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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

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When Elizabeth McCoy woke up that morning, she couldn't prevent the wide and borderline cheesy smile that spread itself across her face as the memories of the night before came flooding back. She was now Spock's wife, his life partner, and nothing could take that fact away from her. She could hear him in the shower as she sat up, resting her back against the head board of the bed, their bed. She reached up her left hand to push her hair out of her face, but paused when something shiny caught the light.
Elizabeth peered down at her hand and the band of metal that was sitting daintily upon her ring finger. It was beautiful. Silver in appearance, but it shone like gold, with a line of three green jewels pressed into the design. She was still staring at the ring when Spock re-emerged, dripping slightly, and wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
'I trust that the ring is acceptable?' He queried as he sat down beside her.
Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Yes of course, it's beautiful. But, why?"
Spock's eye brow rose slightly, both at her question, and her remaining use of verbal communication. "I believe it is common practice for wedded couples to wear wedding bands as a public display of their bond."
"Sure it is." She agreed, her eyes darting down to his hand only to notice that he too was sporting a band on his left hand. "But where did it, they, come from? When did I start wearing this one? You are aware that it is more common for husbands and wives to exchange rings rather than just wake up wearing one, right?"
Spock had not anticipated the barrage of questions Elizabeth had just presented him with, regardless he answered them. "The ring you are wearing corresponds with a design that my mother was planning on having commissioned, should I ever choose to marry. I inputted the design into one of the ship's replicators soon after your pregnancy was discovered. Soon after you fell asleep, I placed the ring on your finger. Being that our initial bonding was, in a sense, an unplanned surprise, it seemed... appropriate, that the wedding bands were as well, at least on your part."
"Oh." Elizabeth was taken aback by the information she had just been presented with. Spock could be so sweet at times, and his didn't even realise it more often than not. She looked back down at the ring, looking at it in a different light now that she knew that Amanda Greyson had designed it. "It's beautiful Spock. Thank you."
Elizabeth moved up onto her knees, and pressed a chaste kiss on Spock's lips before hopping off the bed and going for a shower herself. Pausing at the door, she looked over her shoulder, noticing that Spock was staring after her, and paying particular attention to her bare backside.
"Oh could you do me a favour and go and get Caleb up? He has an early lesson with Pavel this morning." She asked without waiting for an answer.

"This is unacceptable!" Stark yelled at the small contingency that was gathered before him. "What it taking so long?"
"I'm sorry sir, we have... encountered complications." A nervous looking Andorian stuttered.
"Do I look like I care about your complications? I want my son and his mother on this ship and I want them here now! And someone else get me Spock's head on a platter!" Stark was still yelling. "Why hasn't anyone contacted Sepek? Utilise the man inside the enemy's camp."
"We have been trying sir. The Enterprise has been monitoring all transmissions from our ship and theirs."
"Still don't care, fix the problem." Stark ordered.
"Please Sir?" The nervous looking Andorian asked. "But how do we do that? You yourself agreed to fight an honourable battle with Commander Spock; I do not understand how we will be able to 'fix the problem'."
Stark scoffed. "My plans have nothing to do with you and your pathetic opinions. If someone doesn't board the Enterprise and fetch me my child and his mother within the next hour, someone's going to lose their life. Understood?"
A panicked chorus of 'Yes Sir's' spouted forth, before the collection of followers quickly dissipated.
"I warned you Stark." Came the ominous sounding voice of Sybok from the shadows of the room. "I warned you about hurting my brother."
"I don't care, what are you going to do about it? Your bastard of a brother has stolen from me, and I want what belongs to me back." Stark snarled in the general direction of the voice as Sybok was still shrouded in shadow.
Sybok's booming laughter filled the room as he emerged from the corner of the room and into the dim lighting. "You haven't had a claim over Elizabeth McCoy for a long time Stark. I know what you did; you should really work harder at maintaining your mental defences. Our movement is supposed to be one of emotional freedom; you have turned it into one of war and destruction. Do you really think that the people onboard this ship will follow you if they find out that you are a rapist?"
"Is that a threat?"
"No it is a fact."

"What the hell has got you so chipper?" Bones snapped at his sister as she bounced over to greet him.
The day hadn't even started yet and he was already in a foul mood. He had woken up feeling like there was something wrong, like something had happened. I knew about the challenge Spock had put up against Stark. Jim had swung by the night before and told him. At the time he couldn't have cared less, being that he had been absolutely balddered, but now he was irritated with the Vulcan for acting so quickly and playing with his sister's heart.
"Do I need an excuse to be happy?" Elizabeth questioned and handed him a mug of something.
"Yes you do." Bones retaliated whilst sniffing what he had just been given and pulling a face. "What the hell is this crap?"
"Green Tea, infused with apple and pear. It's for your hangover, which you're not fooling anyone about Leo." Elizabeth told him, whilst steering him over to a seat so he could eat something. "Plus, Jim gave me a heads up that you'd be extra crabby this morning."
Elizabeth gently squeezed his shoulders once he was sat down, and was about to turn to leave and get him some food. But Bones caught her left wrist in his hand, pulling her back so he could see her hand properly.
"What the hell is this?" He shrieked, drawing the attention of the room towards the McCoy siblings.
"That would be a ring Leo." Elizabeth spoke slowly. It was as though she were speaking to a remedial child.
"But, you're not married yet! You shouldn't be wearing a ring! It's bad luck!" Bones was still shrieking.
"In the galley." Elizabeth commanded. "NOW!"
The last thing Elizabeth wanted right now was to draw any more attention to the present situation, and it was clear that Leo wasn't going to let this go without a full blown argument, or at least a very heated argument. She rolled her eyes at her elder brother as he flounced across the room, banging his way into her galley.
"So why are you wearing a ring?" Bones demanded the second that Elizabeth joined him in the galley.
"It's common practice for wedded couples to wear wedding bands as a public display of their bond." Elizabeth quoted Spock to her brother.
In any other situation, and if it wasn't her, Elizabeth would have laughed at the way Leo's eyes went wide and how quickly he seemed to go pale. He didn't say anything for a while; he was just staring at her with his eyes bulging out of his head. She just let him stare, and she couldn't really give a damn about what he was thinking. So she just busied herself about the galley.
"When did you get married?" Bones managed to choke out, after being silent for about five minutes.
"Last night." She responded, nonchalantly.
"What?" Bones gasped.
"Last night, Spock and I completed our bonding ceremony. He is now my husband, Caleb's father and your brother-in-law. So get used to it."
"That green blooded hobgoblin is not a member of my family!" Bones snarled.
"Yes he is!" Elizabeth insisted. "So get over yourself and climb down off of that high horse before it throws you off."
"He's not! Not until his name is put in the McCoy family bible he's not. And Ma will never accept the fact that you've married an alien." Bones argued back, smirking slightly thinking he had won.
So he was confused when Elizabeth started laughing at him.
"That's funny, because I spoke to Ma this morning before work. She's fine by the way. And I told her all about Spock and that I'm happy and we're married. She knows that Caleb likes him and calls him 'daddy'. Sure she was disappointed that she hasn't met him yet, but she accepts that fact that he's my husband. Oh and what do you know, she wrote his name in the bible in front of me." Elizabeth sniped back, ginning at the increasing look of horror that was growing on Bones's face.
"Now if you'll excuse me Leo. I have lunch to start preparing."
And with that, she herded her stunned brother out of the galley.

"Daddy!" Caleb called out as he ran onto the bridge, an exhausted looking Pavel lunging after him, but failing to catch him.
Spock looked over his shoulder with enough time to see a small figure hurtling itself towards him. Spock winced slightly as Caleb collided with his leg. It was almost unbelievable how strong and solid the child was at times.
The collision didn't seem to hinder Caleb in any way, as he promptly climbed his way into Spock's lap, and wrapping his small arms around Spock's neck. Without thinking about it, as he was now used to Caleb's frequent displayed of public affection, Spock curled one of his arms around his Step-Son's back, holding him close to his body.
Caleb pulled back, a grin on his face, before manoeuvring himself to sit sideways on Spock's knee. Spock, again without thinking, kept one arm around Caleb to keep him in place.
The father and son were completely oblivious to the fact that every single person on the bridge was watching them. The men being a mixture of shocked and curious, shocked that their Vulcan First Officer seemed to be completely at ease with someone else touching him and curious about how good Elizabeth must be in bed to warrant Spock to be willing to put up with her kid. The women on the other hand, were practically swooning over the idea of finding a man that was so accepting of such a difficult situation. Many of them had never looked at Spock in a romantic light before, but he was becoming downright sexy now that he was unavailable.
"Was your lesson with Ensign Chekov suitable?" Spock asked quietly.
"Yea. He taught me about indices and how to use them." Caleb explained, fiddling slightly with the sleeve of Spock's uniform. "I don't really like indices."
Spock suppressed a small smile at Caleb's commentary about mathematical workings. He was talented when it came to mathematics, but it was clear that he had no real care for the subject. Caleb was, of course, his mother's sone was hhhhhh. A woman who's mind was configured more towards the arts.
"Perhaps it would be more appropriate for Ensign Chekov to move onto a different area, as you are not fond of indices." Spock suggested, knowing that if Caleb didn't like something, he would quickly lose interest and become disengaged.
Caleb gave a non-committal grunt, as he watched Spock working.
"What'cha doing?"
"I am constructing a series of simulations to compose the best way in which to solve a problem that the Enterprise has encountered." Spock informed Caleb. He kept purposely vague; he didn't need Caleb to know that the simulations were in regards to his impending fight with Stark.
"Does this problem have somet' to do with that other ship?" Caleb asked, still playing with Spock's sleeve. "Is that bad man gonna try and hurt you, or momma?"
Spock tensed at Caleb's questions. He reached out to Elizabeth with his mind; he needed some advice about what to do.
'Elizabeth.'
'Hi Sweetie.' Elizabeth answered, she sounded so cheerful and happy. But she soon picked up on the concerned tone of Spock's mind. 'What's wrong?'
'Caleb knows about Stark's ship.' He responded gravely.
'What?' The tone of her thoughts were loud, she was worried and starting to panic. 'How?'
'I do not know.'
'Well ask him!' She demanded, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was really.
"Caleb." Spock started, fully aware that Elizabeth was listening in on the conversation through his mind. "How do you know about the other ship?"
Caleb's eyes were calm as he looked up at his step-father, and with a tone of absolute innocence in his voice answered, "Grown-ups talk about it. I hear things. I'm four, not stupid."
"Which grown-ups, Caleb?" Spock asked again, feeling the question being pressed into his mind by Elizabeth.
"Uncle Bones, Uncle Jim and some others in the mess. They talk about stuff all the time." Caleb responded, not really knowing the implications of what he was saying.
'I'm coming up there! This is a disaster!' Elizabeth fumed before tearing out of the galley, startling an unsuspecting crewman as she flew past him, causing him to drop and break whatever he was carrying at the time. 'When I get my hands on him, I'm gonna kill my brother!'
Just then Jim chose to saunter onto the bridge, and seeing his friend and favourite (only) nephew, made a bee-line for the science station. Admittedly, Jim was pleasantly surprised to see Caleb in Spock's lap. As far as he was aware, Spock was still into the no touching thing, apparently not anymore.
"Uncle Jim!" Caleb called out excitedly.
"Hey there Sport. How's my favourite nephew?" Jim asked ruffling Caleb's hair, causing the little boy to grin.
"I'm your only nephew."
"That doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have a favourite." Jim grinned, before his eyes scanned over the panel that Spock was working on, but his eyes were drawn to the metal band on Spock's left hand. "Spock is that a wedding ring?"
"Captain!" Nyota called out from across the bridge before Spock could answer. Her concerned tone of voice immediately pulled Jim back into 'Captain' mode.
"What is it?"
"We're receiving a transmission from the rebel ship; it's on a secure channel."
Jim's eye brows rose to meet his hair line. A secure channel was odd, something didn't fit right. "Patch it through."

Within seconds the face of Sybok appeared to the bridge.
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