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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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"Doctor McCoy, we will be reaching our target in 90 seconds." Sulu announced as the Vulcan delegation, plus Caleb and sans Spock Prime, left the bridge.
"Chekov, can we get a signal on Jim and Spock?" Bones asked as soon as the Enterprise was in range. The presence of his nerves clear in his voice.
"No Sir," Chekov answered as he was receiving information the sensors were picking up on the other ship. "Zey have zeir shields up."
"Is there anything we can do to fix that problem?" Bones asked once again, obviously hinting towards the use of phasers, and if there was a need, photon torpedoes. A ship that size would only be able to take so much before its shields were damaged, then they would be able to beam Spock and Jim outta there.
"Leonard?" Elizabeth asked, her voice was trembling with evident fear. "Is that safe? I've only had a husband for a short time; I'd kinda like him back in one piece."
Chekov was at a loss about whether to confirm that they could use fire power to break down the shields that were preventing them from getting their people back. Knowing that whatever he answered would be considered the wrong one in the eyes of one or the other of the McCoy siblings. So he chose to remain silent.
"I don't have time for this Lizzie. Chekov, are we ready to fire?" Bones spoke softly not wanting to alarm his sister any more. "Spock Prime? Can I have you on the science station? I need constant readings on that ship."
Without comment Spock Prime crossed the bridge and took up his old, and familiar post, ushering the clearly inexperienced Ensign out of the way as he did so. Much to the relief of the young lady. Whilst Elizabeth remained stood, nervously and anxiously beside her brother.
"Chekov?" Bones reiterated realising he had yet to receive an answer to his earlier question.
"Yes Sir, we have ze capability to fire upon the other wessel."
"Good, wait for my mark." Bones commanded, sounding rather like Jim, it was uncanny. "Sulu, I want to be in a position that should we need to take evasive action, we can."
"Yes Sir. Thrusters are on standby, we will be within firing rage in 20 seconds." Sulu responded, not quite managing to hide the small smirk on his face. There was always something about being in battle that sparked a bit of excitement for Hikaru Sulu, plus hearing the ever opinionated Doctor taking charge was amusing in its own right.
Bones turned to the con panel and issued a ship wide broadcast. "This is the acting Captain speaking. We are about to engage the enemy, we remain on red alert and I expect everyone to remain at their posts. Medical bay, prepare for the worst case scenario, we may have casualties. Scotty, get Jim and Spock out of there as soon as their shields drop. McCoy out."
"Chekov, fire phaser banks as soon as we drop out of warp. Disable their shields, nothing more. I want Stark alive."
"Yes Sir." Chekov answered whilst programming the order into the computer.
"Arriving target in 3, 2, 1." Sulu counted down as the Enterprise dropped out of warp.
"Firing phasers." Chekov commented as the familiar sound of the phasers discharging bounced around the ship.

Jim staggered; unable to keep is balance as the ship shook upon impact of the Enterprises Phasers. Spock and Sybok however, barely appeared to have been bothered by the whole structure shifting violently to the left.
"It would appear that your ship is firing upon us Captain." Sybok commented, a snide tone to his voice, not that Jim expected anything else. "Your crew are either very courageous, or very stupid. Given that they are mostly human, I'd consider the latter being the more suitable explanation."
Jim couldn't believe how much Sybok's attitude shifted. One minute he was praising Spock for possessing the ability to have and control his emotions, and praising Amanda Grayson for allowing him to use them, and then the next he was insulting the human race as a whole, stooping so low as to call him, James T. Kirk, a monkey. From this, Jim was willing to add bi-polar to the growing list of afflictions that went along with Spock's big brother.
"I prefer to think of them as loyal men and women, who are willing to risk their life to preserve what is right." Jim shot back as once again the ship lurched violently, only this time it was to the right. In the back of his mind, Jim could visualise the movements of the Enterprise, it was circling the rebel ship and firing from different angles, most likely firing upon a single point on the ship and in doing so were trying to disable her without too much damage.
Sybok cackled hysterically. "Irrelevant Kirk. Either way their foolhardiness will get them all killed, there is no way off of this ship for you without the loss of your life."

"Spock Prime, progress report!" Bones demanded as Sulu guided the Enterprise sharply to the left, causing the whole ship to roll slightly.
Gazing down the scanner, Spock Prime was concerned, but not pleasantly so. He had not seen any form of retaliation from the smaller rebel ship; their shields were weakening that was true. A few more hits from the Enterprise's phasers and it would be disabled. And whilst this was a good thing on so many levels, Spock Prime couldn't help the feeling that sat heavily upon his logical mind. Something didn't add up. And whenever Sybok was concerned, most things didn't add up.
"Report!" Bones demanded again.
"There has not been any attempt at retaliation from the rebel forces." Spock Prime announced to the bridge with his back turned. "However, I would refrain from attempting to fire any further upon the ship."
"What? Why?" Bones cried out, confusion and panic laced thickly within his voice.
"Doctor, if there is one person I know a great deal about, other than my wife, it would be my brother. There is no logical way of attempting to explain my reasoning." Spock Prime announced once again, this time however, he turned to address Bones face to face.
With a frown marring his face, Bones turned to Elizabeth. "What the hell did he just say?"
Frowning herself, Elizabeth's eyes were trained and focused upon Spock Prime's. "I think he just said he has a gut feeling that you should stop firing upon the other ship." The confidence in Elizabeth's voice was strong, even if her voice itself was shaky.
Casting his eyes back over to the elder, less annoying version of Spock, Bones raised his eyebrow in a questioning manor.
"That is not the way I would have chosen to word it my Elizabeth, but you are correct in your assessment."
"Well that's all just fine and dandy!" Bones cried out. "But how in the hell are we supposed to get Jim and Spock off of that ship with their shields still raised?"
If Spock Prime had been fully human, he would have smirked outright at Bones' question. But as he was half Vulcan no one saw the aforementioned smirk in his eyes. No one that is except for Elizabeth.

Jim was officially worried. The Enterprise hadn't fired upon the rebel ship of the better part of two minuets, and he and Spock were still aboard Sybok's ship. Which meant something was wrong, very wrong.
"What's the matter Captain? Things not work out as you had planned them to?" Sybok cackled once again.
If it weren't for the evident dire situation that they were in, Jim would have though he was in some really back old movie from the early days of cinema back in the 20th century, possibly even a Scooby Doo cartoon and Sybok was playing the part of the evil lighthouse keeper.
Jim had a reply on the tip of his tongue when a familiar and unpleasant feeling came over him. A feeling that he had never been so happy to experience in his life. As the sight before him started to fade, he could hear Sybok screaming and cursing. Closing his eyes, Jim allowed the feeling to overcome him, knowing that Spock was experiencing the same thing along with him.
When he next opened his eyes, Jim saw the familiar grinning face of Scotty.
"How ya' doin' there Capt'n? Hope tha' didn'a take too long for ya'?" Scotty asked, the grin still plastered upon his face.
Sighing with relief, Jim grinned back at his chief engineer. "You know what Scotty? I never thought I'd be so happy to see that mug of yours."
They were home, and that's all that mattered.
As he clambered off of the transporter pad, Jim heard a soft groan come from behind him. Casting his eyes to his right, he saw Spock pause just as he had, signifying that the groan had not come from him.
Looking over his shoulder, Jim saw the crumpled and pathetic looking form of Stark. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Jim managed prevent himself for vocalising his surprise, instead choosing to look pointedly at Scotty.
"Ah, well, about tha' one. Mr Prime suggested tha' ah' get a fix on his biological signal. If there's one thing ah' want for our lovely Miss McCoy, that is for her ta' get some form of retribution. An' now she can." Scotty explained the glint in his eyes more evident than ever. "Security's waitin' outside the door ta, take 'im to the brig."
"I must say, Mr Scott…" Jim started to speak, but was cut off as a flurry of brown hair flew in through the door, barely having waited for them to open all the way, and flung itself at Spock with a level of force that actually made him stagger back slightly.
There was a stunned silence in the room as Spock allowed Elizabeth cling on to him, pressing her face into his chest, as Spock held her to his body, resting his head gently on top of hers. It was a touching moment that neither Jim or Scotty wanted to interrupt. However, the crumpled form of Stark was not so courteous.
The sound of groaning brought Elizabeth out of her trance like state, and her eyes were drawn over to the semi-conscious form of the man who had caused her so much pain. She squeaked in a mixture of fear, surprise and shock.
Spock's response was to press her further into his body. The action was illogical, but on some deeper level that Spock refused to acknowledge, he believed in doing so, he was protecting her from the man whom they both regarded as a tormenter.
"What's he doing here?" She demanded in the smallest voice Spock had ever heard spout forth from her lips, as she pulled away from Spock a little, much to his silent protest.
"He's here to go to prison Lizzie." Jim spoke softly, as though he was attempting to sooth her with his voice. Then in a louder voice, Jim addressed the men waiting outside of the door. "Kenworth, Simmons, take this man to the brig and keep him under the highest level of security possible. I want at least two guards watching him at all times."
The two guards were, in a way unnecessary, but they were being placed there to keep Stark in and, more so, to keep Spock and Bones out. Not that Stark deserved that level of protection, but Jim really didn't fancy the idea of losing his First Officer and CMO due to murder. He'd only just managed to get them to be somewhat civil towards each other, at least for the most part.
"Yes Captain." The two answered as they collected Stark off of the transporter pad and half walked, half dragged him out of the door.
Once Stark was gone, there was a visible difference in Elizabeth. She seemed to relax a little bit, but still held a level of tension in her shoulders.
"Lizzie?" Jim asked, reverting to his standard and natural role as Captain. "Where is Bones? And what happened to the rebel ship?"
Elizabeth was silent for a few seconds, as though she was processing what had just been asked of her, her eyes still fixed upon the point that Stark had been laying. "Erm…Leo's on the bridge, he's in command until you relieve him Jim. And I don't know about the other ship, as soon as Spock Prime said that you had gotten back safely I came straight here."
"Right then. I'm going to the bridge." Jim announced as he strode towards the door. And knowing Spock as well as he did, proceeded to call over his shoulder, "Spock you're relieved for the rest of the day. No questions, and don't argue with me."

Jim was soon out of the door and halfway down the corridor, with Scotty close on his heels, leaving the couple to have a discussion that had been silently hanging in the air.
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