Hahaa, okay, so I lied. I apologize. This one isn't much longer than the last, but that's okay, cause I'm almost done with this story! :D so, it's all written down, I'm just editing as I go, and the very, very end isn't done yet. But were so close, guys! Hahaa. :]

Enjoy this little scene! Let's meet Scotty! :D

T'Pel is my home girl. :P

Hahaa, I just kid. But she's the only thing I own, with the exception of her and Pavel's relationship. :]

*v'hrals-Vulcan hour equals 1.409 of earth hour. :]

"Warp 3, sir." Sulu informed. He had claimed back his helmsmen chair since he got back.

"Course 1-5-1, mark 3. Laurentian system, sir." Said Chekov.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Spock said from his chair.

"You wanted to see me?" McCoy appeared next to him.

Spock looked up. "Yes, Doctor." He stood, and began to walk with McCoy. "I am aware that James Kirk is a friend of yours. I recognize that supporting me as you did must have been difficult."

"Is that a thank-you?"

"I am simply acknowledging your difficulties."

"Permission to speak freely, sir."

"I welcome it."

"Do you? Okay, then. Are you out of your Vulcan mind? Are you making the logical choice, sending Kirk away? Probably. But the right one? You know, back home we got a saying. 'If your gonna ride in the Kentucky Derby, you don't leave your prize stallion in the stable.'"

"A curious metaphor, Doctor, as a stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential."

"My God, man, you could at least-" McCoy saw Spock's eye's flicker away from him and he turned to see his little Vulcan sister behind him looking over a PADD in her hands. She looked up when she realized they'd stopped talking.

"Sorry, Captain. But, Bones, is this a bad time?" she said.

"No, Kid. Everything alright?"

"Well, one the engineers got a severe on his hands. I rubbed some dermaline gel on it, but I think you should take a look at it."

"Okay." He walked away, but T'Pel gave a smile when he heard him mumble. "Green-blooded hobgoblin."

"Captain, repairs on the engineering deck are going smoothly and they should be complete in a matter of 1.6 v'hrals." She checked some stuff off her PADD and put some more information in it. She looked up at him. *

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Captain Spock!" Chekov's voice came from his post. "Detecting unauthorized access to water Turbine Control Board."

"What?" T'Pel walked over to his station and pressed some buttons with super speed. "I just checked that myself. There shouldn't be anybody there."

"Bring up the video." Spock stood in front of his chair. Chekov brought up the video as T'Pel continued to check his board for problems, and checked other things among the engineering world, recording information in her PADD and mumbling to herself. It made Chekov smile.

But when they looked up at the video, they saw Kirk helping a man up from the floor and run off out of camera view. T'Pel's eyes lit up.

"Security," said Spock through his intercom. "Seal the engineering deck. We have intruders in Turbine Section 3. Set phasers to stun."

XxX

It didn't take them long to attain Jim and his friend and bring them back to the bridge. Spock approached them.

"Who are you?" he asked the man.

"I'm w-"

"He's with me." Said Jim, cutting the guy off.

"We are traveling at warp speed." Spock continued. "How did you manage to beam aboard this ship?"

"Well, you're the genius. You figure it out."

"As acting captain of this vessel, I order you to answer the question."

"Well, I'm not telling. Acting Captain."

It was quiet a moment. Pavel stood and joined the group at T'Pel's side. She looked up at him, but turned back to Jim, entwining her fingers with Pavel's.

"What, did," Jim continued. "Now, that doesn't bother you, does it? My lack of cooperation?"

"Jim?" T'Pel was confused and torn. She wanted to go to him, but she was afraid of another outburst. She just got her bruised bones healed, and she didn't want to upset Jim again. He'd never acted like this before. At least, not around her. It scared. Her.

Jim kept going. "That doesn't make you angry."

Spock ignored him and turned to the man. "Are you a member of Starfleet?"

"I…yes. Can I get a towel, please?" he said in a thick Scottish accent.

"Under penalty of court martial, I order you to explain to me how you were able to beam aboard this ship while moving at warp."

"Well-"

"Don't answer him." Said Kirk.

"You will answer me." Spock ordered.

"I'd rather not take sides." Said the Scottish man.

"What is it with you, Spock?" said Jim, getting in the Vulcan's face. "Hm? Your planet was just destroyed, your mother murdered, and your net even upset."

"If you are presuming that these experiences in anyway impede my ability to command this ship, you are mistaken." Spock replied.

"And yet, you are the one who said fear was necessary for command. I mean, did you see his ship? Did you see what he did?'

"Yes, of course I did."

"So are you afraid or aren't you?"

"I will not allow you to lecture me about the merits of emotion."

"Then why don't you stop me?"

"Step away from me, Mr. Kirk."

"What is it like not to feel anger?"

"Jim, no." T'Pel took a step forward, but Pavel grabbed her arm.

"Or heartbreak? Or the need to stop at nothing to avenge the death of the woman who gave birth to you?"

"Back away from me." Spock said through gritted teeth.

"Jim, no!" T'Pel was trying to get to Jim, now.

"You feel nothing!" he said. "It must not even compute for you. You never loved her!"

That was it. He hit the nerve. Spock pounced at him

"T'Pel!" Pavel pulled her back out of the way. Spock grabbed Kirk's color and threw him back towards the two. Chekov pulled himself and T'Pel out of the way just in time. Spock stood there with his hand on Kirk's throat. It was quiet with the exception of T'Pel.

"Jim!" she cried. McCoy ran in and was in awe at the sight before him.

"Spock!" his father commanded in a deep voice. He held there for a few more seconds before letting go. Kirk coughed, catching his breath. Everyone was silent as Spock looked around the room. He stopped at Bones.

"Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty." He said. "I hereby relinquish my command, based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date in the ship's log." He left the bridge, followed by his father. The room was still quiet. T'Pel had calmed down, and Pavel still had his arms around her. She laid her head on his chest, exhausted. But she wasn't sure why.

"I like this ship!" the Scottish man exclaimed, breaking the silence. "You know, it's exciting!"

T'Pel couldn't help but laugh, out of breath.

"Well, congratulations, Jim." Said McCoy. "Now we've got no captain, and no goddamn first officer to replace him."

"Yeah, we do." Jim walked over and sat in the chair.

"What?"

"Pike made him first officer." Sulu pointed to Jim. T'Pel's face suddenly brightened.

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Thanks for the support, Bones." Jim said sarcastically.

"I sure hope you know what you're doing, Captain." Said Uhura.

"So do I."

Right, well, I'm so freakin tired right now…it is 3 in the morning where I am, I don't know about you guys, but I saw some of you readin this are from like, Greece and China, which is actually really cool, and strange all at the same time..hahaa. Glad to know people worldwide are reading my story. :D

But anyway, the point was that I know it's day where you guys are, but here, it's 3 in the freakin morning. And I'm so tired that I'm starting to rant, and that's never a good sign, so good night dears, and good morning to all you in Greece, and good evening to all you in China!