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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 Prime was tense. He had been ever since he had 'overheard' Jim's communication with the ship over half an hour ago, by his calculations both his younger counterpart and Jim should be back aboard the Enterprise by now. He knew that he couldn't say anything, he could not leave Elizabeth and Caleb without his protection, he had promised to watch over them, and he was not prepared to fail them now. Not in this critical time.
He was currently sat in his quarters behind his makeshift work station. He had 'jerry-rigged' a computer terminal as his Elizabeth had used to say. And from here he could access every section of the ship at whim. He wasn't considered a computer expert for nothing. In his time he had worked with some of the most renowned programmers in the Federation, and a number outside of the Federation as well. He had worked with Forra Tigan the Trill, Coliak of Romulus and Doctor Riley Frazier, before the vessel she was on was destroyed by the Borg. But the crowning jewel, or so he had been told by his son, David, of all of the scientists Spock Prime had worked with was a man by the name of Peter Cochrane. The man was most defiantly a genius when it came to most things technological, yet being the direct descendent of Zephram Cochrane it was unsurprising, in fact it was rather logical. Together he and Cochrane had created the first probe capable of travelling at Warp 8. At the time it was revolutionary, and it would be again one day. However, by the same degree, Spock Prime was glad that he himself would not have to deal with Cochrane, the man was an illogical mess and difficult to work with effectively.
Spock Prime was brought effective out of his musings on his past, and his counter parts potential future, by something tugging on his robes. Casting his eyes downwards, he was met by the ever inquisitive gaze of on Caleb Leonard McCoy.
"Yes, young Mr. McCoy?"
"Mr Prime, Sir," Caleb started and then paused for a few milliseconds. "When's Daddy and Uncle Jim getting back?"
"And what makes you think they've gone somewhere Caleb?" Spock Prime enquired. He was genuinely curious as to how Caleb had reached the conclusion the Spock and Jim were no longer aboard the Enterprise.
"Well, I haven't seen them for a long time. And Momma's not happy, and she's not happy when she hasn't seen Daddy for a while. And Uncle Jim's voice hasn't been over the intercom thingy, it's been Pavel instead. And Uncle Leo talks in his sleep." Caleb explained. Each explanation was rattled off at a speed of knots. If Spock Prime hadn't been who he was, he would have missed half of what the child had said.
"I see." Spock Prime responded after allowing the small mass of information Caleb had just spewed out. "Well, Caleb, I am unsure of what to tell you. They should return soon, at least that is their intention. But as to an exact amount of time, I cannot tell you."
"Why?"
"There are an indeterminable number of variables, and as I am not present in their current location, I cannot begin to formulate a suitable hypothesis." Spock Prime responded, the tiniest of smiles forming on his lips at the confused expression on Caleb's face.
"You could've just said you didn't know." Caleb sassed, his face screwing up in his own frustration. "You sound like Daddy when you talk like that."
Spock Prime couldn't prevent the amused chortle that passed from his lips. It had been far too long indeed since he had been around young children; he had almost forgotten what wonderful sources of enjoyment they were.
"Oh, Caleb." A worried sounding Elizabeth gasped as she entered the room. "There you are. I've been looking for you sweetie, don't go too far away from me okay?"
"Sure Momma. I'm sorry." Caleb's voice was small, as though he had just been told off.
Elizabeth looked down at her rather bashful child and smiled softly. Crouching down, she opened her arms to her little boy, who happily ran into them and buried his head into his mother's hair. "It's okay baby. You know your Uncle Leo had been sleeping for a long time, and he's snoring real loud, why don't you go and wake him up?"
Caleb pulled away with a huge grin on his face. "Really?"
"Yea, sure. Just don't be too mean to him, he's getting old and cranky." Elizabeth joked, her face lighting up when Caleb giggled openly and ran off to find his Uncle.
"I do not believe that your brother would appreciate you calling him old and cranky." Spock Prime spoke from his desk, a small smile ghosting his features.
"And I don't think Scotty would appreciate it if he knew that you've jerry rigged one of his terminals." Elizabeth challenged back. "He's more protective of his ship than a mother goose. And any way, Leonard was born old and cranky and he's only got worse as he's got older."
"That is highly unlikely."
"Prove me wrong, he's always been a grouch, even when we were kids." Elizabeth shrugged. "So any news on when my idiots are getting back? I want to know when I can start kicking their asses from here to Timbuktu."
If it had been anyone else asking this question, anyone else in the whole universe, they would have believed the answer Spock Prime had given, a resounding no. But it was Elizabeth McCoy who had asked the question, and for her she could tell when Spock was outright lying, regardless of how old he appeared. Sure Spock could skirt the truth and conceal things from her that way, but he could not lie to her face without her being able to tell.
"Spock, you wanna tell me the truth now?" Elizabeth asked after a few seconds of silence, raising her eyebrow in a rather good imitation of himself. "What do you know, what's going on?"
Spock Prime sighed, but it was barely audible. "There was a transmission from Jim 35 minuets ago. There has been radio silence ever since, Mr Scott remains on standby."
"Is there anything we can do?" The concern was strong in her voice as she questioned Spock Prime, there were hints that she was starting to panic as well.
"No, not when we're travelling at these speeds." Spock Prime answered gravely.
Elizabeth sat down in a nearby chair; she was shaken by what she had just learned. Her face was pale and her hands were twitching nervously. "I don't know what to do with myself; I need something to do, anything that might help. Or just something to take my mind off of all of this."
"I have a suggestion."
Elizabeth looked up from her hands, eyeballing the older man. "I'm listening"
"Kahri-torrafeiaca"
"What about it?" She asked, having a feeling where this was going.
"Make it."
"I can't. Every time I've tried to it didn't work." Elizabeth insisted.
"Try again." Spock Prime insisted. "I have never known you to back down from a challenge."
Elizabeth seemed to mull the idea over in her head for a while before getting to her feet. "Fine, but if it goes wrong, you're eating it. And if it goes really wrong, Spock and Jim are eating it for putting me through all of this crap. If you need me I'll be in your kitchen."

"Obviously, taking him alive may prove to be difficult." Spock commented as he and Jim dove back down behind a table.
"Shut up." Jim snapped. Somehow Stark was managing to evade the both of them, despite the fact that he was alone. Every time they managed to get him cornered, he got out again, and it was really starting to piss Jim off. "How is he doing this?"
It didn't help that a few of Stark's lackeys were firing phaser riffles at them, and where they had re-emerged from, Jim had no idea.
"If I knew the answer to your question, I believe we would be back aboard the Enterprise by now Jim." Spock answered with a disgruntled undertone to his voice.
"What did I say about sassing me?" Jim snapped again, as he flinched at the sound of phaser fire about his head.
"You told me to 'shut up'; you neglected to mention anything about not 'sassing' you." Spock answered again.
Jim rolled his eyes at his First Officer, and refused to comment further.
"Spock?" Stark called out, a mocking tone in his voice. "Aren't you going to come out and play? Like when we were children?" This mocking series of questions was backed up with demented laughter.
"He's defiantly off his rocker." Jim muttered under his breath. Using his hands, Jim signalled to Spock that he was to rush Stark from the left and that Jim would try from the right, but deep down Jim had a nasty feeling that this tactic wouldn't work either.
The two Starfleet Officers moved, only to be face with an empty room. Turning to each other, it was obvious they were equally confused, though only one of them showed it in his face. The demented laughter sounded from behind them again, casing the pair to once more duck and cover.
"Oh, come now Spock." Stark taunted, "I thought you wanted to kill me, and now you're trying to take me alive? Where is the logic in that? You claim I raped your mate, and yet you have not heard my testimony? Would you not like to hear of how she screamed and cried, of how she writhed against my body?"
Spock's breathing was becoming laboured as he fought to control himself, and Jim was concerned. It was clear that Spock was about to snap, and it was obvious that this is what Stark wanted.
"Yes Spock lose the control that you hold most dear, allow your anger and hatred of me to build up into an uncontrollable rage. Kill me Spock; it will make you feel better. Prove to everyone that you are just as unworthy of the name Vulcan as you were as a child, with your human whore of a mother. That's all human women are, whores, to be used and nothing more." Stark continued.
With a scream of rage, one that Jim had only ever heard once before, Spock turned on Stark. He lunged himself over the tables they had taken refuge behind, and threw himself towards Stark at a speed Jim had never seen before. Spock raised his fist and ploughed it into Stark's face; the resonating sound of the punch was oddly pleasing to hear. He moved to hit Stark again, this time with his right fist, planting it into Stark's stomach and earning a pain filled grunt as a reward for his efforts. Within seconds, Spock had Stark pinned against the wall, his eyes were impossibly dark as he stared into the grinning face of his childhood tormenter.
"What's the matter Spock, did I touch on a soft spot?" Stark pushed further, only to be broken off when Spock's hand tightened around his neck.
"Spock! That's enough." Jim spoke softly from beside his friend, his eyes darting between Spock and the small group of rebels who looked at a loss of what to do, but Jim wasn't going to trust them not to move. "Kill him and Lizzie will never see the justice she deserves."
Spock's eyes calmed and refocused on the grinning maniac that he was pinning to the wall, his hand slackened, and Stark slumped back in a graceless manor, however the grin remained on his face.
"You know what Spock? Your human whore loved every second of what I did to her."
And in an instant the rage returned, but rather than Spock, it was Jim who threw a left hook at Stark, catching his chin and forcing his head to collide with the wall he was using for support, rendering him unconscious. This final attack on their leader had the rebel forces firing on Jim and Spock once again.
"Stand down you fools." A new voice bellowed across the small expanse that Jim and Spock currently occupied. The Starfleet Officers remained on guard at the sound, but it was the rebels who lowered their weapons.
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