Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 51/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

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See part one for disclaimers, etc.

"This is a complete waste of time and probably suicidal," Maja harumphed at Ling from the bridge of the Tien. "I say we call it a day and get the fuck out of here for a while." They were waist deep in conflict in the Ertig system.

"I think you're overreacting, Maja." Ling was ever the optimist. Also, his ship, the Zoltir, had suffered less in the recent skirmish. "We just have to be more careful about the kind of ambushes we sail into. You know, expect the unexpected more somehow."

Maja and Neria-Tza exchanged looks. They had certainly not expected to be bushwhacked by Lashodrian pirates.

"Look, Ling, here's my thinking and I think Hobie would agree with me." Maja shot Qwuushi a hopeful look. "Let's leave, because when we do, these various groups united against us will fall into chaos, fight among themselves and, when they are exhausted, we can swoop back in and crush them like bugs."

Ling thought about this for a moment. "Well, all right. If you really think Hobie would approve."

"HE'LL LOVE IT. LET'S GO."

/I love it. Go. Go now./

"To Vulcan."

"Aye, Noli, to Vulcan."

* * *

"Lady T'Pnov, Sjrika and Lord Suqiet," Storen said, seated in Jir's Talljet and Storen office in downtown Shirkar. He looked over his tea cup at his law partner sprawled before him. "Were the best we could do as far as judges."

"Who'd their ancestors fight with in the War of Logical Aggression?" Jir, lounging in a loin cloth (his usual office attire), asked from his bed. He was the only attorney in Shirkar, possibly Vulcan, who conducted his legal practice from a huge, ornate, canopy bed behind his huge, cluttered, height-adjustable, hydraulic antique desk. Jir claimed his office was purely functional, that when he was working on a big case he didn't always have time to go home and sleep there. No one argued this. In fact, having seen his elder brother installed in the maximum security cell block of the Shirkar jailhouse, Jir had not gone home, but come straight to his office to confer with Storen.

"Surak, of course. They wouldn't be in the dominant social group if not." Storen's ancestors had fought with Surak but he knew a winner when he saw one and long ago hitched his wagon to Jir's star. A wise choice: everyone connected with the Talljets got rich and powerful. Storen was no exception. "A rather strange question, Jir, why do you ask it?"

"I'm trying to reacclimatize to Vulcan society," Jir said vaguely. "I've been on holiday fighting wars and arguing with Hobie over his defense. He should have gone to law school, not I. But now, I've got to drop the comedy and get serious since I'm back in the jungle of Shirkar."

"An excellent idea, Jir. You must realize this is not going to be simple."

"No doubt. Who's against us?"

Storen consulted his yellow data padd, more for form than to jog his immense memory. "Robert Lapham, Lise Charbon and Nicholas Sarfati. All Terrans, all hold Terra licenses. Like you, none have ever set foot in a Vulcan courtroom."

"FMOJ (Federation Ministry of Justice) is going to prosecute a major trial in a Vulcan court without a Vulcan on the team? Are they mad?"

"These are also all Star Fleet attorneys. Commander Lapham, Commander Charbon and Lieutenant Sarfati graduated from the Star Fleet officer course with honors after they completed their legal training."

"And Star Fleet in the middle of this, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, just that StaFlet has got it in for us poor Talljets these days."

"Jir, let's remember that Hobie is still a Federation citizen, accused of piracy under Federation law. Star Fleet's interest might simply be that Star Fleet is the best agency to evaluate and prosecute crimes in deep space."

"Yessss. All right. No way around them anyway; they are still Federation attorneys on a Federation case. Oh well." Jir made a few notes on his yellow data padd. "I think I met Lapham once at the Nboria 12 war crimes trials. He's really smart but not terribly attractive. Did the firm find anything interesting about him?"

"He's fifty standard years. His wife is an electron wave engineer, they have three children in college. No obvious legal or financial scandals. Mother and father are dead, his father was a Terra based Star Fleet administrator for his entire career - nothing outstandingly good or bad there."

Jir hit the comm line on his bed: "Sobora, dig up the most recent pleadings, briefs or whatnot submitted to Federation courts by Robert Lapham. Particularly those with any connection to space law, piracy and/or civil rights. Don’t go back more than two years. Thanks." He lay back: "And Commander Charbon?"

"Can trace her family for a thousand years. There has been at least one Charbon in the military and judicial fields since then. Commander Charbon is also fifty, and as experienced as Lapham. Apparently she and Lapham flipped a coin to determine who would be the lead attorney in the group."

"Gamblers," Jir said approvingly.

"Charbon's specialty is prosecuting crimes in space - not piracy, more along commercial espionage and sabotage." Storen waited for Jir to comment and continued when he did not. "She is married to a criminal psychologist, they have three children in secondary school. Her father was philologist at the European Institute, her mother, who lives with her, is an architect. No obvious legal or financial scandals in the family over the past fifty years that we could find. Charbon writes books about Federation commercial law and social justice. I've put one in your mail, I think you will find it fascinating."

"How so?"

"She believes in the equitable distribution of property, including state resources such as education and housing within the Federation."

"The Federation seems fairly well distributed to me, Storen. What's her problem?"

"She feels power in the Federation is being passed from hand to hand instead of reflecting the will of the peoples."

"Well, that's interesting. I look forward to reading her book. Odd she's in Star Fleet where power really is passed from hand to hand."

"She wants some power, that's where to get it on Terra these days."

"True. And Lieutenant Sarfati? What is he? The gofer?"

"Lieutenant Sarfati was on active duty for eight years on the border of non-aligned space. Star Fleet has recalled him to work specifically on Hobie's prosecution. He prosecuted piracy cases on the Federation's outpost on Vririsia. He secured the conviction of Captain Havra."

"Oh shit." Even Jir had been impressed that someone had finally put Havra the Pirate away but hadn't been interested in who it was at the time. He was busy with the Molgifinchian Emperor. Jir leaned into his intercom: "Sobora, please get me any and every court document that has ever had the name Nicholas Sarfati on it. Thanks." Jir watched Storen drink tea for a few moments. "Okay, back to the judges: tell me about the female first: Lady T'Pnov."

Storen consulted his yellow data padd again. "Born and raised in Sakchritar, went to law school at the Sakchritar Institute of Jurisprudence, holds an additional doctorate in Federation history, wrote her dissertation on Terran legal history prior to their Eugenics wars..."

"Terranophile?"

"Hardly. Her dissertation was on the development of a civil society without across the board civil rights. Extremely interesting study of Terran irrationality, especially paranoia and xenophobia."

"Does the other side know that?"

"I think not. But it does not matter. T'Pnov has a good history of deciding cases solely on the evidence or lack of it."

"Well, of course; she's a Vulcan. And Sjrika?"

"Graduated first in his class from our law school a hundred years before we were born. Grew up here in Shirkar. Has usually sat on criminal trials of offworlders. Has been somewhat lenient with those who violated Vulcan or Federation law through ignorance. Has been fierce with those who do so knowingly. Knows nothing of pirates and cares less. He said that a Federation citizen is responsible for his actions under the laws of the Federation no matter what their profession."

Jir laughed. "That could go with us or against us. And old Lord Suqiet? I haven't seen him in years."

"He is the same, Jir."

"Still meaner than a snake?" Jir interrupted.

"As I said, he is the same. His last trial was on Nasria 6 for the USS Odessa mutiny."

"A not guilty verdict. The captain was proved incapacitated and the crew was not held responsible for the actions of the first mate and his accomplices. I remember; bravo the defense. Well done." Jir looked at his partner. "You did stridently object to this Judge, didn't you?"

"Of course. He taught us at the Legal Institute. He fought you every step of the way to having your and your brother's dangerous alien restrictions lessened. He is not a friend of the old families. It was to no avail. He is the most qualified of the three to judge what is or is not a crime in deep space."

"True. Let us hope he will be a very Vulcan judge and continue to decide his cases solely on the evidence or lack of it."

"Hobie is arraigned tomorrow morning. If we have nothing further to discuss, I will see you then."

"No, nothing further. I'll just lie here and read for a while." He looked down at his viewer log, filling with the documents the swift and efficient Sobora had called up.

"Will you not stop to see the Sas?"

"Not just yet. I'm trying to conserve my strength. By the way, are the Terrans still asking for a capital trial?"

"Yes."

"Interesting." Jir stretched invitingly. "Until tomorrow, Storen?"

"Until tomorrow, Jir." Ignoring the invitation, Storen rose, bowed and left.

* * *

"I shall miss you, Spock." Kirk, in his quarters, moved his remaining bishop. "Check."

Spock nodded and moved out of check. Not for long, Kirk was in good form that evening and had him in three more moves.

Spock had been ordered by Admiral Jessup to take an extended leave and go to Vulcan to keep an eye on the Talljets. Admiral Jessup had learned that Maja and Ling were bound for Vulcan from T'Pau, who heard it from Amanda, who'd heard it from the Commune, who'd heard it from Qhoshi, who'd heard it from Ling himself. The admiral had been annoyed that he had to rely on family gossip instead of Star Fleet intelligence to keep track of these scoundrels but there it was and no way around it. In a few hours Spock was to take a shuttlecraft, rendezvous with the USS Tesslia en route to Vulcan and finish the journey with that ship. He would still arrive a week or so after Maja, who would arrive there in eight hours. Spock had already made his farewells to McCoy and now hoped to make the most of these last few hours with Jim.

"Are you staying?" Kirk looked over the chessboard with a come hither hazel glow in his eyes.

"Yes." Spock rose and loomed over his captain. He tilted Kirk's head back and, keeping a firm hold on his chin, lightly brushed his lips over the human's.

Kirk would have liked to rise up and claim the Vulcan's mouth, or at minimum, deepen the kiss, but he was efficiently pinned. He contented himself with running his hands over Spock's chest and belly.

It was enough provocation for the Vulcan. Spock's hand moved from the human's chin to his bicep and pulled him to standing. Wrapping his long arms around his lover, he devoured him.

Kirk slid his fingers beneath the tunic and T-shirt to caress the soft overheated flesh.

Burying his face in Kirk's neck, the Vulcan shuddered with pleasure at the cool fingertips teasing up and down his back. He guided the human to the bed and pulled off the gold shirt and black T. Spock stepped back to neatly fold these garments and Kirk, impatient for more contact, quickly finished undressing and slid into his own bed. Spock looked down at the covers Kirk twitched back invitingly, quickly dispensed with his own clothes and joined the human in bed.

Spock ran his warm hands possessively over Kirk's back and shoulders, pressing his heated body the length of his captain. He pressed his lips to Kirk's neck, licking and caressing, over the round ear, back down to Kirk's shoulder. Kirk moved Spock into a long, tender kiss, running his fingers through the silky onyx hair. Spock's tongue found his, which pressed back, dominating and surrendering; pursued and pursuing.

Kirk let his hand wander down to caress Spock's erection, still impressed by the heat and size of it. He ran his fingers over the head, stroking along the ridges, stroking down and drawing the testicles into his hand, weighing them, squeezing gently. Spock sighed and drew back to gaze at Kirk. They regarded each other with naked desire and the anticipation of sensual pleasure.

Spock rolled on his back, pulling Kirk on top of him. Kirk spread his legs on either side of Spock's hips and snuggled his erection into Spock's. He swirled his fingers through the silky chest hair and lower still.

Spock's hands closed on Kirk's ass, gently urging him forward onto his chest. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around the head of Kirk's cock, sliding it up and down, farther into his mouth. Kirk closed his eyes in pure pleasure and gave himself over to Spock's care. He jumped a bit when Spock's finger brushed against his anus. Spock, undeterred, merely reached under the pillow where the lubricant was usually kept. It was not there.

Kirk leaned over and reached into the beside table. He handed a half full tube to the Vulcan.

Spock swirled his tongue around Kirk's penis while he stroked between Kirk's buttocks, spreading them gently, pressing a gel coated finger ever deeper and closer to the sweet tightness he sought. Sucking Kirk deeper, Spock applied more lubricant and began to work his finger slowly and gently in.

Kirk let his eyes fall shut, marveling at how much he was enjoying Spock's leisurely preparation. Their previous lovemakings had often had a rushed but exciting feel about them. Kirk inhaled sharply as Spock began to stroke his prostate in the same rhythm as the Vulcan's tongue stroked the underside of his cock.

Spock slipped in another well oiled finger, thrusting gently deeper.

Kirk bared his teeth in pleasure as he undulated gently to Spock's rhythm, forward into Spock's mouth, backward onto Spock's fingers.

Spock decided that Kirk was ready. He slowly withdrew his fingers, eased Kirk out of his mouth and onto the bed. He rolled on top of him and kissed the human softly.

"Jim ... I want to be inside you."

"Yes, but slowly, Spock. It's been a while."

"Too long," the Vulcan said in a deep murmur, looking out of dark desire filled eyes.

Spock held Kirk close and urged him onto his stomach, spreading his legs with his knees. Kneeling between the human's legs, Spock liberally applied lubricant to his penis. He braced his hands against Kirk's hips, holding them firmly while stroking reassuringly, and pressed his cock against the entrance to Kirk's body. Spock paused, waiting for the tension and apprehension to leave the human.

"Relax, Jim, let me in."

Spock began to press forward gently. Kirk put his attention on relaxing while pushing his muscles against Spock's forward momentum. Spock softly rocked his hips, a little harder, a little more, a thrust and the slippery head was past the tight ring. He paused there to allow Kirk to adjust. The Vulcan pressed forward again when he felt Kirk gently thrusting up against him.

Spock reached beneath Kirk to caress his cock, gently pulling his captain's hips into a better angle for fucking him.

Feeling that Kirk was getting impatient, Spock slowly but steadily slid all the way in. He stopped to let Kirk get used to the feeling of full penetration. Spock took another moment to compose himself before he was overwhelmed by the snug warmth that held him like a vise.

Kirk was adjusting, soothing himself, impaled, held fast by Spock. He shivered under Spock's hands, filled by him, spread beneath him.

Spock felt Kirk pressing back, urging him to move. He drew back and slid in again. Kirk moved in harmony with his lover. The human groaned with pleasure as Spock's cock stroked his prostate, again and again.

Spock increased his pace, very much in control of himself but demanding his pleasure from Kirk's body. Harder, faster, feeling Kirk's orgasm welling up in him, his muscles clenching about Spock's cock in rapture, feeling his own climax crashing over him.

Spock threw his head back as he silently came. He leaned his forehead between Kirk's shoulders, listening to the panting human beneath him.

Spock roused himself and gently pressed his lips to the nape of Kirk's neck.

They lay joined for a moment longer. Spock gently and slowly withdrew, stopping to wait for Kirk's muscles to free him. He pulled Kirk into his arms, kissed him tenderly and ran his fingers through the golden hair.

Kirk curled sweetly into Spock's arms, murmured softy, "I shall miss you while you're gone," and drifted off to welcome sleep.

Spock held his lover, watched him sleep for a while. Eventually he rose, dressed and departed to his own cabin to bathe and pack for the first part of his journey to his birthplanet.

* * *

Part V

WHERE AND HOW EVENTS PROGRESSED TO THEIR CONCLUSION

"Welcome home, Mr. Talljet." The customs officer at the Port of Vulcan, having scanned Maja's wrist and thoroughly searched his meager luggage twice, waved him through.

"Oh," Maja said vaguely. "Thank you." 'Home,' he thought ruefully. 'Home, whatever is that?'

He went directly to the prison to see Hobie. Ling had gone directly to his office to see about some sort of currency emergency in the Sovla system. Finance was an occult science to Maja, so he went off to convey both their greetings their eldest brother.

"How'd it go?" Maja asked, referring to the arraignment.

"Oddly," Hobie grinned. "Jir and I aren't in the courtroom. The Court's afraid we will use our souped-up telepathic abilities to derail the prosecution, influence the judges and generally lower the tone of the judicial proceedings. So. We're holographed in from a room in the prison and the courtroom is holographed in to us." He paused to let Maja's chuckle die away. "Storen and Smig are actually in the courtroom. Just in case somebody needs be handed a whatnot or something."

"Same Mig, or rather Smig, was Jir's secretary and sometimes understudy in his company? I didn't know he was a legal type."

"Apparently he's a little legal predator. Graduated at the top of his Legal Institute class and decided he could do no worse in life than sit at Jir's feet."

"How screwy," Maja observed. "There really is something odd, if not frighteningly odd, about these Vulcans with 'SM' for the first two letters in their names."

"Nonsense Maja, you're imagining things." Hobie smiled. "Anyway, they charged me with four counts of piracy..."

"That's all? I thought the Terrans would accuse you of every pirate act since time began."

"They might like to but apparently they only think they can prove these four. Let's see where was I ... oh, yes; four counts of piracy, two counts of murder and three counts of rape. Oh, and I've got three hundred and six outstanding parking tickets that they've rolled into one big failure to appear and resisting arrest charge."

"Whom did you 'allegedly' murder, Nolo?" Maja asked after a moment of contemplation.

"Gatshira on Fobda and Hypz on Meza 6. They say there are witnesses. I don't remember se ..."

"Of course not! Since you didn't do it what is there to remember?" Maja cut him off, horrified that Hobie was not more careful. "And whom do they 'allege' you raped? How ridiculous!"

"Thomas Albany, Jaroslav Tikel and Dmitri Grushinkev."

"Oh dearest god. Are they really going to drag poor Dmitri through that nightmare again?"

"It is the plan, my dear."

"A cruel and wicked one."

"Aye, Noli." Hobie watched Maja's mind wander to Sarek but said nothing.

"D'you need anything here?" Maja asked to bring the interview to a close.

"No, not at the moment. I'll let you know. Strat brought me a lyre to play. Says we'll have to play some duets when I get out."

"Oh? So there is something to look forward to." Maja smiled happily and rose. "Well, I'm off."

"My love to the Sas when you see them." Hobie smiled back.

Maja lowered his eyes. "Umm. I thought I'd just, ah, fall by and see if Sarek was home first, y'know, to explain what happened on Hzabeda and ... how ... that ..." He glanced up into Hobie's amused eyes. "How that I wasn't running away from him, but from the situation," he finished firmly.

"Listen, Maja, about Sarek. You might hear some things that will upset you and ..."

"Maja!" Jir flew in wearing as little as possible and crushed his little brother to his chest. "Too wonderful. When you get home, have a close look at my brats. I hear they are not adjusting to communal life too well."

"They are a bit spoiled, Jir," Maja informed him.

"LA HA! Perhaps I should ask god for my money back!" Jir gave Maja's shoulders a cautionary shake. "Now get out, I've got lots to discuss with Hobie." He steered Maja to the door.

Maja was able to wave and smile before Jir slammed the door in his face.

end of part 51

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