A while ago, I did a fic where Spock was a cat, Nine Lives. I don’t remember the exact date. It was so much fun I’ve been itching to do something sorta similar.
So, for the next several Fridays you can expect a new chapter of Bombay. Not sure how long it will be so it may go into months on here before there is a resolution. Once completed it will be proofed for errors and go on AO3. But that’s going to be a while, so for now the place to read Bombay will be here on Fridays.
This is an AU. You won’t see most of our usual friends in their accepted roles. But you will see most of them.
This isn’t exactly how Bombay looks but use your imagination! LOL
Chapter One: A Companion
Spock had taken an apartment close to the Academy Campus where he worked full time as a professor.
Prior to his employment there, he’d served aboard a starship under Captain Pike, but after an injury to his left leg caused him to have a permanent limp, Spock had been retired from active duty.
For the most part he found his present position fulfilling. He kept in regular touch with his mother and had a small circle of friends he saw occasionally.
As most Vulcan children had been, Spock had been preliminarily bonded to another Vulcan child. Subsequently, T’Pring, the Vulcan female, had discovered her desire to bond with another and Spock had not objected to having their link dissolved. In any event, Spock had already come to the conclusion that he preferred males.
Despite his limp, which the leg itself only pained him on certain damp days, Spock chose to walk from Campus to home. The apartment itself was on the ground floor, to the left of the cactus garden area just as one passed the double entrance doors into the courtyard.
On this particular Wednesday, he had returned from teaching early as he only had morning classes and he felt slightly under the weather so he didn’t linger at his on-campus office.
Standing in front of his apartment door was a cat. It cried loudly on Spock’s approach.
The cat was mostly white but had orange patches on the top of his head and on his paws. And he had the most striking blue eyes on a cat Spock had ever seen.
The cat rubbed against Spock’s legs, purring. He lolled around the complex, guessing the cat belonged to one of the tenants there. He wasn’t sure which one.
“Go home to your caregiver, please, and do stay out of trouble.”
Spock went into his apartment and did not think further about the cat for several days.
It was on the very next Wednesday, perhaps an hour or two later, when Spock saw the cat again. What Spock saw was alarming.
The cat was outside the front of the apartment building and a man Spock did not know pulled back his leg and kicked the cat very hard, knocking the cat to the ground.
“Stop!” Spock yelled.
The man ignored Spock and kept on walking.
Spock was torn between pursuing the man and showing him what it would be like to be kicked by someone else and rendering aid to the likely injured feline. Spock’s concern for the cat won out and he approached the poor creature.
By now it had pulled itself to its feet and hidden behind shrubbery. Spock saw its big wide blue eyes staring fearfully at him.
“It is all right.” Spock crouched down. “I will not harm you. I promise.”
After a few more moments of hesitation, the cat came out and sniffed warily at Spock’s outstretched hand. He mewled.
Spock picked up the cat and stood. “I’m afraid it’s off to the veterinarian for you, my friend.”
He knew of one a block or so away and though he didn’t really relish the walk in the windy afternoon, he had no choice. He did not own a hover car and the cat needed to be seen.
About an hour later, a Dr. Chapel examined the cat.
“Well, the good news is he’d just a bit bruised and sore in the spot where the nasty man kicked him.”
“He? So the cat is a male.” Spock had not actually examined it that closely before taking it for care.
She smiled quizzically at him. “Isn’t he your cat?”
“Negative. I don’t actually know who he belongs to. He hangs around my building and I saw the man kick him. I suppose he must be microchipped.”
Dr. Chapel shook her head. “Surprisingly no. If you don’t know where he lives I guess I’ll have to get one of the girls here to watch him. I want to see how he reacts overnight and I’d like to give him some pain medication. Once he’s okay we’ll try to find his owner. If we can’t find them soon though he’s going to have to go to a shelter?”
Spock frowned. “If it is acceptable, I will take him home with me and can watch him. I am able to give him medicine. I can foster him until his caregiver is found.”
Her smile broadened. “That’s wonderful then. I’ll make sure to get you a care package of food, medicine, a litter box and litter of course. I’ll be back shortly.”
And she left Spock with the cat who was now sitting up looking at him curiously.
“I will need to call you something,” Spock said out loud. He recalled seeing a particular shade of blue in an alcohol one of his friends drank. Bombay Sapphire. “Bombay. I shall call you Bombay.”