"You wish for me to do … what?" Spock asked, looking at the first officer with a raised, thinned eyebrow.

Spock's once slanted, dark prominent eyebrows were barely there only a straight grayed slanted line that reminded people that he was a Vulcan. His pointy ears gave off the alarm. The Vulcan's sullen, brown eyes stared back in skepticism. George felt like a giant compared to the shorter Vulcan who was looking up in his direction with a tilted head. There was something about the stare. A simple stare the Vulcan was giving him. The stare intimidated the first officer even with it being weathered and well aged like wine. A part of George Kirk felt like he was making a ridiculous request.

Which it was.

But a much logical request.

"To be out of the computer's sight," George repeated.

"First officer, I will not tolerate avoidance when it comes to Star Fleet," Spock said. "that is childish."

"Not Star Fleet," George said.

"Then what is it?" Spock inquired.

"Vulcan high council," George said, and the Vulcan's eyebrow lowered.

"I understand," Spock said.

"Would you like to do it now?" George asked.

"It depends on the Vulcan vessel rendezvous," Spock said.

"'They are not going to rendezvous with us," George said.

"Vulcan high council will have a T'Plana-Hath by here two days should one be available nearby the Kelvin's passage," Spock said. "I am more inclined to believe that is the case. Vulcans can never be fully prepared for when humans require assistance."

"That's a service ship, Ambassador," George began. "besides that kind of transport would be done planet side—"

The blonde human stared back at the well aged Vulcan once stopping mid-sentence. It occurred to him on how often a D'kyr type Vulcan Vessel crossed paths with the USS Kelvin let alone a T'Plana-Hath provided assistance to the vessel when it came to science in exchange based meetings planet-side. As Vulcan vessels were not equipped with Transporters. Spock nodded in return as the realization sunk into George. Vulcans were highly prepared for escorting federation vessels back to a Starbase damaged (or not) from a skirmish or helping them with reports, readings, and discoveries that were considered never to happen. Vulcans were crazy prepared.

"It is exactly what you are thinking of," Spock said.

"You are thinking of anything and everything on how it could end up," George said. "so that's a universal thing for Vulcans." Spock appeared to be slightly amused.

"Yes," Spock said. "I am interested in what you ask of me to do, First Officer Kirk, to be out of the computer's way."

George nodded, with a smile. He had a smile that his husband would share back at him during the historical missions in deep space then the ones later shared with the USS Enterprise A. He had light blue eyes. The kind of eyes that reminded Spock of many oceans that he and his husband had observed together side by side. Watching the whales leave San Fransisco. For a second, Spock saw Kirk through the first officer. As soon as the first officer began to talk, the illusion ended.

"You can keep your belongings where you have them," George said. "If this rendezvous is going to happen in the next twenty four hours, you are going to be just fine."

The Vulcan grew a dark look.

"I hope so," Spock said.

Just because the woman was on maternity leave did not mean she could be useful. She was reading a classic novel to the baby forming in her bump. A novel that Robau had handed to her at one of the baby showers. The second officer, Rebecca White, had given another novel as had the third officer. The child inside was kicking periodically. Being useful was one of the requirements to being a Kirk and to being an Engineer. Winona relaxed in the gray seat. The doors wooshed open allowing in her husband, George, whistling coming to the living room.

"How did it go with the Ambassador?" Winona asked

"He cooperated," George replied, hoping down alongside the woman. "largely."

"Aww, that sweet sad man," Winona said. "He deserves a better life."

"He seems to like being alone," George said, wrapping his hand around her shoulder. "Thinks he deserves it."

"There's a difference between thriving in loneliness and punishing by being alone," Winona said.

"I sure wish we could help him," George said, with a shake of his head.

Winona looked over toward him.

"We can let the Ambassador stay over at the farm house if he is on Earth for long," Winona said. "serving that he doesn't expect a intercontinental breakfast."

"I like that idea," George said. His eyes looked over toward the book. "What 'chu reading to our baby?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Winona said. "Our child should have good tastes."

"I hate for them to be interested in dark," George said. "Not like there is a light sensitivity in the family."

"Hope not!" Winona said.

"I don't think the house will be ready for a gothic Kirk," George said.

"I am sure the house is ready," Winona said, light heartedly.

"Are you ready for a black painted house?" George asked.

"Ready for everything that being parenthood has in store for us," Winona said. "I said it before, and I will say it again, nothing can surprise me for what the future has in store for us." she pinched the man's cheek then wiggled it from side to side. Their foreheads touched as they shared a smile looking at each other's eyes. George's hand came onto the woman's large belly. He felt the baby's kick beneath his hand. They parted their foreheads from against the other. George looked down toward the big stomach.

The reports of there being a time traveler aboard the USS Kelvin was spreading. Officers were quietly awaiting for the Ambassador to randomly show up in the halls. Straying in places that were least expected for a elder. The Vulcan crewmembers seemed to be dismissive of approaching the Ambassador as they did not have a subject matter to approach him with. And it would be illogical to ask questions about the future as it would far likely seal the fate of their future should it be unwelcoming. White paced back and forth in front of the ambassador's doorway contemplating the best way to approach the man. She was curious about a well known novelist making waves creating classics of the era.

Perhaps…

No.

Should she?

It wasn't her place.

Perhaps she can ask at a better time.

She wanted to know if the current cliffhanger was ever going to be resolved. It had been close to five years since the writer had published the recent novel. It was unbecoming for a communications officer to fall apart at the seams because of a time traveler. Captain Robau needed his officers in tip top shape. She lowered the novel to her side. White sighed, regaining a grip over herself, then walked past the empty quarters.