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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's immediate stance sharpened in response to seeing Spock's brother. "Sybok, to what do we owe this pleasure?"
Jim was not best pleased to see a member of the rebel forces, though a small part of him was glad it was Sybok and not Stark.
"Captain Kirk, please I do not have much time before I am discovered. Stark is launching a dishonest attack on your ship; he plans to remove Elizabeth McCoy and her child by force. He has little to no intention of honouring the puk-tor instigated by my younger brother. You must act quickly or your efforts will be for nought." Sybok spoke quickly, adding to the sense of urgency he was displaying in his voice.
"Daddy, who's the scary man?" Caleb whispered quietly to Spock, sounding like he was almost on the verge of tears. "Why is he saying that someone's gonna take me and Momma away?"
"That is Sybok, my elder brother, and no one is going to take you and your mother away." Spock spoke quietly to Caleb, who was now clutching onto his father's shirt in apprehensive fear.
"When is Stark planning on launching his attack?" Jim demanded, the panic he was feeling showing through in his voice.
"Within the hour. He has a man onboard your ship. A Vulcan by the name of Sepek." Sybok spoke whilst looking over his shoulder as if in panic. A few seconds passed, and then Sybok seemed to relax slightly.
"Jim, Sepek is one of my father's aids." Spock stated whilst standing, shifting Caleb in his arms to accommodate him.
"Spock." Sybok greeted.
"Brother." Spock acknowledged with a slight bowing of his head.
"I believe congratulations are in order little brother, on your recent nuptials." Sybok spoke with a slightly proud edge to his voice, with a more tender undertone interwoven. "I have been monitoring and blocking the transmissions from the Enterprise from the others on this ship. Elizabeth spoke to her mother earlier this day, and informed her of what has transpired between you."
There was a resounding gasp of surprise from across the bridge at this new piece of information. Many members of crew were aware of the relationship between Spock and the chef from the Officer's Mess, but none of them had suspected it to have progressed to such a level that would allow marriage to be acceptable.
"Thank you, but why are you informing me of Stark's intentions?" Spock had good grounds to be suspicious and Sybok both knew and understood that.
"Stark is hungry for power, not for emotional liberation. He has taken over my movement and bastardised it. Furthermore, he has threatened to harm you. You are my brother and no interference from the Vulcan high council can change that, I do not wish to see you injured physically or emotionally. Because of that I will do whatever I can to prevent Stark in succeeding with his plans." Sybok looked on edge again; he was glancing over his shoulder ever few seconds. "I must go. Again little brother, congratulations to you and your family."
And with that Sybok was gone, leaving the bridge in a state of uncomfortable silence.
Jim's mind was working in overdrive, he needed to converge an immediate meeting, send security to intercept Sepek and have Elizabeth and Caleb placed in protective custody. To be honest he needed two of him. It would be a bad idea to put the ship on red alert, which would signify to everyone on board that there was a problem, and that meant Sepek as well. The red alert would have to wait until Sepek was in custody.
"Jim." Spock addresses his friend and Captain. "I have a potential hypothesis that has a 23.75 per cent of providing a positive outcome."
Caleb was still clutched in Spock's arms, and it appeared that he had no intention of putting the child down at any point in the near future.
"Is it so hard for you to just say you had a good idea?" A snide voice questioned from the back of the bridge, causing everyone to turn and look in that general directions. The collective of the room's eyes soon fell upon their CMO, who was presently glaring at the half Vulcan.
"I did not have a 'good idea'. I have devised a potential way in which to prevent a less than ideal situation for myself, my wife, Caleb and by association, yourself." Spock countered. It was generally amusing to most others when Spock spoke like this, it would sound like he was being sarcastic, but all who knew him and knew of his race also knew what he had just said was done so with absolute seriousness.
Spock turned back to Jim. "Elizabeth is on her way to the bridge, I would suggest..."
"How in the hell do you know that?" Bones questioned again, interrupting Spock in the process.
"Bones!" Jim frowned. "Stop it! You two can fight later. We're in the middle of a crisis."
"As I was saying. I would suggest that Elizabeth and Caleb be taken to the quarters of Spock Prime by a security team. I trust him with my family." Spock finished, still supporting Caleb against his body.
"Well that's just too bad." Another voice chimed in.
Once again the attention of the bridge crew was focused upon the turbo lift doors, were a very harassed looking Elizabeth stood with her hands on her hips.
"If you think that I'm letting you out of my sight, you've got another thing coming." She stated with absolute seriousness. "You'll just go off and risk your damn life, get yourself killed and leave me with two kids under the age of six."
"Technically, should you be in the presence of Spock Prime, who is also me." Spock didn't want Elizabeth to get involved. He needed her safe. The primal urge to protect what was his was kicking in; it had done a while ago. "So you would not be letting me out of your sight."
"Don't you go getting smart on me." Elizabeth snapped, as she stormed across the Bridge, a sea of officers and crewmen parting in her wake. She came to a stop in front of Spock and looked up into his eyes. His very human eyes, she could now see the concern they held for her and Caleb's safety. Still looking up into his eyes she spoke softly, allowing her own eyes to tear up for added effect. "I know what you're planning, and I forbid you to even think of trying to pull it off."
'Elizabeth. Please, I cannot lose you.' Spock pleaded silently.
'And what makes you think I can stand the idea of losing you?' She asked. 'I've just married my husband; don't take him away from me now.'
'I cannot assure your safety of you remain with me.' Spock reached for her hand with his free one; he cupped it and held it to his chest.
It was a very intimate moment that was in a very public setting, and yet if felt as though they were the only people in the Universe at that moment. Elizabeth and Spock's eyes were locked into each other and Caleb was clutching onto the man he called his father, watching the two of them in silence.
'And I need you to stay alive and breathing.' Elizabeth countered again. 'I do not know what I'd do if I lost you.'
Spock drew her body closer to his; he embraced her gently and pressed his head against her own. Breathing deeply he took in her scent, as though he were committing it to memory.
'I am sorry.'
Elizabeth pulled away slightly to peer up at him, confusion filled her eyes, as Spock's finger's ghosted over her cheek and down her neck. Before Elizabeth could even fathom what he was doing, his hand had quickly pinched the nerves in the juncture of her neck and shoulder, causing her to fall into a dead faint. With equal speed, Spock manoeuvred himself to act as a support for her limp body, thus preventing her from hitting the floor.
"Momma!" Caleb cried out at the same time that Bones called out her name. Caleb started struggling in Spock's arms, desperate to get to his mother.
"What the hell have you just done to my sister?" Bones demanded, already at Elizabeth's side running a scan over her unconscious form, which was propped up against Spock's body. "What kind of Vulcan voodoo is this?"
"Elizabeth is fine, she is not harmed." Spock spoke evenly and calmly.
"Really! I find that hard to believe. She's out cold you green-blooded, pointy eared, emotionless bast..."
"Enough!" Jim yelled. He was getting really sick of the animosity between Spock and Bones. An attack was about to be launched on his ship, and they were having a domestic. "You can all go to family counselling later; right now we have bigger and far more serious problems."
"But Jim, Lizzie is..." Bones tried to argue.
"I said enough! She's fine Bones. It was just a nerve pinch; she'll wake up again in a few hours. The worst she'll be is extremely pissed." Jim explained. "Uhura, take Caleb and go down to Spock Prime's quarters. Sulu go with her and carry Lizzie. Take a security team, and high tail your asses back up here as soon as possible. Make sure they are safe and secure, I don't want anyone to harm them."
Uhura and Sulu quickly scuttled across the bridge, collecting their respective charges, despite clear, but silent, complaints of both Spock and Bones. Other than the sound of movement and the quiet sobs of Caleb, who was completely confused about what was going on; the bridge was silent and waiting for further instruction.
"Senior officers, my ready room. Now!" Jim barked the order as he was moving across the room.

The senior officers were now crammed into Jim's ready room. A room that had never seemed so small before. It had taken a while for everyone to assemble; Scotty was playing around with the left Warp Nacelle and couldn't be drawn away until Jim threatened bodily harm.
"Right then Spock what's this idea of yours." Jim asked, with a scowl fixed upon his normally smooth features.
"I suggest that I board the other ship, possibly with the aid of my elder brother, and confront Stark myself before he has a change of gaining access to the Enterprise." Spock started fluently and efficiently.
"Alone?" Jim enquired, knowing the answer before it was given.
"Yes."
"No." Jim was fully prepared for an argument, and he knew that Spock was privy to this information as well.
"Captain, I do not wish for anyone else to be harmed in this escapade." Spock relayed. His face displayed no emotion. "Stark has a quarrel with myself, there is no need for any additional parties to be injured on my behalf."
"Spock, we're members of the crew of the Enterprise, the flag ship of Starfleet and we protect our own. You, Elizabeth and Caleb all fall into the category of 'our own', so suck up to the fact that you're not going in there alone. I'm coming with you."
Spock knew it was futile to resist. Jim had fixed him with a look that was daring him to even try an oppose him. Spock could argue about adhering to protocol, about the fact that Jim wasn't supposed to leave the ship, but there was no point. Spock knew he would be wasting his time and his efforts. That much had become blatantly apparent over the past seven years.
"I presume it would be futile to attempt to dissuade you from pursuing this line of action Captain. Yet as First Officer, it is my duty to remind you that according to Starfleet regulation it is not recommended that you leave the Enterprise without a Captain."
"Damn right it's futile."

Spock Prime would have been lying if he said that he had been surprised when Nyota as Sulu appeared at his quarters with an unconscious Elizabeth and a simpering Caleb. He may not have been directly involved in the running's of the Enterprise in this time zone, but he was fully aware of what was going on. His younger counterpart's command codes were the same, so he could access the computers mainframe when he wanted, not that he couldn't have hacked into the system if he wanted, but doing things by the book were easier. He granted the small group access to his rooms, noticing in the process that a security team was now stationed by the door.
"I presume a threat has been made regarding her." Spock prime spoke quietly to Sulu.
"Yes." Sulu replied, also speaking quietly. "The Captain and the other Spock seemed to think that she would be safest with you."
"I understand. Tell me, is the ambassador safe?"
"As far as I am aware Sir." Sulu stated with a look of curious wonder on his face.
"Very well, contact the Ambassador and have him come here. Inform him it would be best for him to come alone. Caleb requires someone with whom his feels secure with whilst his mother is unconscious."
"Yes Sir, I'll see to it right away." Sulu spoke quickly, desperate to find out what was going on back on the bridge.
"Make sure he comes alone." Spock Prime added as Sulu slipped out of the door way and past the newly stationed security team. Spock Prime knew the Sulu had heard him, and would make sure his request was met.
He turned to Nyota, who still had Caleb encircled in her arms. She was whispering quietly to him, trying to comfort him. It was clear the Caleb didn't understand what was going on and it was only causing him further distress.
"Nyota," Spock Prime spoke softly, but it was loud enough for her to hear him. "Go. You are needed on the bridge. He'll be safe here, I will protect him. Furthermore, Ambassador Sarek is on his way. Caleb feels safe with him; you have nothing to worry about."
Nyota looked torn as she pulled Caleb slightly closer to her body in a tighter hug, as she looked over at one of her closest female friends on the ship. She observed how peaceful Elizabeth looked on the couch. It was like she was sleeping, and not unconscious from a nerve pinch. She wanted to stay with Elizabeth and Caleb; she wanted to make sure that they were okay. But, she knew that she was expected to be back on the bridge and to do her job. She sighed in defeat, knowing that she needed to go and do her job. She wanted to make sure that Elizabeth would be okay, and the only way that she could do that was to make sure that Spock and go and get himself killed.
"Caleb, sweetie, I have to go now. I have to go and help your Daddy and your Uncle Jim, and make sure they're okay so they can look after you and your Mom." Nyota paused. Her heart was braking at the look of panic that flitted across Caleb's face. "Oh sweetie. I'm sorry but I have to go. You and your Mom will be safe here. Mr Prime is gonna look after you until Ambassador Sarek get here."
"Grandpa's coming to look after me and Momma?" Caleb asked, brightening up a little bit.
"Yea he is. Mr Prime has asked him to come and see you. He's gonna be here soon." Nyota pulled the little boy back into a tight hug, before getting to her feet and leaving, casting a longing glance over her shoulder as she did.
Once Caleb was alone with his mother and Mr Prime, a stony silence passed over the room. He had spent a small amount of time with the elder Vulcan, but not enough for him to feel completely comfortable. Right now Caleb needed someone to hold him and tell him everything was okay, even if it wasn't. He just needed the re-assurance. His eyes were fixed on his feet, and so he didn't notice when Spock Prime took up a seat next to him.
"Caleb." Spock Prime started, causing the child to jump at the sound of his voice. "You have nothing to be concerned with. Your mother is fine, she will wake up soon."
"But what about Daddy? He said he was going to fight the man who wants to take me and Momma away, but then Momma said he wasn't allowed, but now she won't wake up and I'm scared." Caleb was close to tears again.
Spock Prime then did something he hadn't done in a long time. He gently took a hold of Caleb and pulled him onto his lap, cradling him against his chest. He resisted the urge to smile softly at the feeling of Caleb latching onto his clothing as a source of comfort. The last time Spock Prime had felt anything remotely like this was when his youngest grandson had been this age, and he hadn't believed that he would ever have a child cuddled into him ever again.
His family was often on his mind, he wouldn't deny himself thinking about them, even if it caused immense pain to do so. He missed them, his children and grandchildren were the main thing that had kept him going after Elizabeth had passed away. He longed to see his five grandsons and four granddaughters again, to have them call him Grandpa and come to him when they had fallen out with their own parents. He missed mediating the arguments between his children and grandchildren; he missed the calls from Simone, his youngest daughter, when she would ask him for parenting advice on how to deal with the twins when they were driving her to the end of her patience. He missed the Saturday afternoons when all of his children; Caleb, David, Gregory, James, Amanda and Simone, came to his home with their families and shared a meal together. It he been something that his Elizabeth had insisted upon when she had been alive, and it was because of this that they kept the tradition going.
Out of all of his children Simone was by far the closest to what Elizabeth had been like, and for that she held a special place in his heart, he loved all of his children the same amount, but it was known by the whole family that Simone was a 'Daddy's girl', and like her mother she was a chef in her own restaurant. Caleb and Amanda had followed him into the line of Politics and worked closely with him at the Embassy, where Caleb would often argue with him about various political issues. David had enrolled at the Vulcan Science Academy as soon as he was old enough and had been pursuing a fruitful career researching Warp felid technology. But it was the twins, Gregory and James, who had followed in the footsteps of their father and had enlisted at Starfleet. And now he was comforting the very boy who had opposed him so much in his own time line.
At first Caleb and him had not seen eye to eye. But then again, Caleb was fully aware of his origins when Spock Prime had met him, and because of this Caleb had been more than slightly opposed to the idea of his mother becoming involved with a person from Vulcan origins. Over time the hostility between the two died down, but it took the better part of two decades for Caleb to relent and accept Spock Prime as a father figure.
The two half Vulcan's simply sat there in silence for an indeterminable amount of time. Caleb seeking comfort in an adult, and Spock Prime reminiscing about the life he had left. Yet, the arrival of Sarek disturbed the quiet, almost meditative peace that had fallen over the room.
"What is going on?" Sarek demanded as soon as the doors closed behind him. He wanted to know why he had been summoned here, and why he was required to do so alone.
"Grandpa!" Caleb exclaimed as he launched himself out of Spock Prime's grasp and towards the man he now considered a grandfather, wrapping his small arms around Sarek's waist.
The elder Vulcan looked alarmed at Caleb's actions. His own sons had never behaved like this with him in their youth, and now he was being hugged by a child. Regardless of his alarm, Sarek forced himself to relax slightly, and placed a gentle hand on top of Caleb's head as a source of comfort, in the same way his wife had with Spock when he was a child.
"An interesting turn of events had taken place. Spock, I presume, is intending to launch a surprise attack upon the rebel forces. Elizabeth and Caleb have been brought here for their protection. It would appear that Spock believes that they will be safe under my care." Spock Prime relayed.
Sarek simply nodded in understanding, knowing full well that Spock Prime was retaining some information from him. The older version of his son often did, but that was a protective measure, and Sarek understood that.
"Grandpa? When is Daddy coming back?" Caleb's voice was muffled, but it was clear enough to understand what he was saying.
"I do not know Caleb." Sarek answered, looking down at the small child who was most defiantly a member of his family now. "The most agreeable answer to your question would be soon."

Spock was standing in the transporter room. He was waiting for Jim to arrive and then their plan would be put into action. Despite the fact that the Nerada incident had taken place a considerable amount of time ago, the equation that had been used by Jim and Scotty to board the Enterprise whilst she was at Warp was not common knowledge. In fact the majority of Starfleet were ignorant to its existence, and it was going to remain that way for the indeterminate future; but they were going to use it today. As soon as he and Jim were ready, the Enterprise would jump to Warp, heading back towards the Alpha quadrant. The idea was that Stark would then have his ship follow them as he wanted Caleb and Elizabeth. Spock and Jim would then transport onto Stark's ship whilst still travelling at Warp.
The plan was not fool proof, and Spock was fully aware that the odds were not stacked in their favour. But appearing on the rebel ship when, as far as the rebels were aware, it was impossible to transport from one point to another whilst travelling at such speeds, would aid in providing an element of surprise. After that point in the plan the particulars became rather 'sketchy' as Jim put it.
"Spock." Jim called as he entered the room, Scotty and Bones close on his heels.
"Captain." Spock acknowledged. "Are we ready to begin?"
"Just a moment, then we'll be ready to go." Jim told Spock before turning to Bones and Scotty. "Remember, under no circumstances do you come back for us unless you have confirmation from either myself or Spock using one of our personal command codes. We're entering a hostile territory and I can't have this ship captured should everything go tits up."
"Trus' me Cap'n. I'll not be lettin ma bonny lass get into the han's of anyone, unless it's over ma dead body." Scotty reassured Jim, meeting his eyes to reinforce the statement.
"Thanks Scotty." Jim smiled at his Chief Engineer. He was grateful that someone other than himself was just as dedicated to his ship.
Meanwhile, Bones was murmuring in the corner about never being able to understand Scotty's overly emotional attachment towards a hunk of metal.
"Well," Jim announced clapping his hands, "it's just about time we get going. Isn't it Spock?"
"Indeed." Spock answered the rhetorical question as Jim took his place on the transporter pad.
"Just don't get yourselves killed." Bones spoke up. "I don't fancy having to tell my sister that you've both gone and got yourselves blow up."
"Bones, I have no intention of dying today. That would be a no win situation, and I don't believe in them. But you know that anyway." Jim responded to his best friend, grinning. "Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing Spock have to try and explain what he did to her. That's my added incentive to stay alive."
Bones just rolled his eyes at Jim's stupidity. But inside he was sending out a silent prayer that both Jim and Spock would survive this.
"Kirk to Sulu."
"Sulu here Sir." Sulu answered after a few seconds delay.
"Let's punch it."
"Yes Sir."
A slight jolt was felt throughout the ship as it jumped from standing to warp speed.
"Kirk to Chekov, are they following us?" Jim asked anxiously. Their whole plan relied on Stark following in them.
"Yes Sir."
"Alrighty then Scotty, energise."
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