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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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After Spock Prime had left her to her thoughts for a small amount of time, Elizabeth had fallen back to sleep. Only this time it was voluntarily. She was exhausted, and in a slightly naive way, she hoped that all of this was just a dream, and if she went to sleep again everything would be back to normal when she woke up. There would be no Stark in pursuit of her and Caleb; she would be in her own quarters, in her own bed, with her Spock by her side. But this was not to be the case.
Now Elizabeth was stood in the entrance way to the main part of the living quarters of Spock Prime, leading off of the elder Vulcan's bedroom. If she hadn't seen the sight in front of her for herself, she would never have believed it if someone had told her about it. To the far left of the room, sat slumped over in an armchair, a data PADD in hand, head tilted back with his mouth hanging open, was her big brother. He looked uncomfortable, but he also looked exhausted, so it was best to leave him to sleep for a bit longer. Seeing her brother look so vulnerable was almost alien to Elizabeth, he had always been a strong pillar of support for her, and the question remained why she had chosen not to confide in him when she had discovered that she was pregnant with Caleb. But that was all in the past now, and there was nothing she could do about it anyway. Still seeing Leonard like that pulled on her heart strings slightly, but she was still mad at him for keeping things from her. She knew she was a hypocrite, and quite frankly, Elizabeth didn't give a damn.
But it was the sight on the other side of the room that really drew Elizabeth's attention. Just as Spock Prime had said, Sarek was indeed with her boy whilst his slept. What the elder man had failed to mention was that Sarek was asleep himself, with Caleb cuddled into his side. Not making direct skin to skin contact, but contact was being made all the same. Elizabeth couldn't stop herself from studying Sarek's face as he slept. In sleep, as with most humanoids, his face relaxed and seemed to express the emotions he worked to keep hidden and buried. Elizabeth could see the stress and tension that Sarek's life brought the poor man, she could see the grief he still held from the loss of his wife and Spock's mother, she could see the worry he was no doubt holding for his own sons whilst they were both out of contact. Elizabeth was so intent in her examination of the emotions playing across the sleeping Ambassador's face she did not notice that Spock Prime had returned.
"He appears almost human in rest, doesn't he?"
The voice of Spock Prime made Elizabeth jump and press her hand to her chest. "You scared me. You should wear a bell around your neck. And yes he does, it's rather unsettling."
Spock Prime let a soft smile grace his face, "You always used to tell me that."
"I always used to tell you that your father was unsettling when he slept?" Elizabeth asked, a large degree of confusion laced in her voice.
This time Spock Prime laughed, quietly, but openly. "No, that I should wear a bell around my neck. I apparently have an unnerving ability to move with a limited amount of noise. And in my time, you did not meet my father. I did not have the relationship with my father that my younger counterpart has with Sarek. To say the least, my relationship with my father was rather strained. He did not like the choices I made in life, he believed them to be... illogical."
"Now, why do I find that hard to believe? You making illogical decisions? That's almost unheard of." Elizabeth teased slightly. "I wish you could have had a better relationship with your father. A boy needs a father. That's why I'm so grateful that Caleb has found one in Spock."
"In many ways you are correct Lizzie. However, it would appear that the death of Amanda Grayson is the catalyst that allowed the relationship to morph between Spock and Sarek into a more positive one. I for one, would not wish to lose the memories I have of my mother, it was through her persuasions that I made the decision to pursue a relationship with you." Spock Prime seemed to reminisce.
"So your mother meddled did she?" Elizabeth asked a small sad smile on her lips. She knew that the wounds were still too fresh for her Spock to speak of his mother. But hopefully, in time, he would feel more comfortable talking about her, of course this would be after she kicked his stubborn Vulcan ass into touch for keeping things from her, and for knocking her out so he can go gallivanting across the Universe.
Spock Prime's face grew solemn as he thought of his own mother. In his life time, she had been long since dead, but he too still felt the grief caused by her passing. "Yes, I believe that you would say she was dreadful for interfering in my personal life."
"Most mothers are. I dread to think what I'll be like when it comes to Caleb and this one." Elizabeth mused as she placed her hands on her somewhat swollen stomach. "No girl, or boy for that matter, will ever be good enough for my babies."
Spock Prime just smiled knowingly at the younger version of the wife he once had, and didn't say anything, knowing full well that she truly believed what she had just said. A comfortable silence fell over the small gathering, three absorbed in sleep and the other two standing watch, each of their thoughts focused upon the men on the other ship. Each praying for their safe return.

Jim couldn't believe their luck. They had managed to come across a crowded room. It wasn't Enterprise crowded, but it was the largest, no scratch that, it was the only collection of humanoid bodies they had come across. The room was filled with the most bizarre collection of species Jim had ever seen, there were Andorians, Vulcans, Orions, Bajorans and Jim cold have sworn he had seen a Cardassian or two. At the present moment, he and Spock were crouched in a recess in the wall, hidden and covered by a collection of ferns. For a group of brain washed rebel's Jim was baffled by the apparent preference for botanical life that lined the halls of the ship. Personally he preferred plants to remain in the hydroponics lab on his ship, out of the way. But right now Jim couldn't be more grateful for the impromptu presence of such fauna.
The filled room had a frantic calmness about it that was hard to explain. There was an atmosphere of nervous anticipation that much was obvious by the alarmed mutterings of the assembled crew, and Jim could only guess that they were the cause of it. It didn't really make much sense for the Enterprise to have blasted off at warp speed like it had, so Jim was chuffed that the plan was working. They had successfully infiltrated the rebel ship, they were undetectable due to a sensor 'malfunction', Lizzie and Caleb were safe, and they had the rebels panicking because everything that he and Spock had planned was completely outside of Starfleet guidelines, thus the reason for the nervousness of the rebels. If Jim could sing right now, he would.
There was a hiss of an automatic door, and the mutterings died down to a stifling silence. Stark had entered the room. For good measure Jim placed a firm hand on Spock's shoulder as a silent reminder to stay put. Underneath his hand Jim could feel the tension in Spock's body, and he could sense the need for Spock to literally rip Stark's head off. Regardless of how much Jim agreed with Spock's hidden desires regarding Stark's treatment, he could not allow it, but if some grievous bodily harm was to happen upon Stark's person once the slimy bastard was in his custody, and Jim's back was turned, there was no way for Jim to know what would have happened.
It was clear that Stark was just as confused by the actions and movements of the Starship Enterprise as any of the other members of his band of misfits, but he was expressing his confusion under the guise of anger. His body language just yelled, 'I'm pissed, and I'm gonna take it out on the next person who looks at me funny.'
"Someone better explain what the hell is going on!" The cranky Vulcan yelled at his followers, who all shrank back in fear.
One brave looking, but still trembling, Orion spoke up. "We don't know sir."
"And why don't we know? Where is Sepek?" Stark enquired, still yelling.
"He's still on the Enterprise sir." The same Orion answered.
"Oh he's on the Enterprise is he?" Stark questioned; the sarcasm dripping and oozing from his voice. "You mean the ship we're currently chasing half way across the galaxy? I had no idea. So if Sepek is on the ship we're following, why hasn't anyone bothered to try and contact him? Wouldn't it make sense for someone to contact our man on the inside and simply ask what's going on, or did that idea elude all of your simple minds?"
Stark's eyes flowed over the men in front of him, scanning for anyone who was willing to speak up. His eyes landed back on the Orion who had been communicating for the collective so far, daring him to answer the questions put toward the group. Stark had no idea of the man's name, it didn't matter; the man was essentially cannon fodder anyway.
Getting the message loud and clear, the Orion spoke up again, his voice and body now trembling. "We...we have tried Sir. W...we cannot seem to get in contact with him Sir."
Stark's face was now a mask of pure rage, a sight Jim never though he would see.
"Trying isn't good enough!" Stark bellowed in the green skinned man's face as he leaned over the table he was standing behind. Turning his attention to the whole room, Stark addressed them all, "I want every man who is not a member of my senior staff working on trying to contact Sepek, now get out of my sight, all of you!"
A loud scuffled ensued as the majority of the occupants of the room filed out and practically ran towards the rest of the ship. Jim and Spock had only just enough time to duck back behind the collection of ferns to avoid detection. As Jim watched them all go past, some of them actually running to get out of the way of Stark's anticipated wrath.
It was hard for Jim to see so many people seemingly living in constant fear of their commander blowing up in their faces, especially when said commander clearly didn't have a complete handle on his emotions. As Spock had once explained, the emotions of Vulcans run deep, and it is better for them as a species to keep them suppressed so as to avoid potentially difficult situations, which would turn more than likely violent without the Vulcan restraint. And with a race as physically capable as the Vulcans, avoiding violent physical contact was better for everyone involved, and Jim knew this better than most.
Both Spock and Jim were hoping that the young Andorian that had managed to stun earlier would remain undetected for a long as possible, and given that they had hidden his unconscious form behind a wall panel, it should be a considerable amount of time before he was discovered.
As the hallway cleared, Spock and Jim was able to re-emerge slightly from their hiding place to observe what was going on. From their position, they could see that seven men, including Stark, remained in the room, which now looked a lot bigger than it had five minutes earlier.
"Do any of you have any idea what is going on, and why we cannot seem to contact Sepek?" Stark enquired for the second time, only this time his voice was much lower and a lot more civil.
"No we don't Stark." A Cardassian answered. "We cannot seem to be able to pick up any transmissions from the surrounding space, not even sub-space communications can be picked up. It's like the Enterprise is doing something to interfere with our sensors."
"How could they possibly be doing that?" Stark questioned more to himself than any of the men around him.
"Perhaps they have a man aboard our ship, as we do with theirs." A Vulcan put forward.
A Vulcan that Jim immediately identified as Sybok form his voice alone.
"And how would they do that Sybok?" Stark snapped. Though it was painfully obvious that he wanted to know the answer to such a possibility.
"I do not know the answer to that question Stark. However, I do know the nature of my younger brother, and I have heard tales of their Captain. When the two of them are together they are highly resourceful, so I would not be foolish enough to put anything past them." Sybok remained unfazed by Stark's reaction to his statement. It appeared that he was used to being spoken to by the angry leader of the ship in this way.
"I'm aware of the tales of Kirk." Stark murmured. "You are correct; he is known to be highly resourceful. But that doesn't explain why he would suddenly turn and run, that does not sound like the Kirk we have heard about."
Despite his attitude towards Stark, Jim couldn't help but grin like a mad man when he overheard the fruit loop of a Vulcan compliment him in such a way.
"I need to be alone to think, all of you leave me." Stark demanded as he placed his hand over his eyes, pressing the heels of them into his eye sockets.
For the second time, Jim and Spock were forced to take cover. But this is what they had been waiting for, Stark to be alone.
When the coast was clear, Jim flicked open his communicator. "Scotty, stand by, this party's going to be over before it has even started. Keep Uhura monitoring us, when I call for us to go, I wanna be back aboard the Enterprise before the echo even dies. Kirk out."
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