Ever since falling in love with this movie, I've really wanted to do a fanfiction for it. And since I seem to be the Queen of OCs at the moment, I just had to throw another one of my own creations into the world of Star Trek! ^^
I'm a major Kirk/Spock shipper at heart, so this isn't gonna be the typical scenario where the OC gets the guy. Instead, she's gonna help the guy get the guy! XD
I really dont like Spock/Uhura, but I think I need it to begin with. So it'll start off like that, but it will eventually be K/S.
And the timeline of this is pretty much set with a little bit before the film, a really tiny bit during the film and the rest of it after the film.
Disclaimer: If I owned Star Trek, Spock and Kirk would've been together in the first five minutes of meeting each other. But, sadly, life's a bitch, and I don't own squat except my own OCs and the plot. Dammit.
Please read on and review for me! :D Thanks.
On with the prologue...
Star date: 2387
Location: Vulcan.
Rich brown eyes stared sadly out across the red landscape of the planet that was Vulcan, trying to memorise the home he may never see again. If proceedings didn't go according to plan on his mission, and the aged Vulcan knew that things could indeed turn very bad, very quickly, this could be the last chance he ever had to enjoy the beauty of this desert planet.
As old as he was, he was thankful that his hearing had not deteriorated over time, and sure enough he could hear the rhythmical crunching of footsteps approaching him from behind.
"Are you ready to depart, Ambassador Spock?"
The Ambassador held back a heavy sigh and turned his back on the view, facing three of his fellow Vulcan elders who had come to a halt and were now surveying him steadily with their emotionless yet intelligent brown eyes. He easily arranged his features to mirror their own stoic expressions. He had had years of practice at it, after all. Repressing his human side came so effortlessly to him in the presence of the elders.
"Indeed." He answered with a single stiff nod. Truth to be told, Ambassador Spock was far from ready to depart. But he knew he had to. It was his duty to the Vulcan race.
The taller and oldest of the three stepped forwards, his eyes impossibly hard, even by Vulcan standards. And Spock understood why. Childhood had hardly been easy for a Vulcan/Human hybrid such as himself, especially when pureblood Vulcans such as the one before him had made it their personal goal to make his life a living hell.
"This mission is of the utmost importance. It is only a matter of time until the supernova that threatens the galaxy draws near enough to threaten our own existence. It is imperative that you transport the red matter to destroy it before it overwhelms many more planets than the countless it already has. At present the supernova is in the immediate vicinity of the planet Romulus. You must make haste, Ambassador Spock."
"I am aware of the magnitude of this voyage, hence why I volunteered myself as pilot." Ambassador Spock replied, barely suppressing the sardonic tone from his otherwise even voice. If the opposing Vulcan had been a half-breed like himself, anger would have undoubtedly flared in his eyes. But, as a true pureblood, he remained as impassive as ever.
"And I am also aware that timing is crucial. So I will, as you say, make haste."
Without another word, the Ambassador set off in a brisk walk towards his intended ship, the elders falling into step behind him. The red matter had been loaded into the cargo less than twenty minutes ago, and now that final preparations were complete, the ship was primed for departure.
Ambassador Spock made his way up the sleek metal walkway, his withered hand falling to rest against the doorway as he stole one final look over his shoulder at the home he was about to leave behind. He had already said all of his farewells. Well… not all of them.
"Ambassador Spock!" came a shout from a good few metres away, almost as though fate itself had heard his thoughts and intervened. All four elderly Vulcan heads turned in unison towards the disturbance, and Spock could not hold back the strange mixture of surprise and delight as it spread through his chest.
A familiar slight and unmistakeably female figure was striding hurriedly towards them, a long mane of ebony hair whipping back from a youthful Vulcan face that was set in a very un-Vulcan expression of furious determination. The long black robes she wore swirled majestically around her legs as she walked, and her delicate hands were clenched into tight fists by her sides. Ambassador Spock chuckled softly. She looked absolutely murderous. And with good reason.
"Ah, T'Amona." Spock greeted with a small smile that he made no effort to restrain, "What brings you here?"
The dark glare she shot back practically screamed 'Don't you play coy with me, old man.' She opened her mouth, fully intending to say the words out loud, but caught herself as she remembered their present company. Quickly, her features froze into a typical unemotional state that looked so out of place on her pretty face. As adept as she was at controlling her emotions, her eyes sparked with life that just outright refused to be dampened by Vulcan etiquette.
"Ambassador, please." T'Amona spoke, a pleading undertone to her soft voice that did not pass unnoticed by any of the elders. "I implore you to see reason. This is too dangerous for someone of your high standing…"
"It is my duty, T'Amona. You should know better than to question that." The Ambassador interrupted gently. T'Amona's tapered eyebrows furrowed slightly as she frowned up at him.
"I'm not questioning it. I just don't agree with it." She said, and Spock's lips twitched with amusement. He sobered abruptly when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the three elders exchanging pointed glances, the infinitesimal tightening of the corners of their eyes and lips the only sign of their irritation. Just like Spock had been himself in his youth, T'Amona too was a shunned individual. Possibly even more so, because not only did she not fit in, but she was also rather apt at landing herself in hot water with the elders. On numerous occasions. Ambassador Spock knew that the elders' tolerance of her was wearing incredibly thin, and with him leaving the planet, he dread to think what havoc she would undoubtedly cause, and how she would manage to get out of it without his help. This almost made him reconsider his volunteering for this mission, but it was too late now.
"I think they should send someone else. Someone far less valuable." T'Amona continued, her eyes fixed straight on the Ambassador's. She knew what the elders thought of her, and she tried her hardest to ignore it. Spock understood how much it upset her, but she never let it show and always hid it beautifully beneath a hard façade that made the young Vulcan girl appear colder than she really was.
Evidently, T'Amona's last comment was enough to make the elders voice their displeasure. She had a remarkable talent for that. One of her many genetic gifts from her mother.
"And whom do you suggest we send, child?" One demanded, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly in her direction. T'Amona's chin tilted upwards in defiance and her jaw clenched as she turned to stare up at the elders, and the Ambassador instinctively understood that she was about to respond with something that would only serve to further irritate the aged purebloods bearing down on her.
"T'Amona." He said softly, diverting her attention back to him. Spock made his way back down the walkway with natural easy grace, inclining his head a little away from the elders. "A word, if you please."
Pressing her lips into a tight line, she nodded curtly and followed him as he walked away from the ship. When they were out of immediate earshot of the elders, Ambassador Spock stopped and turned to face the young woman, his features stern.
"T'Amona, you should know better by now." He chastised. T'Amona blinked up at him innocently as she tilted her head inquiringly in apparent confusion.
"I don't understand. My logic is sound, Ambassador." She said smoothly, but that familiar impish gleam in those wide and wonderful eyes of hers gave her away. Her mother's eyes. Spock's own deep brown orbs softened as he stared down at her.
"I am not referring to your logic." He smiled tenderly, then sobered once more. "You should not antagonise the elders so. They will only endure so much, T'Amona, and without me to defend you, they will not be so lenient."
T'Amona snorted derisively, tossing her head of sleek black hair over her shoulder.
"They aren't exactly lenient now, Ambassador." She pointed out dryly. Once again, her logic was sound.
"Which is exactly why I want you to promise me you will not be a nuisance to them in my absence." Spock said, his expression sincere.
T'Amona's grin was so devious that the Ambassador wondered how her Vulcan features allowed her to pull it off so effectively.
"Where's the fun in that?" She laughed, but hastily fell silent at the sight of the dark look that flickered across his lined face. It was a look that he had inherited from his own father, Sarek. And he considered it to be an extremely valuable talent. Naturally it had been used frequently over time. Some times more than others.
"Oh, fine. I promise I won't annoy the elders." She intoned, her bottom lip jutting out as she pouted at him. She muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like 'Spoilsport', but the Ambassador feigned ignorance.
The three elders were observing them from afar like hawks as they talked amongst themselves. It was obvious which two Vulcans were the subject of their discussion, but Ambassador Spock merely turned his back to them, standing beside T'Amona as they stared out onto the horizon.
"It's beautiful, isn't it." T'Amona murmured wistfully. Spock nodded slowly in agreement.
"Impossibly so." He replied. His gaze swept across the distance, over the rich reddish crust of earth that blanketed the entire planet. Regal mountains reached up towards the sky, and the sun beat mercilessly down to the ground, the heat far more intense than any human could bear to withstand for so long. Ambassador Spock sighed again and turned his head towards T'Amona, only to find she was already staring straight at him, her eyes moist and pleading.
"Please don't go." She whispered, and Spock felt sure that the sentence had just split his heart in half. It was not physically possible for the organ in his side to crack like ice, but that was the only way to describe how his body responded to the young woman's hushed words.
"You know I must."
"But I need you here." T'Amona cried, her voice hitching in her throat. Ambassador Spock frowned sadly and reached out, resting his hands on her slim shoulders. A halo of gold encircled the crown of her onyx head from where the sun blazed from above as she kept her eyes fixed firmly on the ground at her feet, refusing to meet his eyes. Gently, her took her chin in his hand and lifted her head up. Slick trails glittered on the greenish hue of her alien skin and her eyes brimmed, threatening to spill more tears down her cheeks.
"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Spock murmured soothingly, wiping the moisture from her face with the sleeve of his elegant Vulcan robes. "Or the one."
Ambassador Spock opened his arms out to her and she instantly stepped into his embrace, hugging him so tightly he feared his ribs would break. Although Vulcans disliked physical interaction, Spock understood that T'Amona needed comforting and wrapped his arms loosely around her smaller body, his chin resting atop of her silky ebony tresses as she wept into his chest. Spock resisted the urge to glance back over his shoulder at the elders, wondering if they had keeled over and died of shock at the sight before them.
It only took a few short moments for T'Amona to regain her composure and she swiftly stepped back from Ambassador Spock, rubbing her red-rimmed eyes hard with the back of her hands. She was embarrassed about breaking down in front of him. Self-control was fiercely crucial to T'Amona. It needed to be, if she wished to remain indifferent to all the discrimination towards her. Many similar-aged Vulcans enjoyed the pastime of trying to evoke an emotional response from her. Just like the Vulcan children of Spock's own generation had taken pleasure in doing the same to him. T'Amona hadn't lost control and lashed out yet, but her eyes gave away her inner turmoil. Her eyes always gave her away.
"Where is your mother?" Spock asked her. T'Amona's features had returned to a stoic mask of indifference, as they always did when she hid her true feelings from everyone around her. It always saddened the Ambassador to see her like this.
"At home. Asleep, the last time I checked." She answered, her voice as devoid of emotion as her expression. Then something occurred to her and her eyes widened before narrowing again as she glared up at him.
"Did you actually intended to say goodbye to me before you left? If I hadn't caught T'Pring when I walked past her house, I wouldn't have found out you were here until it was too late. Why didn't you tell me?"
Spock had never been good at saying farewell. That had been a problem for him throughout his entire life. And now this determined young woman stood before him, her eyes practically burning holes through his own, he found himself as he always did internally cursing his inability when parting company.
He opened his mouth to respond, but he was interrupted before the words could leave his lips.
"Ambassador Spock." An elder spoke, his deep voice carrying easily across the short distance between them. Spock turned his head inquiringly and had to bite back the smile that threatened to curve his lips. To the untrained eye, the three aged Vulcans appeared as unemotional as ever, but Spock could see that their patience had reached its end and they were now more fractious than before.
With a nod of acknowledgement, the Ambassador made his way back towards them, motioning for T'Amona to follow. Spock passed the elders and headed back up the walkway for the second time. T'Amona remained on the ground with the three Vulcans and Ambassador Spock once again began to rethink his decision. As he himself had pointed out, the elders would only endure so much more of T'Amona's aggravation. He could only pray that the young woman intended to keep her promise.
T'Amona flashed him a quick smile and raised her hand, her fingers spread in a Vulcan salute.
"Live long and prosper, Ambassador." She said, her gesture mirrored somewhat sourly by the elders that stood behind her. Not wanting to delay his departure any longer, the Ambassador returned the salute and entered his small ship, the door silently sealing itself behind him.
T'Amona's hand dropped back down to her side as she watched the Ambassador settle himself into the single pilot's chair, his withered hands deftly working the controls. She bit her bottom lip nervously, trying to ignore the growing feeling in her gut that this may be the last time she ever saw Ambassador Spock. She knew he was right. About annoying the elders, that is. She couldn't help it. She wasn't like them. Her emotions ran freely despite how hard she tried to repress them in Vulcan company. She was just as intelligent as anyone else on the planet, yet they constantly made her feel inadequate. Every Vulcan except Ambassador Spock. He understood what she was going through, because he went through it too. He had the grudging respect of his peers now he was the Ambassador, and T'Amona had made it her personal goal to achieve the same in the not too distant future.
The small spacecraft surged to life and gently lifted off from the ground, sending red dust spiralling for freedom, shrouding the four Vulcans watching the take-off. T'Amona briefly shielded her eyes with her arm until the dust settled and she stared after the sleek silver shuttle as it darted up into the sky, disappearing swiftly from sight in seconds.
'Be safe, Ambassador Spock.' She thought. She kept her gaze fixed on the place where his ship had vanished from view for a few moments longer before she let out the shaky breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding and turned around to walk away.
Only she never got that far. Three elderly faces that could have been carved from stone came into sharp focus and T'Amona instinctively took a step back, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. Luckily her natural Vulcan grace and sense of balance prevented her from landing painfully on her backside in the dust.
"We warn you now, child. We will tolerate no more of your blatant disrespect for Vulcan traditions and behaviour." The one in the middle said as they stared down at her from where they towered above by a good six inches. Being one of the smallest Vulcans on the planet usually had its downsides, as it did right now. T'Amona felt icy claws of fear grip her spine, but she refused to let it show on her face. She steeled her jaw and glared boldly back at them, her hands clenched so tightly into fists that her knuckles turned stark pearly white.
"Forgive me, elders, but I fail to see what I have done to displease you." T'Amona responded coldly, the strong Terran urge to swing her fist into the statuesque features of all three Vulcans opposing her increased as her fury escalated.
The eldest leaned forwards, an almost unnoticeable twinkle of vindictive pleasure in his brown eyes.
"Your existence displeases us, child." He told her. T'Amona's head jerked as though he had physically reached out and slapped her. A vicious jolt of absolute despair speared her heart like a heated blade, and she couldn't prevent the emotion from stealing across her face, visible for all to see. A single tear dripped from the thick black lashes of one wide eye, and three pairs of eerily similar intense brown orbs watched the liquid that was so unfamiliar to them as it made slick progress down her face.
Satisfied, the elder straightened up, the corner of his lips quirking almost imperceptibly at how much pain his words had caused her.
"You are not one of us, child. You never have been, and you never will be. Not even Ambassador Spock can change that. You will always be an outcast because of the impure blood that runs through your veins. You are not worthy to bear the title of Vulcan."
With that final parting shot of thinly-veiled spite, the three elders turned on their heels and proceeding to walk away without a backwards glance. T'Amona's knees shook and she didn't protest as they gave way and she sank to the dusty red earth, her trembling fists resting on her thighs as the floodgates opened and tears ran thick and fast down her face for the second time that day.
She had known it all along, but hearing the words spoken aloud to her made the dejection even more unbearable than it already was. She wasn't wanted here. She never had been. The only people who truly cared for her here were Ambassador Spock and her mother. And now the Ambassador had left the planet to carry out a mission of vital importance, and her mother fit in with the Vulcans no more than she did. No one would dare say anything to her mother, just for being exactly who her mother was. But the daughter, on the other hand… Oh, they were more than willing to alienate her. It was practically sport to them.
T'Amona sniffed despondently, brushing her long hair back with one hand as she raised her face to the sky, her head feeling heavier on her neck than it should have. The trail that marked the Ambassador's ascent through the atmosphere was still visible, and she followed it slowly with her eyes. Tears that streaked her face dried swiftly in the heat, and her eyes turned so hard that it looked like they had frozen into twin shards of ice in her skull. A sudden ferocious determination spread through her limbs like flames, driving her back to her feet.
'I'll show those pointy-eared bastards!' She growled to herself, conveniently overlooking the fact that her ears were as pointy as theirs. T'Amona scanned the area around her and it took less than a second to find what she was looking for, causing her to bare her teeth in a wide triumphant grin that seemed closer to a predatory snarl than a grin.
"I think it's about time this 'outcast' did something to really displease you…"
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But be gentle, this is my first time writing Star Trek and trying to write in Spock-Speak damn near kills me :( Well, it's actually Spock Prime-Speak, but whatever. Same difference. ;p
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