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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or any of the characters belonging to the franchise. I do not make money from writing this, it's just for fun.

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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.

A stoic Spock sat opposite her, patiently waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. As normal, his face was void of emotion, but his eyes burned with the intent of a man on a mission.

What threw Elizabeth the most is that she hadn't picked him up at all as he had come closer to her location, for him to then take a seat, and remain there until she had zoned back into reality. Actively reaching out with her mind to his, an action she realised seemed so natural after such a short amount of time, she hit a barrier. The jerk was blocking her out. And to think she'd been hoping to find him and make up, then he goes and blocks her out. Now Elizabeth was pissed.

"I deemed it best if I were able to approach you without your knowledge." Spock spoke, keeping his voice low and calm. "I believe that you would have moved to another location should you have been aware of my advance."

Elizabeth had to give him that, he was right she probably would have. Choosing to remain silent, she stared him down, challenging him to progress the clearly looming discussion further. This was the one of the few times that she had ever seen Spock appear uncomfortable; at least appear more uncomfortable than he normally did when around humans.

"I have been informed that it would be best if we were to talk." He started, almost visibly cringing in his seat.

Still Elizabeth didn't say anything, but removed her gaze from his.

Spock seemed to swallow before continuing with his attempt at reconciliation. "I understand that you disagree with the actions I chose to take regarding Stark."

At this Elizabeth gave a snort of derision that was less than ladylike, and rolled her eyes, still refusing to meet his own eyes again.

"And I apologise for those actions that have upset you so." He continued, clearly choosing to ignore her mild outburst. "However, as I have stated before, I do not regret the overall outcome."

"You don't get it do you?" Elizabeth questioned, finally meeting his eyes as she did so.

Spock simply quirked an eyebrow in a way that Elizabeth took as an affirmative.

Sighing deeply and closing her eyes, she forced herself to relax, and loosened her shoulders which had become rather hunched up in her aggravation at been snuck upon. Opening her eyes again, she met his once more, only this time they were softer in appearance.

"Spock, I know you acted as you believed you needed to. Despite being Vulcan, you are still only a man, and you felt a need to protect me and Caleb. For that I'm grateful, believe me."

'Screw letting him sweat. Leo can go screw himself. Especially after the crap he's pulled over the past few days.' Elizabeth though to herself, allowing herself to give Spock a small smile as she reached across the table and took one of his hands in both of hers.

The welcome relief of having her skin make contact with his was staggering. In addition, she felt the walls that Spock had built around his mind, shatter and fall instantly. Both of them took a moment to savour the feeling at being rejoined physically, even if it would only be for a moment.

After composing herself, Elizabeth forced herself to continue, allowing her voice to rise in volume as she did. "However, the fact that you acted without my knowledge, and without my consent, especially given my position in the conflict, and given our present situation," Her eyes flicked downwards momentarily to her still flat stomach, "is the main reason I'm angry with you and hurt at the same time."

Spock looked deeply into her eyes, attempting to convey his feeling through them, as his fingers gained a small amount of purchase on her own. It was very clear to Elizabeth that he had no intention of verbalising his apology again, given that it had clearly been hard for him to do so a second time in the first place. Knowing that she had expressed her point, and that the likelihood of Spock crossing the line, was very small, at least for the time being, she decided to attempt to regain some sense of normality.

"I have something in the oven; you've neglected to eat again today." Elizabeth announced as she got to her feet and headed over to the galley, feeling Spock's eyes on her as she moved. He had been reluctant to let go of her hand when she had stood, but obviously he had relented. She could also feel the return of the formally present pressure in the back of her mind, signalling that Spock had completely dropped his mental barriers and had 'moved' back in.

Even thought it would take some time for her to fully trust her husband again, Elizabeth couldn't prevent the smile the slowly crept onto her face. She had been honest to herself throughout the day; she had hated the fact that they hadn't spent the time together over the past few days. She was used to his constant presence, in one way or another, so to have him so close but so far away had been hard. That been said, she was also aware how pissed she had been. And part of her, a teeny tiny little part, still believed that their separation hadn't been enough.

'Oh well to hell with it.' Elizabeth thought to herself. 'We're still supposed to be in the honeymoon phase, literally in fact, and I'll be damned if I'm going to be miserable about the past when there's nothing I can do about it.'

She could feel Spock's intrigue at her internal monologue, and she just smiled to herself, convinced that things would work out. But if Spock thought for one second that he'd be joining her in bed tonight, he could think again. He could rough it on the couch for a few nights.

Several Months later

Elizabeth sighed heavily as she eased herself down into one of the chairs in the mess hall. She was getting sick of all of it. The constantly being tired and cranky, the overly emotional reactions to the smallest of things, the swelling and the odd cravings. She just wanted it to be over. Plus she was constantly being harangued by her brother and Jim to stop working and to take it easy, if not for her sake, but for that of the baby. Even though she was wasn't actually cooking anymore, she still spent most of her time in the kitchens making sure her small team were keeping up to spec with her level of quality. The only one who didn't bother her about it was Spock, he believed that it was logical for her to be doing something productive rather than just sitting about waiting for their son to be born.

Having said that, Spock still stiffened considerably when she even so much as hiccoughed, and then checked to make sure she was okay. He would even come to see her at several intervals throughout the day to check on her and the baby; it seemed that every few weeks the number of these visits would increase slightly. Spock had been very attentive since the Stark incident all those months ago. He still acted like he was treading on glass around Elizabeth, and she was glad he was behaving himself, even if it meant that he annoyed her from time to time.

It was close to lunch on the Enterprise, and Elizabeth was expecting Spock to be along any minuet. That was the reason she had removed herself from the kitchen, that and the fact that she was having a hot flush, and couldn't stand the heat in there anymore. Resting a hand on her swollen belly, she smiled wistfully as she thought about the little creature that was growing inside of her. According to her brother, the baby would have only mild Vulcan features, but would still be obviously partially Vulcan. Elizabeth was happy about that, even though she could tell that Spock wasn't exactly thrilled about it. He had been hoping that the baby was more human in appearance, probably so the baby didn't experience the same rocky upbringing that he himself had. At least that's what Elizabeth thought, they had never actually discussed the subject properly. But from time to time she had picked up on stray thoughts from her husband about his fears for his future child.

Elizabeth looked up as she heard the doors open to the mess, and smiled softly when Spock walked over to her, followed closely by Jim and her brother. It wasn't unusual for Jim and Leo to join Spock on his midday visit.

'My Ashayam,' Spock greeted her as he took the seat closest to her before one of the other two could, as they had before. 'Are you feeling well?'

Elizabeth stopped herself from rolling her eyes at his insistence of communicating telepathically; she had told him not to when there were other people present, especially when it was likely to be something that more than Spock was concerned about.

"Yes, Spock I'm fine."

"Is he doing that thing again?" Bones demanded, shooting a searing glare in Spock's direction, as he sat down on Elizabeth's other side. "I thought you had a word about that."

"We did Doctor." Spock answered coolly. "However, I fail to see why it should bother you so much, within my culture; it is common place for bonded couple to communicate only telepathically. And so I shall adhere to my cultural upbringing."

Bones' eyes narrowed, despite the fact that there was an understanding between the two men in Elizabeth's life, there was certainly no love lost between the two of them. "Yea, and in my culture, it's rude to talk privately when other people are in the same social group. You should learn that you pointy eared hob…"

"So Lizzie?" Jim interrupted before the argument could escalate. "How's Caleb doin'? Haven't seen him in a few days."

She smiled seeing what Jim had done, and inclined her head slightly in thanks. "He's fine; he should be along any minute now. Scotty said he'd drop him off after his lesson."

"Ah, so still spending a lot of time with Scotty then?" Jim asked with partial interest. "Maybe I should take him from time to time, you know, so he doesn't become a complete grease monkey down in Engineering."

Elizabeth just laughed, whilst Spock frowned at his Captain, and then at his wife at her laughter.

"I fail to understand how the transformation of Caleb in to an unclean primate would be humorous Elizabeth."

His statement only caused more laughter between Jim and Elizabeth; even Bones cracked a small smile.

"A grease monkey is an old Earth mannerism for an engineer." Elizabeth explained as her laughter died down. "Although there are worse things that Caleb could be than an Engineer Jim. A mother could hope for less."

"You never know Lizzie." Jim teased. "You could be the mother of the second greatest Captain to ever grace Starfleet with its presence."

Bones scoffed. "Please, give us the contact details of the first greatest Captain, and we'll get back to you."

Jim looked affronted as the others laughed again, but let the comment slide as Caleb rushed into the room, making a beeline for his parents a softly smiling Scotty following behind him a few seconds later.

"Momma!" The small boy exclaimed in greeting as he ran over to her side.

"Hey there sweetie. How was your lesson with Mr Scott?"

"It was fun momma, Mr Scott let me take apart a control panel, and then put it back together again. I did it all by myself!" Caleb gushed as he borderline jumped up and down with excitement.

"Really now?" Elizabeth questioned raising an accusing eyebrow in Scotty's direction. "A whole control panel, like one of the ones that operates the ship."

Scotty in return simply smiled and shook his head to sooth Elizabeth's worries. There was no way he would ever allow anyone other than a fully trained engineer to touch one of his control panels whilst it was still attached to the ship. To be honest, he wasn't even overly fond of letting engineers fresh out of the academy touching his precious ship. So there was no way in hell he'd let Caleb near a real panel, not yet anyway. Scotty knew that the boy showed promise, and hopefully with the right training, Caleb would one day be a brilliant engineer.

At Scotty's head shake, Elizabeth visibly relaxed. She wasn't opposed to Caleb 'helping out' in engineering, but the thought of him doing anything that could possibly effect the overall running of the ship scared her half to death.

"Well that's wonderful sweetie." She beamed at her son. "Hey, why don't you come with me, and we'll run and get you some lunch?"

Caleb smiled and nodded in agreement, and moved to one side whilst Elizabeth moved to stand. But before she could do anything else, Jim was at her side offering to fetch whatever it was from the galley, whilst Bones was on her other side attempting to force her back into her seat. Spock in the meantime could both sense and see his wife's growing frustration and irritation with both the Captain and her brother, and he knew what the outcome of their efforts would entail.

"Will the both of you just leave it alone?" Elizabeth hissed in a controlled tone. "I'm pregnant, not an invalid!" And after waving the pair of them off, slapping at their hands as they persisted to attempt and offer assistance, she stormed across the room leaving two very confused men in her wake, that and a slightly amused Vulcan watching over the pair.
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