Disclaimer: This story line was inspired by the 2009 film 'Star Trek', along with my lifelong love of Leonard Nimoy and Spock. All characters, with the exception of Anka Fallon (and minour original characters), are the sole property of Gene Roddenberry. I hadn't thought much of it when I began planning and sat down to write this story, so I have gone to and made sure that I did not copy any ideas, but alas, I am only human. Parts of my story I noticed shared similarities, but it was not significant and would affect my story drastically, so a month's worth of tweaking was done and this is the result. If you have any questions or requests for me to change anything, please let me know as it is deeply important to me. Plagiarism is a disease. Please do not steal/"borrow" this story in any shape, form, or fashion.
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The program had saved Commander Spock's very life, giving Anka even more displeasure at offering to install the specialized phaser software in Sulu's console, shortly before they had departed to Vulcan. It was last minute, the U.S.S. Constellation was waiting on her, an apparent uprise of an Aldean colony that was forcing Starfleet's hand in the matter, dictated their presence. Her First Officer, Commodore Matt Decker, didn't trust her due to her age, which would only be expected. It was as if having a backseat driver at all times. However, the moment the Starfleet Academy requested for her to return and attend the Discipline Ceremony for the James T. Kirk boy, he hauled ass and took over. Practically dumped her without even docking.
Born in 2231, Anka had no problem in dealing with his asinine behaviour towards her. If he thought she was immature, then so be it. Anka hummed to herself as she thought of the most glorious vessel of which she had the honour to lead. Decker really had ruined the chemistry of everyone; the ultimate catalyst of the perfect crew. However, it had given her the chance to teach at the Starfleet Academy, and she wasn't the type to say no.
Anka had been working in the hanger at the academy when the shuttles from the Enterprise returned. She had heard about the unfortunate fates of seven other starcruisers, but that was it. It was her little sanctuary, away from everything, until they came back to Earth. "Commander, that program was unbelieveable. They should have those in all of our ships!"
Nodding absently at Hikaru Sulu, one of her students, they filed into the equivalent of the Academy's auditorium. Spliting up, she made for the two rows of black uniforms, herself matching in attire, and took her seat on the second row, far seat. She didn't keep friends here in San Francisco, especially where her company was most likely picking through the younger ones, scouring for interpersonal romances. It wasn't as uncommon as one would think. The ceremony started and words were spoken, they stood silently as the now Admiral Pike was relieved, and clapping ensued. The commander shrugged before slipping out, back to work.
Six Months Later
Jim looked around the bridge at his crew, making a point of remembering the new faces. Not to mention, the slight change in design. The Defense Monitor was attached to the Weapons Control Systems, and was currently the only non-occupied area of the bridge. Shrugging and opting to think about the problem in a moment, he focused on Sulu. "Lieutenant, everyone is on board?"
"Yes sir, the last person boarded twenty minutes ago. We are ready whenever you are, Captain." The orient man wore a small smile, obviously happy to be manning the Enterprise on a lighter note than before.
"Warp on 8, lead on Lieutenant." Spinning in his chair, Jim felt the slight hum of the roaring equivalent of engines, the advanced technology preparing them for the warped speed. Peeking at his First Officer, the Vulcan was also observing the empty chair. Continuing in his orbit, Kirk faced the front once more as they shot off.
"Captain, we seem to be missing a Lieutenant." The cool, calm voice of Jim's Head Science Officer graced the air after everything had calmed down. It had barely been fifteen minutes since they left the space station, and a sense of normalcy had sunk in. To be honest, Jim had no idea who he was talking about. As far as he know, the same cranky man who always did the Weaponry was snoozing away in his quarters. It was probably best, he was a lazy ass anyways.
"Computer, locate crew member Snyder." Jim rubbed his temples harshly, his hopes of getting off to a good start already going down the drain. Instantly, the computerized response of "Crew member not recognized." filled their ears, shortly followed by Uhura announcing an incoming transmission from Admiral Pike. "Accept the transmission."
"Jim, I trust Anka found her way to you alright? I'm afraid our meeting ran late and I wasn't sure if she made it on board or not." Jim froze, immediately whipping his head to the empty Weaponry chair, and more than likely received whiplash when he turned back to Pike. "I take that as a 'Of course, Admiral Pike, she's just using the restroom', or perhaps 'Oh Admiral Pike, you know her. She is down in Medical getting her routine evaluation'. Perhaps even my favourite, 'No, Admiral Pike, we left your favourite strategist at the station'."
"Uh, sir, let me call you back." Hanging up before Pike could protest, Jim desperately wanted to throw himself into the nearest supernova from the amount of sarcasm dripping through the former Captain's words. Shooting up, he motioned for Spock to follow and the two quickly stepped into the turbolift and took it down to Deck 7, the central base for the Enterprise and included both the Medical Bay and Transporter Room. Detouring around the corner, they both stepped into the second turbolift that took them through the deck, down a level, over for a few more brief seconds, and continued down. The turbolift stopped at Deck 17, the secondary crew quarters, but no one was there to get on. Shuffling his feet, Kirk peered over at his companion in curiosity. The normally-placid Vulcan held a small frown on his face, looking almost as if he were lost in thought.
The doors closed right as he went to say something, but held his tongue at the last second. The lift finally stopped at 19 and Spock seemed to snap out of his daze when shouting reached their ears. Cocking an eyebrow at Jim who only shrugged in response, they doors opened and they were met with the sounds of phasers firing, strangled shouting, and the Hanger full of smoke. There was a small shuttlecraft that very clearly crashed in the middle, several scorch marks present along the body. There was the standard Starfleet emblem on the tail and sides, but no ID number or anything. It was either stolen, or a very early prototype. Jim was shooting for stolen, personally.
Darting towards the familiar Irish accent screaming profanities and promises of "ripping their intruder limb for limb for even thinking about hijacking his lady". It was met by a familiar "You're damned crazy. I didn't know they recruited imbeciles and neanderthals these days." Spock took the extra phaser Scotty held out for them, obviously not taking the situation lightly. Smoke continued to rise from the craft, but it easily cloaked Spock as he vanished from view.
With his phaser armed, Spock leaned around the front of the spacecraft to see a dark figure reach up and shoot blindly over the top. Whether it was luck or not, a loud, recognizable yelp reached their ears when Spock took action. Firing, the figure barely dodged, only to be met with a second shot in the shoulder. Abandoning their dropped phaser, the person turned around to take refuge behind the rear of the ship, only to slam into the wing and crash to the ground, unconscious.
Author's Note: I will be jumping around the franchise a little, since monotony isn't very enjoyable. As you can see, this story is quite old, so I have completely deleted everything and started over. It was originally a Spock/OC story set in TOS with Nimoy as Spock. It wasn't very good, I was 14, some may empathize with those feelings. Where you can't bear to read anything you wrote while younger? Yeah. That feeling. -October 28th, 2012
