk) is nourishing her body and the contact of your body is nourishing her soul.” Spock said with a hint of emotion, McCoy smiled at this.
Fairre stirred and her tiny hands grasped the hair on his chest, it wasn’t painful but it brought a flood of joy to his mind and he could not control the tears flowing from his eyes. The tears flowed down his cheeks and down his neck, Fairre smiled in her sleep.
McCoy tried to control his sobs as not wake her. “Damn hormones.” He thought wiping the tears away. “Spock, she is so perfect and beautiful! I still am in awe that we were able to bring her into our lives.”
“Indeed, get some rest, Leonard. You were up most of the night. I will see you after my shift ends.” Spock said and his presence left the bond.
McCoy settled back into the pillows on the bed. He watched Fairre for a long time as he thought back on how she came to be.
McCoy’s life changed forever when he finally admitted to himself that he loved Spock. They had served together for four years, they had grown closer more relaxed in each other’s presence. Their verbal sparring softened into a game of sorts. They grew more comfortable in allowing the crew to share their new relationship. However, at a Federation event (refer to: IN VINO VERITAS) they began an intense physical relationship. For a race of beings who suppressed emotions, the opposite was true for sex. McCoy was overwhelmed by the consuming hunger that Spock had for his body, it was intense and possessive. Spock’s fever was cooled by the tenderness and gentleness of McCoy’s passion and his desire to fulfill any need that Spock possessed.
As their relationship grew, so did their desire to be partners for the rest of their lives. McCoy submitted to the Vulcan bond and they were married on Vulcan.
It was during one of the Enterprise’s medical missions that McCoy delivered one of the inhabitant’s babies. McCoy helped the new mother through all stages of the labor and delivered a healthy baby girl. The new mom grew frustrated when the baby would not nurse. McCoy showed her how to hold the baby, prepare her breasts and nipples and how to get the baby to properly latch onto the breast. McCoy stayed with the new mother and daughter for a while, his thoughts drifting back to Joanna and he felt an emptiness that he had not perceived before. He wanted to be a father again; he wanted a second chance to raise a baby and to be present through the child’s life. As he sat beside the mother’s bedside, he was not aware of Spock. Spock perceived McCoy’s feelings of emptiness and he wanted to help fulfill his bond mate’s desire. Amanda had wanted grandchildren for some time and it would bring great joy to his mother and bond mate.
After researching methods and surgeries for implantation of wombs into men, they found their answer of course on Vulcan. Using McCoy’s stem cells from his abdomen, a refined organ was developed that would serve as a womb and this would be implanted in McCoy’s abdomen. Using another stem cell from McCoy and the sperm from Spock, an embryo was developed and was placed in the womb. McCoy had to start taking female hormones to ensure the placenta was rich with a blood supply and would continue through the ten months for their baby to grow. During the first trimester McCoy was extremely nauseated, some days he would stay in his quarters and would be ‘on call’ for any surgical emergencies. His concentration during surgery and a medical emergency dampened off the nausea. There were some embarrassing moments when he would have to rush to a bathroom to vomit up his toenails or just make it in time to a trash can. The smell of food, especially meats, caused a violent episode of vomiting. The hormones had other curious effect on McCoy, his skin became smoother, his voice less coarse, his moods were less volatile but he cried at sad or beautiful moments and of course he was developing breasts. It wasn’t as noticeable the first three months of his pregnancy but as the weeks of gestation progressed so did his breasts. McCoy wore thicker and tighter undershirts to make it less visible.
One time on the bridge he was standing next to Kirk’s command chair, and he was looking at the visual screen. When he looked back at Kirk, the captain’s eyes were fixed on his chest and Kirk had a smile on his face.
“Eyes up here, Jim.” McCoy said. Spock glanced over at the two.
“Sorry, Bones…um…I guess my thoughts were drifting.” He said.
“I can give you injections so that you can grow a pair of your own to play with.” McCoy grumbled. Uhura and Sulu tried to stifle giggles.
“No, they look better on you.” Kirk said smiling.
Scotty chimed in, “Aye, Doctor, you cut a fine figure with your small waist!”
“Gentlemen, please!” Spock said sternly, he rose from his chair and was standing stiffly at his station.
McCoy took this as his cue to leave the bridge.
Other crewmen and women would stare at his changing body. Those stares soon stopped when McCoy’s abdomen began to grow. As the hormones increased, the ligaments in his pelvis began to soften and he developed the pregnant waddle. Spock would massage his aching back every night and afterwards Spock would place his warm hands over the developing fetus and telepathically communicate to their child. It was early in the pregnancy that they learned they were having a daughter. They could not agree on a name. McCoy was viewing Vulcan baby girl names when he saw ‘Fairre’, he immediately loved that name, it seemed magical and appropriate if she had pointed ears. She would be their fairy princess. Sarek had a Great Aunt who was named Fairre and he was honored. ‘Eli’ was short for McCoy’s mother’s name of Eleanor.
Making love during his pregnancy proved to be very enjoyable, his emotions and senses were already heightened by the hormones and McCoy was demanding in his desire for Spock. Not only his sexual appetite was increased, his hunger for food was insatiable. It was very fortunate that food replicators were in each cabin; however, Spock provided organic fruits and vegetables to balance the food that McCoy was consuming. Uhura and Chapel cooked healthy meals for McCoy, to keep him from binging on sugary and salty snacks.
Then at the thirty-ninth week, McCoy was awakened by agonizing abdominal pain and he could feel his abdomen becoming enlarged and hard. The pain was so intense he was screaming, as Spock attempted to relieve his pain he perceived distress thoughts from Fairre. The placenta had separated from the lining of the organ, McCoy was hemorrhaging inside and their baby was in danger of dying. Spock placed his hand on McCoy’s abdomen and calmed Fairre’s distress; he sent her information to stay calm and prepared her for being born.
“Spock, is she okay?” McCoy yelled; he knew that he bleeding inside, “Save her, save our daughter!”
Spock carried McCoy to Sick Bay and Dr. M’Benga was able to deliver Fairre and desperately tried to stop the hemorrhage. He had to remove the entire organ and ligate the vessels that were supplying the organ and placenta. McCoy needed many blood transfusions and had to be placed in Intensive Care following the emergency abdominal surgery; McCoy had been very close to death. Fairre needed some blood as well. Her blood type was T- and O-, a 50/50 ratio. Spock donated his Vulcan blood and his human red blood cells were O- as well. McCoy’s blood type was O+. Spock held his daughter during the blood transfusions; he was given a bottle of formula to feed her. As Fairre sucked on the nipple her tiny forehead would wrinkle. Spock perceived her anxiety of not feeling McCoy’s presence and he tried to mask his deep concern for his bond mate. He soothed her troubled thoughts by letting her know her other father would be with her soon. Then Spock realized that Fairre had been in contact with Leonard throughout the pregnancy, she was constantly surrounded by his presence. To have that continuous presence abruptly stop would be devastating for any Vulcan, more so to a newborn. He sent her images of McCoy and himself as partners and that their bond was strong. The mental images appeased her troubled mind and she fell asleep in his arms.
Spock visited his daughter the next several days. He would feed her next to McCoy’s bedside and talk to her. Fairre’s sense of smell was well developed and she would turn her head in the direction of McCoy’s still body. He thought being next to Leonard would reassure her. On one visit he placed her body against McCoy’s and instead of comforting her, she screamed out in frustration of not feeling McCoy’s presence in her mind. He continued to feed her next to McCoy but did not place her in contact with him again.
McCoy regained consciousness on the fourth day and he panicked at the site of his flat abdomen. Chapel reassured him that Fairre was very healthy and quite spoiled by the staff. Later that day, Chapel brought her to McCoy and placed his daughter in his arms. Immediately he could feel her presence in the bond and Spock sent him encouraging thoughts through their bond. Fairre was very active in his arms; she was sucking on her tiny fists and fingers and wiggling with anticipation. When he spoke to her, she stopped her activity and stared wide eyed at his face. The eye contact did not break even through her bottle feeding but after the tiny stomach was full and her mind full of Spock’s and his presence, she fell asleep in his arms.
In two days, both McCoy and Fairre were discharged to their quarters. Spock and McCoy cuddled with each other in their bed, their daughter snuggled between them. When McCoy’s breast milk came in, the scent of the breast milk was still stored in the recesses of Spock’s mind. All of the pleasure, taste and comfort of Amanda’s milk were retrieved and experienced again. The scent of his bond mate, the milk and the scent of their daughter overwhelmed Spock’s control and he experienced a flood of joy that made him weep in his happiness. McCoy started to cry also at Spock’s reaction, it was a reflection of his own heart. They kissed with their tears mingling together and showering their daughter in their shared love.
After 3 weeks leave on board, McCoy returned to Sick Bay, there was a waiting list for crewmembers who wanted to babysit Fairre, Uhura and Chapel dominated the list. McCoy would return to their quarters during his breaks so he could nurse his fairy princess. It was nice to have the baby sitters once and a while so that McCoy could join Spock, Kirk, Scotty, Sulu, Uhura and Chekov for dinner. Except for one time when Chapel called the dining room and informed McCoy Fairre needed to be fed, Fairre was crying in the background. McCoy had seen it happen to Jocelyn, his ex-wife, and to other mothers, at the sound of his baby’s crying his breasts released a gush of milk. There were mixed reactions to those present.
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After Spock went off duty he quietly entered their quarters. McCoy was asleep propped up on pillows and Fairre was quietly awake on his chest. She smiled at Spock and he smiled back. He gently lifted her off of McCoy’s chest. Fairre smelled of milk, Leonard’s scent and the tiny mind was sending excited reactions to be held in Spock’s embrace. Spock sat down in the rocking chair McCoy had begged for. At first Spock did not see the usefulness for such a chair; the same motion could be made walking around holding her. Leonard’s stamina was not strong as his and the rocker gave McCoy the support he needed to calm, feed and hold Fairre. Spock discovered Leonard’s lovely singing abilities as he sang lullabies for their daughter. Spock would play his Vulcan lyre as McCoy was nursing her in the rocker. Sometimes when Leonard was asleep, Spock would softly sing the lullabies that Amanda had sung to him.
Fairre was sound asleep now. He placed her in her bassinet at the foot of their bed and dressed her in her nightgown. Spock returned to bed and studied his bond mate sleeping. He watched the rise and fall of McCoy’s chest, the rounded breasts were still glistening with milk, McCoy’s sculptured lips slightly parted, the blue eyes were closed now and the shadows from his dark eyelashes were feathered on his cheeks; his mate was beautiful. He gently dried the milk off of the breasts with a soft cloth and before he took the cloth to the bathroom, he inhaled the fragrance. Spock pulled McCoy over onto his chest; he stroked McCoy’s soft brown hair and then his back and shoulders. Contented in the physical contact of his Mate, Spock fell asleep also.
The End