Until we Meet Again

Spock/Nyota/Lola

Lola did the best she could, engulfed in fear, as she watched troll after troll fall to orange blood-streaked sand. Fearing for her life, tears streaked her face as she attempted to fight them off, she knew they were outnumbered and surrounded. Jabbing in fear at anything that came near her, as she stood guard behind Nyota.

Lola watched the way she fought off the trolls; a spear-like javelin in her hands, her uniform torn and ragged. Lola looked at her hands shaking with the trolls' orange blood covering them. She wanted to scream at the sight. She looked up just in time to see a creature leaning over her. Thrusting up, pierced its throat with her spear and it toppled on her. Screaming, Lola tried to scramble away before it crushed her, collapsing on her legs.

Her thoughts on getting to Nyota, she pushed enough to free one leg and kick the heavy thing off the rest of her. Breathing heavily, she retrieved the spear and the sword, dragging both of them to Nyota who was now fighting hand to hand. Lola dropped the spear. Taking the sword she swung blindly, striking the troll in the knee and making it partially. Lola threw the sword to Nyota who finished the job. Nyota grabbed Lola and held her, both of them breathing hard, scared, and helpless.

Nyota grabbed her hand and they raced towards Spock who had three trolls on him. With his above human strength, Spock was causing more damage. He used his skills in Suus Manah to his advantage. Nyota quickly engaged in the fight next to him. Nyota had been scared of the unknown at the beginning. Now, it's a fight to the death at the hands of an unknown alien race. They want to see the bridge crew die in an arena to the cheering of a crowd out for blood!

She couldn't let herself be overcome by fear. How could 'til death do us part' with the man she loves arrive like this? Nyota wiped the sweat and blood from her face, growing weary from the fight. She heard Kirk say fall back. Spock started walking backward, still thrashing his sword, his green blood mixing with orange. Nyota and Spock walked backward with Lola close behind, protecting their flank with her spear and dragging the extra sword.

There they met for the last time. Their uniforms were ripped and bloodied, they were all exhausted. Nyota saw Garrison and Doyle's bodies in the middle of the group, lifeless, and Lola kneeling between them crying. Kirk looked at his gallant men and women, and knew they couldn't go on much longer. They were here against their will, kidnapped for the entertainment of some unknown host. He was proud of his crew, his friends, and best friend. They were tired from the fight, Kirk looked in the distance and saw the roaring crowd and the pending doom looming over them. Jim turned in time to see Spock collapse on the ground and Nyota scrambling to hold him, resting him on her lap.

Spock didn't know what to think. Was he a scientist or a Vulcan warrior protecting his mate? He was split between two roles. His instincts and heart tell him to protect his wife. He tried to spare the troll-like creatures, having analyzed that they were simple creatures guided by instructions. Instructions to kill, they had a right to survive too. He would often nerve-pinch as many as possible, but many came too close to Nyota. That drove him to react instinctively, violently, to protect what's his.

"Nyota."

Spock whispered.

He felt her tears fall on his face, and he reached up to wipe them off her. Then he looked at his long-time friends that had become a part of his life, Kirk and McCoy. They'd been on many missions where they had been on the brink of death. With his marriage to Nyota his friendship circle had expanded, a result that had never occurred to him. Spock had no more calculations to give, no probability to project, or estimation of their survival. But Spock looked at his long-time friends as a goodbye.

Kirk threw his weapons on the ground and nodded to Scotty, Sulu, Masters, and McCoy. They followed suit with their weapons.

"We will fight no more," said Kirk. The trolls stopped in their tracks and the crowd went silent.

Nyota held Spock as he lay on the ground with his wounds bleeding, and they heard silence for the first time since their arrival. She held his hand and sought his thoughts, "I will never leave you or forsake you, I will always love you," was her last declaration to the man she loved.

Spock in return felt failure to protect his property, a vow he had given, but that their katras will be together in the afterlife gave him satisfaction. His mind projected his thoughts to her in an everlasting bond of love. He had made peace with himself and Nyota. Lifting his eyes, Spock glanced at his wife whom he cherished, who gave him life, a reason to live. His two fingers grazed her cheeks for the last time.

Nyota rested her forehead next to his and cried, "I love you Spock"

Then a low growl surrounded them. With the clanging of swords and spears the troll-like creatures closed in, demanding they continue the fight. Kirk looked at them like they were a disappointment. Standing next to Bones and Scotty, he wondered what he could have accomplished with the rest of his life.

Scotty looked at his two long-time friends.

"It's been an honor gentlemen."

Sulu and Masters were behind them holding each other. Charlene had buried her face in his chest, breathing hard and tightly holding Karu's torn shirt, waiting for the inevitable.

Then a flash, a bright blue flash, permeated the whole area. Then quietness, darkness was the last thing Nyota saw.

"Daughter."

"Awake my daughter."

Nyota opened her eyes into space, surrounded by the light of the stars, and slowly sat up to find the voice. Standing before her was her father-in-law, Sarek, wearing a long bright green robe that glowed and he was looking at her.

"You have recovered, this is good."

"Sarek? Where am I?"

"We are sharing consciousness together. The family bond was opened and, through it, your distress and pain resonated down the bond."

Nyota started crying, "Am I dead?"

"No, my daughter, you are recovering from your injuries. Physically you are still unconscious."

"Where's Spock!?" Nyota jumped up from her bed looking around.

"He is over here, my daughter, follow me."

Sarek led her to another table that supported a body. She gazed down at her husband, he was so pale looking. Green lacerations and gouges were spread over his body, criss-crossing his torso, she touched his face and whispered:

"Oh Spock, my love."

"He is in a healing trance. There was significant damage to his mental capacity, his sense of morality is testing his logic. If he had been killed, the strain would have affected his katra's continued existence."

"Do you mean he wants to die?"

"Our laws are informed by our logic Nyota, we teach what logic says about certain things."

Nyota pleaded, "But Sarek, he killed to protect me. To protect all of us."

"His mind needs rest, and his logic must rationalize his actions."

Sarek stared at his son, and slowly moved to him and touched his psy points. He saw Spock's confusion and reminded him that logic prevails. He removed his hand and turned to his daughter:

"He is aware of your presence and his responsibilities."

"Thank you, father, for coming. I will try to help him"

"Your healing is almost complete, it is time to return to the physical world. Peace and long life my daughter, I will return to the family with updates on your progress."

Sarek vanished.

Nyota sniffled, lowering her head to Spock's ear, and whispered,

"Parted from me, yet never parted my love. Come back to me," and kissed his lips.