Unbeknownst - Chapter 7
Author: Mousling1014
Story: Unbeknownst
Chapter 7 of ?
Rated: T
Pairing: AOS Spock/Uhura
Warnings: Mind-control, sexy times (rating will change to R for that)
Synopsis: What happens when you thought you were in control, but you're not....
Disclaimer: I don't own them - Paramount does and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 7
The ride to the Vulcan Embassy took a little over 30 minutes, most of which Uhura spent gazing out of the window and the passing shop fronts and streets. She was very much aware of the person sitting behind her, ramrod straight and staring into the back of her head. Uhura had taken pity on Spock when they boarded the transport and had decided not to sit next to him; she instead had chosen the seat in front. The silence stretched out between them so Uhura began to softly hum to herself, her fingers drumming in rhythm on the window glass. She became aware of Spock’s fingers now also on the window glass, not moving like hers were, staying completely still. She felt the heat radiating off of his hand and she felt tingly all over. The best way to describe it was like being a tuning fork, a harmonious vibration that seemed to be flowing between them.
Uhura continued to drum her fingers: she didn’t want whatever was happening between them to stop. More of her body was tingling; everywhere that Spock had touched her, not just her hand, but her lips, her face, her neck - all the places that he had kissed her, both at the hospital and in his quarters. All were feeling warm and tingly. Uhura had wanted to ask Spock if that was a normal feeling when Vulcans touched. But of course there hadn’t been a good time to, and certainly not now when they were heading to the Vulcan Embassy. Or rather Spock was. So Uhura continued to drum her fingers relishing in the tingly feeling, knowing it would be over all too soon, they were coming up upon their destination.
The Vulcan Embassy was always a surprise to Uhura; one because she always thought it would look, well, more Vulcan. But instead the Embassy was all old world Earth charm. Leaded windows in a soft grey brick façade. The inside though paid homage to the Embassy home world, the small vestibule was of a soft beige and umber palette with very few adornments save the occasional recess in the wall that held small statues, or incense bowls. The floor was natural sandstone that blended into the walls. At the end of the vestibule, a desk that too was of sandstone stood and behind it a young Vulcan woman was working at the Comm. Spock and Uhura made their way to the desk and stood waiting. The woman looked up, her face impassive, her eyes directly on Spock. No acknowledgement that Uhura was there. Spock greeted her as was Vulcan custom and for the barest moments she appeared to hesitate before returning the greeting.
“I am Spock; please inform Elder T’Kayla that I have arrived for my appointment.” Spock of course spoke the words in Vulcan. The woman responded in kind and informed them to wait as she disappeared into a doorway that was hidden from view by the clever architecture of the walls. Spock turned to Uhura.
“My appointment will last approximately 3 hours.” Spock’s words were quiet, monotone.
“No problem, I’ll wait for you. I’ll just ask if I can use the library facilities and patch into the Vulcan language database, there are some Romulan Chai’I Glyphs that I want to compare to high Vulcan, and being here probably will cut some time off of having to go through Academy channels for clearance.” Uhura smiled slightly. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Commander.”
“Indeed, that was not my intention. I merely wished to inform you that I do not know the precise time that my appointment will be completed.” Spock said, his eyebrow rose.
Uhura just smiled at him again and made her way back to the desk to make her inquiries. Spock’s gaze remained on her back while he waited, which was not very long, the soft sounds of slippered feet alerted him to healer T’Kayla’s presence.
“Greetings Spock.” She greeted him with hand raised, he returned the gesture.
Spock had never met Elder T’Kayla before, though he had heard of her through his father’s office. Her features were passive, the wrinkles and silver white hair that flowed down her back an indication of great age. But it was her face that had Spock tilting his head, her mouth almost appeared to have a slight smile, her expression was warm somehow and Spock experienced an ease with her.
“Follow me Spock.” T’Kayla led him through another hidden doorway and down a corridor and into a small meditation room. “Please sit down my child.” T’Kayla waited until Spock was seated and then she sat opposite him. She again looked like she was almost smiling at him. “There will be no words needed Spock, if you will permit me?” She raised her hand to his face. Spock nodded and the elder started to initiate the mind-meld.
“My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts…” T’Kayla’s words swirled around Spock as he felt her mind begin to seep into his, layer by layer.
Colors appeared, gentle waves of aqua tinged with lilac, T’Kayla’s essence. The meld started to deepen bringing recent memories first to the foreground. Spock did not try to keep these from the elder, rather he allowed her fully into them. T’Kayla slipped effortlessly through his thoughts and memories, those of Uhura very prominent at this point. The green within his mind varied in hue from light teal with lighter memories, to a dark forest green when his memory of kissing Uhura came under the scrutiny of the elder. But there was no censure and the meld continued. Memories of the hospital and before that, the cold and dark outside the gym were now being brought forward, again Uhura was wrapped within these memories. T’Kayla pressed further towards Spock’s memories before his hospitalization, gently probing, then……Screaming, pain, voices and thoughts not his own pushing at T’Kayla like an army defending its battlements. Overwhelming fear, loathing, hatred and lust all blended into a mental battering ram, pushing at T’Kayla. Painfully and quickly Spock’s mind terminated the meld.
The elder and Spock remained seated giving no outside indication of the struggle that had just transpired mentally between them. They remained that way for several moments, T’Kayla finally spoke, her dark gaze holding Spock’s, her almost smiling countenance was gone.
“You must return to Vulcan immediately, I have not seen this illness in one so young. I grieve with thee Spock.” T’Kayla bowed her head.
“Elder? I do not understand, why must I return to Vulcan? I have suffered only minor illnesses in the past, which illness do you speak of now?” Spock modulated his tone.
“Spock, I have only seen this illness in Vulcans of advanced years. It will need to be confirmed, but my suspicions are that you are in the early stages of Bendii Syndrome.”
Spock let her words wash over him, Bendii Syndrome..The terror of all telepathic beings, but especially Vulcans, complete and total loss of emotional control..worse than Pon Farr..much, much worse….
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Uhura sat at the console, her eyes riveted to the screen as Vulcan glyphs flew by. Occasionally she would slow the screen and hone in on a portion of a glyph, the tapering end distinguishing one Vulcan meaning with another. She was in her element, immersed within the language. Uhura leaned back to stretch cramping muscles when she felt a skin crawling sensation move up her body like a tidal wave, crashing up into her mind. Her eyes bulged and her mouth hung slack while waves of emotions pounded into her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to vomit, she wanted to..oh God…she wanted to rip her own head off…the pain was intense!
Voices came at her, colors violently peaking. reds, was that blood(?) followed by dark purples and slashes of green and black followed, pushing against her eyelids which were now tightly shut. Uhura tried to focus on the voices, tried to focus in on at least one of them. Language, some sort of language, sibilant, elusive. She strained and tried to refocus again on the language she had heard, more voices were drowning out each other. She tried desperately again to focus in and heard two distinctive words, synaptic… overload..both spoken in the lower caste dialect of Romulus.
Uhura had come to, she felt like she had been sitting in front of the console for hours, that whatever had happened had really taken that long. She stared at the chronometer on the console, less than a minute had passed. Uhura got up on shaky legs and made her way out to the vestibule, she needed to find Spock! More visitors had appeared since she and Spock had come in and they crowded the small area and she pushed through them to the desk and the young lady again sitting behind it.
“I need to see Commander Spock, immediately, it’s urgent!” Uhura’s tone and stance made it clear she would not be ignored this time. The Vulcan woman merely lifted an eyebrow and spoke quietly.
“Commander Spock’s appointment has not been concluded, you may wait either here or within the library room and I will inform you when he has finished.”
“Not good enough!” And with that Uhura sprinted through one of the doorways into a corridor, her actions so completely illogical that they took the young Vulcan woman by surprise and allowed Uhura a head start before security was alerted.
Uhura’s main goal was meanwhile leaving the meditation room, Spock’s thoughts rolling in on themselves. he must regain some control before he returned to Vulcan. He barely had time to register Uhura slamming into him, breathless and eyes wide.
“Spock! Oh God something happened. One minute I was looking at Vulcan tonal glyphs, the next…it was like my head was being ripped apart. Spock, I could hear voices, so many voices, I couldn’t make out what they were saying, and the language was strange..reptilian..almost.” Uhura’s hands dug almost painfully into Spock’s arms. She continued, almost frantic.
“I tried to focus, I tried to understand what was going on, it was like a movie playing on my eyelids, but the screen was all cut up, I couldn’t make out anything but color..dark violent color. But Spock, I was able to understand something. Romulan, I heard Romulan, synaptic and overload. I heard them Spock.” Uhura was still holding onto him. She looked up into his face and his eyes..oh…his eyes! It was like watching someone die, the light of their eyes flickering out as death claimed them, Uhura was seeing that with Spock right now…watched the light flicker in his dark eyes and then it was gone…
TBC……