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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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"Report!" The sharp order came from across the red light bridge.
"The Enterprise has not altered its position sir."
"Have any subspace transmissions originated from the ship?"
"One Sir. We intercepted the transmission as instructed."
"Good, relay the message to my personal quarters. And have Sybok report there. I need to talk to him." Without waiting for a reply Stark left the bridge and made his was to his quarters.
The intercepted message better be what he was waiting for, if it wasn't then heads would be rolling. He wanted to know how the hell the Enterprise had found their ship, he had been assured that the Enterprise wouldn't find them, so what had gone wrong? He hoped he was about to find out.
Throwing himself into the chair behind his desk, he accessed the message that they had intercepted. It was encrypted of course, but that wasn't a problem. Within a couple of the message was revealed to him. There would be a live transmission from his spy at 21:00 hours, that was duty change over, so there was less of a chance of the transmission being detected.
Stark had four hours to wait until the transmission. He would no doubt spend that time pondering upon how they had been discovered.
His door chimed, signalling the presence of Sybok. The man was a pain in Stark's backside, but he was a necessary evil. He was a fool, true the Galactic Army of Light would not have as many recruits if it weren't for the crazy former leader, Sybok had vision but no direction. That's were Stark came in, he was the new leader and Sybok was an important resource, one that Stark couldn't let get away.
"Enter."
Sybok passed through the sliding doors. He looked grim; this didn't bode well for Stark.
Almost hesitantly Stark asked, "What's wrong?"
"I am concerned for my brother." Sybok answered. The concern was evident in his voice.
"Why?" Stark scoffed.
"I understand that when he was a child you held him in contempt Stark. Ironic isn't it, that here you are leading the army I created, revelling in the use of emotions. The very things you mocked my younger brother for having all of those years ago." Sybok answered once again. He was clearly irritated by Stark's attitude, but his voice wasn't showing it, if anything Sybok sounded almost bored.
"That wasn't the answer to my question." Stark wouldn't let Sybok play with his mind.
Sybok's head tilted to one side slightly as he seemed to assess the other Vulcan male sat opposite before opening his mouth to speak. "He is troubled by something. I choose to use my emotions, and I enjoy doing so. Spock represses them, he struggles with them. That sound that ripped its way from his chest, it bothers me. I have never heard him sound so angry."
A small silence filled the room for a few seconds before Sybok started to speak again.
"What I want to know is why did he react to your voice in such a way? He has a fantastic memory, my little brother, especially when it comes to remembering faces and voices. So what in God's holy name could you have possibly done to gain such a reaction from him?"
Stark's face remained blank, he had no idea why Spock would react in such a way. To be honest, he hadn't really thought about it.
"Why would you care?" It was the only response Stark could think of.
"I care because he is my little brother. I may have been exiled from my home and my people, but he remains my brother. I care not for our father, but Spock did nothing against me all of those years ago. He was a child." Sybok's face softened. It was as though he was reminiscing. "Actually, if my memory serves correctly, Spock wanted to come with me. But I wouldn't let him, for his sake. So if you have done something to him, I swear Stark, I will not be pleased, I may not be the leader of this army anymore, but trust me when I tell you that you will feel the limits of my wrath if I see fit."
With that, Sybok rose from his seat and stalked out of the door. Leaving a slightly stunned Stark behind him.

Promptly at 21:00 hours, Stark was back at his desk, waiting for the transmission. Within seconds, the image of his spy and childhood friend, Sepek, appeared on the small view screen.
"Master, I do not have much time, but this information could not be transmitted in a sub-space communiqué."
Stark nodded his head. "Continue. I trust this transmission is from a secure channel."
"Of course Sir. Commander Spock wishes to instigate the right of a puk-tor against you."
"Why?" Stark demanded.
Of all the things that had been running around Stark's head, that had not been one of them. Anyone could instigate a puk-tor, but to claim it as the right of a puk-tor, would suggest that Stark had wronged the other male in some way. Surely this couldn't be over the incidents when they were a child? Both he and Spock had moved past that when they were still adolescents before Spock had chosen to join Starfleet over the Science Academy.
"It has something to do with a human woman on board the Enterprise Sir. She is the chef on board and the younger sister of the CMO. Her name is Elizabeth McCoy, it would appear that she and Spock are in some sort of relationship. I am unsure but I do believe that they are planning on completing the Bonding ceremony once passage to New Vulcan is possible." Sepek spoke quickly. It was as though he thought if he spoke to slowly; it would give Stark a chance to get angry.
Sepek watched as Stark's face contorted from curiosity to fury in a matter of second.
"Are you certain that it is Elizabeth McCoy?" Stark snapped.
"Yes sir, I am positive. She and her son have been present at the evening meal that the Ambassador partakes in frequently as of late." Sepek answered cautiously.
"She has a son?"
"Yes sir, of approximately four to five Earth years."
Stark's mind was racing. Elizabeth had a son. The last time he had encountered her was five Earth years ago. Could the child be his?
"Who is the child's father?" Stark demanded.
Sepek looked completely perplexed, he was unsure of Stark's interest in the pursuits of Spock's love life and the life of his intended. "I do not know sir, she is very careful not to divulge the paternity of the child. All I can say it that he is of a mixed Human and Vulcan decent."
Stark sat back in his chair. He was finding it difficult to process what he had just been told. There was a strong likelihood that he had a son, with Elizabeth, the woman who had tormented his mind for weeks during her visit to Vulcan. She was the woman who had introduced him to his emotions. After their encounter he had left the planet to learn more, learn to use his emotions in the way his ancestors had. He had wanted to get her to fall in love with him, he had wanted to possess her in every way, not just sexually. But in order to do that he needed to understand emotion, something that would have been impossible whilst on Vulcan.
He had had every intention of returning to Vulcan. Of returning to her, but he had been delayed in his efforts, and then his home planet had been destroyed. Stark had thought of her as been dead, having died on Vulcan and after all these years she was still alive. She was so close and she was the mother of his son.
"Sepek." His voice was sharp.
"Yes Sir?"
"Within the hour, I will be making contact with the Enterprise. I will be initiating the right of a puk-tor against Spock. He has taken my woman away from me, and my son along with her, this insolence will not be tolerated! I suggest you attend to you duties regarding the Ambassador, do not give him cause to suspect your true allegiances."
"Yes Sir."
With that the screen went blank, signalling that the communiqué had been terminated from the source. Stark was seething. Stark had to get her back or he would die trying. She was his, and no one would take her away from him.

If someone would have asked him, Jim would have admitted that today had been one of the most stressful days of his life as he sat quietly in his chair on the bridge. And thinking back, he had had some doozies in his time, but this had been the worst.
Not only had he learned that one of his closest friends had been raped, but her son, his 'nephew', was the by-product of that vicious attack. He had felt sick when he had learned this. He hadn't questioned the fact that Elizabeth was a single mother. His own mother had been a single parent for a few years when Jim was growing up, but he had never had the relationship with his mother that Elizabeth and Caleb shared.
Jim understood why Spock wanted revenge; he wanted to kill the fucker as well. Anyone that would dare lay a hand on such a wonderful person like Elizabeth deserved to burn in the eternal pits of hell.
After the fiasco that was Elizabeth learning the truth about Stark being alive and in a very close proximity to their present location, Jim had had to deal with Spock Prime putting in his two cents. And then, just to make his day that little bit more stressful he had had to deal with Uhura and set up a meeting with the rat bastard that hurt Lizzie. Sure his day had been hell, but he would hate to be Spock right now. Jim wouldn't haven't been surprised to learn if Lizzie was laying into Spock right now, either verbally or physically. She was really pissed about him wanting to fight Stark. Jim wasn't an expert on Vulcan culture, he wasn't going to pretend to be, but one thing he did understand was Spock's reaction. He would want to kill Stark to.
Spock Prime did offer some interesting insight after Lizzie had left the room, with Spock following close on her heels. He had told them about the Stark from his time line dying in a warp core breach long before Spock Prime had even known of Lizzie's existence. Everything was just getting so complicated, and Jim's brain was starting to hurt.
"Captain?" Nyota's voice called softly from behind him.
"What?" Jim almost moaned, dreading what could possibly be going on now.
"We are being hailed by the rebel ship."
"What?"
Nyota sighed in mild annoyance. "We are being hail..."
"Yes, yes, I know that. But why?" Jim interrupted her, snapping slightly.
"Okay. One, there's no need to be rude about it. And two, if I could read minds, I wouldn't be working here would I?" Nyota snapped back.
"Whatever, patch it though." Jim sighed, not really caring for her talking back.
The image of a new Vulcan appeared on the view screen.
"Stark I presume." Jim enquired through gritted teeth.
"You would be correct, and you are Captain James Kirk?"
"Yes. What do you want?" Jim didn't want to talk to this bastard, but sometimes these things are unavoidable.
"What I want is for Elizabeth McCoy to be returned to me."
Jim's face froze, and a resounding gasp could be heard across the bridge. Silently, Jim signalled Nyota to mute the transmission.
"Someone get the Vulcan delegation up here, and someone else get Spock here, just Spock not Lizzie. NOW!" Jim ordered. He was panicking inside right now. How did Stark learn that Lizzie was on board? There's no way that he could have scanned for her, there was shielding to prevent that sort of thing. Someone must have told him. But how? Transmissions could pass through the shields, and if the modulation of the transmission matched that of the shields, it would be almost undetectable. It would appear that they had a spy on board. Jim was worried about how much more Stark knew.
"Someone go through the transmission logs, any discrepancies, inform me immediately. Someone on this ship is communicating with the rebels, and I want to know who it is." Jim ordered before nodding to Nyota, the mute was lifted. "And why would I do that? She belongs to no one, especially not you."
Stark smirked. "I expect the woman, who is the mother of my son, to return to my side so she can be present as he grows. Is that not what all women want? To watch their children grow and to be present for it?"
Jim's eyes narrowed at the Vulcan on the view screen, his anger levels were rising rather quickly. "There is no way in hell you are taking Caleb away from this ship."
"Ah so his name is Caleb? How human. That will have to be changed." Stark mused to himself more than anyone else. "He is my son Captain. I know what is best for him, every boy needs a father. It is only logical that I be present for the rest of his time to adulthood."
Jim's head turned slightly as he heard someone come onto the bridge, it was Spock, it looked like he had ran here from his or Lizzie's quarters.
Jim allowed himself to smirk. "You know what Stark I agree with you on that point. I boy does need a father, and Caleb has one. But it's not you; you didn't even know his name until just now. The man that Caleb calls his father has just joined me on the bridge. I believe you are familiar with each other."
Jim wanted to antagonise Stark. The wanker deserved it.
Spock stepped forward, anger and hatred clearly etched into the makeup of his face. He was openly displaying emotion; Jim was assured that Spock was pissed.
"So not only have you stolen my woman, you have stolen my child as well." Stark snarled through the view screen.
Spock's voice was surprisingly calm when he answered Stark. "If you are referring to my ko-kugalsu, I have stolen no one; she belongs to no man. And you have no claim over a child who was created through the heinous act of rape. You are a disgrace to all Vulcans."
Stark's face contorted into a fiercer snarl, Jim hadn't thought it could have been possible.

Spock continued. "Not only are you a disgrace to all Vulcans. You have defiled my ko-kugalsu, and the mother of my unborn child. Because of that I wish to call upon the ancient right of a puk-tor, to regain my ashayam's honour, which you stole from her."
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