A Lethal Weapon Chapter 1, a star trek: 2009 fanfic

A Lethal Weapon

By: M.M.

Authors Note:

This is my first Star Trek story, and I am by no means a trekkie. I did, however, fall in love with the movie and it has motivated me to investigate the original series, which I am greatly enjoying. Please be kind and review if you feel so moved, as a fairly busy writer, I do require some positive reinforcement!

Yours,

M.M

Spock carefully removed his jacket and turned his full attention to Kirk and the very peculiar young woman that gracefully swayed in his arms. As they danced, she glanced over Jim's shoulder, making tantalizingly direct eye contact with him. Spock defiantly held her gaze long enough to observe her face as she noticed the small Star Fleet emblem on the upper corner of his shirt. She was visibly shaken, her head titled slightly in confusion and her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. She withdrew from Jim's embrace and began to urgently interrogate him. Spock's mind began to whirl, sifting through all plausible possibilities until he established the most logical conclusion. The young girl turned to face him and the look in her eyes verified his hypothesis. As a result of his Vulcan upbringing, Spock was not one to outwardly express or acknowledge the validity of displays of human emotion. However, his studies of the species and time on earth made him quite proficient at deciphering them with regard to human body language and facial expression. Her eyes revealed and explained the reason for their presence at the Pink Flamingo Bar that night, it was very clear to him now. She was what they were looking for; she was what they had been sent for and instructed to retrieve. Her eyes were fixated with fear.

Two Days Earlier

"Will you please desist." Spock had clearly had enough of Kirk's piteous attempts at conversation, especially at this early hour. He had little tolerance for the way that Kirk boasted and objectified women, and his patience was wearing thin. 'Calm, Assertive, Logic is the Key' he thought and repeated the mantra as they stood outside the office and waited. They had been summoned to report for duty at 0800 hours at Admiral Pike's office to receive instructions regarding a private mission.

"All I'm saying is if every woman on that planet is that flexible-"

"Jim…Please." Spock almost pleaded. Jim sighed and shook his head. He had grown fairly attached to his stoic, pointy eared first officer, who never failed to amuse and puzzle him.

"Alright Spock, have it your way. But if we can't talk about sports, the crew, the ship, or even women….well then I'm completely out of topics."

"I would find silence most agreeable." Jim raised his eyebrows as his lips formed his famously arrogant smirk. After a few moments of precious silence Jim muttered, "Well, this is gunna be a blast…" Spock resisted the urge to smile. Jim could always be counted on to lighten up the moment. The truth was that Spock's mind had been far from the mission at hand. It was unlike him to be preoccupied, however Spock had not slept in three days. Vulcan's did not require as much rest as humans, however the little sleep they did require was absolutely essential to their ability to function. Three days without peaceful rest had taken it's toll on Spock, as had the underlying cause of his insomnia. Nightmares, nightmares that racked every corner of his mind and threatened to undo every hour of training, and destroy every moment of meditative solace. His mother was gone, his plant was gone, and he was forced to relive it over and over again. Although it would never read across his face or escape through his lips, Spock was still emotionally compromised by destruction of Vulcan almost three months ago. Hopefully this private and rather clandestine mission would distract him enough to ride him of not only him restlessness, but his nightmares as well.

The door to the office opened and Pike's voice ushered them inside. Pike sat at his desk with a stack of papers on one side and a black folder on the other.

"Nice to see you Captain, Commander." Pike greeted as the two men saluted. "Kirk, how's my ship?" The same arrogant smile lingered on Jim's face as he rolled his eyes.

"The Enterprise is, and I intend to see that she will continue to be, the pride of Star Fleet." Jim picked up the black folder and began to flip through its contents. "So what are we after this time Admiral? Rogue Romulans? Battling Betaziods? Tempestuous Terrellians? Forgive the alliteration, of course." Even Spock, distracted as he was, glanced towards the ceiling at Jim's horrible attempt at humor. Jim was beginning to realize that for the Vulcan, this was very much the equivalent of a smile. Pike turned his attention to the documents in Jim's hands and pulled several papers out of the folder.

"I'm afraid not son, this mission is a little…different than any you have previously experienced, and I must stress that everything about this case is considered the highest level of Federation Security. Is that understood gentlemen, this is classified information." Spock's eyebrow rose with interest as he leaned forward in his chair.

"We are all ears, Admiral."

Spock and Kirk rode for what seemed to be hours in a very strange motor vehicle. They had taken a shuttle aircraft and landed at 1400 hours in Des Moines, Iowa and then preceded to board what Kirk had referred to as a "grey hound". However, Spock had determined that this was not a breed of tall, slender, and short-haired dog , but a crude form of mass public transportation via a locomotive motor vehicle with inadequate leg room and vastly uncomfortable seats. Kirk, however, did not seem to mind the painfully long ride or unsatisfactory ratio of empty space to total leg area occupied. He slept sitting up right in the seat with his mouth hanging wide open, his head gently nodding from side to side as the vehicle maneuvered clumsily over bumps and pot holes.

Spock sank back into the cushion of his seat and tried in vein to meditate away that annoyance and discomfort. He thought deeply about the task ahead of them. Pike had been rather ambiguous and indecisive with his instructions as well as his explanation of their task. He had informed them that it had come to the attention of Star Fleet that a very dangerous and valuable weapon had been found on Earth. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, Star Fleet officials believed that it would not only endanger the lives of thousands, but the Federation itself. However, if obtained, this weapon could provide Star Fleet with a 'lethal weapon of epic proportion.' He claimed that it would be an essential asset to the security of the Federation and that their mission was simply to go and retrieve it. The black folder provided them with the directions to their destination and simple instructions how to handle the mission at hand. The instructions indicated that if the situation was handled with skill and precision, that there would be no need for the use of force. However, if the situation became out of control, that the weapon was extremely dangerous and great precautionary measures would need to be taken. On the way out of the office, Kirk asked Pike why they had been chosen for this particular mission. Pike smiled and told Kirk that he had certain "strengths" that would be beneficial in this particular kind of mission. As Kirk exited the office Spock followed close behind, only to be stopped by Pike's final words. "And as always," his former Captain stated, "you are going to keep Kirk in check."

With a sudden lurch, the vehicle came to a sudden stop and Kirk was jolted awake.

"Huh…what…oh. Are we there already." Spock raised his eyebrow at his companion and sighed.

"If by already, you mean 5 hours 34 minutes and 49.3 seconds later, then yes it appears we have arrived." The two men exited the bus and took a moment to get their bearings. Their directions stated that they were to arrive at 1022 Madison Drive at approximately 2100 hours. Kirk suggested that they rent a vehicle to which Spock vehemently protested.

"That would be an illogical and completely superfluous waste of our time and resources."

"Aww come on Spock, where is your sense of adventure?" To this, Spock could only reply that he "must have left it back on the Grey Hound Bus."

1022 Madison Drive, to Kirk's delight, was a bar. It was called the Pink Flamingo Bar and was run by a group young women that Kirk wasted no time getting to know. Spock sat at the bar and ordered a water as Kirk mingled with the ladies in the crowd of people. He could not see any logical explanation for a weapon of "lethal and epic proportion" to be housed amongst this chaos of human frivolity. As he searched the corners of his mind for some glimmer of logic in all of this nonsense, he failed to notice the young woman behind the bar approach his seat with yet another glass of water. She set the glass down, stirring him from his thoughts, and leaned over the bar on her elbows.

"So is water some kind of liquor on your planet?" This strangle question caused Spock to pause and observe the creature in front of him. She was not dressed like the others who appeared to work at the bar. While they wore short jean skirts and tight colored tank tops, she wore form fitting jeans that complemented her wide curving hips and an over one shoulder tee shirt that it appeared, she had made and cut herself. Her hair was cut just above her shoulders in a very angled cut that seemed to bring out the blond in her mass of honey colored hair. She raised and eyebrow inquisitively, bringing his attention to her eyes. Spock noticed that they were unnaturally light green, almost sea foam green, or perhaps it was just the lighting. She appeared to stand about 5'9 but he could not be sure since she was currently leaning in his face. He decided that he must have misheard the question and asked her to repeat herself, which she did with the exact same words.

"Is water some kind of liquor on your planet." Spock shook his head no, still puzzled by the question.

"No, on Vulcan H2O is not considered a form of liquor or depressant, merely a basic necessity of life, much like it is on earth."

"Right…well in that case I'm gunna to have to ask you to order something else, or give up your seat. We aren't supposed to let anyone sit who isn't ordering something alcoholic, house rules." Spock looked around at the numerous empty bar stools around him and raise and inquisitive eyebrow. She smiled a teasing smile and added "Although…if you were to tell me that water was view as an alcoholic beverage on your planet, than I would have no choice but to allow you to remain in your seat."

"Then might I state how very intoxicated I will become if you continue to refill my water glass." Spock replied and accepted the heavy glass of water. The young girl actually laughed at this. She could not be older than 23, Spock concluded as she sauntered over to the sink and grabbed a few dishes to wash.

"Vulcan, you said?" she called over her shoulder.

"Yes that is my planet of origin." he responded cordially.

"You can't possibly be all Vulcan." Spock maintained his composure, however surprised and slightly insulted he felt.

"And how did you come to this conclusion?"

"Simple," she replied leaning back over the bar, sizing him up completely, "you're too good looking." Spock's eyebrow shot up as she smiled and turned to her dished once again. Kirk could see the two conversing out of the corner of his eye and could not believe that he had overlooked her amidst the sea of girls. He walked over and took a seat next to his first officer and slapped his back.

"Whatcha up to Spock? Hopefully not scaring this very attractive young woman away."

"Negative Jim, we were simply discussing the affect of water on the Vulcan anatomy." Jim could not believe his ear, and it was written all over his face.

"You've got to be kidding…right?" He turned to the girl for conformation. She shook her head attempting to contain her laughter and smiling secretly at Spock. The glint in his eyes appeared to her like a wink, however his face remained calm and neutral.

"Well, allow my to rescue you then my good lady, would you care to dance." Jim asked reaching his hand out to her. She smiled coyly and walked out from behind the bar with another water for Spock in hand. As she handed it to him she patted his shoulder and said, "Go easy on these ok pal?" She then allowed Jim to whisk her onto the very crowded and dimly lit dance floor. Spock saw that she wore cowboy boots instead of heals and that she height was indeed increased by these boots. Without them she appeared to be only 5'6. Spock watched as Jim attempted to romance her in true J.T Kirk fashion. Although his attempts made her laugh, they did not seem to phase her in the slightest. His mind wandered to Jim's many attempts to court Lt. Uhura during their Academy days and those on the Enterprise. Since their separation, Lt. Uhura had asked to be reassigned the USS Farragut II claiming that she would not be anyone's "warm body". Since their return from the attack on the Romulans, Lt. Uhura had found Spock to be distant, uncaring, insensitive and chose to end their relations. Spock had suffered minimal distress after this breakup and had welcomed the clean break that had come as a result. It was evident that Nyota was not his k'hat'n'dlawa, and that things were better this way.