Soul Bound 03/? (Hermione/Spock - PG13)
Title: Soul Bound - 03
Categories: Harry Potter, Star Trek AOS/Reboot/IX/2009
Type: gen, het, romance, drama, scifi, supernatural
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Hermione/nu!Spock
For: crossbigbang
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood and co, JK Rowling does. I don’t know Trekverse and associated characters, Paramount and various other holding companies do.
Author Notes: See the Master Post for full notes.
AU after B7 Deathly Hallows; ignore the epilogue. AU to Star Trek Reboot the movie. The Narada destroys the Kelvin but the events in the movie have changed because Spock’s motivation, character, and history have changed since he met a particular little girl. Butterfly Effect.
Acknowledgments: Janni, for the art created and my beta Kit.
Last Edited: June 11, 2011, Please note this may be revised & updated.
Summary: Hermione, Harry, and Luna adjust to life on twenty-third century Earth and make contact with the Vulcans.
AN: Pre the core events of ST Reboot (Academy, Battle of Vulcan, Narada). Will be AU from here on out.
~ooO 03 New World, Old Friends Ooo~
Harry stumbled and fell onto his hands and knees, feeling very queasy. He turned his head and saw Luna and Hermione looked as bad as he felt. Hastily he cast several disillusionment and Notice-Me-Not charms before looking around. They were standing in the middle of a bare expanse of grass dotted by bits of rubble, the shattered remnants of Stonehenge.
Luna was horrified by the desecration. "What happened here?"
"A war." Hermione answered grimly. "The Eugenics War, World War Three… it destroyed entire cities. Britain is a pretty small island and it had a very dense population. Khan took pleasure in wiping out historical sites and records, as well as whole populations. If he had succeeded, he would have rewritten history in his image."
Harry tensed. He had already survived one megalomaniac and was not interested in repeating the experience if it could be avoided. "I hope he is no longer around." His voice was carefully neutral but the tension did not fade until he heard Hermione's answer.
"He isn't. Come on; we have to find a town, the smaller the better."
"Uh, are you sure Hermione? Won't they recognize us as outsiders?"
"Yes. But hopefully they won't have the advanced tech and investigators who can prove that we don't belong here."
Luna frowned. "What about money? We don't have any of these credit chips that you told us about."
"We'll have to Confound a jeweller into buying some of the gems and gold," Harry said. "Don't look at me like that, Hermione! You know I'm right. In fact, he'll get a very good deal on his purchase from us."
"Oh, all right." Hermione muttered before casting a charm to display population densities in the surrounding area.
After some debate, they Apparated to one of the larger towns and secured hair from several passers-by. They located a jeweller who bought unset gems and gold before taking a dose of polyjuice.
Harry's plan went perfectly. The Confundus was only required to 'persuade' the jeweller to ignore the proof of ownership issue. As far as he was concerned, he had verified everything and was getting a great deal on some very nice gems (he was) and gold at bargain rates well below the going market rate.
The three used their newfound wealth to buy a picnic lunch and sit in a local park a nice distance from potential cameras or recorders.
"What next?" Harry asked once they had demolished their meals.
Hermione considered the question before making a decision.
"Harry, you have your Invisibility Cloak, right?"
"Of course! If you want to know, I also nicked the Elder wand from Dumbledore's tomb and picked up the Resurrection Stone from the Forbidden Forest."
Hermione blinked. "That was very smart of you. The wizarding world doesn't need anyone claiming the Hallows for their cause."
Harry blinked taken aback by her calm response. "Wait, what happened to the Hallows being too dangerous and powerful?"
Her answering look was patient and tolerant. "They are. But I think you have matured a lot since then. You won't use them on a whim."
Harry swallowed hard and blinked back tears her words invoked. He focused on the situation, what had to be done.
"What do you want me to do?" He managed to keep his voice from trembling.
"As much as I hate to stereotype, I want you to find a Goyle."
"A Goyle?" Harry was baffled.
"Yes. A criminal-type minion. You know, a shifty looking thuggish character who looks like he is involved in illegal activities."
Harry choked on a laugh. "Got it."
Hermione nodded. "Good. When you are reasonably sure he is alone, use an undirected magic pulse to short out any electronics and stun him. Bring him here and we can interrogate him with Veritaserum for some current information."
"Uh Hermione, what are we going to do with him after we're done questioning him?"
"We'll Obliviate him and hire his services for a few gems if he has the contacts we need."
Hermione's plan worked perfectly.
Edwin Joseph was low on the criminal totem scale, but he knew people who were willing to create records and identity chips that would pass a cursory inspection.
While Harry accompanied their 'minion', Luna played in the park with the local children, who were more than happy to teach an adult how to do things. Hermione used part of their funds to purchase a set of encrypted comm. devices and began familiarizing herself with the equipment.
Once Harry returned with the fake ID records, Hermione announced her plans.
"I don't want to risk all of us at the same time, so I'm going to go ahead by myself and make contact. Once it is settled I'll send a message to these comm. devices." She handed one to Harry and Luna. "I can't carry one with me, so you'll have to wait for my message. Luna, please teach Harry all you've learnt. Use the ID chips to access the local databases and library archives. Look up history and current events. I'd like to get a more complete picture of the situation since my last talk with Spock was more than fifteen years ago."
Harry grumbled. "I don't like you going alone without any backup."
"Harry, we don't have much of a choice. I promise I'll be careful."
Harry fidgeted and opened his mouth to blurt out his uncensored opinion of her plan before catching himself. She was right. She was most knowledgeable of all three of them. She wasn't the sort to take foolish risks, that was his job. After five seconds of dithering he conceded. "Oh, all right."
"Good. I'm going to use local transport to get to San Francisco. Once I get there, it may take a few days to locate Spock. If it takes longer than five days I'll comm. and let you know. Just lie low until then."
"We will Hermione. Don't worry about Harry and me. We'll be careful."
"Yeah. You too be careful okay?"
"Of course."
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
Spock tapped his PADD to accept the incoming message.
"Spock here."
"Lieutenant Spock?" The person was an unfamiliar human male in the scarlet uniform of Operations and Security. "I need to confirm your identity sir."
"Yes?" Spock hid the impatience. He was the only Spock in Starfleet.
"Is your name Spock cha Sarek? Or S'chn T'gai Spah'k?" He mangled the pronunciation of both names but Spock recognized them and froze. He had requested the identity information in his Starfleet personnel record to be sealed.
"Who wishes to know?" He avoided answering the question.
"I have a young human female in detention who wishes to speak to you. She has refused to talk to anyone but Spock cha Sarek."
Who could it be? "I'm on my way, Commander."
Ten minutes later, Spock entered the inner offices of the Academy Security Department. The same Commander who had contacted the Vulcan stood up to greet him.
"Lieutenant Spock, my name is Commander Ventura."
"Commander," Spock greeted the superior officer. "I did not expect you to use those names. It is sealed in my records. Only a few Admirals have the necessary clearance."
"I figured it might be something like that, since she has been pretty polite and truthful," Venture noted.
"May I know the identity of this female having access to classified information?" Spock asked carefully.
Venture smirked. "I was hoping you could help me, Lieutenant, since we don't have a clue. She hasn't registered on any of our databases. In fact the only hits we managed are from facial recognition cyber-bots. She travelled to San Francisco from London via transit shuttle. In fact, there are no electronic records of her before then."
Spock stilled. "That's not possible. Every Terran and Federation citizen has records. Was she smuggled in illegally from a non-Federated colony?"
"I asked her that question under a lie-detector. She said no and passed. In fact she passed on everything she was willing to answer. But she refused to speak about anything else with anyone but you."
"Do you have a picture of her?"
Venture winced. "That's another thing. All electronics seem to go haywire around her. A female security officer did a strip search and used a heavy-duty shielded tricorder to scan her. There is no biological or electronic reason why none of the cameras in the cells are working. We've put her in an interrogation room with one-way mirrors. There is a guard watching her right now."
Spock stilled. "May I see her?"
Venture snorted. "Be my guest. If you can get her to answer a few questions I'd really appreciate it. I want to know how she is disrupting the cameras. It can be a serious security threat if others can duplicate it."
Spock followed the older human to the interrogation rooms. They entered through one of the doors.
"Any change Garrick?"
The young female officer in Operations scarlet shook her head. "Nothing Commander. She has been very co-operative."
Ventura turned and saw the Vulcan staring at the occupant of the interrogation room on the other side of the unbreakable one-way glass. It was the closest thing to shock he had ever seen on a Vulcan.
"You recognize her."
Spock tore his gaze from the curly haired brunette playing Solitaire with an old fashioned deck of plastic cards.
"Yes," the younger male admitted. "But it is not possible."
Ventura frowned. "What do you mean? Is she dead or something?"
Spock remained silent trying to determine what, how, why, when…
"Look, you have questions, I have questions. She said she would talk to you. So go in there and get some answers for us."
Spock hesitated for a split second before complying.
~o~
Hermione looked up as the door slid open. She hoped it wasn't that nice girl trying to do another interrogation. Hermione was willing to co-operate but she had chosen to hold her tongue when they tried to get details of just how she had breached their security. They'd consider her crazy if she said it, and she wasn't willing to demonstrate her abilities to any military organization while she had to remain in custody. She stilled when she saw just who was entering the room. She rose gracefully and lifted her hand into the ta'al.
"I greet thee." She murmured in Vulcan.
"And I thee." He responded in the same language before switching to Standard. "What are you doing here? I believed it was impossible to-."
"Hush." She raised a single finger indicating for silence. Spock blinked but complied. "You ask questions, but are you truly ready for the answers Spock cha Sarek?"
Spock stiffened. It was always too easy to rile him. "I would not ask if I am not."
She held out a hand, the skin of her arm bared from shoulder to fingertip by the spaghetti style sage green sundress she wore. She had removed the cream sweater that kept the slight chill at bay.
"Then read me. If you have the courage to know exactly how and why I am here." Spock hesitated. Hermione raised a challenging brow, very much in the style of Vulcans. "I thought you were ready for the truth, old friend."
His lips pressed together before he reached out and grasped her forearm from the underside so that her own open hand rested on top of his sleeve clad one.
He fell into her mind. It was like coming home.
A few seconds later he came to. His expression visibly harder as he spoke in Vulcan.
"I grant thee sanctuary. In the name of Clan S'chn T'gai. Go to the Embassy with thy comrades and tell the Guardian that Spah'k son of Sarek has granted thee succour on Vulcan soil."
"I hear thee. I shall obey thee."
She shifted gracefully into an odd position, the stance a strange blend between a bow and a curtsy, before stepping back, picking up her sweater and tossing it over her shoulders.
"I await thee, Spah'k. If thou hast the courage greet me in our shared place."
And then she vanished with a pop and a small burst of light.
Immediately the door slid open. Commander Ventura and the female guard barged in.
"lt Spock! What just happened here? Sensors detected an unfamiliar energy build up in this room." Ventura looked around and realized something else. His face went white. "Where did the prisoner go?"
Spock stilled the rage and anger burning in his veins. The information he had gained from the mildest of contacts had been very disturbing. He needed to meditate and prepare for the full story.
He stared at the Commander. He was only fulfilling his duty. It would be illogical to attack him. Even if he was a small threat to My'own.
"lt, if you do not answer me right now I'm going to throw you in the brig!"
Spock blinked. "Commander, I'm afraid I cannot answer your questions. This is now a Vulcan matter. The Vulcan High Council needs to be informed."
"Excuse me?" Ventura was completely taken aback.
"I'm afraid this matter is going to be classified and data restricted once the High Council is informed."
"Wait, what about how she breached campus security? And how she knocked out all the cameras?"
"You do not have to worry about the feat being duplicated Commander. As far as I am aware there are only two other beings who can duplicate her actions and none of them are inclined towards criminal activity."
Spock moved. He needed to contact his father as soon as possible. Sarek could persuade the Council better than a rebellious hybrid. He began sending off messages and submitting for an emergency leave of absence due to a family emergency. He sent a note to his mentor, Captain Pike, requesting the paperwork be expedited.
He needed to see her again, to talk to her in a private unmonitored room, to find out all he didn't get from their brief contact.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
Hermione appeared a few meters away from the side gate of the Vulcan Embassy in plain sight of Starfleet personnel, tourists, and other civilians. She ignored the attention her entrance had drawn and made her way to the ancient oaken door. She lifted her hand to grip the old-fashioned bronze door knocker and rapped sharply in a specific pattern.
A few minutes later a young Vulcan male in a sombre dark blue jumpsuit opened the door and stared at the human intruder.
"Yes?"
"I am Hermione, daughter of Jane and Mark. I seek sanctuary from Vulcan. My request has been granted by Spah'k, son of Sarek, in the name of Clan S'chn T'gai. Starfleet security and other Terran agencies will seek to deny me and my colleagues. I have information that must be communicated to the Vulcan High Council via Sarek."
Her request rattled the young aide.
"Lady…"
"This matter is beyond your responsibilities, young one. I recommend sending for one with the necessary authority."
He considered her suggestion and found it was logical. "Follow me."
Hermione obeyed and stepped over the threshold. "If there is time, I wish to send a few comm. messages first."
The aide hesitated as he shut and sealed the heavy door behind them. "The Ambassador is in a vid-conference. It will not end for another twenty three minutes."
"Enough time for two comm. messages," Hermione declared firmly.
"Do you know the addresses?"
"Of course." She rattled off two sequences of numbers.
The young Vulcan's eyes widened. "You are contacting someone on Vulcan?"
"No young one. I am contacting Lady Amanda and Ambassador Sarek. They need to travel to Terra as quickly as possible."
"The comm. you gave me-."
"Is their private number. I trust you will not share it."
Her expression was cool and relentless, her eyes predatory as any le-matya. The young Vulcan embassy intern swallowed involuntarily and hurried to reassure the suddenly overwhelming female Terran.
"Of course, Lady."
"Good."
Hermione restrained her aura. It would not do to completely unhinge the poor boy. He was probably older than her but completely inexperienced and out of his league.
She watched as he entered the first number. The message she sent was easy - simple and direct.
"It's me. I am in and secure. Follow the bread crumbs in twenty minutes."
While the aide dialled the second number, she removed the elaborate earrings made of clear, green and rose crystals. Deliberately she ran the fleshy base of her thumb over the sharp edges, staining the stones with her blood. The blood glowed faintly before the crystals themselves began glowing, flickering with faint traces of energy as she 'pushed' her own power into the matrices.
"Lady Hermione, Lady Amanda is waiting for you."
Hermione moved to stand before the vidscreen and smiled at the mature beautiful brunette woman on the other end of the channel.
"Hello Ms Grayson. My name is Hermione Granger. You may not know me, but I am acquainted with your son Spock."
Amanda Grayson blinked, taken aback by the blunt introduction. "I find it odd my son has never mentioned you to me, Ms Granger."
Hermione smiled wryly. "I do not since we only met in our dreams." Amanda's dark brown eyes widened in disbelief. "Spock can confirm this when you talk to him. We share a very strong bond that cannot be completely explained by Vulcans or science. Anyway, I came onto some very sensitive information recently. It is not something one individual can act on. To be honest, it is not something for Starfleet or the Federation to act on. This information is for Vulcan and Vulcan alone."
Amanda was silent for some seconds. "Why should I believe you, Ms Granger?"
"Spock does. He has granted me Sanctuary, the protection of your Clan. All I ask is the chance to tell you what I know. If you and Sarek choose to disbelieve me, I will leave and try to act upon the information using my own resources."
Amanda considered the offer and nodded. "We will be there as soon as we can. We'll have a more definite ETA in a few hours." The vidscreen went blank
Hermione turned to the other occupant of the room. "Please show me the room where I will meet the Ambassador."
He bowed and complied before leaving and returning with a tray of refreshments. He stared curious at the crystal jewellery placed on the ground near wall at the far side of the room. Then he blinked realising something.
"Lady Hermione, those stones, they are glowing."
"You state the obvious."
"Where is the power source?" He was confused. "They were not glowing before."
She looked amused. Then two Embassy guards entered the room carrying tricorders and stunners. They frowned once they tracked down the source of their agitation, the glowing crystals.
"What power source is this?" The younger female wanted to know. "It is most… unique."
"And it will be classified once the High Council finds out, so you do not need to know." Hermione spoke calmly.
"And is it beyond my clearance?" A middle-aged Vulcan with pewter grey hair dressed in rich bronze robes inquired mildly.
She tilted her head to one side. "I am not certain." She admitted before lifting her hand in the ta'al. "I greet thee Ambassador Svarn. I am called Hermione."
Svarn studied the young human female carefully. She was full of unexpected skills. "I was informed you wished to speak to me. Sapek informs me you are claiming Sanctuary from Ma'at S'chn T'gai."
"Yes. For myself and two others. It has been granted by the Heir Spock cha Sarek. Sarek will arrive soon to confirm or deny it."
Svarn considered the information and glanced at the guards standing at attention. "And why are you here T'Ren?"
"We detected an unknown power source within the Embassy. We tracked the source to the crystals Hermione Granger claims knowledge of," the female Vulcan responded.
"Please do not touch them." Hermione spoke clearly. "Do not go within half a meter of them either."
"Why?" T'Ren demanded to know.
"They are beacons. My companions will be using them to join us."
The Vulcans stared at her bemused.
"Hermione Granger, the Embassy is protected against all unauthorized transporters. The shields are kept active at all times."
The Terran smiled placidly. "Who said they would be using transporters?" she murmured as she moved around to prepare three plates of refreshments. "For my friends and myself," she explained. "I am not serving unattached Vulcan males or anyone else."
She pointedly did not look at the young Intern, who blushed uncontrollably, ear tips turning dark green.
"It is illogical to prepare a plate for those who will never be present," T'Ren told her, and just restrained herself from jumping when the quiet of the soundproofed room was broken by two loud pops.
Two figures appeared out of thin air near the glowing crystals. The black haired male dressed in casual denim and cotton flannel with heavy boots knelt to pick up the crystals while the silvery-haired female dressed in a long loose woollen dress began wandering around the room, examining the Vulcan art work - calligraphy, paintings, and carvings - displayed on the walls.
The male approached the shocked Vulcans, appraising them with bright, hard green eyes that softened when they fell upon Hermione Granger. He ignored the other occupants of the room and carefully re-hooked the crystal earrings onto the bare lobes of the smiling human woman before bending down to brush his cheek against hers.
"Hey there."
She beamed up at him, her affection clearly on display for the Vulcans, before tugging him down into the seat next to hers and thrusting one of the prepared plates into his hands. The male obediently began eating the food, neatly but quickly. She watched for a few seconds before rising and walking over to the younger fragile seeming female, carefully tugging her to the table by one hand. After settling the younger one into the other free chair, she pressed the other plate into the blonde's hands.
"Eat, Luna. You need to replenish your energy," she encouraged. Then she looked up at the Ambassador with steady brown eyes. "Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood are also claiming Sanctuary. I will not explain the used to by-pass the shields until Ambassador Sarek is present, since the information may need to become classified and I am currently under the protection of Ma'at S'chn T'gai." She shifted her weight onto one foot, hands on her hips and arms akimbo. It was a pose Svarn had become very familiar with due to his years on Terra: a resolute woman who would not give way or compromise for anything. "Is there anything else you wish to know, Ambassador?"
Svarn was desperately curious. "Yes."
"I am willing to share what I can once Harry and Luna are settled. I would prefer if we are quartered close to each other with Luna and myself sharing a room."
"That can be accommodated."
Later on Svarn would wish he had simply locked all three of them up until Sarek showed up to take them off his hands. Hermione Granger left him with more questions than answers.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
"The Admiralty is becoming more persistent in their attempts to secure Miss Granger," Ambassador Svarn commented neutrally as he watched the three not-humans 'play' in the Vulcan Embassy gardens. They were standing in a rough triangle levitating a globe of energy between them. Depending on who had greater control the globe would change hue; green for Harry, honey brown for Hermione, blue for Luna.
All three Terrans had refused to explain the physics, mechanisms, and means of control for their energy manipulation but that small display of power and ability proved they did not fit in the standard human label, their logic and methods were not Terran. They were not anything Svarn had ever seen. Psionic powers were never strong enough to have such strong physical manifestations. Except in this case.
"It is fortunate my Leave of Absence was processed before they were informed," Spock murmured. "They have been making attempts to recall me back to duty."
"And if they succeed?" Svarn wanted to know.
"I will resign my commission."
"They are important."
"Very." Spock looked away. "Sarek will be arriving in five point six two hours."
Svarn studied the young hybrid. He knew more than Svarn. Svarn knew Spock had spent several hours in the company of the older human female. Svarn was uncertain as to the exact nature of the bond they shared, but he could not deny its existence. There was a… certain recognition whenever one approached the other.
"There have been nine attempts to breach security. Seven electronic and two physical."
"Proof why they must be moved to Vulcan as soon as possible."
"Ambassador Svarn. Ambassador Sarek and his bondmate have arrived."
Both males glanced at each other. Spock looked away first, towards the garden.
"Hermione," his voice was clear and carrying. "Sarek is here."
Hermione forced the globe of energy to dissipate before she began moving towards Spock, followed by Harry and Luna. By the time she was within a few feet of Spock she spoke briskly.
"We must clean up and dress for the meeting."
"It will be after the evening meal," Spock pointed out.
"Your mother will be there. Humans share information over food," Hermione countered as she moved past him.
Harry grinned at the befuddled Vulcan. "You look as though you've just been run over by a shuttle. Better get used to it because that is how Hermione usually acts. Better go get ready for dinner or she'll stop by to pick out your clothes."
Spock blinked. "She would not."
Harry snorted. "Oh, she would. She did it all the time when we were in school."
Deciding discretion was the better part of valour, Spock made his excuses and retreated to his own room to change. He hoped Sarek would not 'drag his heels' as humans say, when he found out Spock and Hermione had been more than just acquaintances for a very long time by seemingly illogical methods.
~ooOoo~ooOoo~ooOoo~
TBC…
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