Disclaimer: Still, three stories in, don't own anybody except for Rosie. No monies, nada. Just for fun :) The only thing I get out of it is knowing I'm writing something people enjoy.
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"I've got to talk to Admiral Marcus," Jim announced quickly after scanning the coordinates. He heaved the machine back into Scotty's arms before taking off running.
"Go with him, Spock?" Rosie asked. "Please."
"Of course," the Vulcan inclined his head and hurried off after Jim.
When the two were out of her sight, she turned to Scotty. "Please tell me I read those coordinates wrong…or that there's something wrong with the display," she almost begged. "Qo'noS? Seriously?"
"Aye, lass," Scotty said, shifting the weight of the device. "I wish it were wrong."
"Why would anyone want to go to the Klingon home world?" she wondered out loud. "Marcus will never let Jim go after him…maybe that was the idea? The Klingons will kill him if they find him there."
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Rosie had left a message on Jim's communicator, letting him know she'd gone home and Scotty had taken the transwarp device back to his quarters at Starfleet to examine more while he was in his meeting with Marcus. She had been trying to nap on the couch when Jim barreled into the room.
"Get up," he said, tossing some clothing at her. "Pack your bag. We're going back out into space."
"What?" she said, glancing at the fabric crumpled into a pile in her lap. "What happened?"
"The archive in London, the one Harrison bombed," Jim said frantically as he tossed clothing and books into a bag. "It wasn't an archive. It was some top-secret branch of Starfleet designated some section thirty-one or something like that."
"I think I've heard of that," Rosie answered as she got up from the couch. "At least about section thirty-one. They're supposed to be developing advanced defense technologies and training people in intelligence gathering. I didn't know it was in London though."
Jim stopped what he was doing and stared at her for a moment. "How do you always know almost everything about everything?"
"I'm one of the top engineers at Starfleet," she snorted. "I can hack the files if I really want to. Also…if I hadn't…ended up in medical shortly after they took away mine and Daniel's project, I was in the process of being transferred to section thirty-one for research. After the attack, they decided I should stay at the Academy. For security reasons."
"Oh," Jim answered as he started stuffing things into his bag again.
"What does section thirty-one have to do with any of this, Jimmy?"
"I guess Harrison was one of their top agents in section-thirty one," Jim answered quickly, trying to relate Marcus' words exactly. "He helped the section develop some new type of photon torpedo that's long range and untraceable, I guess?"
"That's…seriously kind of twisted," Rosie had moved to start packing a bag, even though she wasn't sure why she was, but that announcement stopped her.
Jim ignored her. "Marcus wants us to go out to the edge of the neutral zone, and since the part of Qo'noS that Harrison is on is uninhabited, he wants us to fire those new torpedoes on him."
"Jim!" Rosie shrieked, dropping the things she was holding. "You can't just blast a man with torpedoes! I know what he did was horrible, but that's equally as horrible!"
Jim whirled around and glared at her. "Well, it's not like we can just go pluck him off the planet! It's Klingon space! We can't just waltz in there! You sound just like Spock! Whose side are you on here?"
"Yours, Jimmy…"
"Are you coming with me or not?"
"Of course, I am…I'm just…hoping we figure out a better way in transit." Rosie turned, her back facing Jim, as she continued to toss some more clothing and essentials in a bag.
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A few hours later, Rosie found herself sitting next to Spock in the shuttlecraft that was going to take them up to the Enterprise. "I don't think this is a good idea," she said quietly to the Vulcan next to her. "There has to be some other way."
"I am in agreement with you," Spock answered her back. "I am currently attempting to calculate any sort of other scenario that might be possible."
"Any luck?"
"None as of yet. Although statistically speaking, there is only a 5.72 percent chance that this will work out as the captain as it planned."
"I was afraid you were going to say that," Rosie put her head in her hands. She was going to reply, but the sound of shouting outside the shuttlecraft cut off their conversation.
The pair sat in silence as Jim argued with Dr. McCoy about being all right for a few moments, before stalking into the shuttlecraft and flopping down in the aisle seat across from Rosie and Spock. Spock cleared his throat as he leaned forward in his seat to look at Jim, "The Enterprise should be ready for launch by the time we arrive."
"Good, good."
"Also, I wish to thank you for requesting my reinstatement."
Jim smirked. "You're welcome."
"Also, as I am now first officer again, I believe it is my duty to inform you that I strongly oppose the mission parameters."
Jim sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Of course it is…"
"There is no Starfleet regulation that condemns a man to death without trial," Spock began but he was quickly redirected. "Rosie?" he turned to look at the girl sitting next to him. "Might you explain why you have repeatedly kicked me in my leg while I was trying to explain Starfleet regulations?"
"Just shut up, Spock," Rosie shook her head. "I was trying to get you to shut up. We'll sort it out later."
"I'm not going to take ethics lessons from a robot," Jim finally stopped attempting to ignore Spock.
"Resorting to name calling suggests you are feeling defensive, and therefore gives credence to my opinion that firing the torpedoes on Qo'noS is wrong."
"Wait…" Bones had been scanning Jim with his medical sensor, but he stopped dead in his tracks. "We're firing torpedoes on the Klingons?"
"Spock, just shut up!" Rosie hissed at him. "Please. You're making things a hundred times worse!"
Before Rosie or Spock could say anything further, a woman with a blonde bob cut in. "Captain Kirk?" Jim looked up at her. "Science officer Wallace. Admiral Marcus has assigned me to the Enterprise. These are my transfer orders." She handed Jim the PADD.
Rosie's eyes narrowed into a glare, so she tore her gaze away from the woman and Jim as he scanned the machine. "Your body language indicated you are upset by this woman's arrival," Spock whispered into her ear. "Do you know her? Is there something going wrong with your relationship with the captain?"
She could hear Jim rattling off the woman's name, rank, her credentials in applied physics and advanced weaponry and tried to tune it out. "I don't know her," she hissed back. "But I don't like her. I don't know why she's here. Jim didn't request another science officer."
"Is this what humans refer to as a gut instinct? That you do not feel comfortable with her?"
"Yes."
Spock thought for a minute before speaking, "Impressive credentials." The woman beamed while Rosie turned and scowled at Spock. "However, a bit redundant as I am aboard the Enterprise again."
Jim, clearly decided to get back at Spock for the earlier discussion, smirked, "Well, the more the merrier. Have a seat, Doctor."
The woman scooted in between the rows of seats and sat her self down next to Jim.
It only took a few more minutes for the crew to get the shuttle off the ground.
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A/N: Getting further and further each time! And yeah…my only complaint about Into Darkness was that they spelled Qo'noS phonetically instead of how it's actually spelled…so I spelt it correctly in here :)
