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Chapter 8
Murphy’s Law and the Kirk factor
(37 weeks along)

Ginlalei was going to be an interesting planet, Jim thought tugging at his collar. They had a worship system revolving around pregnant women and in Jim’s case, pregnant men. At first contact star fleet discovered the reason for the worship was because about 90% of women of the planet could not conceive or lost the child within the first trimester. And since the Enterprise’s discovery of the pollen from Gamma Trianguli VI, and the federation’s need for dilithim crystals, they had offered a trade. The fertility formula Spock’s team had created from the pollen for the rich deposits of crystals on Ginlalei. The Enterprise had been assigned to present the formula and sign a treaty to secure mining rights.

And now Jim, who was to be the guest of honor as both the Captain and pregnant, was really uncomfortable. His usual dress uniform, for obvious reasons did not fit anymore and so his yeoman had volunteered to design him a new one for the occasion. He was also sure that every crewmember had put in their two cents.

Luckily his trusted crew was actually quiet good at design and turned up a new uniform similar to his old one. The main difference was the cut of the jacket that was modified to emphasis the curve of his stomach and nicely hide any weight he had gained elsewhere. The only problem was they had not changed the collar and it was still as restrictive and uncomfortable as his old uniform.

With one last tug he gave up on trying to fix it and went to find Spock, who was patiently waiting for him in the lounge.

“You have finished your visual inspection?” he asked, amusement shinning in his eyes.

“I have,” Jim smirked buying into the game.

“You are satisfied with your new formal uniform?” Spock inquired as Jim sauntered towards him.

“Quite,” Jim grinned smoothing his hands over Spock’s blue clad chest, “But I haven’t assessed yours.”

“You are satisfied?” Spock asked placing his hands over Jim’s.

“More or less,” Jim grinned kissing his husband soundly on the lips, “Now we better get to the transporter room before they send search parties.”

“I concur,” Spock agreed tugging Jim’s hands way from his collar as he automatically reached to adjust it.

The Jim frowned, while it might be just him Spock’s posture seemed to be more ridged then usual, “Why are you so nervous Spock?”

Spock opened his mouth to deny, but seeing Jim’s expression changed his mind, “I am wary that complications will arise from this assignment that may adversely affect Junior’s health so close to his birth. The probability is..”

“Spock,” Jim sighed cutting him off, “Ginlalei is a peaceful planet, they want to join the federation. And we are going for a banquet. Bones has even tested all the food to be served so I won’t have an allergic reaction. We will have a full security team and you and Bones will be at my side the whole time.”

Spock’s eyebrows twitched down, “I am aware of the precautions we have negotiated with the Lati people to allow.”

“So what are you worried about?” The Captain prompted grasping Spock’s hand in his.

“It maybe illogical, but in this case I must be. Yours and Junior’s safety are my priority and any situation that may endanger you I cannot tolerate,”
Jim’s gaze softened under Spock’s sincere stare.

“It’s going to be fine,” Jim stated.

“Fine has variable meanings,” Spock argued.

“Spock,” Jim stopped him his tone quelling any further argument.

The Vulcan returned to his usual parade rest, “Very well, it is best we make our way to the transporter room.”

“Lead the way,” Jim offered smile returning.

JUNIOR

A garden full of flowering plants and bright yellow foliage greeted them as their particles realigned. The silence depths of intricate castings shot with royal blue surrounded the courtyard garden. The building was a fitting elegance for the Lati’s main citadel and house of government.

“Bones,” Jim scolded pushing the tricorder out of his face preventing him from taking in the beautiful sight, “Stop it.”

“No,” McCoy growled shoving the tricorder back at Jim scanning him.

“Bones, we can’t freak the Lati out, so put it away,” Jim ordered his CMO.

“Fine,” The doctor groused shoving it in his bag, “Your reading’s are normal anyway.”

Jim satisfied they weren’t going to offend their hosts so early turned to great the delegation. A trio of humanoid orange ‘hour glasses’ decked out in flowing robes, each with varying shades of blue for hair, indicating their advanced age.

The Captain followed by the rest of the enterprise party bowed to their hosts, his hand he curved downwards over his stomach in a traditional greeting, “Lati Trei, it is an honor to be invited to your Hantiary.”

“The Honor is ours Lotrei,” the council, supporting wide welcoming smiles chimed as one.

“You are Captain Kirk,” the first Councilor or Lati Trei qen, noted by a blue ribbon tried around her ample, by Lati standards, middle. This, Jim noted, was a mark of beauty. The larger a Lati woman’s stomach the more desirable they were. Which made sense in a society that worshiped pregnant women.

“I am and this is my crew,” Jim nodded gesturing behind him, first to the 3 blue shirts, “My science team lead by Lieutenant Jefers,” Then to the 6 red shirts who had already set up a perimeter around the main group, “My security officers, lead by Lieutenant Commander Giotto,” Then to Uhura, McCoy and Spock, “My Head communications officer Lieutenant Uhura, my Chief Medical Officer Dr McCoy and finally my first officer Commander Spock.”

“You and yours are welcome,” the councilors chirped together performing their traditional greeting once more before Lati Trei Qen spoke up.

“I am Lati Trei Qen Shama,” she introduced, “We have spoken. This is is Lati Trei Qwan Fren,” She motioned to the man wearing a red belt on her right then to the man with a purple belt on her left, “And Lati Trei Qui Fali. We are the Lati Trei or council as you have come to know us.”

“I and mine are welcomed,” Jim replied with the Lati welcome at Uhura’s nod.

“Come, come we have arranged for a tour for yours,” Shama chimed happily, decidedly done with the formalities.

Spock turned to Jim but he was already halfway out of the courtyard talking animatedly with Shama.

He heard Doctor McCoy mutter an aggravated ‘dammit’ under his breath before he chased after their Captain. Spock decided to instead follow at a more sedate pace keeping Jim in his line of sight. Noyta fell into step next to him as the rest of the landing party followed, the security team keeping to the perimeter.

“The Lati language is interesting don’t you think?” Uhura pulled him into a conversation as they walked through the arching corridors and rooms of the citadel as their Lati hosts pointed out all the very interesting very triangular architecture.

JUNIOR

Finally the tour came to an end at the main doors of the citadel.

“We ask if you would meet our people,” Shama requested of Jim as she finished explaining the history of the citadel’s entry hall and the significance of the three-tiered pillars encompassing the space.

“Perhaps it would be wise for our team to inspect your laboratory facilities to ensure the serum will be properly stored and instruct your people how to administer it correctly,” Spock spoke up from beside Jim.

“That good idea,” Shama nodded, “Fren will escort your team to hospital. You and yours may then meet our people and see our city.”

“Would be my honor,” Fren smiled nodding along.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Jim grinned charmingly stopping Spock from protesting further, “Lieutenant,” He turned to Jefers, “You and your team go with Qwan Fren. Once you have assessed their facilities you can organize the transportation of the serum.”

Jefers nodded, “Yes Sir.”

“Lieutenant Jackson and Anderson will accompany you,” Jim continued gesturing for two of the red shirts to join the blues.

“Sir,” Giotto stepped up as head of security, “With all due respect the security is here to protect you. And as you are also on Maternity leave it is Commander Spock we take orders from.”

Jim’s eyes darkened turning to glance at Spock before speaking his voice steady, “No Lieutenant Commander, you are here to ensure everyone is secure. And that includes the science team. Whether I am on maternity leave or not has no relevance.”

“Sir, we are here to escort you as the Lati’s Honored Guest. ” Giotto tried eyes turning to Spock for instruction.

“Do as the Captain orders,” Spock commanded noticing the Lati council becoming agitated at Giotto’s challenge.

“I,” Giotto started to protest, giving in quickly as he too noticed their hosts change in demeanor, “Of course Sir, I apologize for speaking out of turn.”

“You are forgiven,” Jim assured him, the Lati’s expressions softening at Giotto’s quick submission.

“Right now that’s sorted, shall we get going,” Jim smiled once again moving to block his security officer from Lati’s line of vision.

“Of course, course,” Shama, placated, agreed motioning for the science team to follow Fren, “Go now.”

The blues and the two reds shuffled after him at their Captain’s nod. Spock pondering on the dark look that passed over the councilor Feli face as he watched the science team disappear down the corridor.

“Would you not join them, you Doctor yes?” Shama asked McCoy who stayed firmly at Jim’s side, doing a poor job at hiding his disapproval of Jim’s orders.

“No ma’am I’m staying here, they have it in hand,” the Doctor told her firmly. The Captain tried not to laugh at his stubborn friend.

“Okay, okay, then please follow, the people wish to meet those who have ensured our survival,” Shama smiled beckoning them to the huge doors as Feli slipped back into the shadows of the citadel.

Giotto motioned the remaining three security into advantage positions by the doors as Spock, McCoy and Uhura formed around Jim waiting.

A grand stair was revealed as the massive beams swung open, leading down towards an exquisite city square, well triangle, crowded with Lati.

They stood in neat lines all staring adoringly up at them, and Jim noticed a little nervously, mostly at him as they followed Shama into the sunlight streaming down from Ginlalei’s sun.

“We welcome you,” Chimed the procession in perfect unison curving their hands over their stomachs before dropping to the knees in reverence.

Sharing a look with his officers, they quickly returned the gesture, “We are Welcomed,” they said together projecting their voices as Spock and McCoy helped Jim on to his knees.

“No no no,” Shama quickly stepped in horrified as she helped Jim to his feet, “You do not kneel you are Lotrei.”

“Right, Sorry,” Jim apologized sheepishly allowing himself to be lifted to his feet.

Shama grasped Spock’s arm, “You must also stand. You are his Logrei, his giver.”

“I apologize we were not aware of this custom,” Spock spoke straightening his jacket as he stood.

“It is ok,” Shama assured him, “Please come, we show you the city,” the Lati guided them down, past the kneeling crowd towards some sort of plush sedan chair.

The Lati remained silent, only eyes moved as they tracked their progress down the steps. McCoy followed quickly behind unnerved by the Lati’s stares, Uhura staying close behind him. The security team swept down around them keeping their eyes on the crowd and the surrounding buildings.

Jim was quick to settle in the plush cushions eager to see the Lati Capital and find out more about their situation.

“Jim,” Spock suppressed his unease, “Perhaps it is best…”

“Come on Spock it’ll be fun,” Jim smiled swiftly cutting him off before he could protest.

“Yes, fun,” Shama smiled brightly pushing Spock forwards, “You must join.”

“Fun is not something I am concern about,” Spock muttered as he allowed himself to be pushed beside his husband.

“Lighten up Spock,” Jim grinned slinging an arm around his waist, “We’re just taking in our host’s beautiful city.”

“It is not that I protest,” Spock replied as Shama moved around the chair and settled herself beside Jim.

“Gertute,” Shama commanded and eight Lati stood to attention taking positions around the poles, “Shaer,” she intoned and the men lifted the chair as one onto their shoulders.

“Dammit,” McCoy growled jumping back as Spock wrapped both arms around his T’hy’la.

“Spock, this is fine. I am fine,” Jim whispered loosening his husbands grip, as he motioned for McCoy to be quiet.

The Vulcan straightened taking a deep breath his meditations the night before had not curbed his anxiousness. When they had received their orders for this mission, the Admiralty had included in the order that Jim was to be the negotiator. The treaty was very important to the federation. So due to Jim’s pregnancy he was the perfect candidate to ensure the treaty negotiation went smoothly. Thou Spock protested that it would put the Lati at a disadvantage to have someone they saw as a deity negotiate the terms of the federation, they would not concede. Nor would they concede when the doctor had sent a specific report detailing the risks to Jim’s health.

“I apologize,” Spock murmured withdrawing his arms and placing them firmly on his folded knees.

Jim smile softened curing his hand in Spock’s as the procession moved forward at Shama’s command. The Captain could hear McCoy’s grumbling as the forgotten Starfleet personal were forced to follow the sedan chair on foot.

The Captain’s hand tightened around Spock’s as he felt a tight pressing pain grip his stomach as they left the triangle.

“Jim?” Spock turned to him concerned squeezing back.

Shama joined in Spock’s concern, “Captain?”

Jim let out a breath as the pain receded as quickly as it had come, “It’s alright, just Junior,” he managed a smile to reassure their host and his husband. McCoy hadn’t noticed a thing, too engrossed in his grumblings about having to walk.

“He moves,” she smiled back concern forgotten, even if Spock’s was not, “May I?”

“Of course,” Jim agreed as Shama ran a hand over his rounded stomach exclaiming her joy as she felt Junior shift under her hand.

“It is a wonder,” She smiled, “It reminds me of my pregnancies.”

“You can have children?,” Jim eyebrows jumped up in surprised as they slowly passed exceptional buildings of various shapes and sizes, the streets lined with silent worshipping Lati, making the security team twitchy.

“I was yes, I am now passed my time,” She said sadly, then smiled brightly pointing out a bright blue tower.

“How many children did you have?” Jim asked interested to find out what the Lati were doing to increase the population. A population that had dropped from 8 billion to 2.3 million in the 300 years since the birth rate fell to almost non-existent.

“23,” Shama answered before she explained the origin behind the triangular moldings of the Lati’s city hall. How the three points of the triangle represent birth, life and death.

“23 is a significant number,” Spock commented, “Your gestation period is 11 months of your year.”

“It not, I did not start until I 26. I had 1 child every year,” Shama said, “Until I could no longer. They were each taken by wonderful family.”

“You didn’t raise your own children,” Jim asked as Shama pointed out the Sloping Concert Hall.

“Only my first, the others where raised by their fathers,” She smiled fondly.

Spock’s eyebrows twitched, “You had more then one mate?”

The Lati shook her head with an amused smile, “No, no. We use fake insert.”

“You mean artificial insemination?” Jim corrected smiling as they admired the Lati’s gravity defying skyscrapers.

“Yes, yes that,” she nodded, “My first was my mate’s and my miracle. She is now a scientist. She will help with serum.”

“You did not know you where able to have a child until your first?” Spock inquired as they past into a beautifully coloured market.

Shama’s smile dropped slightly “No, we not tell if we can birth. Only til we do.”

“You don’t test for fertility?” Jim asked surprised accepting a purple fruit from their host as a Lati from the procession handed it to her from a market stall.

“We do, but it makes no different,” She explained as Spock discreetly plucked the fruit from Jim handing it down to McCoy to scan with his tricorder, “Fertility is no problem, only birth.”

“So you have no way of knowing if a woman can have children until she does,” Jim confirmed accepting back the fruit McCoy deemed acceptable.

“No,” Shama’s gaze lowered as she placed a hand over her stomach, “But those can, it is most precious.”

“It is,” Jim smiled fondly running a hand over his own rounded stomach.

They fell silent in their own contemplation as they passed into a street lined with terrace houses, each fashioned with a high angled pitched roof. The Starfleet officers noticed the vibrant colours and foliage spilling from the planter boxes of many of the houses. They also noticed the stillness of those that had nothing. Something a rapidly declining population couldn’t hide.

Taking a bite of his fruit Jim almost choked as another pressing pain passed through him. Shama and Spock turned to him in surprised concern. Quickly he waved them off with a sheepish smile as purple juices ran down his chin. Jim decided accepting the handkerchief Spock held out to him was the to only way to convince their host he wasn’t totally uncivilized.

As they continued on to another street Shama used the moment and turned to Spock voicing a question she had obviously wanted to ask before, “You, you are not of the same as your Lotrei?”

“I am part Vulcan,” Spock confirmed.

“Then you hybrid?” Shama asked checking her pronunciation of the word.

Spock inclined his head, “I am.”

“Then I do not like to ask, but how you have child,” she asked concerned, “Your earth vids you gave tell that hybrids not fertile?”

Jim hid his smile as he heard McCoy snort in amusement at her question, “My parents were required to used genetic help to conceive,” Spock answered calmly ignoring the Doctor, “In doing so they ensured I would have a fully Vulcan reproductive system.”

“Then your Junior,” Shama smiled at Jims happy nod, “will be half Vulcan, half Human yes. A proper hybrid as the serum allow,” then she frown, “So you not know if he will have children.”

“No,” Spock replied, voice flat.

“It most distress to not know if your child can have their own,” Shama nodded in understanding before lightening the mood by pointing out a primary school, the only one in the city, teeming with happy orange children in bright blue uniforms.

“May I ask how you are the head of the council, as a Lotrei I didn’t think you would be expected to…” Jim trailed off unsure as to how he should phrase his question.

“To be head of council?” Shama finished for him waving at the enthusiastic children, encouraging Jim to do the same.

“Um, Yes,” Jim replied smiling and waving as the kids clamored at the fence to see the procession past trying to catch a glimpse of the visiting delegates.

“I show you,” Shama smiled as they turned down a promenade lined with floating Indigo trees and towards an elegant marble like structure. The red hues of the building glowed in the afternoon light as dark burgundy veins ran through each sculptured pillar.

“This our sanctuary,” The Lati told them ordering the procession to stop and to wait.

“It’s beautiful,” Jim stared in awe as Spock helped him from the sedan chair. Uhura and McCoy joined in Jim’s admiration as the security team fanned out around them.

Shama beckoned the officers up the sweeping steps and into the cool interior. And even McCoy couldn’t gripe at the beautiful expanse of halls and corridors filled with sculptured images of Lati women full with child.

“This where our Lotrei live, where we care for them.” Shama started to explain, “Lotrei are most scared to Lati. They mean we as the Lati can survive. We take care, as they have our children. So we the council give them their needs. ”

“So you mean being a Lotrei is like a job? They have children so you can keep adding to the Lati population. And you provide them with everything so they can.” Jim summarized noticing the various women moving silently through the halls. Some wearing what looked to be the Lati’s equivalent of a nurse’s uniform shadowing those with rounded stomachs.

Shama nodded, “Yes is. I as Lati Trei Qen it is my duty to ensure Lotrei are proper cared for.”

McCoy and Uhura looked shocked as she explained how their system worked. Jim thought that from an earth perspective it might seem callous and insensitive to expect women to live their lives having children. However the Lati saw it as the greatest honor. To have children meant one step closer to preventing their entire population’s extinction.

Spock steered Shama’s attention way from his crewmembers reactions, “As you were a Lotrei you are aware of their needs. That is why you are the head of the council.”

“Yes, yes, I was elected as that.” Shama nodded leading them into a vast chamber lined with giant cushions. Many had Lotrei sprawled comfortably surrounded by young women.

“This is where many young come in hope being in presence of Lotrei will mean they be one too,” Shama swept her hand over the room indicating the Lati’s behavior. The Lati could not predict which women could carry children so they had instead raised those who could to the status of gods.

“Do their family visit, their husbands?,” Uhura asked curiously concerned.

“Yes, we no restrict Lotrei, they come and go as pleases, their family too. We do nothing to stress. Is bad for baby,” Shama gusted drawing the attention of the worshippers.

“Trei Qen,” a matronly woman moved forwards past the worshipping Lati, curving a hand downwards over her stomach in greeting, “Is Honor.”

“Tren Shay,” Shama smiled returning the gesture, “I introduce you, Captain Kirk, from star fleet.”

“Lotrei,” Shay whispered bowing low as her attention focused solely on Jim and his rounded stomach, “It is the most gracious honor.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Jim replied a little warily introducing his crew, “This is my first officer and husband Mr. Spock. My Medical officer Dr. McCoy and my Communications officer Lieutenant Uhura.”

“You are welcomed,” Shay smiled straightening motioning them to come forwards, “We honor you.”

Jim grinned skirting Spock’s restraining’s hand, moving to greet the crowd. The Lati circled around him smiling and bowing, but not touching. It was the most interesting thing Jim had noticed was that the Lati didn’t touch the Lotrei except perhaps when they gave their permission. Or he guessed stumbling as another pressing pain caught him by surprise, when they were in trouble.

In an instant the Lati nurses had swooped upon him, sweeping him towards one of the giant cushions before McCoy could go anywhere near his tricorder. They poked and prodded asking him questions in their own language making it difficult for the Captain to keep up.

“You right?” Shama asked concerned shooing the nurses away before the security team got involved, “We get you anything?”

“No, I’m fine, just a little stumble,” Jim assured her giving up on trying to sit up and relaxing into the plush cushion, moaning in pleasure as it molded to his body, “This is heaven, its like lying on a cloud,”

“They for Lotrei to ease their sores,” She smiled, happy their honored guest was well.

“We so have to get one of these for the ship,” The captain said as Spock kneeled next to him, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Jim,” Spock caught his attention as he brushed a hand over his wrist his eyes twinkling.

The captain turned his head as his eyes fluttered back open, “Mmm.”

“We must return to the citadel to negotiate the treaty with the council,” the Vulcan informed him curling a hand around his.

“Can we negotiate for one of these for the ship,” Jim smiled allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. McCoy pushed forwards with his tricorder in hand but for once he stopped at Jim’s look. He did not want to alarm the Lati any more then he had.

“I am sure we can inquire about acquiring one as a gift for the Enterprise,” Spock’s lips twitched upwards.

“Excellent,” Jim grinned clutching Spock’s hand to his chest, “Best we push on then.”

“Indeed,” Spock replied.

“Honored Lotrei,” Shay uttered bowing as she appeared at Jim’s side, “You are the one’s to bring the serum?”

“We are,” Jim smiled, “and we hope it will help your people.”

The matron nodded, “It was most nice for you to do this,” her statement not matching the disappointed frown.

Jim met Spock’s eyes wary at the woman’s flat tone, “It was our pleasure,” he nodded before turning to Shama, “Perhaps it is time we returned to the citadel to sign the treaty.”

“Yes, yes,” Shama smiled bowing to the gathered Lati who, following Tren Shay dropped to their knees with the traditional gesture.

“Thank you,” Jim smiled returning their gesture before following the council head from the sanctuary.

JUNIOR

Jim gazed out at the setting sun framed by the marbled piers of the Lati’s banquet pavilion. The cultural dances and music arranged for them by the council had quietly come to an end with the fade of the music and silent swish of golden skirts.

He reflected on the treaty signing as the sun made its final decent behind the artificial horizon of the city. Having the advantage of his position as a Lotrei was very useful in quelling any arguments the Lati had over the treaty had the negotiations go smoothly. Spock as mediator had stepped in when he felt the need to ensure the Lati did not just give everything to the federation. Jim was extremely greatful for this as being bogged down in the details of the treaty tended to blind him to the pitfalls. In the end, finally after two hours of negotiations the final copy of the treaty was validated and signed.

Now as the sun had finally dipped below the horizon they could eat and enjoy the delights their new allies could offer. This included, as Jim’s gazed turned to the Lati dressed in fine tunics of emerald, copious amounts of delicious smelling delicacies they carried on stone plates.

Each plate was laid carefully in front of the dinners as the aromas threatened to over whelm them. Jim couldn’t wait to dig in as he felt junior fussing, but Uhura’s stern gaze reminded him of the Lati’s customary blessing before a meal. It was something, she had told him, now only done at large events.

It was an old custom, predating the time of the Lotrei worship and Jim watched intrigued as Shama rose to her feet hands hovering over the food. The Lati’s language was something he had yet to master and could only understand half of what was said as Shama’s melodic voice boomed out over the hall blessing the food for all to eat.

Shama sat down and the hall erupted into a flurry of movement as the Lati’s reach for the food devouring the bit-sized chunks quickly and efficiently. They did not use utensils, instead used bowls of water placed at their left to cleanse their hands after each dish. Jim and the others followed suit, delighted moans accompanying their taste buds pleasure. Spock, finding it most illogical to ‘stuff your face’ picked carefully at each dish that was approved by him as vegetarian appropriate. Lapping up the running juices delicately, he barely needed the cleansing bowl.

Uhura, Jim unexpectedly noted, was as quick to join in with the rest of them, juices running down her wrists as she chatted amicably with the Lati next to her. McCoy he noticed as he leaned back happily into his new giant cushion was a little more cautious assessing each food. But once he had decided it was edible he was like one of the natives.

Even the security team was happy to join in the feast, taking time out from their guard duties to enjoy the Lati’s hospitality. As a captain he was proud to notice they had positioned themselves in strategic places around the hall to jump into action if they were needed.

As the food diminished the talking began in earnest. Jim decided with a full stomach and such a comfy cushion to just lie back and enjoy as the noise washed over him tuning almost automatically into Spock’s familiar voice.

“There are fifty members of the Lati Trei at present?” Spock curious at the Lati’s governmental structure described, Jim remembered, to them by Starfleet.

“Yes yes,” Shama nodded, “10 in city. Other’s in out towns. Use to have 50 Treia each state. Only one state now.”

“Is each member elected to their position?” the Vulcan asked head tilting swallowing a bite of mushy vegetable.

Shama smiled, “Yes, each position voted in. From high to low.”

“It is a most interesting system. Each member is voted from the public as an individual,” Spock spoke his observations, “How is it determined who is to be voted for?”

Shama chewed on her carrot like food for a moment looking for the words to answer his question, “It is based the person merits. What they have done for the Lati.”

“Those running for the position must then be nominated by the people,” Spock eyebrows twitched up wards impressed by the Lati values.

“Yes, before they even try for council, the people decide.” She nodded enthusiastically, happy to share how the Lati system works.

Jim’s eyes slid closed, Spock’s steady words lulling him into slumber. The familiar pains of the day melted away as he dozed contented for the moment,

Then Murphy’s law kicked in as he felt the wetness trickle from between his legs and stain his pants. And no he had not just wet himself, thou it may have been better if he had as the doors to the hall slammed open filling with insurgent Lati carrying really big guns.

The red shirts jumped into action phasers raised and ready holding the rebels at bay for only a moment before they were overwhelmed. Forcing them back to form a circle around their officers.

Uhura was quick to reach for her communicator but was forced down as Ensign Stevens covered her when the rebels noticed the device and opened fire.

“Stand down,” Jim’s shouted order echoed over the noise as he forced Spock to allow him up, “Stop firing.” The entire situation was a mess and he wouldn’t risk his people. The red shirts surrendered their weapons immediately, the Lati fire ceasing at the Lotrei’s command.

A battle field emerged as the dust cleared, the light of the moon illuminating the dark stains that crept across the floor away from the prone bodies of both Lati and human alike. Two red shirts lay death, more of them injured along with the blue shirt’s as they gingerly picked themselves off the floor. Uhura rolled Stevens’ body from hers carefully closing her vacant eyes, trying to ignore the darkened burgundy blending into her uniform.

McCoy was already on his knees beside a bleeding Giotto, after his visual examination assured him of his Captain’s health. Spock curled an arm around Jim ready to shield him if the Lati opened fire once more.

“What is the meaning of this?” Shama cried in the Lati language jolting to her feet in out rage, eyes wild, her hair in disarray.

“This is a protest,” The Lati Rebels parted to reveal Tren Shay, an insignia depicting the silhouette of a pregnant Lati on her chest.

“It will save our people,” Shama exclaimed facing the woman eyes almost pleading.
“It will destroy our people,” Shay growled back, “And I am not the only one to think so.”

Shama turned horrified as three of the council members, including Trei Qui Fali, moved to stand at the matron’s side, “You betray your people.”

“No Trei Qen, it is you and the rest of the council that have betrayed us,” Fali roared ordering two of the rebels to restrain her, “You who bring in outsiders, you who allow them to bring venom to poison our Lotrei.”

“It is the only way for our people to survive,” Shama protested, the star fleet officers unable to do anything as she struggled against her captives.

Jim’s scream broke the argument as another pain, worse then the others pressed down on his stomach. Spock’s arm the only thing keeping him upright.

“What the hell Jim your in labour,” McCoy growled appearing at his side tricorder in hand.

“Ya think,” Jim managed as he tried breathing through the pain. As even the rebel Lati looked on in alarm and concern.

“We must get you back to the ship,” Spock said lifting Jim into his arms.

“Communications are jammed,” Uhura whispered her crackling communicator as evidence.

Feli looked smug satisfied that what ever they had done, had worked.

“You will no go anywhere,” Shay growled, “You baby have here.”

“Like hell,” McCoy growled banishing his tricorder, “You have to let us get back to our ship or they both might die.”

Shay looked undecided, her position allowing her to only think of the Lotrei.

“You have our word we will not interfere with your argument if you agree to let us return to our ship,” Spock tried to sway her decision cradling Jim to his chest.

“No, you go to ship you come back with help,” Feli snarled knowing Shay’s indecision, ignoring Shama’s pleading as he pulled a gun from a guard, “You have baby here or not at all.”

“You would harm Lotrei,” Shama voice chimed out in outrage, “You not a Lati.”

Feli looked stunned even at his own actions dropping the gun slightly. Then resolve showed on his face as he came to a decision turning the gun on the blue shirts, “I will not harm Lotrei, but I harm others if you try a thing.”

“You would hurt those that would preserve our survival. You shame your people,” Shama hissed spitting in the traitor’s face.

“You!”

“Stop!” Jim yelled struggling from Spock’s hold, forcing the Vulcan to put him down.

Feli’s fist stilled centimeters from Shama’s face.

“Stop arguing, just stop. I barely even know what your bloody yelling at each other. But I can’t fucking wait,” Jim screamed out as another contraction forced him to double over as pain racked his body.

“Dammit Jim,” McCoy grabbed at him, Spock wrapping a steadying hand around his arm.

“Just hurry it up and make a decision,” Jim gasped out as the pain receded, “I don’t have all night.”

Feli with drew his hand automatically giving into a Lotrei‘s demands, motioning for two of the rebels forward, “Remove their weapons and communications. Then take them to secure chambers and stand guard.”

The Starfleet officers reluctantly handed over their devices, as the Lati Rebel’s guns remained unwavering. They paused only when they reached Jim unsure how to proceed. The Captain becoming irritable at their hesitation just shoved his communicator at the closest Lati almost making him drop the others.

“You have our stuff, can we go now,” Jim gripped straightening as much as possible allowing Spock to sling his arm around his shoulder, to keep him standing.

“Follow,” nodded a rebel lieutenant ordering them as five Lati surrounded the group urging them towards the doors leading back into the citadel.

The remaining red shirts stooped to lift their dead comrades at Jim’s nod.

“No,” The lieutenant growled, “leave.”

“Like hell,” Jim challenged angrily, “We’re taking them or I’m not moving.”

“Jim,” Spock tried to reason.

Jim’s glare did not waver, the Lati stood shocked not sure what to do. The captain motioned for Giotto and the others continue to pick up their fallen, “You will let us take our people.”

The rebel lieutenant quickly turned to Feli for guidance unsure what to do. Feli lips thinned in impatience, “Allow it,” he ordered in exasperation, “and take the Trei Qen.”

The Lieutenant tapped his hand to his stomach in a Lati Salute, “Yes Trei Qui.”

Shama’s eyes were ablaze with simmering fury as she was pushed into the group, but she made no move against her traitorous people.

JUNIOR

The group’s progress was slow as they were shepherded through the corridors of the citadel that only that morning they had been admiring. The once beautifully carved pillars cast ghostly shadows of bars at their feet as the twin moons rose from the horizon.

Jim paused again, forcing the group to stop as he caught his breath from another contraction that ever slowly brought him to the edge. His crewmembers were efficient in transferring their cargo allowing time for the injured to rest.

McCoy and Spock hovering over Jim radiating concern, though Spock’s was a bit more contained.

“I can carry you,” the Vulcan offered to his spouse unsure in what why he could help him.

“No, no I’m fine,” Jim managed leaning against a column as he rubbed his stomach in soothing circles.

Spock turned to the Doctor for guidance, “Its ok Spock walking is good for him at this stage, it will reduce the pressure Junior is putting on him right now.”

“Very well, “ Spock started, but was cut off as a guard growled in impatience.

“You Move,” he pushed waving his gun at them.

“I’ll move when I’m ready” Jim snarled back snapping his head around, eyes narrowing, challenging the Lati to force the issue.

The Lati’s eye widened automatically jumping back to give Jim more room before he even knew what he was doing. Then frustrated at himself his eyes lowered moving back into line with the other Lati. All the rebels quiet happy to wait until Jim was ready.

Jim taking a deep breath continued his shuffle down the corridor his people matching the slow pace instantly. Eventually the Lati lead them to a door motioning for them to enter the darkened room.

Cautiously they moved forwards. Shama tapped the switch, bathing the room in flickering light as the bulbs similar to Earth florescence found their equilibrium.

“You stay,” The rebel Lieutenant informed them curtly before shutting the door in their faces, each sharing a wary look as the lock clicked into place.

“Right so now what do we do?” Giotto asked directing his people to lay their burden in the corner, eyes sweeping the sparsely furnished space.

“Right now the captain lies down so I can check him over properly,” McCoy answered swiftly directing Jim to the bed, bare of any linins.

“We have to come up with a plan,” Jim said allowing himself to be settled against the headboard, his legs growing too heavy to hold him up.

“We must endeavor to return to the ship,” Spock agreed at Jim’s side.

“I may be help,” Shama added in continuing at Jim’s encouraging smile, “I was Architect before Lotrei. This is a stateroom, and not known but old state rooms had serving path. Covered in upgrade.”

“Can we access any of these Servant entrances?” Uhura asked eager.

“If we find,” Shama told her, “Behind small wall.”

“You mean thin wall,” Giotto asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Shama nodded eyes glistening, “ We find we get out.”

“That’s good,” Jim smiled eyes calculating batting at McCoy’s tricorder, “But we need to get our communicators and find what ever it is that is blocking them.”

“I may able to get location from other Lati, I persuade they help Lotrei.” She offered as Uhura taking action directed the others in their search for the hidden panel.

“That would be most help FUll,” Spock voice rose Jim’s almost crushing of his hand taking him by surprise as another contraction hit.

“I can do only what I can, to make up for such disgrace,” Shama sadden by her peoples betrayal attempted to apologize, “If known I would no let you here.”

“It’s ok,” Jim breathed out, trying to smile through the aftermath of the pain, “You didn’t know.”

McCoy kept his comments to himself as he pulled off his jacket draping it over Jims spread knees. The blue fabric protected Jim’s pride, since modesty wasn’t an issue, as the Doctor tugged at the Captain’s pants down, dumping them and his boots to the floor.

“Damn, that’s cold,” Jim shivered drawing his knees towards himself.

Spock without pause pulled his own jacket off to add to the doctors.

“How much time do we have?” Spock inquired wary as quiet tapping fill the room as the crew searched for the hidden door.

“He’s dilated 5 cm,” McCoy looking up from his assessment eyes darkening, “How long exactly have you been having contractions?”

“I might of had a few when we first arrived,” Jim bit out as another contraction hit.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me,” McCoy growled.

“I didn’t want to upset the Lati,” Jim confessed breathing heavy, “They stopped, they stopped before the treaty signing, I thought, thought they were just phantom con-contractions.”

“You should have gotten me to check,” McCoy was beyond frustrated. If Jim had said something earlier, if he’d said anything they would have already been back on the ship, “Dammit.”

“I’m sorry,” Jim managed in a strangled scream as another contraction hit.

“What is done is done,” Spock said, eyes dark with worry. He had known something like this would have happened. He had known and he had done nothing to prevent it. Done knowing to protect his bond mate and their child.

“By the time between contractions and how much your dilated Jim, I’d say we have an hour maybe 2 if we’re lucky,” the Doctor summarized quickly putting his frustration to the side.

“Then we must act quickly,” Spock agreed as a happy shout ricocheted from the other side of the room.

“I’ve found it, I’ve found it,” shouted ensign Yimen’s tapping the wall and getting back a hollow response.

“Move,” Spock ordered leaving Jim’s side to assess the wall. Then with quick precision he used his Vulcan strength tearing the thin plaster from their salvation. The door behind was handle less and brittle swinging open on its teetering hinges as Spock shoved at it.

The Red ensign guarding the door shushed them for a moment as he listened for the guards. It was a miracle they had not heard the ruckus. But the stateroom was built for privacy and the door was solid wood.

“You four,” Spock ordered picking a 2 red and 2 blue shirts, “We will retrieve the communicators, and deactivate the device.”

“Aye sir,” replied the chosen quickly moving to Spock’s side.

“Spock,” Jim’s eyes wide in panic, “Don’t,” he breathed remembering. Hiding as he watched his mother at the kitchen table shaking in silence an old photo frame clutched in her hand. Seeing the relief in her eyes as she waved goodbye unable to face her children, in them the ghost of the only man she loved. He couldn’t not with Junior he couldn’t lose him, he couldn’t be his mother. Couldn’t survive without Spock.

The bond flared with Jim’s fluctuating emotions each trying to gain control.

“Jim, my Thy’la,” Spock whispered his hands cradling Jim’s face bringing him back, “I will not leave you,” he spoke searching Jim’s eyes for coherence.

“You can’t Spock, you can’t,” Jim grabbed at Spock’s arms anchoring him.

“Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched,” Spock murmured touching his forehead to Jim’s eyes closing, “I will be with you always, you do not need to worry.”

“Spock, I,” Jim tried as he calmed eyes dropping closed.

“I know my Thy’la. But I must, I can alone gain the information we need quickly. You will trust me to return. To you and to our child.” Spock’s voice was smooth, soothing.

“I trust you,” Jim whispered trying a smile, “Always have.”

The Captain tensed his grip tightening as another contraction hit, Spock doing his best to ease the pain. The fluctuations making it next to impossible for him to shield it completely.

Spock stood as Jim dropped his hands as the pain faded, fingers brushing his in a silent promise.

“I’ll take care of him,” Uhura said touching Spock shoulder, “at least until you get back.”

“Thank you Nyota,” Spock nodded motioning for the chosen personal and Shama to follow him threw the secret door. He was unable to look back as Uhura took his place beside Jim taking his hand in hers.

JUNIOR

They made it threw the servants corridor with barely any light. Spock quick to disable the first Lati rebel they came across just outside the men’s toilet. He did not hesitate taking the information he needed from the beings unconscious mind. They did not have time for Shama to attempt to convince him to help them.

“The Communicators and phasers are being kept in Feli’s Office, the device in the central surveillance room,” Spock told Shama waiting for direction. She knew the Citadel well so she would know the best way to each location.

“Feli’s office on way to security,” Shama replied a face determined, “We take east corridor we get past guards.”

“We will retrieve the communicators first,” Spock spoke making a plan feeling Jim’s urgency through their bond, “I must then return to the Captain. Shama, will you the others to deactivate the device. You may take your communicators with you.”

“It done,” Shama replied nodding, “Come or we discovered.”

Spock directed Giotto to help him move the unconscious rebel back into the bathroom. Then they followed Shama in silence, eyes and ears alert to the world around them.

JUNIOR

Uhura gritted her teeth as Jim almost crushed her hand another contraction pressing down on his stomach. Spock and the others had been gone 20 minutes and she had no idea how long they would be. The three remaining ensign’s had taken up positions by the doors, one listening for the rebels the other for the return of their own. As Jim’s contractions come closer together she knew they did not have long, they needed to get back to the ship pronto. She felt helpless only able to hold Jim’s hand through the pain.

“So since you’re in the unique position to answer this question, which hurts more getting kick in the balls or child birth,” Uhura decided to ask in her relief as Jim’s grip eased.

“What do you think!?” Jim growled his grip tightening once more as another contraction hit. She really was starting to regret taking the Captain’s hand.

“Dammit,” McCoy swore under his breath, “We don’t have an hour.”

“What?!” another contraction hit taking Jim’s breath.

“You’re progressing faster then I thought,” McCoy clarified voice urgent rummaging through his medical kit, “Junior’s coming now and I don’t have anything to slow it down.”

“You don’t think I know that,” Jim snarled grip tightening around Uhura’s hand.

“What does that mean?” Uhura squeaked out in concern trying to ignore her small fragile bones grinding together.

“I’m going to have to break his pelvis, it’s the only way Junior’s head will fit,” the Doctor explained arranging Jim’s legs, “I need you on your back Jim, this will hurt.”

“More then this,” Jim hissed allowing Nyota to shake her hand out of his grasp to support his shoulders, McCoy pulling him forwards to lay him flat.

Uhura could only cringe as she almost heard bones snap, the Captain’s agonizing scream piercing the room. The three remaining crewmembers turned in fearful concern unconsciously moving to block their ears.

“I know it hurts Jim, but you’re going to have to push,” McCoy tried to assure their Captain, hands steady as he held bones apart.

“You can do it,” the communications officer tried to encourage him taking his hand once more scanning the captain’s flushed and sweaty face.

“Not without Spock,” Jim screamed squeezing his eyes shut as another contraction hit worse then the last.

“Dammit Jim Don’t be difficult,” McCoy growled.

“I’ll be as difficult as I want to be,” Jim growled back.

“He’ll be back soon,” Uhura tried to assure him brushing the hair from his sweaty brow.

“He’s coming,” Jim panted as he got a small reprieve eyes unfocused, “Spock’s coming.”

“Then push dammit,” McCoy shouted not even trying to be delicate.

Jim screamed forcing his muscles to push downwards as another contraction ripped through him. Uhura encouraged him as best she could.

“He’s crowning,” McCoy announced urging Jim to push again.

Hearing a commotion across the room, she saw Spock bolt in his face flushed green, communicator on his belt. He had run the whole way back panic flashing in his eyes as they landed on their captain. She did not hesitate to move relinquishing Jim’s hand to the Vulcan as he joined his husband.

She could not miss the relief flooding the Captain’s face as Spock leaned over him his hand brushing his cheek. Their silent communication was almost overwhelming as she stepped back away offering McCoy her help.
“I need your jacket,” McCoy requested without hesitation as he saw her free, “We have to wrap Junior up when he comes out.”

The communications officer only nodded striping her jacket from her shoulders holding it out ready.

“You have to push down gently on his stomach with the next contraction,” McCoy ordered the Vulcan, “His head’s almost out.”

“Now,” McCoy yelled as Jim’s scream pierced the air once more.

“Just need to get the shoulders now, Jim, he’s almost out.” The Doctor told their Captain as Jim tried to catch his breath.

“You are doing well T’hy’la,” Spock added caressing his brow. Uhura tried to add a reassuring smile but she doubted Jim had caught it as his eyes squeezed shut the pain becoming too much.

“Next time you can do this,” Jim growled at his spouse as the final contraction hit forcing a last scream from his lips, as Junior finally slid into the world. McCoy catching his tiny slick body.

A tense silence filling the room, before a high-pitched wail broke as Junior took his first breaths. Uhura breathed out in relief holding her arms out to hold the squirming child watching the doctor tie off the umbilical cord.

“Hello little one,” she whispered tracing soft pointed ears as Spock’s brown eyes blinked up at her from the tiny face. He was gorgeous even covered in muck.

“Jim,” Spock cried the urgency in his voice breaking Uhura out of her adoration. Blood coated the bed spreading from the Captain’s body, McCoy desperately trying to stop the flow. His eyes slid shut catching only a glimpse of his child before unconsciousness took him.

“Jim,” Spock cried again trying to rouse his spouse, Uhura unable to help as she held Junior to her chest to keep him warm.

Pandemonium broke as the other officers came forward stripping off their own clothing to help stem the red. Nyota was forced back away from the bed to keep Junior settled and it was only by luck that she heard it when she did.

The communicator, ignored by Spock in his distressed, chirped. Carefully she arranged Junior to a better position and yanked the device from the Commanders belt, flipping it open.

“Enterprise, come in Enterprise,” She cried into the speaker, desperate for a reply.

“Enterprise here,” Scotty’s rough brogue broke relief in his voice, “We’ve been trying ta get a hold of ya…”

Uhura broke him off, “We need an immediate beam up, and a medical team to meet us in the transported room. The Captain’s given birth and is bleeding out.”

“We have your frequency, stand by,” Scotty assured her, his voice tapering off as he gave orders to the bridge.

“Get ready to beam out,” Uhura yelled getting the others attention. Spock was first to stop, scooping Jim into his arms readying him for transport as Scotty’s voice came over the communicator once more and white filled their vision.

The Enterprise transporter room had never looked so welcoming as she stepped down from the platform. A gurney followed by a medical team burst in and the Captain was whisked away as McCoy took charge yelling for his people to prep for surgery.

Christine moved to her spotting the bundle in her arms. Nyota was reluctant to let her precious cargo go, but she knew Junior needed to be checked over. With a quiet promise she handed him over with out protest and the transporter room became silent once more.

Spock stood at the base of the platform body ridged. His blank stare she recognized as the one he got when he connected to his and Jim’s bond. What he must be feeling now she could not fathom.

He had confessed to her after the incident with Dr. Mordreaux what it had been like to lose Jim, how the broken bond had eaten away at him and even now the echoes of pain could still be felt. She had no desire to see him like that. Without hope or a purpose. Junior needed both his parents and she just knew their Captain would pull through; he was in the best hands in the federation after all. And he was a fighter.

“Spock,” she whispered touching his shoulder to get his attention.

“Nyota,” Spock blinked returning to the present as he turned himself to face her.

“You best get cleaned up before you head to sickbay,” She told him.

Uhura noticed the trembling of his hands as he finally looked down and saw the red, staining one side of his shirt and covering his hand.

“I think it best,” Spock finally agreed clenching his fists as he folded them behind his back, “I do not wish to wear this colour again,” he murmured the last part, Uhura barely making out his words.

“No I don’t wish to either,” she murmured back as Spock allowed her to lead him out of the room.

JUNIOR

The sickbay hush was like a scratchy wool blanket your mother gave you to keep warm. You didn’t want to remove it by speaking above a whisper to offend, even if all you wanted to do was rip it off.

Spock stood in the corner of sickbay, the best position to not be in the way and still observe the theatre doors.

A cleaned and swaddled Junior had been placed in his arms the moment he had appeared through the main doors. He had been weighted and measured and checked. Jim’s child was a little under weight but otherwise healthy, his grip stronger then human infants as it tightened around his finger.

The Vulcan had ignored the bassinette placed at his convenience, choosing instead to keep Junior close enjoying his soothing presence as he waited for news on his T’hy’la. The fluctuating bond had him on edge, uncertainty forcing him to suppress his emotions to allow for normal function.

“Mr Spock?” came Scotty’s tentative voice breaking his concentration.

“Yes Mr. Scott,” Spock turned to acknowledge him, Junior shifted in his sleep adjusting his grip on his father.

“I thought I should come down an’ give ya an update of the situation,” The engineer explained eyes darting down lighting up as he took in Juniors peacefully sleeping face, “He’s cute little mite.”

Spock blinked at his change of subject eyes darting down to observe his son, “He is,” the commander agreed before turning the conversation back on track, “What is the situation, were you able to transport Lieutenant Giotto’s team back to the Enterprise?”

“Aye all personal from the away team was beamed up, including the bodies of Ensign Stevens and Jacob. They were placed in Cryo for the moment.” Scotty returned to his professional persona, “The Lati Trei Qen was also beamed up with the team. Lieutenant Uhura’s organizing her a cabin.”

“The situation on the planet,” Spock inquired.

Scotty continued eyes shifting to Junior as he yawned, “As far as we can tell it’s stable. The rebels have not moved from the citadel, nor attacked the city. What did ya have in mind ta do?”

“Continue to monitor the planet and contact Starfleet. Inform them of the situation at this time. We will need new orders as to how we are to proceed.” Spock instructed.

“Aye sir,” Scotty nodded moving his attention to the closed surgical theatre doors, “Any news of the Captain?”

“No, he is currently in surgery,” Spock informed him.

Scotty interrupted him smiling as Junior’s eyes blinked open to survey the new sounds around him “He has your eyes Mr. Spock, and ya ears, Jim’ll be mighty pleased about that.”

Spock looked down at the infant in his arms as Junior released his grip on his finger to grab at Scotty.

“He has Jim’s bone structure and nose,” Spock pointed out.

“I bet when he grows up he’ll be your splitting image Mr. Spock,” Scotty told him grin wide.

“I disagree,” Spock started before focusing on the light over the theatre doors as it blinked out, “The surgery has been completed.”

“Aye it has,” Scotty nodded following the Vulcan’s gaze, “I’ll let you get to the Captain.”

The engineer back up allowing Spock to move from his corner, “Keep us informed would ya.”

“I will,” Spock agreed before Scotty left to return to the bridge watching the doors slide open.

JUNIOR

White was the first thing he saw when we came back to awareness, the second as he blinked is vision into focus was Spock’s face the depths of his chocolate eyes filled with concern and a small twinkling of relief.

“Jim,” he whispered as the captain felt him caress their bond, bringing him further into the present.

“Hi Spock,” Jim managed to rasp back, his voice barely there as he turned towards the warmth of Spock’s hand on his cheek.

“I will retrieve the doctor,” the Vulcan uttered not making any move to do so eyes fully transfixed on the soft smile forming on his T’hy’la’s face.

“No need,” Jim breathed eyes sliding shut for a moment in exhaustion, a question on his lips, “Junior?”

Spock’s eyes darted to the side as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “He is well. Asleep for the moment.”

“Good,” Jim smiled eyes following Spock’s to the bassinette by the bed, just able to catch a glimpse of a tiny hand scrunched around a blue blanket.

“Did everyone make it back to the ship?” Jim managed the question as Spock helped him to sit up slightly, allowing him to sip at a glass of water.

“All is well Jim, the away team returned to the ship with no further casualties. Mr. Scott and the bridge are monitoring the situation on Ginlalei while we wait for further orders,” Spock summarized for him placing a pillow behind Jim supporting his exhausted muscles.

“Good,” Jim repeated once again relaxing back into the pillows, the small amount of movement already costing him all the energy he had.

“I see your awake,” McCoy said moving into the room pad of medical results in his hand, “And you didn’t call me.” The doctor turned his accusing eye on the Vulcan.

“No, I wish to ascertain Jim had retained full consciousness before I did so,” Spock voice stayed smooth as he spoke his reasoning.

“That,” McCoy pointed at him drawing beside the bed, “Is utter bullshit.”

“I do not believe I mentioned bull excrement in my statement,” Spock replied eyebrow raising.

“You know what I mean Spock,” McCoy accused checking Jim’s vitals.

“I do not.” Spock continued his denial.

“Right well I think your all back with us, how do you feel Jim?” the Doctor questioned deciding his best option was to ignore the Vulcan completely.

Jim smirked at him acknowledging his husband’s win, “Tired, but ok. My legs and stomach feel a little numb.”

“That’s normal. The aesthetic should ware off soon, then I’ll put you on the good stuff until your all healed up.” McCoy smiled adjusting the bio bed inputs.

“What exactly happened, I don’t remember much after I passed out?”
Jim needed to know, Spock reaching out a comforting hand to rest over his.

“You almost bled out,” the doctor rubbed his forehead in an attempted to relieve his stress, “As much as the pollens mutations helped, your body was never meant for child birth. Combined with a broken pelvis, your uterus was ruptured causing a massive bleed and damage to other organs. It’s a miracle both you and Junior are ok,” McCoy took a breath, “If we hadn’t gotten you back to the ship when we did I wouldn’t be speaking to you right now.”

“But I am,” Jim managed an encouraging smile squeezing Spock’s hand to reassure him of his presence.

“Yeah well this is your fault you know,” McCoy burst out flinging his hands out in exasperation, “If you had just told me about your contractions earlier we wouldn’t have gotten in this mess.”

“I know Bones and I’m sorry,” Jim eyes case downwards focusing on Spock’s hand in his as he stroked his fingers, “I Just didn’t think, I..”

“No you didn’t think,” McCoy growled, “You just didn’t think that maybe you could have died or Junior could have died..”

“Doctor,” Spock cut through the man’s tirade feeling Jim’s swirling emotions slumping slowly into a depressive state.

McCoy voices cut off as he got a good looked at his Captain’s face, his blue eyes brimming with unshed tears, “Shit Jim I’m sorry, just think next time would you.”

“It’s ok Bones, I deserved it,” Jim blinked away the tears looking up at his best friend, “I was stupid putting everyone at risk like that, especially Junior.”

“At least your not dead because of it,” McCoy calmed down squeezing Jim’s shoulder, “Just don’t want to have to go through that again.”

“No it would not be advisable,” Spock agreed.

Jim looked between the two men that had made up the best parts of his life since he started Starfleet and smiled, “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Doctor?” Spock inquired as the moment past, “Have you found the cause as to Jim’s premature labour?”

“Yes,” he replied looking to his pad once more, “It was some sort of compound inhaled through the lungs.”

“Really,” Jim looked surprise, “What was it? Where did it come from?”

“From what our techs are saying it’s a compound commonly found in Ginlalei’s atmosphere,” McCoy explained reading from his notes, “Once inhaled it tricks the brain into thinking your ready to give brith, which caused premature labour. Doesn’t seem to effect anything else.”

“Is this the reason most Lati women are unable to have children?” Spock inquired mind working over the possibilities.

“It looks like it.” The doctor nodded.

“Then why haven’t they found it yet, I mean Shama said they still had no idea what was causing the low birth rates.” Jim added curious.

“It’s possible they just never tested for it,” He explained, “We only found it because I had you get a full body scan to make sure we didn’t miss anything. It was barely noticeable. But it wasn’t normal so I picked it out.”

“The compound being common in the Ginlalei atmosphere would mean each Lati would have trace amounts in their system, meaning they would not dictate it as an irregularity,” Spock concluded.

“Most likely,” McCoy agreed.

“So the Lati women that can get pregnant are immune to this compound in some way,” Jim stated, “I guess it makes sense, Shama did say they didn’t have any problems with fertility.”

“It also means the fertility serum developed from the pollen would have been ineffective,” Spock added.

“Yeah, but now that we know what’s causing the miscarriages we can help the Lati develop a serum that does work.” The Doctor counted already going though the various tests needed in his head.

“What happened 300 years ago on Ginlalei?” Jim asked.

“I believe it was the beginning of their industrial revolution,” Spock informed him intrigued by Jim’s question.

“So what ever this compound is it must have been released into the air then,” Jim decided, “And back then they wouldn’t have had the technologies to test for it.”

“The birth rates also decreased slowly at first, barely noticeable for the first 50 years,” McCoy continued on.

“So that means they would have already been used to the compound and never have thought to test for it,” Jim concluded.

“Indeed,” Spock agreed further comments being cut off has Junior’s gurgled cry came from the bassinette.

Spock turned without pause lifting the tiny child, “He is hungry Doctor,” he informed them cradling Junior to his chest.

“Right well I’ll get a bottle,” McCoy darted out of the room towards the closest replicator.

“Can I?” Jim asked tentatively eyes transfixed on his child.

“Of course,” Spock eyes crinkled in amusement helping Jim to arrange himself before placing Junior in his arms.

“He’s beautiful and he’s got your ears,” Jim’s exhaustion left him, entranced by the squirming babe tracing a finger over a pointed ear.

“He has many of your facial features,” Spock pointed out leaning over his husband and child.

“Yeah,” Jim agreed smiled splitting as Junior finally opened his eyes, “But he has your eyes, your mothers eyes,” he whispered the last bit not wanting to ruin the moment.

Spock’s sensitive hearing picked up on the comment lips twitching in a sad smile.

“Here, perfect temperature,” McCoy butted in holding out a bottle for Jim to take.

“Thanks Bones,” Jim smiled taking it his eyes never leaving Junior’s face.

“Just hold the nosel to his lips he’ll do the rest,” McCoy instructed him.

“I’ve got it,” Jim informed him allowing Junior to suckle at the bottle, cry’s abating for the moment.

“Aw doesn’t that make a pretty picture,” McCoy grinned watching the little family bond over feeding time.

“Be quiet,” Jim chased him a grin in his voice.

“I’ll just leave you alone then, but make sure you get your rest after you hear,” The doctor ordered them retreating out of the room, “The whole crew will want to visit as soon as they know your well.”

The two didn’t deem it necessary to reply completely engrossed in their bundle of joy.

JUNIOR

A few days and a few crew visits later McCoy stepped back into Jim’s med bay room to check his most troublesome patient.

“What are you two whispering about?” McCoy asked warily eyeing the couple as he went over to check Jim’s vitals.

“Nothing too important,” Jim smiled eyes twinkling finally getting his energy back, “Just what we are going to name Junior.”

The doctor looked between the two, curiosity peaked. The last few days he had been in here they had managed to dodge that question every time, “And what might that be?”

“Spock,” Jim grinned indicating fro him to take over.

“We have discussed it extensively Doctor and we have decided that Selek will be an appropriate name for his Vulcan heritage.”

“Yeah and,” McCoy urged him to hurry it up.

“And,” Jim emphasized.

“We have decided to name him Lenard after you doctor.” Spock finished.

McCoy’s eyebrows rose into his hairline, “Ya wanna name your kid after me?”

“We thought since you pretty much are the only reason why Junior and I are still even hear, we wanted to give him your name,” Jim replied sincerely voice coming out a little shyly.

“You do not approve Doctor?” Spock summarized seeing McCoy’s expression.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture,” The doctors forehead crumpledas a hand went to his hair in a gesture of indecision, “It’s just I don’t think you want another Lenard running around, could get confusing.”

“Well it’s not like we’ll get you two confused,” Jim put in.

“If you do not approve, perhaps you could come up with a better name,” Spock offered.

“Yeah if you won’t let Junior have your name then you can name him,” Jim said eyes brightening once more.

“It’s not that I don’t want him to have my name,” McCoy mumbled then spoke up dropping his hand, “Well if you wanna name him after someone important then how about Christopher.”

“After Pike?” Jim questioned.

“Yeah, he is the one that arranged this whole thing,” he doctor informed him.

The captain frowned confused, “What do you mean Bones?”

“He was the one to organize the whole Family Starship plan so you guys could stay on the ship.”

“Wait you mean Pike was the one to make up the whole plan?” Jim looked surprised.

“Yep,” McCoy nodded.

“I was not aware of this fact.” Spock stated intrigued, “Why were we not informed of this?”

“Just didn’t seem all that important,” The doctor continued, “So you gonna name him or what.”

“Well I suppose that’s our decision made,” Jim smiled down at the infant resting peacefully in his arms, “Welcome to the world S'chn T'gai Selek Christopher Kirk.”

“That’s a mouthful,” the doctor commented thinking he owned Chekov and Uhura a whole bunch of credits as Junior gurgled his approval.

JUNIOR