Star Trek: Two Hearts, One Soul Part 7
Title: Star Trek: Two Hearts, One Soul
Author: NaomiPhoenix
Chapter(s): 7-?
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, Scotty/Uhura
Summary: The Federation is at risk of collapse as is Starfleet. Post STID.
Previous Chapter: http://naomiphoenix.livejournal.com/8655.html
Chapter Six
“Gah! Politicians! If I could have my way I’d stick ‘em out the nearest airlock. Every step of the way they’ve stuck red tap across our path.”
“One step forward, two steps back.”
“More like a hundred steps back. We cannot deny that we have billions of refugees flooding in; needing to be placed, housed, fed and treated and they are stalling at every turn. By the Great Bird, I want to rip my hair out by the roots. It would be a damn sight more pleasant then dealing with them again!”
“I suggest desperate measures.”
“Like what?”
“Kirk.”
***
“Hey kid. Did you forget you are still on shift?” Bones let himself into Jim’s quarters to find his friend staring blankly at an empty screen. “Jim, what’s happened?”
For a few seconds it seemed as if Jim hadn’t heard him but then Jim let out a deep sigh and looked at him, “They promoted me Bones.”
“What? What to?”
“All the way to the top. Fleet Admiral.”
“Fleet Admiral?! What about Barnes?”
“Voluntarily stood down. Apparently he could get nowhere with the Federation Council, so after a great big discussion with the rest of the Admiralty, they decided to give the job to me cause they can’t be bothered!” His voice rose angrily at the end. His eyes fluttered closed with another heavy sigh.
“How long has it been since you slept properly kiddo?”
“Admiral Kiddo to you! Ugh, I don’t know. What‘s sleep again? Is it nice?”
“Go splash some water on your face and I’ll show you how it’s done.
Jim was surprised at how quickly he managed to get to sleep just by being cuddled by his best friend.
***
Jim awake to the sound of whispering voices.
“Lazy, good-for-nothing, sons-of-bitches! It’s been more than a year and he’s been working non-stop. Now they’re dumping this on him! I can’t believe after everything, they’re taking him off the Enterprise.” It was Uhura.
“No, not happening.”
“Jim?”
“’m awake. And I’m keeping Enterprise. They just made me Commander-in-Chief of the entire bloody fleet. They couldn’t exactly take her away from me even if they dare try.”
“What are they thinking? No offense farm boy, you are more than capable of this but you should not be stuck behind a desk, not with all that’s happening.”
“I won’t be. If they think they can keep me trapped and controlled they’re in for an awful shock.”
“So how are we going to play this?”
“Computer, unlock classified Kirk file Alpha-Charlie-Zulu-1-2-8-0-7. Authorisation Kirk, James Tiberius Alpha-Delta-Golf-7-3-0.”
“Working. Secondary password required.”
“Na’t’nash-veh k’hat’n’dlawa.” Uhura looked at him with an amused gaze before she nearly jumped out of her skin. An innocuous looking paperweight fell to the floor as a small section of Jim’s desk rose up. “Damn, I always forget to shift this thing first,” Jim said, rising out of the bed as picking up the paperweight as the concealed section finished making its appearance. With a click and a flicker, it came to life, showing itself to be a multi-screen projector. A range of texts, graphics and predictive computations appeared across the wall.
“Holy.”
“You’re going to send the Admiralty and the Federation Council into cardiac arrest.”
***
The ship came out of nowhere, a Klingon vessel of unknown design. Its engines were ablaze and its warp core had been jettisoned hours earlier.
“Are there any life signs?”
“Two sir, very faint.”
“Chief, can you get a lock on them?” Jim called down the comm..
“Locked and awaiting your orders Admiral.”
“Bring it over. Bridge to Medbay. Bones, I think we’re going to need you in the Main Transporter Room. Two coming aboard, possibly injured. Uhura, you have the conn.”
By the time Jim had arrived at the Transporter Room, Bones had one of the rescued party on a stretcher, racing to surgery. The other was still on the Pad, sealed inside a giant egg, being screened by the Security Team.
“What have we got?”
“Klingon male, badly injured and unconscious. The second life sign is stable, inside this device but we can’t make out exactly what the life sign is. It could be a wild animal in there for all we know, sir.”
Jim knelt down beside it, feeling along the seam, looking for a way to get it open. On the third feel around, his fingernail caught on something on the back of the egg. Cautiously, he depressed it until the top half of the egg popped off. Almost instantly, a little whimper reached their ears. Jim practically threw the lid aside. The infant was little more than a few days to a week old. Her skin and hair, a heedful of curls, were like gold, her wide eyes the colour of the Terran sky. Her ears, curled at little at the tips, were pointed, Vulcan.
“Oh, you are beautiful.”
***
Jim refused to put her down. Other than cursory tours of the ship and check-ins to the bridge he hung around Medbay until Bones finished his surgery on the other survivor.
“Scanning her would go a lot quicker if you’d put her down Jim.”
“Please just do it Bones. No one else can make heads or tails of her readings.” The little girl suckled happily on a bottle after just having her nappy changed while they waited for Bones to give them her results.
“Bloody hell,” Bones whispered as he looked over the DNA results .
“What is it Bones? Is she alright?”
“She’s...she’s a second generation hybrid.”
“Second generation? What does that mean? That one or both of her parents are hybrids too?”
“One parent, her father to be exact. She’s half Klingon, quarter human and quarter Vulcan. She’s also the granddaughter of the Klingon we have in recovery and the daughter of...”
“Spock. She’s Spock’s.”
“It’s no wonder you’re so attached to the little mite.”
“Sons of bitches. They sent him into Klingon space,” Jim hissed. “They could have gotten him killed!” The bottle slipped from the little girl’s mouth and she was none too pleased.
“Give it here a moment. I better make sure it has everything she needs in it.”
“I wonder what her name is?”
***
They learned her name the next morning when her grandfather finally awake.
“I’m Ca-Admiral James T. Kirk. You’re aboard the USS Enterprise.”
“I’m Doctor Bath’ra. My ship?”
“Some items were retrieved. Cases of data chips, some devices and a box containing a large fur.”
“And Batlh, is she well?” he reached up to hold the hand of the little girl still cradled in Jim’s arms.
“Batlh is well. She’s already the darling of the ship.”
“I would ask you to find her father for me. He is a Starfleet Office by the name of.”
“We know. He served on this ship once. And you have my word, father and daughter will be united. I take it then that you won’t be staying?”
“I can’t. I left only to get Batlh, and if he asks her name is Klingon for honour, to safety. My daughter and our dearest friend Sal, King of Taamar were murdered two, no three days ago by Sal’s own daughter, the Princess Setella. As you could likely tell by the damage to my ship, we barely made it.”
“What exactly is happening on Taamar?”
“Spock’s presence on Taamar caused an event which freed us, at least for a while, from the tyranny of Setella and her Klingon and Taam followers. They refused to believe that Klingon space has become polluted and would allow no one to leave. When Spock’s identity was confirmed, they attempted to arrest him. He escaped with rQara and Setella’s Klingon followers went to hunt them down. It was night and late in the autumn. We Klingons are weak when it comes to the cold. Their pursuers perished and we gained an unexpected freedom. Many Taam were able to escape before Setella regained her following and started a civil war. Her people have control of the space port. Sal attempted to damage her power by marrying rQara, claiming and naming Batlh as his heir. Needless to say it backfired.” Jim started to reply but Bath’ra chose to continue. “I would ask for Starfleet’s help but you are already stretched to breaking point.”
“It is, for now but there are plans to greatly extend its size, at least temporarily.”
“Then perhaps, when it is possible, send us help.”
“You have my word.”
***
The Enterprise arrived in Earth orbit some days later, after seeing Bath’ra off with a well stocked shuttle, to huge celebrations. The majority of the Enterprise crew avoided them, including Jim, to the chagrin of the Admiralty, who were called away from them to an emergency meeting with the new Fleet Admiral.
Jim stood waiting for them, wearing the most formal of the Admiralty uniforms, a masterpiece of white and gold, cut to suit him to perfection. There were a few double takes at the purple sash he wore until someone realised it was actually a sling, with a baby inside.
“Kirk, when did you become a father?”
“I haven’t. For now, I am simply her guardian. Admiral, may I introduce Batlh, Queen of Taam. It is the plight of her people and many others like them within Klingon Empire, for which I have called this meeting. If you could all be seated.”
If the Admiralty had had any previous awareness of just what would take place of the coming hours and days, they may have never promoted Kirk, as he made them look completely useless. They sat, some enthralled, others horrified, but the scale of the endeavour Kirk was proposing.
“There is no was the federation Council will accept this proposal.”
“And if they don’t, I’ll simply go straight to the people. There will be those willing to help with the use of their private vessels.”
“Why should we help the Klingons? They bought this calamity on themselves.”
“And onto the many subject species of the Klingon Empire. Would you leave them to suffer?”
“Damn you Kirk.” But truth be told there was no faulty his genius.
“This will free up a part of the Fleet to return to their exploratory missions. They will, hopefully, find suitable worlds to house and feed all these relocated people.”
***
The meeting with the Federation Council went as well as forecast. No one of them where interested in offering ships or assistance because quite simply, at least in their minds, there was nothing in it for them. And Jim didn’t waste time trying to talk to them a second time. By day four of their return to Earth the entire Federation was glued to their vid screens listening to Starfleet’s dashing and handsome new Fleet Admiral called for private citizens to help the billions endangered by the pollution of Klingon space. Offers poured in almost immediately after the footage first aired. By the time Batlh had started to crawl, at only three months because she was growing like a Klingon, a Secondary and Tertiary fleet of volunteer ships had been formed and began their training. Just as it seemed possible to finally recall the USS Endeavour to Earth, a startling message came into Starfleet HQ. A Vulcan Doctor, the very same who had lead the team who had bio-engineered Spock, had chosen to come out of his self exile to request Priority transport to Uzh-T’Khasi. The Endeavour was the closest ship available.
***
Next Chapter: http://naomiphoenix.livejournal.com/9151.html
Author: NaomiPhoenix
Chapter(s): 7-?
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, Scotty/Uhura
Summary: The Federation is at risk of collapse as is Starfleet. Post STID.
Previous Chapter: http://naomiphoenix.livejournal.com/8655.html
Chapter Six
“Gah! Politicians! If I could have my way I’d stick ‘em out the nearest airlock. Every step of the way they’ve stuck red tap across our path.”
“One step forward, two steps back.”
“More like a hundred steps back. We cannot deny that we have billions of refugees flooding in; needing to be placed, housed, fed and treated and they are stalling at every turn. By the Great Bird, I want to rip my hair out by the roots. It would be a damn sight more pleasant then dealing with them again!”
“I suggest desperate measures.”
“Like what?”
“Kirk.”
***
“Hey kid. Did you forget you are still on shift?” Bones let himself into Jim’s quarters to find his friend staring blankly at an empty screen. “Jim, what’s happened?”
For a few seconds it seemed as if Jim hadn’t heard him but then Jim let out a deep sigh and looked at him, “They promoted me Bones.”
“What? What to?”
“All the way to the top. Fleet Admiral.”
“Fleet Admiral?! What about Barnes?”
“Voluntarily stood down. Apparently he could get nowhere with the Federation Council, so after a great big discussion with the rest of the Admiralty, they decided to give the job to me cause they can’t be bothered!” His voice rose angrily at the end. His eyes fluttered closed with another heavy sigh.
“How long has it been since you slept properly kiddo?”
“Admiral Kiddo to you! Ugh, I don’t know. What‘s sleep again? Is it nice?”
“Go splash some water on your face and I’ll show you how it’s done.
Jim was surprised at how quickly he managed to get to sleep just by being cuddled by his best friend.
***
Jim awake to the sound of whispering voices.
“Lazy, good-for-nothing, sons-of-bitches! It’s been more than a year and he’s been working non-stop. Now they’re dumping this on him! I can’t believe after everything, they’re taking him off the Enterprise.” It was Uhura.
“No, not happening.”
“Jim?”
“’m awake. And I’m keeping Enterprise. They just made me Commander-in-Chief of the entire bloody fleet. They couldn’t exactly take her away from me even if they dare try.”
“What are they thinking? No offense farm boy, you are more than capable of this but you should not be stuck behind a desk, not with all that’s happening.”
“I won’t be. If they think they can keep me trapped and controlled they’re in for an awful shock.”
“So how are we going to play this?”
“Computer, unlock classified Kirk file Alpha-Charlie-Zulu-1-2-8-0-7. Authorisation Kirk, James Tiberius Alpha-Delta-Golf-7-3-0.”
“Working. Secondary password required.”
“Na’t’nash-veh k’hat’n’dlawa.” Uhura looked at him with an amused gaze before she nearly jumped out of her skin. An innocuous looking paperweight fell to the floor as a small section of Jim’s desk rose up. “Damn, I always forget to shift this thing first,” Jim said, rising out of the bed as picking up the paperweight as the concealed section finished making its appearance. With a click and a flicker, it came to life, showing itself to be a multi-screen projector. A range of texts, graphics and predictive computations appeared across the wall.
“Holy.”
“You’re going to send the Admiralty and the Federation Council into cardiac arrest.”
***
The ship came out of nowhere, a Klingon vessel of unknown design. Its engines were ablaze and its warp core had been jettisoned hours earlier.
“Are there any life signs?”
“Two sir, very faint.”
“Chief, can you get a lock on them?” Jim called down the comm..
“Locked and awaiting your orders Admiral.”
“Bring it over. Bridge to Medbay. Bones, I think we’re going to need you in the Main Transporter Room. Two coming aboard, possibly injured. Uhura, you have the conn.”
By the time Jim had arrived at the Transporter Room, Bones had one of the rescued party on a stretcher, racing to surgery. The other was still on the Pad, sealed inside a giant egg, being screened by the Security Team.
“What have we got?”
“Klingon male, badly injured and unconscious. The second life sign is stable, inside this device but we can’t make out exactly what the life sign is. It could be a wild animal in there for all we know, sir.”
Jim knelt down beside it, feeling along the seam, looking for a way to get it open. On the third feel around, his fingernail caught on something on the back of the egg. Cautiously, he depressed it until the top half of the egg popped off. Almost instantly, a little whimper reached their ears. Jim practically threw the lid aside. The infant was little more than a few days to a week old. Her skin and hair, a heedful of curls, were like gold, her wide eyes the colour of the Terran sky. Her ears, curled at little at the tips, were pointed, Vulcan.
“Oh, you are beautiful.”
***
Jim refused to put her down. Other than cursory tours of the ship and check-ins to the bridge he hung around Medbay until Bones finished his surgery on the other survivor.
“Scanning her would go a lot quicker if you’d put her down Jim.”
“Please just do it Bones. No one else can make heads or tails of her readings.” The little girl suckled happily on a bottle after just having her nappy changed while they waited for Bones to give them her results.
“Bloody hell,” Bones whispered as he looked over the DNA results .
“What is it Bones? Is she alright?”
“She’s...she’s a second generation hybrid.”
“Second generation? What does that mean? That one or both of her parents are hybrids too?”
“One parent, her father to be exact. She’s half Klingon, quarter human and quarter Vulcan. She’s also the granddaughter of the Klingon we have in recovery and the daughter of...”
“Spock. She’s Spock’s.”
“It’s no wonder you’re so attached to the little mite.”
“Sons of bitches. They sent him into Klingon space,” Jim hissed. “They could have gotten him killed!” The bottle slipped from the little girl’s mouth and she was none too pleased.
“Give it here a moment. I better make sure it has everything she needs in it.”
“I wonder what her name is?”
***
They learned her name the next morning when her grandfather finally awake.
“I’m Ca-Admiral James T. Kirk. You’re aboard the USS Enterprise.”
“I’m Doctor Bath’ra. My ship?”
“Some items were retrieved. Cases of data chips, some devices and a box containing a large fur.”
“And Batlh, is she well?” he reached up to hold the hand of the little girl still cradled in Jim’s arms.
“Batlh is well. She’s already the darling of the ship.”
“I would ask you to find her father for me. He is a Starfleet Office by the name of.”
“We know. He served on this ship once. And you have my word, father and daughter will be united. I take it then that you won’t be staying?”
“I can’t. I left only to get Batlh, and if he asks her name is Klingon for honour, to safety. My daughter and our dearest friend Sal, King of Taamar were murdered two, no three days ago by Sal’s own daughter, the Princess Setella. As you could likely tell by the damage to my ship, we barely made it.”
“What exactly is happening on Taamar?”
“Spock’s presence on Taamar caused an event which freed us, at least for a while, from the tyranny of Setella and her Klingon and Taam followers. They refused to believe that Klingon space has become polluted and would allow no one to leave. When Spock’s identity was confirmed, they attempted to arrest him. He escaped with rQara and Setella’s Klingon followers went to hunt them down. It was night and late in the autumn. We Klingons are weak when it comes to the cold. Their pursuers perished and we gained an unexpected freedom. Many Taam were able to escape before Setella regained her following and started a civil war. Her people have control of the space port. Sal attempted to damage her power by marrying rQara, claiming and naming Batlh as his heir. Needless to say it backfired.” Jim started to reply but Bath’ra chose to continue. “I would ask for Starfleet’s help but you are already stretched to breaking point.”
“It is, for now but there are plans to greatly extend its size, at least temporarily.”
“Then perhaps, when it is possible, send us help.”
“You have my word.”
***
The Enterprise arrived in Earth orbit some days later, after seeing Bath’ra off with a well stocked shuttle, to huge celebrations. The majority of the Enterprise crew avoided them, including Jim, to the chagrin of the Admiralty, who were called away from them to an emergency meeting with the new Fleet Admiral.
Jim stood waiting for them, wearing the most formal of the Admiralty uniforms, a masterpiece of white and gold, cut to suit him to perfection. There were a few double takes at the purple sash he wore until someone realised it was actually a sling, with a baby inside.
“Kirk, when did you become a father?”
“I haven’t. For now, I am simply her guardian. Admiral, may I introduce Batlh, Queen of Taam. It is the plight of her people and many others like them within Klingon Empire, for which I have called this meeting. If you could all be seated.”
If the Admiralty had had any previous awareness of just what would take place of the coming hours and days, they may have never promoted Kirk, as he made them look completely useless. They sat, some enthralled, others horrified, but the scale of the endeavour Kirk was proposing.
“There is no was the federation Council will accept this proposal.”
“And if they don’t, I’ll simply go straight to the people. There will be those willing to help with the use of their private vessels.”
“Why should we help the Klingons? They bought this calamity on themselves.”
“And onto the many subject species of the Klingon Empire. Would you leave them to suffer?”
“Damn you Kirk.” But truth be told there was no faulty his genius.
“This will free up a part of the Fleet to return to their exploratory missions. They will, hopefully, find suitable worlds to house and feed all these relocated people.”
***
The meeting with the Federation Council went as well as forecast. No one of them where interested in offering ships or assistance because quite simply, at least in their minds, there was nothing in it for them. And Jim didn’t waste time trying to talk to them a second time. By day four of their return to Earth the entire Federation was glued to their vid screens listening to Starfleet’s dashing and handsome new Fleet Admiral called for private citizens to help the billions endangered by the pollution of Klingon space. Offers poured in almost immediately after the footage first aired. By the time Batlh had started to crawl, at only three months because she was growing like a Klingon, a Secondary and Tertiary fleet of volunteer ships had been formed and began their training. Just as it seemed possible to finally recall the USS Endeavour to Earth, a startling message came into Starfleet HQ. A Vulcan Doctor, the very same who had lead the team who had bio-engineered Spock, had chosen to come out of his self exile to request Priority transport to Uzh-T’Khasi. The Endeavour was the closest ship available.
***
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