Author: Saklani
Title:Welcome To Hell
Codes: Spock/Uhura
Series: TOS
Rating: R
Beta: kira-nerys (Many thanks!)
Summary: Spock and Uhura are trapped on an inhospitable planet and something is stalking them.
Disclaimer: Paraborg owns the characters, but they would never do with them what I will. I make no money from this, probably couldn't, even if I wanted to. I just like having fun!
Feedback address: rmkent@ucdavis.edu or Spock fuh-q Fest
Author's Notes: This is only the second real story I have ever finished, and it is the first the general public (that's you guys) will have the chance to read. It is also my first attempt at writing TOS characters. Spock is a complicated man, and I found him hard to write. That said, please be kind. However, I do not mind constructive criticism.
URL: part of the Spock fuh-q Fest http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest/

Welcome to Hell

Knee-deep in mud, Commander Spock carefully scrutinized the last surviving member of his landing party. Lt. Nyota Uhura appeared near collapse. Her whole body was spattered with muck and Lt. Gitna's purple blood. The rain streaked the gruesome mixture into distorted patterns. Her uniform hung in tatters. All the luster had abandoned her normally glowing eyes.

Spock knew they had to find shelter. The frigid temperature harmed both of them. Combined with the continually pouring rain, it might prove fatal. "We must reach those cliffs, Lieutenant. My tricorder is not providing accurate readings, but there may be caves in which we can rest. At least, the cliffs will provide some shelter from the rain."

Uhura nodded and the two slogged forwards. Once, the ground beneath her gave, and she tumbled backwards into the mud. Grimly, she pulled herself up and struggled onward.

Finally, the two reached the rock face. Uhura leaned against it, as if to draw strength from its massive bulk. She felt miserable and hoped shelter was not far off.

Spock scanned the cliffs. The tricorder, which had illogically refused to give clear readings not long ago, now clearly indicated caves. Spock said, "My tricorder indicates large caves, about one kilometer south of our present position."

"A kilometer," Uhura repeated, wearily.

"We must continue, Lieutenant. Staying out here much longer means death for both of us."

"I know. I can make it, Sir." She headed off, with Spock beside her. He deliberately slowed, so she could keep pace with him. Another person might have kept up a stream of chatter, a way of distracting both of them, but Spock was incapable of such an illogical action. So, they traveled in miserable silence.

Uhura's side cramped painfully, making every step hurt. Spock's complete silence did not bring any comfort. Uhura's mind filled the silence with nightmarish images and phrases, *Seven, now two. Seven, now two. Did you see Ensign Cirl's face, when he was stabbed? How loudly Yeoman Thomas screamed! She had quite a set of lungs! Too bad she wasn't as fast as she was loud, maybe she would not have been gored. Oh well... Then, there was Lt. Gitna; what happened to him? Oh, yes, decapitation, very unpleasant.*

"Shut up," Uhura whimpered.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant, were you addressing me? I can assure you that I have not spoken..."

"How much longer to the caves?" Uhura desperately asked.

"In approximately seven point nine minutes."

"I can make it," Uhura muttered, "I can." She sped up a little, after spotting the edge of a cave. Marching determinedly, she got inside and collapsed. Spock understood her exhaustion and made no comment.

Spock carefully surveyed the caves. He also thoroughly scanned its deep recesses. No evidence of danger, but there had not been the other times either. Spock disregarded this thought as unproductive.

They needed warmth, perhaps a fire. There was no available kindling, but sensors indicated a large growth of moss about a meter into the cave. Keeping an eye on Uhura, Spock traveled to the growth. It pulled up easily, and Spock gathered a large armful. He went back to where Uhura was sitting.

"Lieutenant," he said and she started, but looked up, "please assist me in starting a fire."

They made a fire circle out of stones and placed a quantity of moss in the middle. Using a small phaser shot, Spock ignited the pile. A small blaze immediately started, and both officers huddled next to it. Despite the new warmth, both shivered.

"Lieutenant, we must get out of our clothing. It is illogical of us to freeze because of misguided privacy taboos."

"Commander, we have nothing to dry ourselves with."

"The moss may suffice."

"I will gather more, Sir."

Spock nodded. While Uhura gathered their make shift towels, Spock removed the remains of his drenched clothing. He placed them next to the fire.

Uhura returned, bearing more moss. She caught sight of Spock's unadorned body and demurely lowered her eyes. Without looking at him, she handed him some of what she had picked.

He used it to dry himself, then said, "This removes the water more than adequately." He glanced up and saw Uhura had taken off her uniform. Had he been other than a Vulcan, his eyes would have remained riveted to her exquisite naked form. The firelight cast a glow to flawless ebony skin. Long limbs, accentuated by firm muscle, testified to her natural grace and athletic ability. Adding to her loveliness were large, firm breasts and a taut stomach. She appeared some form of deity, made to be worshiped.

But, Spock was staunchly Vulcan and refused himself the pleasure of admiring her. Uhura was a fellow officer and his responsibility. He had failed all the others, and he could not, would not fail her.

Despite being dry, Uhura still felt close to freezing. She knew Spock, half Vulcan, must be in agony. Hesitantly, she spoke up, "Commander, I am still cold. I know you must be as well. Perhaps, it would be logical to huddle together?"

Spock understood what a difficult thing this was for the private and refined Uhura to ask. He admired both her courage and logic. He stood and moved beside her.

"Perhaps, Lieutenant, you should arrange yourself most comfortably."

Grateful for his understanding, Uhura attempted to get settled. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed into his chest. Uhura' s head nestled against Spock's shoulder, and her lips brushed his neck. The two lay down sideways on the hard, stone floor. Uhura drifted instantly into exhausted slumber. Spock attempted to remain awake, but he soon followed Uhura into sleep.

When Uhura woke up, the next afternoon, she found herself pinned under a solid weight. Looking up, she saw the handsome face of Spock. The previous evening's events came back to her.

*Poor Spock, he must be exhausted. How long has it been since we got any sleep? Two days for me, I think. A day or two more for him. No wonder he still slumbers. I just don't understand what's been happening to us. The planet had no life, other than plants, according to our scans. We came down to do a routine survey and then...* Uhura shuddered, and Spock stirred. His soft penis pressed against her thigh. Heat flashed through her veins. *Stop that! Only natural, I suppose. I can use some pleasurable sensations, after the past week of horrors. If only the Enterprise hadn't been called away.*

Spock stirred again, and she felt another thrill. Avoiding thoughts of recent days, Uhura concentrated on the feel of Spock's body pressed against her own. His skin was soft and smooth. His chest radiated a pleasant warmth, and his manhood felt most impressive, even in its unaroused state.
Uhura had heard whispering about Vulcan male's endowments, but never dreamed she'd get a chance to see and feel one. Seems the rumors were true, Vulcans were magnificent. Too bad they only used their gifts every seven years and mostly on females of the same race.

*Shut up,* she thought, *you're going to get yourself excited. That would not be good.*

Uhura attempted to relax again, but Spock's presence was now a bit too arousing. Using her suppleness to good advantage, Uhura carefully scooted out from under him. She picked up what remained of her uniform, now dry, and put it on.

From out of the darkness came a soft rattling sound. Uhura whirled toward the noise, remembering the deaths of the rest of the party. For several moments, she stood there, listening. Silence.


Uhura picked up her tricorder and scanned. No life forms detected other than herself and Spock. That didn't necessarily mean anything because the tricorders had not been functioning properly, since they arrived.

The attack on Lt. Gitna, for example, came without any warning. One moment everything was still, then he began screaming in hysteria. When Uhura turned to see what was happening, she saw something grab him. Try as she might, Uhura couldn't describe it. It was monstrous, a thing straight from Hell. She had run towards Gitna in some feeble and misguided attempt to help him. Then, with a satisfied grunt, the thing ripped off his head. Blood splattered everywhere, soaking Uhura. The creature dragged off the still wiggling body, leaving behind Gitna's head to stare at her.

Uhura trembled with renewed fear at the hideous recollection. Only Spock's stalwart presence had prevented her from going insane. He had provided comfort. She could not fail him or herself now.

Collecting her wits, Uhura began picking moss for a fire. She soon had a small blaze burning. Her senses tuned for any disturbances, she sat on guard. For three hours nothing moved, then Spock groaned.

Uhura had been worrying about him for over an hour; he should have woken up, but he remained asleep. Now, he began thrashing around and groaning terribly. She went to his side and reached for him, when another noise emanated from the back of the cave. Another glance back there revealed nothing. "T'Pring....failure...." Spock rasped, and Uhura returned her attention to him. "I've killed him...my friend..."

"Commander Spock, please wake up. You didn't kill anyone. Please, wake up!" Uhura pleaded, desperately. Spock continued to groan and suddenly, his hands clamped on her shoulders in a viselike grip. Uhura bit her lip to prevent from crying in pain.

"Why did you reject me? Why?" he gasped, eyes still closed.

Uhura fought panic; the Vulcan's grip threatened to break her bones, and he showed no signs of waking. She screamed and pleaded until her voice was raw. No response from the still ranting man. Fear threatened to make her powerless.

The noise from the cave's back became louder. Something started to approach them, step by inexorable step. A heavy breathing sound filled the cave.


"No," Uhura said, "no, I won't let you win." She stopped struggling and embraced the sleeping Vulcan. "I haven't rejected you. I'm here, Spock." The footsteps seemed to hesitate, and Uhura grew bolder. She began to stroke Spock's forehead and pressed her lips against his.

His response caught her off guard. His tongue forcibly entered her mouth and explored it thoroughly. He roughly divested her of her uniform, tearing it apart. There was no foreplay at all. He entered in a bold, swift stroke.

Whatever Spock was experiencing, it had made him very ready for this. His member was coated with a slick substance, which made the abrupt entrance relatively painless. Hips thrusting, Spock initiated the age-old movements.

The penetration momentarily stunned Uhura, but his intensity swept her away. The powerful Vulcan mind directly transmitted Spock's emotions to her. She knew his excitement, his arousal. Everything he felt, she experienced. The effect was electrifying and unbearably arousing. "Oh Gods," Uhura cried, "yes, yes, yes!"

An unearthly wail of anger and fear rumbled through the cave. Uhura barely noticed; she had caught Spock's rhythm and was responding with abandon. Spock hit every sensitive spot within Uhura, and the cave vibrated with her wordless cries of exaltation.

For his part, Spock also seemed to enjoy the coupling, although his eyes had still not opened. With every thrust of his hips, he let out a growl. His hands encouraged Uhura's hips to ever faster and harder strokes. He leaned forward and savagely bit Uhura's soft shoulder.

The effect she was having on Spock further excited Uhura. Startling herself, Uhura clamped her teeth to the side of his neck, until she drew green blood. She lapped it up, finding its spicy taste not the least bit unpleasant. In fact, she bit again to draw more.

The bites flung the excited Vulcan over the edge. His whole body tensed and he filled her with his seed. The two orgasmed together and their pleasure became even more vocal. "OHHH GODS" Uhura groaned, while Spock uttered a string of incoherent Vulcan words.


A terrible scream filled the cave, and Uhura felt a heavy weight lift from her soul. She knew the threat was gone. Whatever it had been, it was dead. Their pleasure had destroyed it utterly. That knowledge filled Uhura with power and a fierce joy. They had won.

She looked again at Spock and found herself staring into his shocked and appalled eyes. "Good afternoon, Commander," she said, pleasantly.



Back on board the Enterprise, Uhura was surprised to hear her door chime. It was very late, and she wanted nothing more than sleep. The additional week spent on the planet with the embarrassed Vulcan and Kirk and McCoy's inquisitiveness, once they had returned to the ship, had tired her out.

Spock theorized that whatever attacked them utilized fear to immobilize its victims, then killed them. Emotions opposite to fear, like joy or pleasure, acted like weapons, immobilizing or even killing the creature. Spock failed to mention exactly how he and Uhura had defeated it.

Kirk and McCoy tried every tactic they knew, in order to get the truth out of Spock. When that failed, they tried them on Uhura. She was just as stubborn as the Vulcan. She absolutely refused to talk about the whole matter. They finally let her escape to her rooms, where she was now, planning to go to bed.

"Come in" Uhura called.

Spock's figure appeared in her doorway. He took a few hesitant steps inside, and let the door shut behind him. "Lieutenant," he began.

"My name is Uhura."

Spock looked at her, "What?"

"My name is Uhura, Spock. I would appreciate it if you called me by my name."

"Uhura," he said softly, "if that is what you want."

"It is."

"Uhura, I have come to discuss my behavior on the away mission," he said, painfully.

"Our behavior," Uhura said, forcefully, "What happened was my doing more than your own. I decided for myself, while you suffered from the creature's powers. I took a chance and won. Spock, I do not mind what happened, truthfully, I enjoyed it."

Spock's voice was little more than a whisper, "As did I."

Uhura smiled, "I'm glad, Spock. Do not worry, I will never let anyone know what transpired on the surface."

"Thank you, Uhura." Spock looked at her, intensely, "I had not realized the fortitude of Terran females, until this mission."

"We are stronger than we appear, Spock. In fact, human females often outlive males under severe conditions."

Spock nodded, "I had been aware of the statistics, but not the realities."

Uhura smiled, "Then, the mission was not a total loss."

"No, I learned a great deal, although the price was much too high."

She sobered, "Yes, far too high."

"I grieve with thee," Spock said, formally.

Uhura gazed at the Vulcan, this man she knew so little, but so well. "Thank you, Mr. Spock."

"I will see you in the morning, Uhura. Good night."

"Good night, Spock."

After Spock left her room, Uhura sat down on her bed. *Goodbye, my Spock. I am sorry you could not stay longer,* she thought. Sighing, she went to bed.


Back in the safety of his own quarters, a Vulcan, by birth and choice, wished, for one brief instant, that he was anyone else. Just so he could again embrace soft, ebony flesh. Spock began a Vulcan meditation, and the thought flew away, never to return.

END