Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-Three
TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader
Chapter Twenty-Three: Romulan Device
Summary: The Romulan Commander continues flirting with Spock and (Y/N), but their hearts and loyalties are already taken.
The Romulan Commander guided Spock and (Y/N) into their dining chamber for the evening. The room was pink and had various curtains draped beautifully around the room. Clearly, effort had been made into making the night pleasing.
“I’ve had special Vulcan and Celian dishes prepared,” said the Romulan Commander. “I hope they’re to your liking.”
“I’m honored for the consideration, Commander,” said Spock.
“It’s quite flattering,” said (Y/N).
“An inducement for recruitment, I hope,” said the Romulan Commander, smiling. Her emotions were arm and pleased with the reaction Spock and (Y/N) had. “Though we have other inducements, as well.” She held up two drinks innocently, but the innuendo was out there. Romulan flirting was quite something.
Spock glanced at (Y/N) to see if it would be crossing a boundary to take the drink. After all, they were in a relationship and currently standing in front of a woman flirting with both of them. Spock didn’t want to step over any boundaries by seemingly accepting the Romulan Commander’s advances by taking the drink.
Spock could see (Y/N)’s face, and they nodded slightly, reaching out and taking one glass. Spock followed their lead and took the other.
The Romulan Commander smiled, aura warming, and picked up another glass. She raised it and toasted to Spock and (Y/N).
They all took a sip.
(Y/N) glanced at the clock. The next part of the plan was coming soon, and they were probably behind. But with the Romulan Commander unexpectedly interested in Spock and (Y/N), there wasn’t much they could do yet.
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Dinner progressed easily. Spock and (Y/N) responded to the Romulan Commander’s conversation, but they skirted around the flirting. They made sure to not completely shut it down to keep her favor, but they also didn’t encourage it. After all, neither was interested in her. They were in a relationship with one another and didn’t need anyone else in it.
Spock handed a fruit to (Y/N), and their fingers brushed. At least they were getting a moment together in the midst of all the issues going on.
The Romulan Commander finished pouring another drink and handed the glasses out. She spoke, getting straight to the point after the lighter conversation of dinner. “You have nothing in Starfleet to which to return. I-We offer you an alternative.” The feeling of attraction in her aura grew as she leaned forward slightly. “We will find places for you, if you wish it.”
“A place?” remarked Spock.
“With me,” said the Romulan Commander. Before (Y/N) and Spock could respond, she continued. “Romulans are not like Vulcans or Celians. We are not dedicated to pure logic or amicability. We appreciate the wilder nature of emotions.” She leaned back and gazed at (Y/N) and Spock with want. “Our people are warriors, often savage, but we are also many other pleasant things.”
“No culture is one single thing,” said (Y/N) simply.
Even Vulcans had more than just logic. There was a deep, rich culture surrounding more than just what everyone viewed as pure logic. The same with the “amicability” of Celians. People saw their peacefulness and use of empathy for alliances with others as just simple friendliness. It was rooted instead in a deeper culture that many overlooked.
“A Celian would be welcome in our society. We do not repress our emotions at all,” said the Romulan Commander. “And a Vulcan could study our culture. And a human could appreciate it.” She was carefully attempting to appeal to every aspect of (Y/N) and Spock’s identity.
“I do appreciate other cultures,” said Spock, but his eyes drifted to (Y/N) and their bright golden Celian eyes.
“There is a lot to be understood in different cultures,” agreed (Y/N), their gaze meeting his.
The Romulan Commander glanced between the pair, beginning to realize that the connection between them was quite strong. It was like the connection she was trying to form. Now the Romulan Commander was deciding whether she was jealous or pleased since then all three could have a relationship and she wouldn’t mind that (not at all).
“I am so glad,” she said, smirking. Then, she cleared her throat officially. “Now, one final step to make the occasion complete. You will lead a small part of Romulans aboard the Enterprise, and there you will take your rightful places as commanders.” She glanced between them. “Together, if you wish. You will lead the ship to a Romulan port, with my flagship at its side.”
(Y/N) replied. They were, after all, the one who could more easily lie. “Of course.” They picked up their drink once more. “But must it be now? We’re enjoying ourselves, Commander.”
Spock was quite glad his t’hy’la was so clever and could instantly create a plausible scenario to avoid the issue. However, the way the Romulan Commander gazed at them wasn’t quite as enjoyable. It seemed that every person with eyes found (Y/N) attractive, and that got them a certain amount of attention.
Unwanted, too, thought Spock, knowing just how much (Y/N) preferred to be seen as a person rather than a pretty face.
“We are enjoying ourselves,” agreed the Romulan Commander fondly. “But there is no need to call me ‘Commander.’ I have a first name.”
“We’d like to know it,” said (Y/N), easily capturing the Romulan Commander’s attention.
She smiled and leaned forward. She whispered, “Liviana.” Then, she sat back and gazed at the pair.
“A pretty name,” said (Y/N).
“Yes,” agreed Spock.
Liviana gazed at them with barely concealed want (though the emotion was plain enough to (Y/N)). “If you will give me a moment, this Commander will transform herself…into a woman.” She rose and walked out of the room.”
The doors shut, and (Y/N) turned to Spock. “We need to contact the Captain.”
Spock nodded. “Indeed. It is high time to complete this mission.”
“Are you alright, though?” asked (Y/N) as they pulled out their communicator. “I know this sort of attention may be unwanted.”
“I have no issue as I know I am not attracted to you. It is you I am concerned for. After all, you deal with such advances far more frequently,” said Spock.
“Thank you, dear. I’m alright,” said (Y/N), smiling and opening their communicator. “Spock and (L/N) to Captain Kirk.”
“Kirk here,” came the swift reply.
“Captain, are you prepared to beam over?” asked Spock.
“I’m already on board,” said Kirk. “Do you have the information?”
“Yes,” said (Y/N). “The cloaking device is in an area near the Commander’s quarters.”
“It is closely guarded and off-limits to all authorized personnel,” said Spock. “What is your present location?”
“Near my cell,” said Kirk.
“Alright, then follow these directions.” (Y/N) gave an efficient description of how to get to the cloaking device’s room.
“I’ll get the device,” said Kirk. “Will you two be able to get back to the Enterprise without attracting their attention?”
“Unknown, Captain,” said Spock. “At present, we’re—”
(Y/N) closed the communicator as the doors opened, and Liviana walked back in wearing an off-shoulder black and white dress.
“Is my…attire now more appropriate?” she asked flirtatiously, walking up to the pair.
“It is a fine dress,” said Spock, admiring the quality more than anything but the words easily suggested something else.
“Thank you,” said Liviana. She looked at (Y/N). “If you would like anything outside of uniforms, I could provide you with it.” She reached out and touched (Y/N)’s hand gently. “I’m sure you’d be beautiful.”
Spock’s focus narrowed in on the touch, and every bit of his Vulcan possessiveness flared. Yes, the hands were as intimate for Celians or Romulans, but Liviana clearly knew what it meant for Vulcans, and the touch was intentional. Spock was displeased. That action was for him and (Y/N), him and his t’hy’la. Not for a Romulan, a no one.
Liviana ran her hand up (Y/N)’s fingers, and (Y/N) fought to hide their wince as her emotions were that much stronger with touch. They were about to step back and remove her hand themself when a voice appeared at the door.
“Permission to enter,” said the voice of Tal.
“Not now, Tal,” said Liviana in frustration as (Y/N) stepped back.
“It is urgent, Commander,” said Tal.
“Enter,” said Liviana, composing herself.
Tal and several guards walked in. “Commander, we have intercepted an alien transmission.”
Uh-oh, thought (Y/N).
“Locate its source,” said Liviana.
“We have, Commander,” said Tal. “This room.”
(Y/N) and Spock exchanged looks. Kirk had hopefully completed the mission now. However, their personal situation…
All eyes turned to them, and Liviana’s emotions sharpened to anger. “The cloaking device.” She glanced at her guards. “Bring them.” She stalked out of the room, and (Y/N) and Spock were pushed after her.
They went through the halls until they arrived in the room containing the cloaking device. They found a guard unconscious on the ground, and the device was gone. Kirk had done it (and hopefully escaped).
“Commander, the cloaking device is gone,” reported a guard.
“Full alert,” said Liviana. “Search all decks.” The guards ran out into the halls, and she was left staring at Spock and (Y/N).
“That will be profitless, Commander,” said Spock, lacing his fingers behind his back. “I do not believe you will find it.”
Liviana’s anger flared. “You must be mad.”
“We are quite sane,” said (Y/N).
“Why would you do this to me?” demanded Liviana, as hurt as she was angered. “What are you that you could do this?”
“Lieutenant Commander of Negotiations and Communications aboard the Enterprise,” said (Y/N).
“First Officer of the Enterprise,” said Spock.
Liviana tried to slap him, but (Y/N) blocked her hand. They wouldn’t let Spock get hurt, no matter how much of a betrayal this was to Liviana. Yes, she had been vulnerable, but just like her, they had a job to do. Not to mention, if they couldn’t get back to the Enterprise, they would be executed, so there was no point in getting injured now. ((Y/N) really didn’t want to consider that option, though).
“Take them back to my quarters,” said Liviana harshly. “I’ll deal with them there.”
The guards forced (Y/N) and Spock back through the halls with Liviana’s anger hovering around them in a dark cloud the entire down.
Once in her quarters, Liviana dismissed Tal. “Return to your station, Sub-Commander. The boarding action on the Enterprise will begin with my command. If they resist, destroy her.” Tal saluted and left. Liviana, Spock, and (Y/N) were alone. “Execution of state criminals is both painful and unpleasant,” snapped Liviana. “I believe the details are unnecessary.”
Spock and (Y/N) were both willing to face the consequences of their actions due to their mission being a success. However, they were simultaneously unwilling for the other—the person they loved—to face those same consequences. That left them at an impasse.
“The sentence will be carried out immediately after the charges have been recorded,” said Liviana viciously.
“We demand the Right of Statement first,” said (Y/N), pulling every bit of Romulan culture they knew to give the Enterprise time to, hopefully, beam them back.
Approval entered Liviana’s aura as someone she found attractive impressed her, despite her anger. “You understand Romulan tradition well. The right is granted.”
“Thank you,” said (Y/N).
“We shall not require much time,” said Spock. “No more than twenty minutes, I should say.” That should be enough.
“It should take less time than that to find your ally who stole the cloaking device,” said Liviana. “You will all die together.” She pressed a button on a computer. “Recording: the Romulan Right of Statement. Proceed, Commander Spock, Lieutenant (L/N).”
“Our crime is sabotage,” said Spock.
“We freely admit our guilt,” said (Y/N). “The oath we swore as Starfleet officers is binding.”
“And specific,” remarked Spock. “As long as we wear the uniform, our duty is to protect the security of the Federation.” And my t’hy’la for as long as I may live.
“Your new cloaking device is a threat to that security,” said (Y/N). “We carried out our duty.”
“Everyone carries out their duty,” said Liviana bitterly. “You state the obvious.”
“There is no regulation for what our statement should be about,” said (Y/N).
“May we continue?” questioned Spock.
“Very well. Your twenty will soon run out,” said Liviana.
“Thank you. In addition to the Federation oath, Vulcan loyalty plays a large role in—”
Spock and (Y/N) began to dematerialize as the Enterprise finally got a lock on them. Liviana’s eyes widened, and she ran to grab the pair, disappearing with them as the lock grabbed onto her, too.
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Scotty stared in shock as (Y/N), Spock, and Livianna appeared. He hesitantly reported it to the Bridge, still surprised. Luckily, security was stationed within the room, and they pulled out their phasers in case Livianna tried anything.
“I suspect the Captain wishes to see us on the Bridge,” said Spock.
“Yes, Mr. Spock,” said Scotty.
“Let’s go, then,” said (Y/N).
The security team kept an eye on Liviana, and she followed them in irritation.
The moment she stepped onto the Bridge, she leveled a glare on Kirk and spoke. “I would give you credit, Captain, for getting this far, but you will be dead in a moment, and the credit would be gratuitous.”
(Y/N) looked at Kirk’s face in surprise. It was modeled to look like a Romulan. Or a Vulcan. In short, it was weird. Kirk didn’t look as attractive as Spock with those ears or eyebrows. Not at all.
Kirk ignored Liviana. “Lieutenant Uhura, open a channel to the Romulan vessel.”
“Aye, sir,” said Uhura while Spock and (Y/N) took their positions at their stations. Next to each other, a pair as always.
“We have Sub-commander Tal, sir,” said (Y/N).
“Establish two-way visual contact,” said Kirk.
“Aye,” said Uhura, and the viewing screen switched to display Tal.
“We have you under our weapons, Enterprise. You cannot escape,” said Tal.
“This is Captain Kirk, hold your fire,” said Kirk, knowing that, clearly, no one recognized him as the supposedly-dead captain. “We have your commander aboard.”
“Commander,” said Tal, seeing Liviana.
“Destroy this vessel!” she snapped. “I gave you a direct command.” Kirk jumped up to stop her from speaking, but the screen switched off as the Romulans cut contact. Too late.
“Scotty, we’re running out of time,” said Kirk over the communications.
“Captain, I’m working as fast as I can!” called Scotty in response.
“You see, Captain?” said Liviana proudly. “Your effort has been wasted.”
“Mr. Spock, distance from the Romulan vessel?” asked Kirk. His worry brushed over (Y/N), and they knew they needed Scotty to finish soon.
“150,000 kilometers, Captain, and closing very rapidly,” reported Spock.
“Stand by phasers,” said Kirk. “Commander, you’ll forgive me if I put up a fight.”
“Of course. It’s expected,” said Liviana.
“100,000 kilometers,” said Spock. “They should commence firing at us within the next 12.7 seconds.”
“Scotty,” said Kirk.
“It’s ready now, Captain, but I don’t know whether our circuits can handle this alien contraption,” warned Scotty, worried about his baby the Enterprise.
“Throw the switch,” decided Kirk.
“It’ll likely overload,” said Scotty.
“Throw the switch!” ordered Kirk.
Scotty obeyed, and the Enterprise faded into darkness as the cloaking device activated.
Kirk wasted no time continuing the escape. “Mr. Sulu, come about, 318 mark 7.”
“318 mark 7, sir,” said Sulu. “Executing.”
(Y/N) was aware of Liviana’s disappointment and frustration as Romulan tech was used against her people.
“The cloaking device is working perfectly,” reported Spock.
“And even the Romulan sensors cannot track a vessel so equipped,” said (Y/N).
“Thank you, Mr. Spock, Mx. (L/N),” said Kirk, turning to face Liviana. “We’ll let you off at the nearest Federation outpost.”
“You are very generous, Captain,” said Liviana stiffly. “If I may be taken to your brig, I will take my place as your prisoner.”
Kirk shook his head. “You will be given quarters. Mx. (L/N) and Mr. Spock will escort you to them.”
Oh, no, I don’t think that’s the best idea the captain’s had, thought (Y/N).
Liviana nodded in acknowledgement. “Captain.”
“Commander,” responded Kirk.
Spock and (Y/N) walked over to Liviana, and they all stepped into the elevator.
“It is regrettable that you were made an unwilling passenger,” said Spock honestly.
“It wasn’t intentional,” said (Y/N).
“All the Federation wanted was the cloaking device,” said Spock.
“The Federation,” said Liviana coldly. “And what did you want it?”
“For the mission to go smoothly and for no harm to come to you, your crew, or our own,” said (Y/N) honestly.
Liviana swallowed. “You realize that very soon we will learn to penetrate the cloaking device you stole.”
“Obviously,” said Spock. “Military secrets are the most fleeting of all.”
“You two made your decisions,” said Liviana.
“It is the only option we could take,” said (Y/N). “For the Federation.”
“For one another,” said Liviana, looking between the two. “I suppose there were truly no inducements for you.”
“No,” confirmed Spock.
“We appreciate all of your kindness and hospitality, but nothing can take us from where we are,” said (Y/N).
Liviana nodded. “I understand. Your loyalty is to be respected.”
“As is yours,” said (Y/N), and Spock inclined his head.
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“Entering the Neutral Zone,” reported Chekov finally.
“Very good, Mr. Chekov,” said Kirk, and the entire Bridge (and crew) was thankful to be returning to Federation space.
“Sick Bay to Bridge,” said Bones over the comms.
“What is it, Bones?” asked Kirk.
“If all the shouting’s over up there, I’d like for you to report to Sick Bay,” said Bones.
“What for?” asked Kirk, and behind him, (Y/N) and Spock returned to their stations.
“Well, you’re due in surgery,” said Bones. “I’m going to bob your ears.”
“Captain, please go,” said Spock. “Somehow, they do not look aesthetically agreeable on humans.”
“Well, are you coming, Jim, or do you want to go through life looking like your First Officer?” teased Bones.
“Bones, the problem isn’t that he looks like Spock,” said (Y/N), grinning fondly at their boyfriend. “It’s that he isn’t as attractive as him.”
Spock straightened at the praise, pleased.
Kirk sighed. “I’m on my way. I’d hate for my good looks to be ruined.”
The Bridge laughed.
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“How are you feeling, Spock?” asked (Y/N) as they stepped into his quarters with him.
“I am pleased with the mission ending in success,” said Spock. “However, I admit I was not pleased with the advances of the Romulan Commander.”
(Y/N) nodded. “She was kind, but I didn’t like seeing her flirt with you.”
“Nor I with you,” said Spock. He reached up and touched his fingers to theirs. “I know that you have no feelings for another.”
“And I know the same about you,” said (Y/N).
“Nonetheless, her touch to your hands made me…” Spock considered his words. “Vexed.”
“Spock,” said (Y/N), allowing their fingers to run against his. “Even if my hands aren’t as intimate to touch as yours in Celian culture, I still understand what it means to you. And because it means something to you, it means something to me. It is how we share our affections.” (Y/N) lifted his hand and kissed his palm. “Know that I didn’t want her touch. I knew she was being intimate. I was going to step back before the Sub-commander arrived.”
Spock nodded. (Y/N) was honest with him, so he had no reason to doubt them. They were always understanding and caring. They were his t’hy’la. Despite any jealousy, he knew his relationship was secure.
“I appreciate your words, T’hy’la,” said Spock.
“Of course, Dear,” said (Y/N), fingers still intwined. “You know I love you, and you’re the only one I want to be with.” Forever. In marriage, if you’d have me.
“And I love you,” said Spock. “You are the only one with my heart.” The only one who will ever have my heart.
(Y/N) smiled at Spock, and as he ran his fingers along theirs, he allowed himself a soft smile in return.
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