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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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"He's initiating a what!"
Oh Shit. Was the mantra that was currently replaying itself through Nyota Uhura's mind.
Elizabeth had just turned on her and was less than impressed to say the least.
"What's going on?" She demanded. "Come on, you've already put your foot in it. Might as well tell me now."
Nyota had never seen anyone look so angry before, there was concern thrown in there somewhere as well, but it was mainly anger. "I've already said too much. I'm sorry, but I'm under orders not to tell you Lizzie."
"Too late. Start talking."
"I want to tell you Lizzie, I do. But I think this would be better coming from Spock, your brother and Jim. I'll look after Caleb for you, if you want." Nyota pleaded, she was already in enough trouble, she didn't want to make it worse by upsetting Lizzie as well, but she had a feeling it was too late for that.
"Fine, I'll do that." Elizabeth snapped, before walking over to Caleb who was looking at her with big soulful eyes.
"Momma, why are you mad?" He asked in a tiny voice. "Did I do something wrong?"
Elizabeth's heart broke at the look on his face. "No baby, of course not." She wrapped her arms around his small frame, hugging him to her chest. "No Caleb you have nothing to worry about." But at the same time she was thinking, No but your Daddy does.
"Caleb, sweetie, I need to go up a few decks for a little while. I want you to stay with Nyota, and listen to what she tells you. Be a good boy." She was then heading towards the door at a clipped and quick pace.

"Elizabeth's angry about something." Spock commented as he sat round the table in conference room C with Jim, Bones and Sarek. They were discussing the best way to justify a puk-tor without literally placing Elizabeth in Stark's line of vision. "I do not know why."
"Spock, she gets angry at the drop of a hat, it's nothing to concern yourself over." Bones murmured before taking a swig of his whiskey. "When we were kids she was always flying off the handle over something or other. I learned to ignore it. I suggest you learn to as well, since you insist on wanting to marry my sister."
This was the only way that Bones could deal with Lizzie and Spock's relationship, drinking. Not too much, but just enough to make the idea amusing. Bones was slightly looking forward to seeing Spock try and change the diaper of a screaming infant.
"I don't know Bones, you know what they say, 'hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.'" Jim added.
Bones just shrugged and took another drink. A drink which he choked on when the door slid open and Elizabeth stormed in looking like a woman scorned.
"What in God's name were ya'll thinkin'?" She demanded, sounding once again remarkably like her mother as her twang came back in full force.
The men in the room remained silent. None of them really knowing what she was talking about, but they all had a pretty good idea.
"You!" She shouted, brandishing a finger towards Bones. "When were you going to tell me what he was plannin'?" She was pointing at Spock now.
Bones, still in a semi-drunken haze, gave her a quizzical look. "When were you originally planning on telling me you were seeing Pointy-ears? Before or after I delivered the baby?"
The fury blazed in Elizabeth's eyes as she glared at her brother. "Are you drunk?"
Bones just shrugged.
"Well snap out of it, before I slap ya’ll out of it." She threatened, her tone suggesting she was being completely serious.
Jim shrank back in his seat. He had never seen anyone so angry before, and he'd seen Spock lose it. Hell, he'd made Spock lose it, and supported the bruises of that encounter for over a week. At the moment, he was just glad the fury wasn't directed at him.
"James! Were you seriously gonna let him do something like initiate a puk-tor?" Elizabeth demanded, her voice was braking slightly under the strain she was putting on it. There were unshed tears in her eyes. "Cause I'm telling you all right now, it's not gonna happen!"
Jim was at a loss for words and just sat there with his mouth hanging open, as Spock slowly rose from his seat. Cautiously walking over to Elizabeth, he drew her into a gentle embrace, which she fought off immediately.
"Why?" She asked. Her voice at her normal level now, but it was cracking. "Why are you planning on doing something so stupid? And don't you dare blame it on logic, there is nothing logical about you risking your life."
"I would rather not discuss the matter Elizabeth." Spock was using a soft and calming voice.
"Too bad."
"The information could harm you, my ashayam." Spock tried.
"This is already harming me. Just tell me. Please Spock." Elizabeth took a deep breath to steady herself. "Spock you're my fiancé, don't keep things from me."
Spock seemed to sigh in defeat. "Very well."

Spock Prime was heading back towards the Officer's mess. He wanted to check on Elizabeth and Caleb; he had left them alone for a few hours after his careful extraction of her from the bridge to prevent her from learning the Stark was in fact still alive, contrary to her personal belief and understanding.
Spock Prime wasn't above admitting that he had been surprised when he had covertly scanned what he had thought to be Sybok's ship. When he had noticed that Stark's bio signature appeared, he had started planning how to keep Elizabeth from finding out about him being so close to her. What had surprised him most of all was the fact that Stark was even on that ship. As far as Spock Prime had been aware, Stark had been on the other side of the Delta quadrant. One of the first things he had done when he had some time to relax after returning to this century was to locate Stark. It had been his intention to make sure the kre'nath didn't get anywhere near the sector of space that Earth and New Vulcan inhabited. For him, even though it had been a long time since he had dealt with mere thought of Stark and what had happened to his Elizabeth, Spock Prime still held a seep level of anger and hatred towards the other Vulcan. Although he hadn't had a physical altercation with Stark in his own time line, Spock Prime would have happily killed his childhood tormenter for what he had done, his crime was unforgivable. But Stark had been killed on a ship that underwent a warp core breach three years before Spock Prime had married Elizabeth and found out about Caleb's paternity. Now that Stark had turned up again, and Elizabeth thought him as being dead, he was determined to keep her thinking that.
In his time line, Spock Prime had watched Elizabeth grow to an old age. Her family were blessed with long lives. Dr McCoy, or as he was at the time, Admiral McCoy was present to inspect the Enterprise E before its maiden voyage, at the time he was 137 year old and still as stubborn as ever. Of course she had passed away many years ago for him; she had done so surrounded by their family. They had lead a happy life together, she had been happy when he became an ambassador and was "less prone to getting himself into trouble", in her words. And now he looked forward to the times when he could just watch Elizabeth and Caleb interacting with each other, as they often did in the galley. It reminded him of watching Elizabeth with their own children when they were young, and later on their grandchildren and great grandchildren. It was difficult at times just to watch her, to have her so close but at the same time knowing his Elizabeth was so far away; but he did take sanctuary in the fact he would be able to protect her still.
Reaching the doors to the Officer's mess, they opened automatically, and the smell of baking hit him in the face. From what he could tell she was making a basic vanilla sponge. Given that Jim's birthday was coming up, it would probably have cherry butter cream. Elizabeth had made one every year for Jim's birthday after their marriage, it was only logical to presume the cake was for Jim's birthday celebrations.
Glancing around the galley, Spock Prime noticed immediately that Elizabeth was not there. In her place, Nyota Uhura sat watching the small boy as he carefully washed some mushrooms in the corner at the sink.
"Nyota?"
Starting slightly, Nyota turned to the source of the voice that was calling her name. "Oh, Spock Prime? You startled me. What are you doing down here?"
"I could ask you the same question."
Nyota looked nervous for some reason, her voice trembled slightly as she answered the elder Vulcan. "I'm keeping an eye on Caleb for Lizzie."
"I can see that. May I ascertain as to why you are doing so? I was expecting Elizabeth to be here herself."
Spock Prime had a bad feeling about this.
"She went up to talk to the Captain, her brother and the other Spock." Nyota relayed, still sounding incredibly nervous.
"For what reason would she do that?" He was starting to sound urgent now; he defiantly had a bad feeling now.
Not meeting his eyes with her own, Nyota mumbled a response.
"What?"
"I said, that she wanted to know why Spock was trying to initiate a puk-tor."
The only sound that could be heard in the room was the splashing of the water pouring from the tap as Caleb busied himself, oblivious to everything going on around him. When Nyota looked up all she saw was an empty door way. Spock Prime had taken off for the room where he knew that Elizabeth was heading for; he had to stop her if he could. He couldn't stand to see her go through the pain of facing her attacker.
Bursting into the room, unannounced, Spock Prime took in the expressions of the faces that were turned to him. He had been too late.

Elizabeth couldn't believe what she was hearing. Stark was still alive? And he was in the ship that was alongside the Enterprise? And Spock was going to fight him to force him into submission so he could be arrested?
It was all too much. A Part of her was wishing that she had listened to Spock when he had told her the information of his reasoning would harm her.
The room was silent as the other occupants allowed her the time she needed to absorb what she had been told. Even her brother hadn't said a word about the matter at hand.
The silence was disturbed as a panic stricken Spock Prime burst into the room. All attention was immediately focused on the older Vulcan, as he assessed the situation. He composed himself slightly before he chose to speak.

"It would appear that I was too late."
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