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delphia2ohohohIt's not quite midnight here, but certainly Friday in the lower 48 so I'm going to post this before I hit the hay. It is, I warn you...besides being nauseating...mostly unfinished. Because all the very best(worst) MarySue's should be WIP's, eh? :oD And because I have an interview in the morning damn it and THINGS are not getting DONE while I'm writing doggerel!
So with that in mind, I present my offering for the SueThrowDown Challenge. Angst! Amazing Beauty! Mysterious Powers! Orbs! Beloved by ALL! (Especially Spock!)
Star (Trek) Struck Love
A love greater than the Federation, more glorious than the Galaxy!
By delphia
Starring delphiaSue as the beloved Ivy Moon
Beta’d by delphia so all my mspellings, trypeos and pour grammer are my own.
A delphia production therefore all Original Characters and MY words are my own and copyrited to ME.
Oh and all that disclaimer yada, yada stuff too about Paramount and whoever.
Rated G for gag
Spoilers for the entire Star Trek franchise and probably your next meal
Chapter One
In which Ivy Moon arrives aboard the Starship Enterprise and proceeds to intoxicate Mr. Spock.
If Mr. Spock had emotions, there was no doubt his face would show embarrassment and chagrin and even some annoyance as the Transporter Room was flooded ankle-deep with filthy water, some seaweed, a couple of flopping fish and what looked like a dead body.
Mr. Scott had plenty of emotions, but knew better than to express them to his superior officer with other than a softly burred, “Ack!” as he stepped quickly back from the now sparking control console. The water began draining through various cracks in the walls, floor and doorway as apparently the Enterprise was not water-tight.
Scotty looked accusingly at Spock. “It seems your experiment with time travel using the transporter has a wee bug or two yet to be worked out.”
“Indeed,” murmured Spock with a perplexed tone.
He swiftly splashed over to the transporter pads to examine the body and with one touch of his long and sensitive Vulcan fingers, realized the body, which was that of a young woman, was not dead, however he could see she was severely injured and immediately pulled his communicator out to call for medical help.
At his touch, she briefly opened her eyes to look at him. Grassy green orbs locked with his science-department-shirt-blue orbs and he felt a rise of the abhorrent human emotions he’d worked so diligently to suppress. There was no holding back the wave of desire that flooded him the same way he’d flooded the transporter room. “Help me,” she whispered and then fainted.
“Help is on the way,” he assured her as he cradled her dripping, muddy hair in his lap even though he knew she could not hear him and was mostly comforting himself as he waited for Dr. McCoy and his crew. They must be able to save this fascinating creature!
Chapter Two
In which Mr. Spock finds out about his mystery woman and is assigned to be her teacher.
“You flooded my transporter room,” Kirk accused, glaring at Mr. Spock as they waited in the Sick Bay anteroom.
Spock looked up from the computer console he was working at. “It would appear some calculations were flawed.”
Kirk looked almost cosmically giddy with delight. “You admit you made a mistake?”
“There are no mistakes in scientific experimentation, Captain, only unexpected results. It was merely a remote possibility which I had not seriously considered as it was indeed, remote.”
“Have you seriously considered the ramifications of the crew eating emergency rations for lunch because the flooding in the Jefferies Tubes has knocked out everything in the galley? Not to say what Scotty is thinking about the mess his team has to clean up.”
Spock’s left eyebrow elevated slightly. “I believe it was Mr. Scott’s energy calculations that encompassed a larger area than was necessary for retrieval of the tricorder which precipitated the flooding. And it is also my understanding that the excess methane in the ships environment created by the crew’s lunch will be extracted from the atmosphere and channeled into the main reactor, giving the engines more power. The botany and biology labs were most delighted with the samples from that era.”
At that moment the computer spoke up. “Match found.”
“It would seem our mystery woman is no longer a mystery, Mr. Spock. Computer, results of match please.”
As they listened, Kirk became more and more disturbed. It was deja-vu-Edith-Keeler all over again. Her name was Ivy Moon, daughter of radicals termed ‘hippies’ in their mid-20th century era, gunned down at a peace rally on a bridge over the Mississippi, her body never found as it fell into the river far below. She was a peace activist whose death had spawned formation of a world organization that would someday become the basis of the Federation. Spock would have to take care of her as his heart surely would be protected by his Vulcan heritage from falling for the survivor. Besides, in spite of his predilection for beautiful women, Kirk’s heart was now occupied elsewhere. “Obviously we can’t return her to her own time then. She’ll be your responsibility, Mr. Spock. It will be up to you to determine if she can be employed gainfully either within the Federation or back on Earth perhaps. Let me know what Bones says when she’s out of surgery.”
With that, Kirk gladly escaped, running from a deep aching past he never wanted to remember.
Mr. Spock continued to survey the information that had been retrieved from the sodden tricorder he’d found under the beautiful Ivy’s limp mass. It had managed to record some of the news and information programs that were being broadcast to the primitive ‘television’ and ‘radio’ instruments. One news story inferred that Ivy Moon’s great appeal to her public was less her sensible agenda and more a psychic ability to persuade people. The very idea intrigued Spock. A human who could transmit empathically, much like the Vulcan mind meld! She would be a most fascinating student.
Chapter Three
In which the mystery woman awakes to find herself in the future but among friends.
“Am I dead?” were her first words when Ivy finally awoke. She stared at the beautiful light blue eyes that examined her, wondering why they seemed so familiar and yet, not right.
“You’re fine, ma’am, just a little banged up. This is my SickBay and I’m your Doctor, Leonard McCoy, at your service. You’re aboard a Starship and about two hundred years in your future. I’m sorry to tell you that you were brought here by a scientific experiment, one that in my opinion should never have been allowed, but since it brought you to us, I can forgive that irritatingly logical science officer for his mistake.”
“Oh dear,” said Ivy, quite taken aback by all this information. “There were guns at my peace rally. Was anyone else hurt? Or brought here too?”
“I can answer that for you, Miss Moon,” said a deep, resonate voice. “I have been studying the information we have on you in our history files. No one else was hurt and I’m sorry, we’ve brought just you here.”
“Ah, speak of the devil, so to speak,” said Dr. McCoy. “May I introduce our science officer, Mr. Spock?”
It was the man with the eyes. But something was still not quite right. His ears. His eyebrows. His coloring. He was so tall and slim. Not quite right, and yet so very right in many ways. He did look like the devil, but she felt no evil from him, only deep curiosity and some other almost suppressed indefinite emotion. “You may have noticed I’m not fully human,” Mr. Spock said.
Ivy realized she was staring and blushed delicately, looking helplessly to Dr. McCoy, partly for confirmation that she was not still unconsciously dreaming and partly to check the shape of his ears also. (They were normal, thank goodness!) She needed to pinch herself to see if she was really awake. Somewhat confused still from her deadly injuries, she only half listened to the man’s explanations about his heritage. Half human, half an alien race, but all man of that she was certain.
“So I am on a…star ship?” she asked. “How far away from Earth are we?”
“Many days,” Mr. Spock informed her, “but it is of no consequence. Our current assignment will take two more years before we return to Earth. You shall stay with us at this time until you are suitably trained in all our modern technologies and you choose a career path. Please do not be concerned about your welfare. You will be well cared for and I have been assigned to be your teacher.”
“I see,” said Ivy. “Could you take a minute to teach me about bathroom facilities then?”
“Nurse Chapel!” Spock called as he whirled and strode from the room.
Ivy and Bones shared a small chuckle together. Bones was delighted to find she was not only beautiful in an elfin way, but also witty. “He’s a bit…formal, isn’t he?” she said.
“It’s the Vulcan half. They don’t have emotions, although since Spock is half-human, I have always wondered about that.”
Ivy smiled to herself. She knew. She could feel those rumored absent emotions from the darkly handsome man. He was so conflicted, she could tell. Certainly she could help him make peace with his human side. At that moment, the nurse entered, a handsome, graceless, almost Amazonian woman with a prim nursely air about her. Ivy immediately sensed the woman’s unhappiness and vowed to befriend this sad creature. She chatted with her and asked many questions, hoping to draw the woman out as they reviewed the plumbing.
She was greatly tired by the time she laid down again and almost instantly fell asleep. Bones was watching her sleep, admiring her heart-shaped face, Cupid’s bow lips and the burnished auburn gleam of her silky hair, when Kirk suddenly appeared at his shoulder. “She’s quite lovely, isn’t she?” murmured Bones quietly, to keep from waking her.
“Careful now, Bones. You’ll make someone jealous talking like that.”
He smirked knowingly at his best friend. Bones chuckled softly, “I’m a man who admires all things handsome and beautiful. Besides, I’m certain she has eyes only for that green-blooded devil you call Science Officer.”
“Good,” nodded Kirk. “Now, about that special medicine you keep. It’s been along day.”
Chapter Four
Mr. Spock, teacher and student.
Spock soon found that Ivy was more than fascinating. She was all the news broadcasts and history book said about her and more. She was amazing with her ability to ingest facts and information. During her time in recovery in the Sick Bay, she read intensively, learning about her new world. Of course, the first thing he’d done when she was recovered enough to begin classes was to test her rumored psychic talent which he found was indeed an empathic ability to both transmit and read in others. Fortunately he was immune to her gift.
At the beginning of the day, he found her trading jokes and strumming a guitar in the crew’s mess room, in between nibbling at some fruit to break her fast. “It is class time, Miss Moon,” he announced, making the crew voice their disappointment with aw’s and oo’s.
“Let’s have a sing-along tonight,” she suggested brightly. “Right after first shift gets off. Pass the word and maybe someone can ask Lt. Uhura if she’d join us?”
With a jaunty wave to her new friends, she followed her tall, stern teacher to the meeting room that had been set aside as her classroom. She’d managed to get through recent history and was memorizing the list of planets in the Federation, but physics was hard. “Must we do class work today?” she asked with her best pouty face.
“You will need this information to make your way in this time,” Spock assured her.
“Then teach me about your planet and your people today. I want to know all about you.”
Spock carefully schooled back the emotions that almost leapt to his heart. He hardly knew were to begin, wanting to tell her everything, to understand his people. “Our ways are very different from yours,” he told her.
He began with a brief outline of their history and then went into his family’s linage. She leaned towards him, a rapt expression on her face and they sat that like for many hours, talking, she asking questions and he answering them, and she wishing she could reach out and hold him when she could sense the pain as he talked about his past and his family, especially his father. She finally asked him, “Do you have a first name Mr. Spock? Calling you Mister all the time seems so…formal.”
“It is a Vulcan name,” he said. “Most humans cannot pronounce it.”
“Well, I’m not like most humans. You have said yourself; I have a talent very like that of the Vulcans. Perhaps I have an aptitude for Vulcan language.”
“There are certain mental intonations that accompany the spoken words. However, since you do have the ability to sense those intonations, I will teach you.”
Spock reached for the stylus and proceeded to trace out a string of letters on an electronic pad: A-E-L-F-G-Y-F-U. She studied it carefully for a moment. “If we were on Earth, a few hundred years before my time, we’d pronounce that as ‘ELF-yee-vu’ I believe.”
“On Vulcan it’s pronounced ‘BOO-kay.’ Once I learned Earth English and realized that its Earth equivalent was not particularly dignified, I determined to keep it from even my closest friends. You are the only one I have told this to.”
Ivy nodded solemnly. “I am honored by your trust. Perhaps I could just call you Spock.”
She said it with all the proper mental intonations and never was Spock so delighted to hear his name said aloud. “That would be acceptable.”
“And now will you call me Ivy?” she asked, boldly placing her hand over his as she transmitted mentally to him the fresh green scent of plants and a gentle touch of cool leaves that clung to him like a persistence of memory.
“As you wish,” he answered.
**
Fin for now…or is it?
Good feedback can be posted to me at delphiasue@princessdotnet. If you tell me how much you love this, maybe I will write more adventures like how Ivy and Spock finally admit their soul-deep love for each other.
Flamers, go away, you bad, bad people. No one likes you. Eat worms.
So with that in mind, I present my offering for the SueThrowDown Challenge. Angst! Amazing Beauty! Mysterious Powers! Orbs! Beloved by ALL! (Especially Spock!)
Star (Trek) Struck Love
A love greater than the Federation, more glorious than the Galaxy!
By delphia
Starring delphiaSue as the beloved Ivy Moon
Beta’d by delphia so all my mspellings, trypeos and pour grammer are my own.
A delphia production therefore all Original Characters and MY words are my own and copyrited to ME.
Oh and all that disclaimer yada, yada stuff too about Paramount and whoever.
Rated G for gag
Spoilers for the entire Star Trek franchise and probably your next meal
Chapter One
In which Ivy Moon arrives aboard the Starship Enterprise and proceeds to intoxicate Mr. Spock.
If Mr. Spock had emotions, there was no doubt his face would show embarrassment and chagrin and even some annoyance as the Transporter Room was flooded ankle-deep with filthy water, some seaweed, a couple of flopping fish and what looked like a dead body.
Mr. Scott had plenty of emotions, but knew better than to express them to his superior officer with other than a softly burred, “Ack!” as he stepped quickly back from the now sparking control console. The water began draining through various cracks in the walls, floor and doorway as apparently the Enterprise was not water-tight.
Scotty looked accusingly at Spock. “It seems your experiment with time travel using the transporter has a wee bug or two yet to be worked out.”
“Indeed,” murmured Spock with a perplexed tone.
He swiftly splashed over to the transporter pads to examine the body and with one touch of his long and sensitive Vulcan fingers, realized the body, which was that of a young woman, was not dead, however he could see she was severely injured and immediately pulled his communicator out to call for medical help.
At his touch, she briefly opened her eyes to look at him. Grassy green orbs locked with his science-department-shirt-blue orbs and he felt a rise of the abhorrent human emotions he’d worked so diligently to suppress. There was no holding back the wave of desire that flooded him the same way he’d flooded the transporter room. “Help me,” she whispered and then fainted.
“Help is on the way,” he assured her as he cradled her dripping, muddy hair in his lap even though he knew she could not hear him and was mostly comforting himself as he waited for Dr. McCoy and his crew. They must be able to save this fascinating creature!
Chapter Two
In which Mr. Spock finds out about his mystery woman and is assigned to be her teacher.
“You flooded my transporter room,” Kirk accused, glaring at Mr. Spock as they waited in the Sick Bay anteroom.
Spock looked up from the computer console he was working at. “It would appear some calculations were flawed.”
Kirk looked almost cosmically giddy with delight. “You admit you made a mistake?”
“There are no mistakes in scientific experimentation, Captain, only unexpected results. It was merely a remote possibility which I had not seriously considered as it was indeed, remote.”
“Have you seriously considered the ramifications of the crew eating emergency rations for lunch because the flooding in the Jefferies Tubes has knocked out everything in the galley? Not to say what Scotty is thinking about the mess his team has to clean up.”
Spock’s left eyebrow elevated slightly. “I believe it was Mr. Scott’s energy calculations that encompassed a larger area than was necessary for retrieval of the tricorder which precipitated the flooding. And it is also my understanding that the excess methane in the ships environment created by the crew’s lunch will be extracted from the atmosphere and channeled into the main reactor, giving the engines more power. The botany and biology labs were most delighted with the samples from that era.”
At that moment the computer spoke up. “Match found.”
“It would seem our mystery woman is no longer a mystery, Mr. Spock. Computer, results of match please.”
As they listened, Kirk became more and more disturbed. It was deja-vu-Edith-Keeler all over again. Her name was Ivy Moon, daughter of radicals termed ‘hippies’ in their mid-20th century era, gunned down at a peace rally on a bridge over the Mississippi, her body never found as it fell into the river far below. She was a peace activist whose death had spawned formation of a world organization that would someday become the basis of the Federation. Spock would have to take care of her as his heart surely would be protected by his Vulcan heritage from falling for the survivor. Besides, in spite of his predilection for beautiful women, Kirk’s heart was now occupied elsewhere. “Obviously we can’t return her to her own time then. She’ll be your responsibility, Mr. Spock. It will be up to you to determine if she can be employed gainfully either within the Federation or back on Earth perhaps. Let me know what Bones says when she’s out of surgery.”
With that, Kirk gladly escaped, running from a deep aching past he never wanted to remember.
Mr. Spock continued to survey the information that had been retrieved from the sodden tricorder he’d found under the beautiful Ivy’s limp mass. It had managed to record some of the news and information programs that were being broadcast to the primitive ‘television’ and ‘radio’ instruments. One news story inferred that Ivy Moon’s great appeal to her public was less her sensible agenda and more a psychic ability to persuade people. The very idea intrigued Spock. A human who could transmit empathically, much like the Vulcan mind meld! She would be a most fascinating student.
Chapter Three
In which the mystery woman awakes to find herself in the future but among friends.
“Am I dead?” were her first words when Ivy finally awoke. She stared at the beautiful light blue eyes that examined her, wondering why they seemed so familiar and yet, not right.
“You’re fine, ma’am, just a little banged up. This is my SickBay and I’m your Doctor, Leonard McCoy, at your service. You’re aboard a Starship and about two hundred years in your future. I’m sorry to tell you that you were brought here by a scientific experiment, one that in my opinion should never have been allowed, but since it brought you to us, I can forgive that irritatingly logical science officer for his mistake.”
“Oh dear,” said Ivy, quite taken aback by all this information. “There were guns at my peace rally. Was anyone else hurt? Or brought here too?”
“I can answer that for you, Miss Moon,” said a deep, resonate voice. “I have been studying the information we have on you in our history files. No one else was hurt and I’m sorry, we’ve brought just you here.”
“Ah, speak of the devil, so to speak,” said Dr. McCoy. “May I introduce our science officer, Mr. Spock?”
It was the man with the eyes. But something was still not quite right. His ears. His eyebrows. His coloring. He was so tall and slim. Not quite right, and yet so very right in many ways. He did look like the devil, but she felt no evil from him, only deep curiosity and some other almost suppressed indefinite emotion. “You may have noticed I’m not fully human,” Mr. Spock said.
Ivy realized she was staring and blushed delicately, looking helplessly to Dr. McCoy, partly for confirmation that she was not still unconsciously dreaming and partly to check the shape of his ears also. (They were normal, thank goodness!) She needed to pinch herself to see if she was really awake. Somewhat confused still from her deadly injuries, she only half listened to the man’s explanations about his heritage. Half human, half an alien race, but all man of that she was certain.
“So I am on a…star ship?” she asked. “How far away from Earth are we?”
“Many days,” Mr. Spock informed her, “but it is of no consequence. Our current assignment will take two more years before we return to Earth. You shall stay with us at this time until you are suitably trained in all our modern technologies and you choose a career path. Please do not be concerned about your welfare. You will be well cared for and I have been assigned to be your teacher.”
“I see,” said Ivy. “Could you take a minute to teach me about bathroom facilities then?”
“Nurse Chapel!” Spock called as he whirled and strode from the room.
Ivy and Bones shared a small chuckle together. Bones was delighted to find she was not only beautiful in an elfin way, but also witty. “He’s a bit…formal, isn’t he?” she said.
“It’s the Vulcan half. They don’t have emotions, although since Spock is half-human, I have always wondered about that.”
Ivy smiled to herself. She knew. She could feel those rumored absent emotions from the darkly handsome man. He was so conflicted, she could tell. Certainly she could help him make peace with his human side. At that moment, the nurse entered, a handsome, graceless, almost Amazonian woman with a prim nursely air about her. Ivy immediately sensed the woman’s unhappiness and vowed to befriend this sad creature. She chatted with her and asked many questions, hoping to draw the woman out as they reviewed the plumbing.
She was greatly tired by the time she laid down again and almost instantly fell asleep. Bones was watching her sleep, admiring her heart-shaped face, Cupid’s bow lips and the burnished auburn gleam of her silky hair, when Kirk suddenly appeared at his shoulder. “She’s quite lovely, isn’t she?” murmured Bones quietly, to keep from waking her.
“Careful now, Bones. You’ll make someone jealous talking like that.”
He smirked knowingly at his best friend. Bones chuckled softly, “I’m a man who admires all things handsome and beautiful. Besides, I’m certain she has eyes only for that green-blooded devil you call Science Officer.”
“Good,” nodded Kirk. “Now, about that special medicine you keep. It’s been along day.”
Chapter Four
Mr. Spock, teacher and student.
Spock soon found that Ivy was more than fascinating. She was all the news broadcasts and history book said about her and more. She was amazing with her ability to ingest facts and information. During her time in recovery in the Sick Bay, she read intensively, learning about her new world. Of course, the first thing he’d done when she was recovered enough to begin classes was to test her rumored psychic talent which he found was indeed an empathic ability to both transmit and read in others. Fortunately he was immune to her gift.
At the beginning of the day, he found her trading jokes and strumming a guitar in the crew’s mess room, in between nibbling at some fruit to break her fast. “It is class time, Miss Moon,” he announced, making the crew voice their disappointment with aw’s and oo’s.
“Let’s have a sing-along tonight,” she suggested brightly. “Right after first shift gets off. Pass the word and maybe someone can ask Lt. Uhura if she’d join us?”
With a jaunty wave to her new friends, she followed her tall, stern teacher to the meeting room that had been set aside as her classroom. She’d managed to get through recent history and was memorizing the list of planets in the Federation, but physics was hard. “Must we do class work today?” she asked with her best pouty face.
“You will need this information to make your way in this time,” Spock assured her.
“Then teach me about your planet and your people today. I want to know all about you.”
Spock carefully schooled back the emotions that almost leapt to his heart. He hardly knew were to begin, wanting to tell her everything, to understand his people. “Our ways are very different from yours,” he told her.
He began with a brief outline of their history and then went into his family’s linage. She leaned towards him, a rapt expression on her face and they sat that like for many hours, talking, she asking questions and he answering them, and she wishing she could reach out and hold him when she could sense the pain as he talked about his past and his family, especially his father. She finally asked him, “Do you have a first name Mr. Spock? Calling you Mister all the time seems so…formal.”
“It is a Vulcan name,” he said. “Most humans cannot pronounce it.”
“Well, I’m not like most humans. You have said yourself; I have a talent very like that of the Vulcans. Perhaps I have an aptitude for Vulcan language.”
“There are certain mental intonations that accompany the spoken words. However, since you do have the ability to sense those intonations, I will teach you.”
Spock reached for the stylus and proceeded to trace out a string of letters on an electronic pad: A-E-L-F-G-Y-F-U. She studied it carefully for a moment. “If we were on Earth, a few hundred years before my time, we’d pronounce that as ‘ELF-yee-vu’ I believe.”
“On Vulcan it’s pronounced ‘BOO-kay.’ Once I learned Earth English and realized that its Earth equivalent was not particularly dignified, I determined to keep it from even my closest friends. You are the only one I have told this to.”
Ivy nodded solemnly. “I am honored by your trust. Perhaps I could just call you Spock.”
She said it with all the proper mental intonations and never was Spock so delighted to hear his name said aloud. “That would be acceptable.”
“And now will you call me Ivy?” she asked, boldly placing her hand over his as she transmitted mentally to him the fresh green scent of plants and a gentle touch of cool leaves that clung to him like a persistence of memory.
“As you wish,” he answered.
**
Fin for now…or is it?
Good feedback can be posted to me at delphiasue@princessdotnet. If you tell me how much you love this, maybe I will write more adventures like how Ivy and Spock finally admit their soul-deep love for each other.
Flamers, go away, you bad, bad people. No one likes you. Eat worms.
