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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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"Spock!" Jim exclaimed, the exasperation evident in his voice. "Will you stop ignoring me and tell me what the hell you were thinking?"
Jim had been yelling at Spock for about the past five minuets, ever since they had left the bridge in fact. Jim had no idea where they were going, but Spock seemed to know. The Vulcan hadn't said a word since Jim had ordered the view screen to be turned off; Spock had then turned on his heels and strode towards the turbo lift. Jim had leapt out of his chair in order to follow, and had only just made it into the lift before the doors had closed. And since then, Jim had been trying his damnedest to get some sort of a response out of his First Officer.
The doors to the turbo lift opened at the deck of their destination, and without missing a beat, Spock was out the door and half way down the corridor before Jim could even register fully what was going on.
Jogging to try and keep up with the ludicrously large strides of Spock, Jim tried to get him to talk again, even though he knew it was pointless.
"Spock, please. At least tell me where you're going." Jim pleaded. He was so busy trying to get Spock to slow down and talk to him, he didn't see the Vulcan grind to a halt, and couldn't stop himself before he careened into Spock's back.
Feeling Jim slam into his back, Spock turned his head slightly to send the Captain a disgruntled look over his shoulder. Jim stared back at Spock, daring him to say anything. Naturally the Vulcan didn't bite.
Looking around at where they were, Jim was starting to grasp why they were here, but couldn't be fully sure of anything. Spock had stopped outside of his older counterpart's quarters, and was now waiting for entrance to be given. The door hissed open as Spock Prime made an appearance.
That was one sight that Jim could never get used to. Both Spocks standing opposite each other, it was trippy and Jim didn't like it when they did. To be honest, Jim hadn't forgiven Spock Prime for lying about causing paradox should the two of them ever meet.
"Spock." Spock Prime greeted, "Jim. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I require to speak to you on a matter of utmost urgency." Spock spoke with haste.
Jim scowled at Spock whilst mumbling under his breath, "Oh yeah, for him you speak. I've only been trying for the past ten minuets. But oh no, you'll speak to yourself."
Spock Prime looked slightly taken aback by his younger counterpart's request. "Very well, please come in."
"Thank you." And with that Spock passed the other Vulcan into the room, leaving a scandalised Jim stood in the corridor.
"Jim, are you coming?" A slightly amused Spock Prime asked. He had missed Jim. The eclectic Captain had provided many years of entertainment during the time they had spent on the Enterprise together, not that he would have admitted it at the time. It was nice for Spock Prime to be back in the company of his old friend. Jim tended to bring out the best in him. Spock Prime actually let out a slight chortle as Jim, strode past him, slightly bristled.
"So," Spock Prime started, "you have yet to answer my question. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I need you to do something for me." Spock stated, remaining somewhat cryptic.
"Do you have any idea what he's just gone and done?" Jim interjected ranting. "He only just gone and started a fight with Stark. Spock, he'll kill you! And I'll be left to deal with Elizabeth. She won't blame you, no you'll be dead. It'll all be my fault, and doubt I'll possess the ability to father children for much longer."
Jim was pacing as he was ranting. He understood why Spock was doing what he was doing. Jim would be doing the same thing if it was his wife and son on the line, but he had been under the impression that that Elizabeth had forbidden him to even go there, apparently not as the case turned out. But it was still Jim's balls on the line.
Ignoring everything Jim had just said, Spock returned his attention to Spock Prime. "I have called upon the right of puk-tor."
"I see." Spock Prime now looked extremely grave. "And what if it you want me to do about that?"
"Stop him." Jim yelled, still pacing.
"I want you to take Elizabeth and Caleb into your custody. Take them on board a shuttle and leave the area. Protect them, as I may not be able to do so for much longer. The Statistical probability that I will survive this encounter with stark is less than 15.32%, Stark is physically larger and stronger than myself."
Jim's eyes were now bulging out of their sockets. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, regardless he remained silent. He had stopped his pacing and was concentrating fully on what was being said between the two other men in the room.
Spock Prime let a soft smile form on his face. "Spock. Do you really think she will come with me willingly? I know Elizabeth. I know her character better than anyone else, including herself in many cases. She will resist what you have planned, and defy your wishes at every chance she gets."
Spock looked towards the floor, as though he was thinking about what Spock Prime had just said. "That is true. However, as my success in this endeavour is extremely unlikely, I cannot run the risk of her becoming a captive of Stark. He has claimed her to be his own. If I fail he will take her, I cannot allow that."
The strain in Spock's voice was starting to show.
"Again Spock. What allows you to come to the conclusion that Elizabeth will allow anything to happen to her should you be unsuccessful? Also, why is it that you believe that you will fail?" Spock Prime challenged.
"Statistically..."
"Damn statistics for once." Spock Prime interrupted. "Stark may be a rebel towards the Vulcan way, he may have claimed to have embraced his emotions, that does not mean he had control over them."
Jim had never thought that he would hear Spock curse, ok maybe 'damn' wasn't exactly cursing but Jim would take what he could get. But for him to then refuse to acknowledge the path of logic and statistics, well that was just crazy.
"I do not understand." Spock had got the point that his elder self was trying to teach him something, but he was failing to grasp what it was.
"You are half human. For the duration of your life you have repressed your emotions, and yet they have always been a part of you. You may not realise it Spock, bit you have always had some form of control over your emotions. As a child did you not have to live with the constant ridicule from your peers?"
Spock's eyes narrowed slightly in further confusion. "You are fully aware of my childhood."
"That's is beside the point. As a child you were tormented, and yet you only lost your temper once. Am I correct?" Spock Prime continued.
"Yes, but..."
"Don't interrupt, that question was rhetorical. Stark only chooses to experience a handful of emotions. The emotions that aid in the release of endorphins; happiness, lust, ect. Surly you must understand the point I'm making." Spock Prime pushed.
"I'm sorry but no."
Spock Prime let out an exasperated sigh, and rolled his eyes.
Another action that Jim never though he's see Spock do.
Murmuring under his breath to himself Spock Prime said, "I do not remember being this dense." Before turning back to Spock and speaking slowly, told him, "Manipulate him, he doesn't have full control. If you compromise him, make him experience emotions he is unfamiliar with, you will gain the upper hand."
"You are suggesting I cheat?" Spock questioned.
"No Spock." Jim commented. "He's saying that you need to use what you've got already to your advantage. He may be bigger and stronger, but you have other strengths that no other Vulcan has, full emotional control. Piss him off, turn him into a loose cannon and then let him have it. Use his own strengths against him."
Spock frowned slightly. He could not deny that their logic was sound, to an extent.
"What do you suggest I do to 'piss him off'?" He questioned, making eye contact with Jim for the first time since they had left the bridge.
At his question Jim let as slow and creeping grin spread across his face.

Elizabeth was asleep when Spock finally returned to her later that night. He had spent the past three hours with Spock Prime and Jim. Running through hypothetical sequences of how he could defeat Stark, without causing himself extensive damage. Jim, however, had assured Spock that in the worst case scenario, Bones would be on hand to 'patch him up'. The Captain had said he was determined not to let Spock miss the birth of his (Jim's) first godchild. At that Spock had just raised an eyebrow and said he was unaware that he and Elizabeth had chosen 'godparents' of their unborn child. To which Jim replied, 'But I called dibs.' Spock didn't question it any further, meaning to discuss it with Elizabeth at some point.
Elizabeth was presently curled up on the couch in their quarters, an old paperback novel clutched in her hand. She was wearing some of the pants he normally wore to meditate, and one of his old instructor's jackets that he kept on the basis they he may one day require them again. He had never seen her dressed like that, in his clothes. He decided he liked it, even if they drowned her completely; the sleeves were rolled up to her elbow. He had a feeling that they would naturally hang over her hands. He paused to watch her sleep for a little while. He observed how her breathing was light, and how her eye lids fluttered softly against the soft skin of her cheek, he had a sudden urge to gently stroke the side of her face in a soft caress. But he restrained himself.
Leaving her on the couch for a brief moment, Spock quietly entered Caleb's room. Sometimes, Caleb would kick off the sheets in the night, or Cujo would fall from the bed. In either case, Caleb would sleep fitfully, and wake not fully rested. Noticing that on this occasion the sheets had been kicked off, Spock crossed the room and gently tucked Caleb back into bed, gently brushing the hair out of the sleeping boy's face as he did so. Content with the fact that Caleb would sleep soundly, Spock left the room, glancing back once more just to make sure.
Spock made his way back over towards Elizabeth. She had shifted slightly in his absence, so her hair was now fanned out about her face. The rich, thick, locks curing gently around her head, giving her a slightly angelic appearance.
Taking the old novel from her hand, he marked her place and placed it down on the side table. But not without taking a glance at the front cover. It was a battered and very old copy of "The Night Circus" by Erin Morgenstern. That was one of the many aspects of Elizabeth that Spock didn't fully understand, she had a slight obsession with old literature that involved elements of fantasy. She insisted upon having physical books, despite the fact it was far more logical to read for pleasure from a PADD, more novels could be stored in the device which did not take up a great amount of space. But she insisted that "if it didn't look like a book, smell like a book or feel like a book. Then it wasn't a book." Spock didn't fully understand what she meant by that statement, but he accepted it. Regardless there were several shelves devoted to books in their quarters. Most of them devoted to the fantasy genre. She had what she called the old classics; The Lord of the Ring's Trillogy, The complete collocation of the Harry Potter series, The completed works of Kyeelanna of Betazed, the list was endless. But her favourite was "The Night Circus", she had told him at one of their many privet evening meals, that it made her go to a happier place where she could relax properly.
As he turned his attention back to her, he noticed that she was starting to wake slightly. He carefully took a seat on the couch beside her, and waited for her to rouse fully. He allowed a soft smile to form on his lips as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey." She whispered as her eyes focused on him. "What did Jim want?"
"It does not matter." Spock told her softly. He didn't want to cause her anymore distress today. What had transpired in the last four hours could wait till morning.
"Okay." She submitted, as she yawned and stretched. "What time is it?"
"00:15 hours."
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she sat up properly. "Wow, that late. I'll just go check on Caleb and then we can go to bed. I want to talk to you."
Spock stopped her as she made to get up off the couch. "I have just done so. He is sleeping soundly, and it is doubtful that he will wake through the night."
Elizabeth slumped slightly into his side upon hearing that. "Oh. Well then... I'm going to change for bed."
Spock stopped her once again as she tried to leave the couch, but this time it was with a little more force. "No. I like to see you dressed this way." He told her, the tips of his ears tingeing slightly green.
A small coy smile spread across her lips, before Elizabeth spoke. "Good. Your clothes are more comfy than mine are, and they smell like you. But don't think you're still not in trouble for keeping things from me. How did you manage that anyway? I thought that we couldn't keep secrets due to our bond."
"Eventually we will not be able to. However, at this present moment, our bond is only able to allow current thoughts and emotions to be read by the other. We can also block certain thoughts from each other, but it requires a large amount of focus, which is how I prevented you from learning about my intended actions." Spock explained as he drew her closer to his body. "I only did so to keep you from becoming unnecessarily distressed."
Elizabeth lit out a slight sigh in frustration before she seated herself in his lap, straddling him, and resting her forehead against his. "Spock, you keeping things from me causes me distress. You know, you're lucky that Nyota calmed me down. I was all for locking you out tonight."
He didn't say anything in response; he just closed his eyes and tried to pull her closer to him by wrapping his arms around her waist.
Elizabeth let out a short and quiet laugh at Spock's actions, and leaned her head down to place a light kiss on his neck, before resting her head of his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a while. Keeping close and just revelling in each other's company, not really thinking about anything in particular. It was calm and peaceful, almost meditative.
"Elizabeth?" Spock questioned after an indeterminable amount of time.
"Hm?"
"Would you be willing to complete our bond? Truly become my life partner?" He question was cautious; he did not want to upset her in anyway.
Elizabeth sat up again in his lap, and looking him straight in the eye. She could sense his caution, and hope that she would agree. Despite this, a small frown marred her features. "Spock, you know I am. Sure I was pissed with you earlier for being a dumbass, but I still love you and want to spend my life with you."
She didn't know where he was going with this; he was mentally blocking her. Again.
"I mean now Elizabeth. Would you be willing to bond with me now?"
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