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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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Jim was an idiot, and he knew it. He should have realised the slight complication of having Lizzie and Spock Prime, as he was now calling himself, meet in the way they did. He should have had someone explain it to her beforehand. Given that, he hadn't really had that big of a heads up about the Vulcan delegation arriving.
It was amazing what you learned about people when they were challenging each other though. So in a way, having the impromptu meeting between Spock Prime and Lizzie had been enlightening. When he heard the Lizzie had a tattoo his eyebrows had shot up into his hair line. She had a wild side, that much was obvious, but she seemed so clean cut, not the type to permanently mark her skin with ink. He would have to ask her about it later, perhaps get her to show it to him. Although that was doubtful. Bones on the other hand, Jim noticed, had been on edge throughout the little meeting.
Bones didn't like the fact that Spock Prime had knowledge about his own sister that he didn't. As did their Spock, he wanted to know how that pointy eared bastard had seen this alleged tattoo, especially as it was apparently in a less visible part of her body. And what the hell was that thing where Spock placed himself as a barrier between his baby sister and the other Vulcans? Since when did the hobgoblin have the right to protect her so openly? Surely as her brother, her blood, he should have done it. That would have made more sense. But then again, she had seemed alright with it. Bones was missing some crucial information, information that he needed to get his hands on.
The breakfast meal between the members of the Vulcan delegation and the senior crew members of the Enterprise went without much discussion. When the meal was over however, that is when the issues started to immerge.
Sarek was the first to speak. "Captain, as I am sure you are aware, you and the members of this ship are regarded highly within the remaining Vulcan people. It is for this reason that we come to you and no one else at this time. It has become apparent that the genocide of our people by the criminal formally known as Nero has...compromised our people."
"Would you care to expand on that Ambassador?" Jim asked cautiously.
"For a considerable amount of time, even prior to Nero's attack, there have been small factions of Vulcans who choose not to follow the teachings of Surak. One of these extremists is my eldest son, Spock's half-brother, Sybok."
Turning on Spock, Jim looked flabbergasted. "You have a brother? When the hell were you gonna bring that up?"
"I did not consider it relevant. I do not know him particularly well."
"No, you wouldn't." Bones sniped, adding his two cents.
"Don't you start." Jim accused pointing his finger across the table. "I've known you longer, and liked you longer as well. And I only just found out that you had a sister like what? A couple of months ago? So the kettle needs to stop calling the pot black."
"Me? Like you tell me everything Jim." Bones fired back.
The two of them argued and bickered back and forth for a while, much to the amusement on of all present. In the middle of the squabbling match, Spock leaned over to his elder counterpart and asked, "Were they like this in your time?"
"Oh yes. They never stopped arguing. It turned rather juvenile at times, it was generally amusing. At one point they had a heated debate about tribbles; it lasted for over half an hour and resulted in a fist fight." Spock Prime answered, watching as the vein in Bones' neck started to pop out and Jim turn an interesting shade of red.
"Do you think we should stop them?" Spock asked, sounding slightly concerned at how loudly the two, supposed, adults were yelling, hurling insults back and forth.
"No, let them continue. I have missed this." Spock Prime said with a small smile.

Once the argument between Jim and Bones had subsided, with a little help from Scotty, Spock asked his father to continue. All the while the two 'adults' glared at each other from opposite sides of the table.
"As I was saying, regarding the heretics of our people. They are starting to become a concern for the high council of New Vulcan. A great number of our people are showing signs of being emotionally compromised. They are turning to the rebel factions in seek of answers, when there are no answers to be had." Sarek continued.
"I'm sorry Ambassador, but what exactly do you expect me and my crew to do?" Jim had a bad feeling about this.
"We are losing the few people we have to the rebels Captain. Sybok is the leader of the movement, he needs to be stopped. We require the help of the federation to do this."
Jim shook his head; he knew it wasn't going to be any good. "Ambassador, Earth's history has been filled with issues similar to this. If Sybok does, as you say, have a following. Eliminating him as a threat will do little to prevent the movement, a new leader will take his place."
"Captain, as Vulcan’s Ambassador to Earth I am fully aware of the negative history your planet has. However, we have reason to believe that Sybok is using, for lack of a better term, a form of brain washing to bring our people to his movement. With him removed, our people will return to logic."
"Jim, it is imperative that we restore our people. With so few Vulcans left, we cannot afford to lose who we are. Sybok threatens this. He was recruiting, if it can be called such a thing, before the attack from Nero, his targets are usually weak minded, susceptible to infiltration of the mind. Now with so many Vulcans being emotionally compromised it is easier for him to take hold and warp their minds." Spock Prime insisted, taking time to meet the eyes of every Starfleet Officer in the room. "Not every Vulcan can be in two places at once, we have a unique case."
Jim wasn't sure. Spock Prime and Sarek were talking about eliminating a member of their own family. Sybok was estranged yes, but still a member of their family, a son, a brother. He would need to have a discussion with his crew.
"Give me six hours. I need to discuss this with my people, work out just exactly what we are going to do here. Is Starfleet aware of what you are asking?"
Sarek nodded slightly. "Yes, you should be contacted by Starfleet Command with in the hour."

The communication with Starfleet Command had been rather unusual. It was clear that Sarek had given Jim more information than he had to Command. Jim was not sure of the reasoning behind this bold decision, but he had an uncanny feeling that Spock Prime had something to do with it. So now it was official they were going on a man hunt across a large part of the Galaxy, and they had permission to do it.
Jim, along with Bones in tow, made his way wearily down to the Officer's Mess, it was barely past noon and he was already exhausted. Jim was a the type of person who liked to lead a fast paced life, but what he wouldn't give to go back to this morning when his biggest problem had been the fact he had walked in on Spock and Lizzie.
Stepping through the doors that lead to what he was coming to refer to as his sanctuary; Jim was enveloped in the warm smells and warmer atmosphere of the mess. Glancing around the room, it gave him a strange sense of elation to see so many of his officers relaxed and enjoying the food that was prepared for them by Lizzie. His eyes were soon drawn over to the table they usually inhabited, Caleb was sat there animatedly chatting away to Spock Prime, and the old man seemed relaxed and pleased to speak to the kid. Taking a seat next to Spock Prime, Jim caught the attention of Caleb.
"Uncle Jim! Uncle Leo!" Caleb exuberantly greeted them.
"Hey there little man." Jim reached over and gently ruffled Caleb's hair. "What'cha doin'?"
Caleb giggled, "Nothing. Mr Prime was telling me all about New Vulcan."
Bones frowned, "I thought Mr Spock already told you about it in your lessons."
"Nope." Caleb answered, popping the 'P'. "He's told me all about the old Vulcan, but he's never been to the new one, so he can't objectively tell me about it or something like that."
"Hey, Caleb. Why don't you go and tell your mom that me and Uncle Bones are here." Jim suggested, he needed to talk to Spock Prime, and it would be better if Caleb wasn't there to hear it.
"Kay." And with that Caleb jumped off of the chair he had been kneeling in, and did a strange sort of skip off towards the galley.
Tuning to Spock Prime Jim wasn't surprised to see the old man smiling fondly as he watched Caleb disappear from sight.
"He is a delightful child. I didn't ever get to meet him at this age." Spock Prime mused.
Beaming with pride Bones wholeheartedly agreed with the older Vulcan, before asking cautiously "Why is that?"
"Elizabeth didn't cross my path for several years from now in my time. It pleases me a great deal to see that he and my younger counterpart get along considerably well. In my time it took years for the child to even maintain a civil conversation with me, it broke Elizabeth's heart."
"Just so we know, how much can you tell us about the future regarding my sister?" Bones wanted to know as much as possible about the relationship between Spock and Lizzie. The more he could learn now the easier it would be in the long run for him.
"As it is already apparent, your time and mine are inherently different. I do not know the extent to which their relationship with progress, although I have a fair idea as to where it currently is." Spock Prime announced looking rather wistful.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Bones demanded.
"It is not my place to say anymore. I therefore have no comment on the matter."
Before anymore could be said, Elizabeth appeared out of nowhere, with Caleb tagging along behind her, supporting several bowls of a purpleish looking soup. Setting the bowls down in front of them, Elizabeth flashed the table a smile, and Bones and Jim looked suspicious of the contents of their bowls.
"Oh for god sake, it won't kill you, just eat it." She laughed at the expressions on their faces. It was clear they were apprehensive about the food she was giving them. "Have I ever made something that you didn't enjoy?"
"No, just what the hell is it?" Jim asked, cautiously stirring it with his spoon, and lifting the spoon out as if to make sure that the substance hadn't melted it.
In perfect unison, Spock Prime and Elizabeth answered, "Borsht."
"I'm impressed Mr Prime, how is it that you know that?" Elizabeth asked, sounding genuinely interested, but at the same time apprehensive about the answer.
"I am an old man Elizabeth; I am well versed in a range of different Cuisines from many Planets. Furthermore I have never seen another soup anywhere on my travels, which produces the same purple hue that Borsht does." Spock Prime answered matter-of-factly. "That being said, I have also never come across Borsht in the same way that you prepare it."
Elizabeth blushed at the compliment, as Bones and Jim, still not completely reassured, started to eat.

Spock was sitting in his quarters with his father. He needed to speak with him about a range of personal matters, but was not entirely sure how to breach the subject. Personal matters had always been a topic of conversation for his mother.
"Father, I need to know some crucial information regarding bonding." Spock spoke slowly. He was really unsure of this. It was in his nature to keep his private matters private, so speaking about them was difficult.
Sarek, to most, usually seemed tense. But when Spock breached such a point of inquiry, Sarek looked down right horrified, well for a Vulcan he did. Sarek had spoken to Spock about such matters before, but the discussion had been rather vague, Spock knew about Pon Far, and that was as much as Sarek was willing to discuss, the basic essentials. Now his son was coming to him wanting crucial information. This was making him more uncomfortable than when he had had to explain the nature of the Vulcan mating ritual to his late wife, Amanda.
Reluctantly Sarek motioned Spock to continue with his questions.
"In a hypothetical situation, if one were to meld with a female in the process of intercourse, at which point would the meld discontinue and cease to exist between the two parties?" Spock asked, he feared making this anymore uncomfortable than necessary.
"That would depend upon the two parties in question my son." Sarek was practically squirming with discomfort, though he attempted to hide this fact.
"Explain?"
"If the couple were 'meant to be', as your mother would have said, there is a possibility that the bond would not dissipate and would remain. It would be weak at first, but over time it would grow stronger. This was the case with your mother and I, prior to the time of her death; I was able to sense her presence over great distances." Sarek paused to allow time for Spock to absorb the information he had provided, before continuing. "However, the bond would dissipate post coitus in a couple who were not supposed to bond. Why do you ask Spock?"
Sarek was not naïve when it came to this subject. Though he abhorred having to discuss it with anyone other than the woman who was his wife, he was aware of the reasons behind Spock's enquiry. It was clear to him that his Son had an interest in the woman, Elizabeth McCoy, and now he had reason to suspect that Spock had mated with her.
"Simply a general enquiry Father." Spock brushed off the question, confirming Sarek's suspicions
"That is a rather specific, general enquiry Spock." He commented.
"I can assure you, it is nothing more Father." Spock stood. "I have duties I must attend to, please excuse me."
Spock went to leave the room, but Sarek called out to him, making him pause. "Spock, you are free to choose whoever you wish to be your bond mate. You were released from your engagement to T'Pring when she perished in the genocide. Just make sure you choose wisely my son."

With that Spock left the room, neither confirming nor denying that he had heard his Father's comment.
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