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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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If there was one thing in the whole Universe that Jim was certain of, it was that he would never get used to the feeling of being transported whilst travelling at warp speed. Being transported normally was bad enough. Having your very particles broken down and projected somewhere else, but to do this whilst travelling beyond the speed of light was more than nauseating. So when Jim next opened his eyes, he was relieved to see himself standing in what appeared to be a cargo bay surrounded by different crates, with a determined looking Spock beside him.
Despite the extreme gravity of the situation they were in, Jim couldn't help but feel extremely grateful that everything so far had worked. The last time Jim had been transported like this, the end result had been less than successful. It appeared that Scotty had been practicing; Jim just hoped that the dogs of the universe were still safe at home with their owners and not god only knows where.
Jim's eyes trailed over the area he and Spock were crouched in. It appeared they were in some sort of storage locker. There were creates everywhere, but Jim couldn't read the writing on the side of them. He understood the principles of alien languages, but had never really had the aptitude for them.
"So were to now Mr Spock?" Jim asked. He was getting antsy from remaining in the same place for too long in a less than hospitable environment. Plus he had noticed the Spock was fiddling about with one of his instruments.
"I cannot seem to locate any specific individual Jim. There appears to be a jamming signal preventing the scanner from working correctly." Spock's voice was tense with frustration.
"The handy work of your brother no doubt." Jim commented, both praising and cursing Sybok at the same time. The jamming signal was most likely to hide them from the ships internal scanners, but at the same time was making their job ten times harder. "You know, I'm glad that he appears to be on our side for the time being."
Spock simply raised an eye brow at Jim's comment. "Indeed."
"Alrighty then," Jim started, "Well, I'm gonna suggest that we move in the tried and tested, classic search and rescue routine. Accept this time its search and capture, and I mean it when I say capture Spock. Try not to kill him, I know you want to and that's what you agreed to in the Vulcan right thing. But I will not have you living with the blood of a man on your hands. I'll make it an order, if it makes things easier on you in the long run."
Spock's eyes seemed to darken slightly, and that look worried Jim a little.
"Yes Captain." Came Spock's almost gritted answer. Regardless, the statement made Jim feel a little bit more at ease with the whole situation.

Back on the Enterprise, Elizabeth McCoy was slowly beginning to regain consciousness. Her head was killing her, and her first priority, once she regained control of her motor functions was to assess the condition of her children. She had a feeling that the baby was fine, but she didn't know about Caleb, and that alone scared her beyond belief. She forced her eyes to open, but quickly closed them again when the overhead lights caused a searing pain to flash through her head, she grunted at the intensity of the pain.
Within seconds of the sound leaving her dry and cracked lips, Elizabeth felt a presence at her side and a soothing cold hand press against her forehead. The coolness of the hand was soothing for her headache, which was a strange sensation. As if the person beside her could read her mind, a voice, on that she recognised but couldn't quite place just yet, requested that the computer dim the lights. Despite this, Elizabeth kept her eyes closed, not really trusting them not to hurt if she did in fact open them again.
"I know that you are awake Lizzie." The voice sounded again. "Please open your eyes, the light will not cause you anymore discomfort."
Elizabeth made no effort to open her eyes. In fact it seemed like she screwed them up even more to prevent any excess light from filtering in.
Sensing her hesitation the voice once again spoke to her. "Trust me. I have never led you astray, and I refuse to start now Elizabeth McCoy. So, I ask again, please open your eyes. You are safe here; no one is going to harm you or the children."
Hearing the bit about her children was enough for Elizabeth to allow her eyes to flicker open. She peered up at the face that loomed above her. It was a face that she knew well, very well.
"Spock?"
Spock Prime smiled down at her. Elizabeth found herself longing for the day when her Spock would smile so openly at her. He did now, from time to time. But it was a rare occurrence.
"Yes my dear." Spock Prime answered as he helped her to sit up fully.
"What happened?" She asked, sounding a little bit dazed still, but her voice picked up a panicked tone when she asked, "Where's Caleb?"
Spock Prime gently took a hold of Elizabeth's arms to restrain her slightly. "Caleb is fine. He is with my father. He is currently sleeping; it has been a long day for him." His voice was low and calm. He did not want to risk upsetting her anymore than necessary; it would not be beneficial to her or the baby she was carrying. Technically, his baby, but that was a separate matter all together.
"Can I see him?" Elizabeth asked. Her own voice having returned to her normal tone.
"Let him sleep. It will not be long before he wakes, and he will want to see you." Spock Prime reasoned.
Elizabeth looked crest fallen at the statement, but nodded her compliance all the same. "Can you please tell me what happened, my memory appears to be a bit fuzzy."
Spock Prime knew that he would regret this next part of this conversation, but he knew that it was a necessary evil in the universe. He knew full well that Elizabeth would be angered by his younger counterpart's actions, despite the vast amounts of logic that backed the up. Spock Prime remembered the numerous times when he had 'been in the dog house' with his own Elizabeth. Life with her then had been rather unpleasant, and despite envying his younger self on many levels regarding Elizabeth, knowing what was in store for him when Spock returned made Spock Prime glad that it wouldn't be focused on him.
"What do you remember?"
Elizabeth frowned, causing her forehead to crease in an adorable way, at least in Spock Prime's opinion. "I remember being worried, and scared, and mad. I was defiantly mad, at... at you, but not you. Younger you. He was being an idiot. I was yelling at him, and then... and then he hugged me. Told me he was sorry and then nothing."
Elizabeth was crying silently. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, and the hidden emotion in Spock Prime's eyes was doing nothing to elevate that feeling. But she couldn't help the small smile that ghosted over her face as Spock Prime leaned over to her and wiped away the tears from her face.
"Please, tell me what happened. Where is my Spock? Please tell me he's safe." She begged.
"Spock, my younger self, performed what has commonly known as a Vulcan nerve pinch. It is a defensive skill taught to most Vulcan adolescents that renders an opponent unconscious, but does not cause any other damage to said opponent." Spock Prime explained, his voice remained calm, bit it held a level of graveness to it that made Elizabeth uncomfortable.
"Why would he do that?" Her voice was cracking as tears welled up in her eyes.
"I believe he did it to protect you. There are people who want to take you and Caleb from this ship, Spock acted to prevent this from happening. Whilst you are under the care of myself and my father, no one will harm you or Caleb. You will not leave this ship, forcefully or otherwise so long as there remains breath in my body." Spock Prime explained further. Every word he spoke was true, he'd be damned if he let anyone hurt her. He'd kill before he let that happen. "As to the location of Spock, he is currently on Stark's ship, I am unaware of his current physical condition, but Jim is with him. He is not alone."
"He's an idiot; he's gone to get himself killed." Elizabeth whispered, the tears still making tracks down her face. She didn't know what to think or feel right now. Her thoughts were all over the place. She knew she loved Spock, but what he had just done, despite having her best intentions at heart, was unacceptable. Was it unforgivable? She didn't know. But she knew that she couldn't trust him right now. Not when he seemed to play with her heart so freely and openly.
"Elizabeth, look at me." Spock Prime commanded softly, as he waited for her to look at him. "I know better than anyone else, that Spock does love you. He's willing to die for you..."
"But I don't want him to die for me!" She interrupted, not being able to stop herself. "I want him to live for me."
"I understand that, and like I said, I understand better than anyone. But hear me now, if I had been in his position as I am now. There is a high probability that I would have moved through the same actions." Spock Prime paused, and allowed her to absorb what he had just said before continuing. "I am not suggesting that you forgive my younger self's actions immediately, I would never do that to you my T'hy'la. But do not close your heart off to him, it would cause you and him more pain than you could possibly imagine."
Elizabeth couldn't prevent the tearful grin that formed on her face as Spock Prime seemed to suggest that she allow Spock to stew in the pit of her bad graces for a little while. Clearing her throat, she forced herself to speak. "It sounds like you're speaking from experience there, regarding the pain..."
"That I am."
"You're not gonna tell me about it, are you?" Elizabeth asked whilst letting out a tear choked laugh.
"No, I am not."

Spock was getting worried. Not that he would admit it, or that his face would give him away, but he was worried none the less. He and Jim had already searched half of the ship, they would storm a room, leading with their phasers and shooting to stun anything that moved, and so far all they had managed to stun was a very large plant and a bewildered looking Andorian that was about the same age as Chekov. Spock couldn't help but weight up the different alternatives that were starting to present themselves. Either this ship had a smaller company than any of their scans had picked up, which had happened before, or there were several of the rebels already aboard the Enterprise, in which case he was helpless.
As if sensing Spock's discomfort, Jim' turned slightly to his First Officer and friend. "I don't know what's going on here Spock. A ship this size should be teaming with life, not almost baron. But it's a mystery. And, as you know, I don't like mysteries. They give me a bellyache. And I've got a beauty right now."
"Indeed." Murmured Spock in response.
The use of the phrase was common place with the Vulcan, but the sub-text surrounding the way in which he said it, told Jim that Spock had the same queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. So Jim was startled when he saw Spock's head twitch, almost violently, to the left.
"What is it?" Jim asked the slight signs of panic evident in his voice.
"I do not know." Spock answered quietly. "I believe that I heard movement towards the end of the corridor. I would suggest that we remain in a higher state of alertness Jim."
Jim couldn't help himself from grinning. This moment right now, reminded him so much of the different situations he and Spock had been in together ever since that first mission on the Nerada. Those moments were vast in number, but given the time Jim would be able to remember each and every one individually. Jim raised the phaser in his hand up like he had seen police do in some old movies, turned to Spock and replied with a one word answer, "Indeed."

To which Spock raised an eyebrow and took point, leaving Jim to follow him, the grin still in place.
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