Unbeknownst - Chapter 15
Author: Mousling1014
Story: Unbeknownst
Chapter 15 of ?
Rated: T
Pairing: AOS Spock/Uhura
Warnings: Mind-control, sexy times (rating will change to R for that)
Synopsis: What happens when you thought you were in control, but you're not....
Disclaimer: I don't own them - Paramount does and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter 15
Kallan’s Ship - enroute to Vulcan
It was reasonably quiet on the ship, the hum from the engines changing warp moved through the deck plating and lulled the four sitting in the hold into a stupor. All their electrical devices had been confiscated so there wasn’t really a true way to tell how long they had been there, it may have been hours no-one was sure. Uhura moved her neck to get the kinks out of it and shifted her position to keep up blood flow. She, Gaila, Kirk and McCoy were still being restrained; though they had been given water to drink which she had promptly thrown up, a side effect of the Pheroxin she was being given to shut down the bond to Spock. Spock! She hadn’t realized until now just how quickly she’d become used to his presence in her mind. How beautiful it felt and how rare and precious it was. She knew he was still in there, in her mind, but her ability to react and respond to him were gone, it was like she was in a sound-proof room and he was outside of it with no way to connect. McCoy had wanted to examine her after she had thrown up but Kallan wouldn’t allow it and she’d ended doing her best to wipe the vomit away. Now the four of them sat alone in the hold of the unknown ship while it made its journey to Vulcan. Conversation was awkward; Uhura could still feel the glare of three sets of eyes on hers when Kallan had announced her to be Spock’s bond-mate. Gaila’s eyes had conveyed hurt, McCoy showed surprise and Kirk had shown disbelief. After Kirk had asked her what the hell she had done, all four had lapsed into silence. Kallan had grinned at her and then had turned and spoken to T’Fre quietly before he exited the hold. T’Fre moved between them making sure their restraints could not be broken before she too exited and left them alone. Now as she twisted and turned to try to get more comfortable Uhura knew she needed to talk, needed to explain to the three who sat watching her. The only saving grace in this so far was the knowledge that even though Kallan and his cronies had somehow made their disappearance appear legit, that Prem and Special Ops would know that something was wrong, that Prem would somehow put two and two together and contact Surat and Spock. That hopefully Kallan and the others didn’t know about Prem. That was Uhura’s hope. She cleared her throat and looked first to Gaila who sat next to her and was purposely tilting her head away. She wasn’t going to make this easy for Uhura. She then looked over at both McCoy and Kirk; McCoy was pursing his lips and shifting himself to try to get more comfortable, he finished and met her gaze nodding slightly, he would listen. Kirk was fidgeting, still trying to find a way to break the restraints. He seemed to notice that McCoy had stopped moving and he looked over to his friend as if to see what was wrong and noticed that McCoy was looking at Uhura, he too turned his gaze to hers, blue eyes blazing and Uhura noted the anger in them as well as concern, he was going to be tough, but he would listen. She cleared her throat again and softly began to speak.
Shi’Kahr, Vulcan
Spock sat on the edge of his bed deep in thought. He was reflecting on the meld that had taken place between T’Ceya and himself, how it had only just touched the surface and had raised many questions that needed answers and soon; they had both agreed that he would need to undergo another meld with T’Ceya soon. But right now he wanted to be with Uhura, to let her know of the meld, so he had reached out to her through the bond and touched her mind. She was out with Gaila and he had felt her joy and love for him flow through the bond and increase at the mention of Comm-linking him. She had been happy to be out but she missed him he knew, he could sense it like a physical ache. He returned the sentiment, he missed her as well. He had much to discuss with her. This first meld between T’Ceya and himself to begin with. The thoughts rose through him...
He had sat opposite her, dark eyes locking with his own as he waited for her hand to alight onto his meld points. T’Ceya had laughed softly, a rich vibrant sound that had echoed within the sparse room.
“Spock, unlike most healers, I do not need to touch your psi-points to initiate the meld. You will not even be aware of my presence within your mind unless I choose to make you aware. My mind is able to mimic your thought patterns and brain waves precisely; there will be no differentiating between us once we are melded. Your mind will not know that it is being touched unless I inform you. When Vulcans meld, there is always the mental overlap of those within the meld, but if you and I were to be medically scanned while in the meld, only your brain activity would show, mine would not read or essentially would read as brain-dead, no activity.” Spock’s face registered surprise. “But if touching your psi-points and the phrasing of the old traditions will make you more comfortable…” T’Ceya lifted her hand, her eyebrow rising as she flashed him a grin and began to gently recite. “My mind to your mind…”
Spock waited and suddenly he felt as if doorways that had been blocked had suddenly opened, he didn’t feel T’Ceya within his mind, but he knew she was the cause for the removal of the blockage as images and thoughts of himself moved quickly and some pressed to the forefront. He saw himself in his Starfleet apartment, recognized that the timeframe was before his hospitalization, before Uhura had found him that morning and had summoned help. He was making tea in his apartment kitchen as he watched himself, and for the first time felt the memory of the jolt of the link issuing instructions to him. He felt himself begin to lose the individuality that made him who he was, that made him Spock as the link took over, he felt himself illogically panic as he tried to mentally fight the assault to no avail. It was disconcerting to see. Like an automaton, he found himself going to his personal computer console, fingers flying and entering commands to break security protocols and cover his tampering. He watched as he brought up Starfleet operative information on current intelligence, pages upon pages of information, some of it sensitive. Everything he saw was being processed back through the link. The link itself was not just T’Pring, he could hear and feel many thoughts and voices joined in unison giving him commands. He had now accessed Communication protocols and was currently viewing the various projects to the improvement and updating of the universal translators. His eyes scanned the names of those involved, Starfleet officers, professors and cadets involved in each module of the project. Each name was fed through the link; he continued to scan when his eyes fell upon one of the names, he faltered; the name produced an emotional response within him. His eyes stayed upon the name, dissecting it letter by letter… N.Y.O.T.A. U.H.U.R.A.
The link continued to press down into his mind commanding him to continue. He shuddered and a moan issued from his lips, the name meant something to him, the person behind the name meant something, something he must protect…Nyota! Spock jerked his head from the screen looking up at one of the air vents noticing the slight glow of a tracking device. He knew why the device was there, they had needed to know when he was within his own quarters so that his behavior while being linked would not raise any suspicion, he also knew that he had been the one to install it under the command of the link and he knew that he would have to disarm it. Spock watched himself fighting the link as he grasped the front of the vent and yanked it open. The tracking device glowed brighter now and Spock reached under it to disable the power cells. They gave a hiss as he saw himself crush the cells, plasma leaking out and burning his hand. The tracking device while no longer glowing was now emitting a beeping sound and Spock now frantically clawed at the front cover. He managed to get his fingernails underneath the cover and pulled his fingers upwards, ripping the nail from one of the finger beds and causing blood to spray out onto the device which was now mercifully silent and no longer operational. Spock watched himself gasp and push the device back into the vent, the link screaming in his mind, commanding him to cease his actions and continue. He watched himself physically struggle, his back arching while he fought the link, the voices building in a crescendo within his mind. He had to get away, he had to flee, escape…
Spock watched himself stagger to the door and open it all the while the pressure of the link inside his mind pounded his skull. He watched himself run down the corridor and out into the cool night air, mercifully encountering no-one at that point. His bare feet made no sound on the grass as he ran desperately towards the tree-line behind the gym building, watched himself as he flung himself onto the ground, his body twisting and arching, his mouth set into a silent scream and then it all went silent. The link had severed and Spock watched himself sink into unconsciousness. Uhura had found him early that next morning and had had him taken to the Academy Medical Center…
Spock opened his eyes and found himself staring into the warm brown depths of T’Ceya’s gaze. She was composed though frowning slightly and it appeared that she was trying to determine what to say. He waited.
“They underestimated you.” T’Ceya had stated at last. Spock had blinked and said nothing, waited for her to continue. “The Zek Sular had chosen T’Pring because of the strength of her telepathic abilities. Before arriving here I researched her family. Her father shows no remarkable psi ability, but her mother T’Pana, and that branch of T’Pring’s family show great telepathic ability, in fact most of T’Pana’s family has achieved Kolinahr and T’Pring’s grandmother was a Rel-dai at Gol.”
“And I was chosen because of my ancestry.” Spock supplied as he noted T’Ceya’s bittersweet smile. “I could be controlled since I am biologically not completely Vulcan.”
“As I stated Spock, they underestimated you. While, logically it could be assumed that your human heritage would result in lower telepathy, it has not. Your abilities are strong, I sense also a strong empathic ability as well, something the Zek Sular certainly haven’t anticipated or even factored in I would imagine.” T’Ceya sighed and tapped her hands against her thighs before gracefully rising. She was looking down at Spock now. “Our concern must also be for your bond-mate, they are much more aware of her than we thought. I must speak with Surat, to find out what safety measures are in place for your Nyota Uhura. I would not want my ‘human’ doppelganger to be in harms way at all.” T’Ceya grinned at this statement and her eyes sparkled as she made her way to the door and exited, bowing slightly to Spock as she did so.
Spock stared at her back as she left, more unblocked thoughts were surfacing now, disjointed, but he knew his mind would organize them and then he would go over them one by one. But now, at this moment, he wanted very much to connect with Uhura, very much to feel her mind in his and so he had gotten up and left the meditation room and had went to his own rooms to prepare himself to reach out through the bond, to touch her mind and feel her exasperated happiness, which meant she was out with Gaila somewhere. He focused and strengthened the connection and then she was there with him in his thoughts, Nyota…
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T’Ceya walked down through the hallway in search of Surat. She could hear Sarek and Amanda’s voices coming from a room she assumed to be a formal dining area. They both turned towards her and stopped speaking as she entered the room. She bowed to them both knowing that they wanted to know how the meld with Spock had gone. She could sense fear and worry primarily from Amanda and curiosity from Sarek. T’Ceya wanted to speak with Surat first before she imparted any information upon Spock’s parents, wanted to know the best way to deal with the Ambassador, whom she knew through reputation as being quite formidable to deal with. T’Ceya was also unsure how they felt about her V’tosh Ka’tur status. She was an outcast among her people, a Vulcan living without logic. Spock’s mother Amanda could be forgiven her emotionalism, it was to be expected after all of a human, but a Vulcan? T’Ceya’s parents had been blamed at one point for their more liberal interpretations of Surak’s philosophies and their daughter’s supposed mental deterioration. The family healer had at one time even suggested institutionalizing T’Ceya to ‘cure’ her. Her parents had stood firm, quoting IDIC philosophy; that their only daughter should be allowed to be the person she was meant to be. There had been advantages for her; T’Ceya had been allowed to travel off-world to study, which many of her peers had not be allowed to do. This had the effect of allowing T’Ceya a freedom to explore her emotional side even more than when she was on Vulcan. But there had also been disadvantages as well, causing despair in T’Ceya’s life.
The most devastating had been when her bond-mate’s family had forced dissolution of their bond because of her ‘emotional’ ways. Tesen, her bond-mate was of a more prominent family than her own. As far as his clan was concerned, the cause was just. Though her parents had not been labeled as Vulcans without logic, the term more and more was being applied to T’Ceya. The bond was forcibly severed and the resultant psychic shock of the severing had overwhelmed T’Ceya. Her parents unable to receive the proper care for her on Vulcan had eventually sent her to Betazed, a newly joined Federation member of humanoid telepathic empaths. There T’Ceya had healed slowly under the care of Betazed mind/body healers and had showed a surprising aptitude for the healing arts herself. Unlike most Vulcans who were touch telepaths and had to actually be physically in contact with another to use their telepathy, T’Ceya was different, she was a true telepath, able to use her telepathy without having to be in physical contact. She could also shield her mind in such a way that her telepathic use would not register either to the other party or any monitoring equipment if she so desired. She spent many years on Betazed under the tutelage of the Betazed Tri Healing Guild learning to hone and use her skills before finally returning to her home on Vulcan. There she openly embraced her emotional state and declared herself to be V’tosh Ka’tur. With her parents acceptance T’Ceya continued her studies into healing and though unable to study with the greatest of Vulcan healers, those who had attained Kolinahr, the purge of emotion, at the Healers Temple at Gol, she successfully argued for herself, a place in the VSA’s medical track. She quickly rose from Adept to Healer, and though viewed with dislike and distaste by the majority of Vulcan, her abilities were such that many would ‘overlook’ her status for the help she provided.
And now T’Ceya found herself looking into human eyes, Amanda’s eyes, so much like Spock’s. “I have taken leave of your son and he is still in the meditation room, I would like to talk with Surat first and then have Spock with us before we discuss any findings we have from the meld, if that is agreeable T’Sai?” She purposely pitched her voice low and soft.
“Oh, of course!” Amanda’s gaze moved over to her husband’s, and he nodded silently. Amanda spoke again. “Surat is in the gardens at the end near the north facing wall, you can’t miss it. You can reach it through these doors here.” Amanda gestured to double doors that led outside to a patio and then into the gardens.
“Thank you T’Sai.” T’Ceya bowed again to both Sarek and Amanda and made her way out into the gardens to Surat. She had been surprised when Surat had contacted her; they had what humans would call a ‘history’ together. T’Ceya thought back to that time. They had met on Betazed, under what was a less than ideal situation. The ship that Surat was on had suffered damage from an Ion storm and had finally made its way to one of the small space-docks on Betazed for much needed repairs. The space-dock was located near the Healer’s Guild where T’Ceya was currently studying and residing. T’Ceya had been summoned because one of the passengers of the ship was acting erratically and appeared in need of help. When she arrived at the dock, the captain of the ship, a ruddy complexioned human, had pulled her to one side and explained where they had picked up said passenger and if she thought he could have something contagious or dangerous. The passenger was a Vulcan and they had been informed that one of the healers here in dock was Vulcan, could she help? T’Ceya hid her impatience with the captain and asked what behavior he had noted.
“Look, I thought you Vulcan’s were a sour lot.” The captain had said, looking T’Ceya over. “He was ok when he first came on board, quiet, kept to himself. He even helped when the storms hit us, but then he became, I don’t know, edgy.”
“Did you note a change in his eating or drinking habits?” T’Ceya asked quietly, she was beginning to suspect something.
“Na, never noticed him eat to be honest. He just kept getting more and more edgy and angry. He got bloody angry.” The captain grimaced and continued. “Attacked one of my crew he did, took three of us to take him down. We don’t really have a medical person on board you know, just one of our engineers who has some training. She’s never seen the likes of this. We’ve got him in the hold right now.”
T’Ceya nodded though inside her thoughts and feelings were whirling. While it could be anything, and of course she would need to examine him before making a definitive diagnosis, it was leading more and more to this particular Vulcan’s Time. She could not of course speak of this with the captain, or with any non Vulcan. She scoffed internally, if it was his Time of Mating, he may have already begun his Plak Tow, the Blood Fever. If she was correct about this, then the Vulcan was already dying and she would have to make a decision and fast.
She turned and spoke quickly with the captain. “I will need to examine him, but first is there a way I can observe him without entering the hold?”
“Yeah, we have observation windows up top, the entire hold can be seen from there.”
They had made their way quickly to the ship and there T’Ceya’s diagnosis was confirmed. The Vulcan male was young, probably no more than 50 earth years; his body was twitching from the effort he made to keep it under control, his breathing labored. His brown hair was slicked back from his face and matted with sweat, and he was trying desperately to meditate. He was failing. T’Ceya could see gouge marks on his hands and arms where he had tried to control himself, the blood already congealing into dark emerald streaks. His face and ear tips were flushed a deep mossy color in contrast to his lips that were the palest jade. T’Ceya’s mind quickly started to formulate what had to be done. Less than six percent of Vulcan’s population was unbonded. Could he be part of that percentage? T’Ceya dismissed the thought. It was more likely that he had a bond-mate on Vulcan, it was logical to assume that he was on his way back to Vulcan when the storm had hit causing this unfortunate delay and now resulting in the fact that he would die light-years from home. T’Ceya took a deep breath and made her decision. She would join with him physically to help with his biological symptoms. She was certain with him being that far into his Plak Tow that she could support him mentally without forming a permanent bond. She would effectively be a surrogate for him, a notion not unheard of on Vulcan, though never outwardly discussed. She smiled sadly, inwardly to herself. It was a logical decision and one that was arrived at logically. T’Ceya turned to the captain.
“Captain.” She filled her voice with as much authority as she could. “The Vulcan may be a carrier of an unknown virus, I will need to examine him physically and for that we must put the ship under quarantine.”
“Wha? Ahh…my ship? The whole ship? Repairs need to be done! I’ll lose money, bloody hell!” The captain was blustering and becoming red in the face.
T’Ceya didn’t falter. “If you would rather have some unknown contagion infecting every person here at this dock, then by all means captain. Have your repairs done. Which of your crew would like to volunteer to remove the Vulcan from the hold?” T’Ceya glared at him. “I will of course inform the Healer’s Guild of your decision, you of course may no longer find a port on Betazed, but I suppose that is the price you are willing to pay…captain.”
The captain stood there a moment and then nodded his consent, mumbling under his breath as he began the task of informing his crew and putting his ship under quarantine. T’Ceya quickly notified the Guild of the quarantine and that she would stay with the passenger. She spoke quietly with the She’nat, the highest Guild member and her mentor, informing her that the passenger was not contagious, that it was a matter of Vulcan biology and that while she could not discuss it, she could help. The Guild agreed with the quarantine and the plan was put in place….
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T’Ceya came back from her memories to find that she had walked the length of the gardens and was now standing in front of Surat who was sitting on a bench. They had not spoken in over twelve years, had physically not seen each other since Betazed, over twenty years ago. She saw in him now a lean masculinity, less boyish in face and body, a Vulcan that was entering his prime. He smiled at her and bowed his head indicating for her to take a seat next to him. Ahh, the rumors she had heard about him were true then, he too was ‘without logic.’ She sat down feeling the warmth of his body next to her. He spoke to her, the pitch of his voice low and soothing, a sound she remembered.
“I was not sure that you would come to be honest. Our last conversation was not a pleasant one.” He put up his hand to stall her from speaking. “That was my fault I know. I could have handled it better.” He pursed his lips slightly and let out a sigh.
“You were grateful to me on Betazed.” T’Ceya replied, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. “If you had truly wanted to bond with me, why did you not ask on Betazed afterwards? You made reference to it at one point and then there was nothing but silence.”
“I was ashamed of what I had done, what I had forced upon you…I…I did not understand until then how our emotions rule us during that time. I could have killed you, you were not my chosen bond-mate and I could have killed you…” Surat closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“But that did not happen and you returned here to Vulcan.” T’Ceya stated, her eyes flashing anger in their depths. “You chose not to bond with T’Ulia either, leaving you free and yet your Time came again and you did not seek me out. You waited until years after the fact before contacting me.”
“I am guilty of many mistakes T’Ceya.” Surat said quietly. “I formed an emotional attachment to you during my Time that I had not anticipated. I felt that I had dishonored both you and T’Ulia, she was my intended bond-mate and yet what I felt for her paled in comparison to my feelings for you. My emotions overwhelmed me. I certainly was not thinking logically. I am Vulcan, and yet I was not behaving as such. When my Time came again I sought out other means. I did not want to burden you again, hurt you again. My life now has changed T’Ceya.”
“Indeed.” T’Ceya replied dryly. “And as for not coming…I am a Healer, there is one there…” She gestured towards the house. “Who is in great need of me. You were correct when you informed me that he no longer shared a bond with T’Pring. In actuality it appears that he never shared one with her, the neural pathways associated with the bonding process in this instance were used instead as a one-way conduit. T’Pring would be aware of the link between them, Spock would not. His mind up until recently was constantly being reprogrammed if you will. His bond with Ms. Uhura has disrupted that process and allowed me to begin to repair and restore his memories of those times under the influence of the link.”
Surat turned to face her more fully. She continued. “It is not only T’Pring who is part of the link to Spock. While melded with him I could feel a great many minds pressing down, I cannot tell how many are involved, but they have managed to join and augment their telepathy. And they are aware of Ms. Uhura, more so than was first apparent. You must make sure she is safe. I am of no doubt that they will try to get to her.”
Surat nodded. “I agree. I will notify my contacts at the Academy.” He stood up and reached his hand out to her. T’Ceya hesitated for a moment before allowing him to help her up. Surat spoke again. “We will go and find Spock and then we will discuss your findings with Sarek and Amanda, the sooner we do so then the sooner we can begin to plan, do you agree?”
“Of course.” T’Ceya lowered her eyes and began to make her way back towards the house, Surat followed her. His voice stopped her.
“Oh, and T’Ceya?” His voice was low and warm. “It is more than merely agreeable to see you again. Much, much more.” And with a gentle smile he passed her, leaving her to stare in shock at his retreating back before she pulled herself together and joined him.
Kallan’s Ship - enroute to Vulcan
The silence was dragging on as each of them sat with their own thoughts. When she had first started to talk to them there had been questions, questions that Uhura hadn’t been sure of how to answer. McCoy had asked point blank if Vulcan bonding constituted a marriage and if Spock had technically been married to T’Pring when Uhura and Spock had created the bond between them. She had told them as much as she knew and that had seemed to satisfy McCoy. Gaila had been hurt that she hadn’t talked to her in depth and Uhura understood. Uhura had friends at the Academy, not as many as when she had first started, it had been a normal decline as she had become busier with her studies, but Gaila was her best friend. Kirk surprisingly had listened and even pulled a face at her when she mentioned favoritism and being afraid of having her academic record judged on her relationship with Spock. He snorted and rolled his eyes at her.
“Look Uhura, Nyota…” Uhura glared at him and Kirk continued, grinning wickedly at her. “I think the first person to ever accuse you of sleeping your way to the top of the class had better have their last will and testament in place.”
“The thing is…” McCoy interrupted. “Where does this leave us now? We know we’re on our way to Vulcan, that Kallan guy told us that. Hell, he was nice enough to let us know what our new careers would be, but are y’all telling me that no-one, and I mean no-one knows we’re gone? I mean shit; Vulcan is part of the damn Federation!”
Uhura sighed, her head ached. “Look.” She said quietly. “They’ve tampered with Academy records; it’s been made to look like we’re off on maneuvers. The Academy sends cadets out in teams all the time. Remember last month? Those cadets that were sent out for a week in Greenland, no-one knew about it until they’d returned.”
McCoy nodded. “It’s just God damn frustrating!”
“The thing is, until we land we’re not going to be able to do much.” Kirk straightened up and looked over at Gaila. “It seems like you and me babe are going to get the worst of the deal here, you back in the slaver pits and me the guinea pig. I for one am not letting that fucking happen. We’re gonna have to come up with something!”
So now here they were, looking at each other and not speaking, letting the silence drag. Soon enough they would be on Vulcan, but hopefully before then, Uhura thought, they would perhaps have some plan in place…
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Shi’Kahr, Vulcan
“…There is still a chance that Spock can be contacted through the link.” Surat’s voice was clear. He, T’Ceya, Sarek, Amanda and Spock were now sitting in the parlor. It had not been his first choice, but Amanda had wanted to sit there, had somehow needed it and Sarek had agreed with his wife and so they were all sitting around the table in deep discussion.
“But T’Ceya, you said that Spock’s bond somehow disrupted this link.” Amanda’s face betrayed worry.
“I did T’Sai, but the link is being augmented by many minds, not just T’Pring. They are using a technology unknown to us to achieve this. Even the strongest telepath could not withstand that kind of assault. If they even partially re-establish the link then Spock will be affected.”
“And Nyota?” Spock’s voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed his worry. “She must be protected at all costs.”
“My son we will do what we can.” Sarek’s voice was low. “So we are agreed that contact must be made with Sokal and T’Pana to inform them that Spock is here.”
“Yes, we know that they are in fact aware of this. When Spock informs them of his visit, he will ask to see T’Pring. I have no doubt that they will not comply with this request.” Surat looked down at his personal comm that was attached to his belt; there was a message for him. He looked around him at the other, Sarek, Spock and even T’Ceya all displayed a calm façade. Amanda showed worry, though it was subdued in deference to the Vulcans around her. She got up from the table and made her way to the kitchen. Surat rose too. “I need to check in with my contacts. With your permission may I use your study…” He bowed his request to leave at Sarek.
“Of course, we will await you here.” Sarek looked over at Amanda and for a moment concern clearly showed on his face before he quickly suppressed it.
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Surat made his way to Sarek’s study and closed the heavy doors. He sat at Sarek’s desk and activated the Comm. After keying in his code he waited until the screen filled with a face. A face that was flitting with emotion and none of it good. He spoke quickly.
“Prem, I received your message, what has happened to Cadet Uhura?”
“They’re gone. Records here are showing that Cadets Uhura, McCoy, Kirk and Kai-Nel have been sent out on maneuvers, location unknown. It appears legitimate, but…”
Surat frowned. “It is too close to our removing Spock from Earth to be a coincidence.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Prem furrowed his brow, the leaf pattern crinkled, a clear sign that he was agitated. “They were master hackers whoever did this. Special Ops is sifting through every byte of memory, every mainframe. Also, you aren’t going to like this either but Uhura hasn’t used her personal transporter, it’s not been activated…”
“Keep me informed Prem.” Surat was interrupted from saying more by the door of the study opening and Amanda rushing in. Surat quickly shut the Comm down. Amanda was by his side, she was shaking.
“Surat, something’s happened!” Amanda’s voice shook. “It’s Spock, something’s wrong, I think it’s with the bond, please come…hurry!”
They both went back to the parlor to find Spock sitting much as before, but now his features were slack, his eyes unblinking. Sarek sat on one side of him with T’Ceya on the other. T’Ceya was speaking slowly to Sarek. While not touching Spock she was clearly in a meld with him. Her voice was pitched much lower than her normal cadence and she was repeating the same phrase over and over again. “I cannot find her….I cannot find her….Nyota…Nyota!”
TBC…