Vulcan's Son

Vulcan's Son is a 192-page slash Star Trek: TOS anthology by Caer Ibormeith and Ettian. The art is by Ettian. 
==From the Editorial==
==Contents==
* A Model of Decorm & Tranquility by Caer Ibormeith 
:("Jim, I must ask you something.-." Brown eyes searched concerned hazel. "Does your happiness depend upon my being alive?" Kirk started at the question, found himself blushing to the roots. He looked down, then back up. His palms were sweating. He chewed the question over for a moment, felt the soft gaze of the Vulcan on him as Spock waited patiently for an answer. //Do I give him truth, or do I fend him off? I've already asked him not to leave me behind if death comes for him again. Must I spell it out more?// He looked at Spock where the Vulcan sat, so patient, so open. //He expects an answer. Can I give him less than the truth?// "Yes--" He sent it out into the gathering darkness.)
* Question Me an Answer by Ettian 
:("Spock, you pointy-eared elf, I don't care if a thousand authorities have debated it for a thousand years--I'm telling you there is a God. There's too many miracles in this universe and too many unexplained faces to just deny the possibility. And you're trying to change the subject I" Kirk shifted in his seat to look at the two as they took opposite sides of the command chair. Bones looked like he was girding for war. Spock resembled a man who is being asked to swallow the blarney stone. "I am not changing the subject, Doctor. You asked my opinion on some colorful conjecture and punctuated the request with an allusion to the deity you call 'god.' I merely remarked that you were assuming my agreement with one conjecture while asking for it in another." "Whaaa? Look, Spock. Do you or do you not believe in God?" "In what context?")
* Vulcan's Son by Ettian and Caer Ibormeith 
:(They were on routine patrol, so the days passed uneventfully as they grew used to the link between them. Spock was grateful for the routine hours, for as time went on he found more and more what he had to adjust to--emotions that were not his own came in waves, billowing inward until he spent much of his time building barriers against them. There was nothing repulsive in Jim's emotions; it was simply that there were so many of them. . . . For the first time in his life. Spock felt Jim's attraction to every pretty yeoman that walked by. The Captain's mealtime cravings became Spock's. and the afternoon he found himself contemplating a steak for supper was the last straw. He found himself subtly shifting his duty schedule, arranging his work time so that he arrived much earlier than Kirk and left accordingly. He knew his communication with the rest of the crew was growing clipped, shorter, almost rude. But he couldn't help himself. The flow from the Captain was constant: it was all Spock could do to get through the routine hours. Off-duty, he found meditation becoming his strongest survival tactic. Things had to change, but Spock was at a loss as to how to affect the changes. Kirk experienced no further trouble from the link. Indeed, he felt more relaxed- more alert than ever before. His endurance in the gymnasium increased: his vegetable/fruit diet seemed easy to adhere to. The latter development thrilled McCoy no end. The frustrations and uncertainty of command seemed to fade; his reason grew clearer, he ventured to think Spock's logic was rubbing off on him. All in all, the link was pleasurable. He basked in the warmth of Spock's calmness, his intelligence, and took his security from the knowledge that the Vulcan was ever present.) 
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Category:Star Trek TOS Slash Zines
Category:1987 Zines