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The Way to Man's Heart is Through his Stomach	By : Clarissa_Eden Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Elizabeth was on her was on her way down to conference room B, pushing a trolley loaded with food with her. Like she really needed this right now, the one morning where she's running behind on everything, and she gets a call to prepare a breakfast meal for an Ambassador and his delegates. She didn't care what Spock had told her earlier, this was her definition of Hell.
Thinking of Spock, she could still feel him in her mind. It was like there was a constant pressure in her head, it was him. It wasn't like a headache, it wasn't unpleasant, it was just different and she wasn't used to it.
Grumbling quietly to herself as she approached her destination, she pushed the trolley through into the room first, instantly drawing the attention of the people within. All conversation halted, as the young woman, who was clearly flustered beyond comprehension, made her grand entrance. Now that was something Elizabeth had not being expecting, the room to be full of people. She froze like a deer in a set of head lights. She hated it when she appeared to be the centre of attention.
It was only when she felt a slight nudging from Spock in the back of her mind that she seemed to calm slightly and actually regain some of her motor functions. Not that it helped, her eyes scanned the room, and she realised she had just walked into a room full of Vulcans. Shit was the only coherent word that Spock was able to pick up from their mental link.
She was panicking, that was clear, it was only when her eyes landed on Spock that she seemed to be able to take a breath and compose herself. He was standing there like a light house in a storm, guiding her back to sanity and rational thought. He was getting closer, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was because she was walking over to him or if he was coming to her. One thing she did notice was that, Spock was carrying Caleb. In another situation her heart would have skipped a beat at seeing this. It looked so right seeing Caleb in Spock arms, sleeping as well.
‘I believe old human custom would be to call this a Kodak moment my ashal-veh.’ Spock commented to her through their link, attempting to make light of what could turn out to be a very bad situation. Now that they were back in the same room, the link was once more strong enough to conduct telepathic communication, and this comforted them both, despite Elizabeth's initial abhoration to the fact Spock could hear every thought she had passing through her mind.
‘This in no time for jokes Spock, I can't deal with this right now.’ She thought. The calming effect he had over her was breaking. However, she could feel that he was pleased she had willingly used their link for communication for the first time.
‘You're going to have to Elizabeth. I will remain with you. You will be protected.’
It was obvious she wasn't getting out of this, and from his last comment, Elizabeth got the distinct impression that Spock knew the reasons for her apprehension. And she wasn't all too sure how she felt about that right now.
"Lizzie! Come over here." Jim called out to her from where he had seemed to be in deep conversation with a couple of Vulcans, who looked surprisingly alike, not that many Vulcan's looked dissimilar, but these two took the biscuit on looking alike.
Plastering on a false and strained smile, she crossed the room to reach Jim. Spock was following close behind her with Caleb. She was thankful for that; she needed them both there, but for different reasons.
"Ah gentlemen, I am proud to introduce you to our chef Eliza…"
"Elizabeth Harriet McCoy." One of the Vulcans interrupted Jim in his introductions, a gentle smile on his face. "Yes Jim, I am fully aware of who it is. It is a pleasure to see you again, I have missed being able to see you my dear."
Well that threw her slightly. How did this guy know who she was, and he was acting as though they were very close? The only person on board that knew her full name was her brother, so how did a Vulcan who she had never met know it?
"I'm glad at least one of us does. I'm sorry but I don't believe we have ever met Mr…"
The older Vulcan looked slightly pained; well he would have if she hadn't known any better. She was certain that she had never met him before, but he did look rather familiar.
"We have, but it is complex." He paused, as if trying to think of the best way to word what he was going to say. "I am also Spock, it has been a long time since I saw you last."
Elizabeth didn't know what to make of that. Her first reaction was denial, it couldn't be Spock, he was too old. Not only that but Spock was standing right next to her, the old man was lying. A lying Vulcan? Who would have thought?
‘But what if he's telling the truth? I'm not a Physicist, but Pavel was explaining the principles of time travel to me last week, it works, apparently.’
"Prove it." She demanded. "Tell me something that only you could know."
Without missing a beat older Spock replied. "I know that you have a small tattoo of Caduceus."
Her heart skipped a beat, it was true she did. "Where?"
"I do not think you would really want me to say Elizabeth, I will simply say that it is not easily visible."
She closed her eyes in attempt to process all of this. It was true she did have Caduceus tattooed on her thigh. It was in a place where it couldn't be seen unless she wasn't wearing anything but her underwear. The only people who knew about it were herself, her mother and Spock; he had traced it with his finger the night before. Opening her eyes once more, she looked less conflicted, and more in a mood to listen.
Spock stared at his older counterpart. He wanted to know what else his older self knew about Elizabeth. It was logical to assume that even in his time, he and Elizabeth had been in the same position as they were now, but still he felt protective over her, from himself. This was getting overly complicated. Reaching out for Elizabeth, Spock pulled her towards him.
‘Elizabeth, take Caleb, he is starting to wake.’ He told her through the mental link before stepping forwards slightly, taking a protective stance between Elizabeth and his father.
Sarek, who had remained silent, watched the interactions with interest. He noticed how his son, both of him, seemed to have an interesting degree of knowledge of his human woman. He had still to find out who exactly the child his son had been carrying was, but having seen Spock hand the child off to this Elizabeth, Sarek assumed that the boy was Caleb, whom many were referring to.
Spock Prime continued, "Judging by your reaction, I presume you have accepted what I have told you. Admittedly, I am surprised to see you here. I did not have the pleasure of meeting you in my time until Caleb was in his early teens."
"Yes, erm, well... I have prepared a breakfast for the delegation. I hope it will be sufficient, I did not know to whom I would be serving." She cast a warning look over to Jim, who had the grace to look slightly sheepish. "If you would excuse me, I have other duties to perform."

Shifting Caleb further up on her hip, she turned and took her leave from the room. As she left both Spocks watched her, both of them letting their gaze fall fondly to her ass.
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