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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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"Bones!" Jim cried out as he entered the bridge. "I do believe that you're in my chair."
Jumping to his feet, and turning to his best friend Bones couldn't hide the grin on his face. "Jim, thank God. I wasn't sure that we'd get you back completely."
"No worries there Bones." Jim laughed, clapping his friend on the back. "Just how did you manage that by the way? I got the impression that you didn't disable the ship's shields. And speaking of the other ship, where is it?"
"Captain?" Sulu enquired, before moving onto answering on of Jim's questions. "We attempted to lock a tractor beam onto the enemy vessel, but it jumped to warp just as your signals had passed through the transporter, there was no way we could have followed."
That was not the answer Jim had been hoping for, but it didn't matter now. There was nothing he could do about it, but he had a feeling that this wasn't the last they had heard of Sybok. "Very well Mr Sulu, but the question still remains, how did Spock and I get off that ship with its shields still up?"
"That it my doing Jim." Spock Prime spoke up as he moved away from the Science station. "I tapped into the shield modulation, from that Mr Scott was able to transport you through the shields."
"Of all of the things that I hand anticipated you telling me Mr Spock, that was not one of them." Jim mused to the elder Vulcan, all the while wondering how the younger version was getting on with Elizabeth.
"Yes, yes, it's all very interesting Jim, but I do believe that you should be on your way to sick bay." Bones commented whilst flicking his hands at Jim in a shooing motion.
Coking an eyebrow in the direction of his friend Jim scoffed as he seated himself in his beloved Captain's chair. "I do believe that you are no longer acting Captain Bones."
"I'm not speaking as an acting Captain; I'm speaking as a doctor." Bones answered back, the sarcasm literally dripping from his words. "Now haul ass, and get down there. You look like you when three rounds with a Gorn."

Five minuets had passed before a single word was uttered between Spock and Elizabeth, either verbally or mentally. The tension in the room was very much evident, the silence deafening with the unanswered questions about what had transpired over the course of the past 48 hours. And yet, the two still held onto each other.
"Elizabeth…" Spock tried to get her attention focused on him. He was aware that she was thinking, about what exactly, he didn't know. But he did know she was conflicted. She was relieved that he was alive, and livid about what he had done to her. She was happy to be in his arms, but at the same time wanted to be as far away from him as the ship would allow her to be.
"Don't." She murmured. "Just don't."
"Don't what T'hy'la?"
Looking up into his eyes for the first time since he had come back aboard the Enterprise, and fixing him with a glare that would have made any lesser man tremble with fear. "Don't you dare think for one second that you can come back here and act like nothing has happened. I can't believe that you knocked me out just so you could go and risk your life for some ridiculous pride thing."
With that Elizabeth pulled away completely from Spock, taking a few steps back to place some distance between them. It took everything Spock had not to reach out and pull her back to him.
Frowning slightly Spock attempted, knowing it would be futile, to explain. "T'hy'la my actions were not for my benefit, but for yours. Stark will now pay for his crimes against you. You will never have to fear him again."
"I made peace with what happened to me a long time ago Spock. I made peace with it the second that Caleb was placed on my chest seconds after he was born. Stark performed a hideous crime, and I was the victim, but at the same time I was given the most precious thing in the world. Sure, given the choice I would have preferred Caleb to have been conceived with a man who I loved, but at the same time, he wouldn't be the little boy I love more that life itself." There were tears present in Elizabeth's eyes, threatening to spill over and down her face.
"I'm sorry." Spock spoke aloud. For some reason he perceive that it would be better if spoke aloud.
"Good, you should be."
Despite the fact that he had just apologised, something Spock did rarely, and almost never with sincerity, the tension in the air was still there.
Trying once again, Spock asked, "Where is Caleb?"
"He's with your father, now if you'll excuse me." Elizabeth informed him before turning on her heels and striding out of the room, her long cardigan billowing out behind her, leaving Spock completely confused and standing alone.

Later that evening, Elizabeth was sat in her quarters reading with Caleb sat comfortably on her lap, listening to her as she read to him. Whilst Caleb could read by himself, and often did, both he and his mother like spending this time together. He would pick the story, which this time wasA Study in Scarlet, the first of the Sherlock Holmes books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and she would read them aloud to him. Although he wasn't aware of it at the time, Elizabeth had always read to Caleb when she was still pregnant with him. She had wanted him to know the sound of her voice, and he still liked to hear it now.
Spock was making himself scarce. Caleb knew that both him and Uncle Jim were back, he'd seen Uncle Jim when Elizabeth had taken him down to sick bay so she could talk to Uncle Leo, after she had collected him from Sarek's quarters. But he hadn't seen his Daddy yet, and it was starting to bother him. He knew that his Momma was mad with his Dad, but he didn't know why.
"I confess that I was considerably startled by this fresh proof of the practical nature of my companion's theories. My respect for his powers of analysis increased wondrously." Elizabeth read aloud. "There still remained some lurking suspicion in my mind, however..."
"Momma?" Caleb interrupted. "Where's Daddy, I know he's back, but I haven't seen him all day?"
"I don't know Sweetie." Elizabeth murmured quietly to him as he shifted slightly in her lap.
Caleb frowned at her. "But I thought you and Daddy had a funny mind meld thingy."
Unable to hide her smile at her son's wording, she asked, "And just where did you hear about that?"
"Daddy told me about. He said that he could find you no matter how far away you were." Caleb relayed to her whilst playing with the ring on her finger.
"He was telling the truth, he can."
Elizabeth then could have sworn she heard her son scoff for the first time, but rather than believing that, she chose to ignore it.
"Daddy's a Vulcan, he always tells the truth." Caleb stated matter-of-factly. "Grandpa Sarek said that Vulcan's are incapable of lying because it's illogical."
"Oh Caleb, if there's one thing your Daddy is very capable of being, it's being illogical." Elizabeth informed her son, sighing heavily whilst she did so before returning to the story, knowing full well the Caleb wasn't really paying attention to her.

Spock was standing in one of the observation lounges staring out of the window at the vast expanse of space. He knew he was in trouble with Elizabeth. He knew that before her outburst after his return to the Enterprise, however, his preconceived knowledge about the situation he was presently in, did nothing to make said situation any more comfortable.
He could feel her within his mind. He could feel that she was calm, meaning that she and Caleb were going through their nightly ritual of reading together. But only being able to feel her within his mind was not enough, he would much rather have been beside her, within reach of her in a much more physical sense. But something in the depths of his mind told him that approaching her at this present time would be inadvisable.
With his back to the room, Spock didn't see the door slide open, but he did hear the hydraulics system that allowed it to do so. Additionally the sound of foot fall across the floor indicated that he was no longer alone.
Reaching out with his mind, Spock was surprised to find that the person who had joined him in his self imposed solitude was Dr McCoy. And given that this room was seldom ever used, the chances that McCoy was here by accident was extremely low. Logically, it would have made more sense for it to have been Jim, or even his father or elder counterpart to have been the one to seek him out. However, since Elizabeth had entered his life, Spock found few things as logical as he once had.
"Doctor." Spock greeted, adhering to social protocol.
"Spock." Bones responded, coming to a standstill beside the half Vulcan.
"To what do I owe your company?" Spock queried given that this was an unusual situation.
Bones remained silent for a moment, taking a second to gaze upon the sight before him. It was no secret that Bones heavily disliked the fact that he lived and worked in the vast stretches of Space, but over time he had come to admire the beauty beyond the bows of the ship. In fact it had even grown on him a bit. Sighing deeply, he answered Spock's enquiry.
"Listen Spock, I know over the years you and I have had out differences. Hell, I'll even admit that for a damn long time, I didn't really like you all that much. But given that my baby sister appears to have taken a shining to you, you've become even more unavoidable."
"If this is an attempt, on your part Doctor, at some form of social bonding, may I offer a suggestion that you require some improvements in your method?" Spock responded, descending into the familiar practice of conversation with the other male.
"Oh for God's sake Spock! Cut the crap!" Bones hissed. "Apparently you and my sister are a married couple. Making you my brother-in-law. I don't like it, and I get the sense that you don't like it either. But regardless, it's a fact that is unavoidable. I'm trying to reconcile our less than smooth past here, the least you could do is stop being an ass!"
Spock simply raised an eyebrow at Bones's outburst before returning to stare out of the window.
Sighing once again, Bones continued with what he was trying to say. "I know you're up shit creek without a paddle at the moment with Lizzie. I also know that whilst you were away today, she was terrified about what might happen to you and Jim. That said, whatever's going on between the two of you for the time being is only temporary."
"The fact still remains Doctor; you were not present for the conversation held between Elizabeth and myself. You do not know what transpired and how she reacted to my actions." Spock was carful with his choice of words. It was clear, even to him, that McCoy really was attempting to 'mend bridges'.
Bones almost laughed at Spock's response to his words. "Surly you can't be forgetting that I grew up with Lizzie. She spent about three years being constantly pissed with me, at the time I chalked it up to hormones. But the fact remains that despite all the fights, both verbal and physical, the number of times we each inflected the silent treatment upon the other, we still loved each other like only and brother and sister can."
Frowning once more, Spock fixed Bones with a piercing look. "I fail to see where you are taking this conversation Doctor."
"Just give Lizzie some space for now; she'll cool down, eventually. And it might be time for you to addressing me so formally, we're apparently family now." Bones turned to leave the room, allowing Spock to be alone once more. But before he left the room, he turned and called over his shoulder, "Oh and by the way, just in case you didn't know, Lizzie's favourite flowers are Crocuses."
Tuning his head slightly, Spock observed Bones as he finally left the room, his eyebrows raised once more.
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