Green Blooded Hobgoblin

xStarletx

A/N: Ok this is my first Star trek fic, and this is after the prequel movie that just came out. I did see quite a few of the episodes when I was much younger, but needless to say, I'm not a know it all about the Star Trek world… so if I get something wrong, just point it out and I will fix it for future chapters. Oh and don't forget to REVIEW!!!

Chapter 1

The tiny ship shook violently as they were bombarded with yet another attack. The captain had managed to get a hold of the Starfleet ship just a few light years away from them.

"We are in need of assistance!" The captain cried once again, the captain of the Starfleet ship's response was garbled. They were surrounded by enemy ships, and the enemy had already managed to board. The Captain turned to his wife and his daughter who was crying.

"We need to get you out of here!" He told them.

"I won't leave you!" His wife cried. His daughter began to sob.

"I'm scared daddy." She cried, she was holding her stuffed animal tightly. The door swung open and the one known as Damian, and his daughters psychic match came onto the bridge. He was the son of two very aggressive matches, the resulting consequence made him unmatched in his tactical skills and his anger was unsuitable. He had been declared unmatchable until Damian had met the captain's daughter. She was five years younger than him, but she was just as meek and mildly manner as he was insanely angry.

"We need to get Teresa to safety." Damian ordered, stooping down and picking her up. He was tall for a fifteen year old, just as she was small for a ten year old. She buried her face into his neck.

"I'm scared!" She cried again. Damian turned to the captain for permission.

"Keep her safe. We'll make sure you get away." The Captain told her.

"We are evacuating our most precious of cargo, please take this aboard your ship." The captain told them. Once again the message was garbled, more sparks flew as they were hit again. The captain could only pray that the answer had been a yes.

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Damian rushed through the halls to the escape pods, Teresa was crying again.

"I don't wanna leave mommy and daddy!" She cried. Behind them cries were heard, someone had seen them. Damian dropped Teresa into the pod and began to shoot at whoever was coming. Teresa cried out and put her hands over her ears. She hated fighting, she hated it when Damian killed people, but he was doing this to keep her safe. Damian saw the last of them fall, but knew he had just run out of ammunition, he'd have to fight the next batch by hand. Damian turned to her.

"When I get out of here you press the big red button you understand me?" He asked her. Teresa shook her head.

"No, I won't leave without you too!" She cried. Damian took her head in his hands.

"I won't be far behind, trust me Teresa!" He demanded. Her bright pink eyes were watering again, her short green hair was singed in certain areas. He knew she hated the prospecting of being alone, especially after they had just found each other. Behind him he heard the sound of approaching foes and immediately ran to defend. He thought he'd hear the sound of the door closing behind him, but Teresa hadn't pressed the big red button. Damian tried to stop the traitors rushing past him but he wasn't strong enough to stop all of them.

"Press the button!" Damian ordered. Teresa took in the sight of oncoming attackers and pressed the shut door button instead. Damian took a particularly strong punch to the jaw that knocked him to the ground. He heard Teresa call for him, her loud voice echoing through his head. He could see the enemy attempting to break the door open.

"Press the button!" Damian ordered. He saw the message hit her, but she was too terrified to do anything. Damian lifted his arm up, hoping that he still had the power to control matter still in hand. Concentrating with all he had left he used the last of his psychic power to push the launch button.

He watched through hazy eyes as the escape pod zoomed away from them. He could feel the relief wash through him, that was until he saw the pod suddenly explode.

"No Teresa!" He screamed thrashing against his captors. He needed to hear some sort of response from her, even if it was in his mind, but he couldn't hear a thing. He thrashed harder, she couldn't be gone, she just couldn't. One swift kick to the back of the head knocked him out entirely, but as he sunk into the darkness he knew that he had failed, not only just his people and her father, but he had failed Teresa as well.

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Spock walked through the white corridors of the Starfleet science center. They said that they had an interesting anomaly that they wanted him to examine. He walked into the viewing room, and looked down into the room below. Sitting on a white chair in an over sized yellow uniform shirt was a small little girl. Her hair was lime green and oddly short and seemed to have been burnt in several places, she was covered in blackened ash. The ashes left on her cheek were streaked from her tears. In her arms was a crudely made stuffed toy dog.

"Who is this?" Spock asked.

"She is patient T-D010, she survived at least twenty minutes in space without a suit. She was found amongst the wreckage of what looked to be a Tedorian ship." The lead scientist explained.

"I thought the Tedorian's were wipped out by a civil war." Spock murmured. The girl turned her gigantic pink eyes up to the viewing window, that she shouldn't have been able to see through. She wiped her nose with her grimey hand and then looked back to her shoeless toes.

"We are as surprised as you are. The starship U.S.S. Carrington interceted a distress call and found that ship under attack. The captain told them that he was sending over the most precious treasure, but the escape pod was destroyed. While searching the area for what the captain could have found so precious to die for they found her. They beamed her aboard hoping to give her a burial, but she shocked them by actually being alive. She won't talk to any of us though, so we were hoping you could get it out of her." The lead scientist requested. Spock looked at them, he wasn't very good with children. But orders were orders.

He walked through the doors that lead him to the white room the girl was in. As soon as she heard the woosh she was off her chair and hiding behind it. Spock walked around the chair, but she crawled away from, together they went around the chair three times before Spock gave up. He sat down in the chair, vaguely aware that she was somewhere behind him and waited.

Spock wondered what Kirk would do, he was certain his good friend, James T. Kirk could have charmed the girl into talking to him by now. He had a way about him with the ladies, even the children, he could get them to do anything. Yes, that was what he had to do, he had to think of what Kirk would say or do and then do it.

Unfortunately Spock couldn't think of a single thing, he just couldn't think like Kirk. Spock sighed, this wasn't going so well, how did they expect him to get the girl to talk to him when she was terrified and he was so useless with children? Children didn't think with logic, well the Vulcan children did, but she was clearly not Vulcan, so she clearly did not think with logic. How was he supposed to handle a child without logic? He could barely handle Kirk, and he was like an over grown child.

He looked over his right shoulder and saw a pair of bright pink eyes assessing him over the white chair. Spock lunged and managed to grab the girl's frail arm. The girl yelped and began to tug away from him frantically, twisting back and forth trying to get away.

"Stop, it's alright, I only want to talk." Spock tried to tell, but the girl was becoming more and more agitated.

"Please stop, I don't want to hurt you!" Spock tried to convince, but the girl had finally had enough.

"LET GO!" She cried, her voice sung out, and suddenly Spock felt as if her skin had turned into red hot coals. Shocked by the sudden change in temperature Spock let go. The girl tumbled away from him and in her panic scrambled across the room. At his feet lay her stuffed toy, Spock stared at it for a while before picking it up. He looked up and saw that the girl was watching him fearfully, the toy must have meant a lot to her. Spock walked over to the girl, who tried to make herself as small as possible in the white corner. He stopped just short of her and squatted down, getting to her level. He often saw Kirk do that with the green alien that Scotty had as a helper.

"Here, is this your, uh, friend?" Spock asked, handing her the toy. She ripped it out of his grip and hugged it to her chest.

"My, name is Spock, what is yours?" Spock questioned. She looked up to him slowly, Spock wondered if she'd tell him what he wanted to know. Instead of opening her mouth she threw herself at him.

Spock had gotten quite a few hugs in his life time, plenty from his mother and several from Uhura but they had always been awkward. Though with this child, it was easy to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Giving her the comfort she so desperately needed. For a while she stayed that way with him, neither of them moving or making a sound.

"Teresa, my name is Teresa."

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