And Promises to Keep
|Star Trek Fanfiction|
|Title:||And Promises to Keep|
|Author(s):||Lynn Syck & Laurel Ridener|
|Genre:||gen, though from the review, also pretty smarmy/pre-slash|
|Fandom:||Star Trek: The Original Series|
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It was published in the print zine Mind Meld #3.
Reactions and Reviews
Can I review a pre-K/S here? If not, I’m still not wasting my time in writing this if it allows me to re-live the events of this classic hurt/comfort tale. These two ladies were the masters of h/c and they seldom disappoint. In this rendition, Kirk has agreed to a formal warrior link with Spock, one that Spock does not fully explain to Kirk.
Soon after they undergo this ritual, Kirk disappears. Richard Daystrom has abducted, drugged, tortured and stabbed him before he is returned to the Enterprise. Kirk is as near death as we have ever seen him. The terrible toll this takes on Spock is so palpable the air fairly crackles with it. The life and death struggle in McCoy’s operating room will have you holding your breath. When the alarms begin to shrill in warning that his Captain’s heart has stopped, Spock dashes from the room and transports off the ship. Two qualities of the link that Spock thought to keep hidden now become the driving forces in his life. One, the warrior link demands that he avenge the death of his partner by killing those responsible – in this case, Daystrom. Two, the link demands that when vengeance is complete, Spock will follow Kirk into death. It is difficult to describe the power and anguish delivered by this story. Spock is nearly mad with grief and the link’s imperative. Kirk, in typical fashion, has managed to beat death once again, but his brief lapse into the great beyond had the same affect on the link as it would had he not been revived. Once I began this story, I could hardly put it down. I read until I was late for work, and when I got home, grabbed it up again before I got out of my coat.If it had a warm and loving sex scene tacked onto the end, it would of course, be K/S. For me, it is K/S even without such naked proof, because the unbridled, self- sacrificing, all-consuming love is there for all to see. Quite simply, I loved it. 
- from The K/S Press #114