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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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As he walked about the ship the morning after his 'little' trip, Jim felt bizarrely relaxed. He had just woken up from the best night's sleep he's had in a long time, had a nice relaxing sonic shower, and to top it off, Elizabeth was supposed to be serving pancakes in the mess this morning. For Jim it honestly felt like all of the problems that happened the day before had been banished from inside the hull of his ship, and anything beyond the Enterprise and its crew no longer existed. And with this in mind, Jim felt very relaxed indeed.
Running through his agenda for the day in his head, Jim realised he had very little to do in the grand scheme of things, and for once he was grateful of this. He verbalised this feeling of gratitude with a sigh of contentment as he passed through the doors of the Officer's mess. Instantly spotting Bones at their usual table, Jim crossed the short distance feeling that everything was on the way to being back to normal. Or at least as normal as life would ever get on the Enterprise.
"Morning Bones!"
Upon being greeted, Bones lifted his head from the PADD in his hand. "Mornin' Jim. And what's got you happier than a tic on a fat dog?"
The question made Jim quirk an eyebrow for a second, before he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "I have no idea, but I like it."
"You know, I haven't see you this relaxed since the last time we were at space dock and you meet up with that lovely geneticist, Loraine was it?. You sure you didn't get laid last night?" Bones teased, with a hint of serious enquiry.
Jim simply laughed, a spark glinting dangerously in his eye. "If I did Bones, it must have been in a dream that I've forgotten about. I tell ya, I haven't slept as deeply as I did last night in a very long time."
"Stress can sometimes do that you ya." Bones mused, glancing back down at his PADD momentarily. "Hey have you seen..."
The conversation was interrupted when the sound of a plate being placed in front of Jim drew the two men out of their own little world. Glancing to his left, Jim noticed that it was Caleb and not Elizabeth who had served him.
"Good morning Caleb. You helping your Mom out today?" Jim asked, offering the beaming five year old a soft smile.
"Kinda, she said I was done now though, so can I stay here with you and Uncle Leo?" Caleb asked whilst casting a look back towards the galley doors, that Jim couldn't decide was one of worry or irritation.
Choosing to brush it off, Jim laughed. "Of course you can Champ. You never have to ask permission to sit here; it's your table as much as anyone else's. Anyway, I have something for you."
Jim then reached into his pocket and pulled out an object, which he then set down in front of Caleb.
"What is it?" Caleb asked, his interest piqued, and his earlier possible concern seemingly forgotten about.
Jim beamed, glad that he could explain his admittedly odd gift. "That Caleb, is a piece of 20th century memorabilia. It's a game, well, sort of. It's called a Rubix Cube."
Upon hearing that it was a game, Caleb visibly perked up even more. "How do you play?" He asked, bouncing up and down a little bit in his seat.
"Well that aim of the game is to..." And with that, Jim launched himself into a detailed explanation of how to complete a Rubix Cube; he even went as far as to include a few anecdotes about his time as a child with a Rubix Cube. At the end of his epic tale, Caleb looked less than impressed.
"So all you have to do is match up all of the colours on the different sides?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow, and in the process looked unsettlingly like Spock.
Jim looked kind of sheepish at Caleb's question, and rightly so. "Well, yea, pretty much."
Rolling his eyes at Jim's clearly failed attempt to impress his nephew, Bones drew attention to himself for the first time that morning. "Caleb, how's your Mom? Is she feeling okay?"
"She's fine, I think. I know she misses Daddy, and that she wants to talk to him, but she won't, not just yet. She was sick this morning, but she told me not to worry about it, and that it was normal." Caleb shrugged. "Oh and when we got here this morning, she cried when she saw all of the flowers on the tables, and said something about croaking."
It was then that Jim noticed that there was a pot of flowers in the centre of the table. Casting his mind back, he couldn't remember there ever being flowers in the Mess before.
"They're called Crocuses, Caleb. They're your Mom's favourite flower." Bones explained to his nephew, not quite managing to hide his smirk of accomplishment as he did so.
At that moment, Elizabeth stuck her head out of the galley door, her eyes scanning the crowd, until they landed upon her young son. "Caleb? Honey, can you come here for a second?" She called out, drawing the attention of some nearby officers.
"Sure Momma." And with that he scampered away, but not before grabbing his new toy, once again causing all those present to question his heritage. In their opinion, Caleb was too human to possess any Vulcan DNA.
Jim smiled softly as he watched the young boy go; all the while hoping that Caleb's younger sibling would be somewhat like him. But as soon as he lost sight of Caleb, Jim turned on his friend with an inquisitive glare that would put even Spock to shame. "What do you know?" He demanded, a twinkle shining brightly in his eyes.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Jim." Bones insisted, trying to ignore the look that Jim was giving him.
"Yes you do. Where did these flowers come from? What did you do?" Jim persisted.
"Well given that we're in the middle of the vast expanse that is commonly known as Space, I'd guess that they all came from the hydroponics lab, so why don't you ask Sulu? And I didn't do anything." Bones answered, still refusing to meet Jim's eye.
Jim gasped so loudly, it was almost comical. "You talked to Spock, didn't you? You gave him advice." He asked/announced in a breathy sounding voice, in a way which showed him to be amused and astonished at the same time.
"I don't know what you're talking about Jim." Bones insisted once again, returning to his reading and focusing completely on the PADD in his hand. All the same, it was hard for him to completely hide the slight shine in his eye.

It was safe to say that Elizabeth was a bit of an emotional wreck. She had the constant pressure of having Spock's mind constantly in the background, never leaving her and always 'watching her', or so she suspected. But at the same time he was so far away, keeping his distance because he knew that she was still mad at him for what he had done. On top of that, she was also in the knowledge that her son's biological father was also aboard the ship, in the brig yes, but regardless; this was the closest she'd been geographically to Stark in over five years. And no amount of security and protection would allow her to settle until he was off the ship, in the complete custody of his people, and several light-years away. She just hoped that in been the daughter-in-law of Ambassador Sarek, she would be spared the pain of having to attend a trail.
Her day had started out as normal as any other, the only difference been that she woke up without Spock been there. She had completed her usual morning routine, taking a brief moment to examine herself sideways in the mirror to see if she was in anyway showing yet. She wasn't. Not really. Nothing was different at all. That is until she had reached the Officer's Mess. On every single table, a small decorative pot had been placed in the dead centre, and upon closer inspection of the closest table, Elizabeth had soon realised what the pots were filled with. Crocuses. Her favourite flowers. She had felt her eyes fill with tears, but before she managed to blink them back into submission, Caleb had noticed and had asked her what was wrong. She had known straight away that this was Spock's doing, but she couldn't explain why she was crying, so she had blamed it on hormones.
Around six o'clock, Leonard had stopped by for a 'chat'. This in itself wasn't unusual, but the topic of discussion was. Elizabeth was aware, more than most, about the unmeasured level of animosity between her husband and her brother. She and Jim had discussed it at length, and had come to the conclusion that the pair of them were remarkably similar, and clashed with each other because of that. At which point Jim had burst out laughing, and held an unabashed about of glee as he told her that she was, at the time, engaged to a person just like her father and brother, and accused her of adhering to old world stereotypes. So when Leonard had come to her just after she had completed the first round of meals to the 'early bird' Officers, to speak in private, she had merely cocked an eyebrow. Normally, their discussions could take place in the galley, in front of the rest of her staff. So being dragged off to the poor excuse for an office she had didn't sit quite right with Elizabeth.
"What's going on Leo?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously as she took a seat behind her desk. "You never come back here, yet alone drag me back as well"
Bones took a seat, and peered at his sister over the top of his steepled fingers. "I have heard it on good authority that you have not been yourself today."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. You've been avoiding people, snapping at them and other things like that." Bones pressed on.
"Really, that's what this is all about? For God's sake Leo, I don't have time for this." Elizabeth huffed getting to her feet. "I have a kitchen to run, and meals to serve, this, whatever this is, can wait."
"No it can't. Now sit your ass down, and listen to me." Bones demanded, giving Elizabeth one of his best glares. The one he reserved for particularly tricky patients, like Jim. Elizabeth slowly obeyed. "Lizzie, you are completely out of sorts. Even Caleb is aware of it, and he's worried about you."
"This isn't your concern Leonard, leave it alone." She hissed, her eyes narrowing as she did so.
"Wrong. My concern is the health of the crew of this ship, and right now there are a couple of people who need my attention more than anyone else. Just so happens that these people are amongst the most stubborn people aboard."
Elizabeth scoffed, "It's nice to know that I'm not the only person you're harassing today."
"Hold your tongue, I'm helping you Lizzie. You're my baby sister, and I care about your well being." Bones's eyes had softened, and were willing Elizabeth into submission. "I know what's going on in that head of yours. You miss him Sweetie, and the worst part is that you know it, but your head is getting in the way of your heart right now. I know he wronged you, but at the same time, I'm glad he did."
At that Elizabeth's head snapped to look at her brother, steam practically coming out of her ears. "How dare you! How can you take his side in this? He knocked me out, and kept me out of a situation which revolved around me and my son! He then went and risked his life over something I got over a long time ago, and then claimed that his actions had been worthwhile! I for one don't see that to be the case!"
Bones rose to his feet and walked behind the desk to take Elizabeth's hand in his own as she broke down crying.
"Hey now." He comforted. "This is what I mean Lizzie. You're keeping all of this pent up, and it's going to harm you. And you didn't let me finish. Stark was prepared to attempt to take you and Caleb by force, and Spock wasn't going to let that happen, not over his dead body. Do I think that knocking you out using his Vulcan Voodoo crap was wrong? Sure. Do I think he could have handled this whole thing better? Of course.
"But at the same time, by taking the ability out of your hands to interfere, which you would have, he protected you and kept you safe. I've just got you back after losing you for the better part of a decade; I'm not ready to lose you again. Sue me, I'm selfish."
Elizabeth's tears had stopped by now, but she still held on tightly to her brother's hand. "But he lied to me Leo."
"Lizzie, honey, I know that man better that I'd honestly like to. He can't lie, he can twist the truth, he can imply, but he can't lie. He tried once; he was transparent as freshly blown glass." Bones chuckled, causing Elizabeth to as well, be it reluctantly. "Anyway, I'm sure there has never been a sorrier husband in history than Spock is right now. And I'm sure he's doing everything in his power to work his way back into his good graces."
"I take it you've seen the flowers?"
Bones laughed and wrapped an arm around her. "Bit hard to miss them. I just hope he asked Sulu if he could take them out of the hydroponics lab."
"Leo?" Elizabeth asked coughing, and wiping a stray tear from her eye at the same time. "You said there were others that you were worried about. Who are they?"
"Can't tell you. Doctor, patient confidentially and all." Bones commented as he stood in preparation to leave, winking at her as he flashed her a soft smile. "Well I've got to be getting back to sick bay, you know lose noses don't wipe themselves. Oh, and I'll take Caleb tonight. You need to have some time to yourself."
That caused Elizabeth to smile. Regardless how much her brother complained about his job, she knew that deep down he loved what he did. "Bye Leo and thanks."
"S'no problem Darlin'. Just don't be too hard on Spock, kay? Make him sweat a little, but don't drag it out, I don't know how many more 'Brother-in-Law' bonding sessions I can take." Bones called over his shoulder as he was already half way out of the door. But a few seconds later he realised what he had let slip, and his eyes widened in horror as he increased the speed he was walking to a light jog, completely ignoring the confused and slightly angry calls of his sister as he did so.

It was the end of the day, and Elizabeth had just managed to usher the last few officers out of the galley and had sent her staff home early, saying that she would clean up tonight. After her little visit with Leo, Elizabeth had been left confused and irritated. She had been aware of it before, but was only just starting to realise just how intrusive her brother was in her personal life. Thinking about it, the only way Spock could have known about crocuses was if Leo had told him. For the most part she told people that orchids were her favourite flower, simply because they were easier to come across and less awkward to have on display inside. Wisely, due to her increased irritation levels, most of her kitchen staff had kept out of her way during dinner service.
But now that she was alone in the galley, Elizabeth felt that she was in an emotional dead space. She longed to be with Spock, but at the same time she knew that she would not be able to hold it together when she next saw him, and would most likely break down crying and ultimately embarrass herself. So for now she just sat, almost in a meditative state. Resting her head on her folded arms, Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to hide from the Universe, naturally it wasn't long before she drifted into a light doze.
After about 20 minutes of being in a semi-conscious state, Elizabeth became aware that she wasn't alone in the room anymore. Rising her head, and squinting her eyes against the bright light, she found the figure she was looking for, and couldn't prevent the gasp of surprise that left her lips.
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