I wonder how far my idea will go considering I'm done with the main plot of this story as of today. A certain character readers are looking forward to will make his appearance in this chapter.

As usual, thank you Starsinger for taking the time to beta them.

This is the shortest chapter I had written for Reflection. The rest is going to be longer. Appreciate your support. Please read and review m(_ _)m.

Chapter 4: Reunion

"Bull shit!" McCoy muttered, mirroring how his best friend would have reacted if he came face-to-face with the thought-to-be-dead Admiral Marcus. Carol who was beside him was unable to control her overwhelming emotions. She covered her mouth as tears rolled down her cheek.

"Carol, I never thought I will see you again," the man looked a lot older and worn-out than when Carol last saw him on the Vengeance said.

"I wonder what kind of meeting the Ambassador is setting up with Carol. Is she going to be ok?" Uhura was curious. They barely knew the ambassador and they did not suppose they knew much about the mission they were taking after all.

"Doctor McCoy is with her. With Ambassador Spock's assurance, I am sure they will be fine," Spock and Uhura took a stroll near the building where the meeting was held. At McCoy's request, they were there to stand-by in case of an emergency. That was just what the doctor would typically do.

"You should have sent Sulu down instead," Uhura said. Despite saying that she was glad that Spock was accompanying her despite having loads of work waiting for him back at the Enterprise.

"Does Nyota disagree of my decision to accompany you?" Spock asked nonchalantly causing his girlfriend to blush madly.

"It's not that. I'm happy."

"I thought so."

The couple was having a walk in the park. Uhura had her head on Spock's shoulder while having her arms over his arm. Looking at the people strolling down to their respective destinations, Uhura could not help but wonder.

"I didn't realise these people are devoid of emotion. They are human yet they are probably more Vulcan than you, Spock. They are content. Everything throughout their lives had been pre-determined. I wonder if that is happiness. Humans tend to worry about the unknown and indecisive."

"I do not know Nyota. I believe doing what one is good at the same time able to contribute to the society will make one happy. It is a simple yet complicated logic."

"Are you happy with what you are doing?"

"I don't know. I'm a Science officer. Given a choice, I will like to stay in the Science lab However, in view that the needs of many outweigh the need of the few, I chose the chair. As much as possible, I want to keep the crew together".

"Like a family."

"I believe you are implying that I'm the father and you will be the…" Spock stopped short as he saw a beautiful lady with a flowery scarf around her head passed him by.

"Mother!" He finished while keeping his eyes on the lady before him.

"Spock?" Uhura noticed his sudden change of reaction. The lady in question seemed to have reacted to Spock's calling. She paused and gradually turned to the couple's direction. Spock was right; she looked exactly like his mother. The lady scanned the couple for a while before approaching them.

"Come with me," she whispered and dragged Spock somewhere to his bewilderment with Uhura following them.

Carol was seen crying on McCoy's arms on the bench in the park. McCoy rubbed her back and allowed her to cry.

"Where the hell is the hobgoblin? I thought I asked him to wait for us," he wondered. McCoy wanted to inform his Captain first-hand of the situation. He could not believe that they had met the thought-to-be-dead Admiral Marcus. Admiral Marcus had actually apologized, his deed against Carol and the crew of the Enterprise. He requested McCoy to take care of his daughter as soon as he learnt that they had become an item.

"Can we save my father?" Carol wiped her tears and asked McCoy. McCoy narrowed his eyes. He didn't know how he should answer the question but deep down he knew that the fishy guy might know. What was the purpose for that man to arrange this meeting anyway? They were told that the Ambassador would explain after that.

"I'm sure that guy will have answers to that," McCoy replied handing Carol a tissue. "Meanwhile, where the hell is our hobgoblin and Uhura?" he complained as his girlfriend laughed at his constant whining. McCoy blushed in embarrassment.

"Come on. Let's take a walk. Captain Spock and Uhura may be lost in the crowd," Carol stood up and pulled her boyfriend. "Come on!" Carol turned her eyes into the midst of the crowd when she gasped all the sudden as she thought she saw someone familiar.

"I think I saw the Captain," she muttered as she saw a familiar blond guy walking in the crowd.

"Where?" McCoy looked at the direction she pointed. "I didn't see that pointed-ear bastard."

"There! That guy over there!" Carol moved forward squeezing through the crowd with McCoy following closely behind.

McCoy wondered how much time had passed before he got to breathe. They finally approached the opening to realise someone was waiting for him.

"Captain?" Carol greeted him. She had lost the guy somewhere before she realised it. Standing before them was Spock.

"What the hell? We were looking for you in the crowd and there you are," McCoy complained. "You looked like you had seen a ghost like I did," McCoy commented flipping out his tricorder and scanned the Vulcan.

"I did, Doctor." Spock answered. Uhura walked over and nodded.

"Did you see someone you know on the way here?" Carol asked trying her luck. She decided that it must be her imagination after her meeting with her father.

"That couldn't be..." She thought.

"Yes, his mother." Uhura answered hesitantly unable to believe their encounter earlier. "What about you? Did you end up meeting the president of Terra?"

"No, she met her father. I think I must be running a fever," McCoy replied in annoyance.

"Admiral Marcus?" Uhura asked carefully. Carol nodded her head.

"I believe there is a need for discussion with Ambassador James," Spock decided still digesting what was being told to him by Amanda Grayson, his thought-to-be-dead mother.

"So you guys had a fruitful trip it seems," Ambassador James was feeding a tribble nonchalantly in the quarters lent to him on the Enterprise.

"Yes. It is illogical it seems. My mother is dead and yet she is right in front of me. Can you explain what is going on?" Spock questioned. "I understand that you arranged Dr Marcus to meet up with Admiral Marcus who was thought to have died."

"It is easier for me to explain now. Gather your crew and I shall explain, Spock."

*Terra*

"I'm home." A voice ranged in the house.

"You are back, son!" Another male voice chirped." Take your bath and dinner will be ready soon.

"Yes, Dad!"

A young man with dirty blonde hair at his twenties threw his back pack on the ground. He fell on his bed on his back in tiredness. The day's lecture was boring to him. He sighed. Nothing interesting happened as usual and he felt restless. He raised his hand to the air and stared at it. He often wondered if he was meant to be doing what he was doing at the moment. Something was missing but he could not point out what it was.

Not long ago, he woke up and found himself here. He was issued his identity and his profession. His life was plotted for him. Right now, he would need to go through the university and after that he would be assigned somewhere where his technical expertise for engineering would be put into use. He often wondered is engineering right for him? Or was he meant for something more.

He stood up and grabbed a set of clean clothing and headed to the washroom. He looked himself in the mirror. Even though he looked charming enough to make all the girls in the class to swoon over him, he found himself uninterested in any of the girls. They looked plain dead to him. None of them came to him right from their hearts.

The young man proceeded with his daily routine. He introduced himself in the mirror.

"My name is James Tiberius Kirk. I'm an engineering student of the University of Terra (SF branch)."