Oh my gosh I'm so sorry it took so long to publish this, but finally I pushed through and finished This chapter continues some of the loose ends from other chapters, but do not completely answer them all just yet. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

Ace of SpadesXD

Jim's mind was reeling; how could such a simple day turn into a shitty one so quick? Seriously, was it just her luck, or some unknown driven force; knowing her it was probably both. She may have thought similarly earlier, but right now really made the cake. Yea, she was grateful for Vakros's help, but the thing was offering all this help from all of these different people she barely knew made her feel very uncomfortable.

To most people Jim Kirk was the epitome of the socialite; she was ok with anyone and everyone and enjoyed attention. That was a very common misconception. Growing up with and absent Mother and Frank had already made it hard for her to trust people completely, but after Tarsus IV it became a lot harder. To see these people that barely knew her offering to help her out so readily just made her nervous almost waiting for someone to screw her over.

Jim knew they were probably sincere and everything, but being guarded had always protected her. Right?

(Spock and Amanda)

"Mother," Even with the impassive Vulcan façade in place, Spock's surprise was clearly voiced as he glanced up from his paperwork at the distinct sound of the door.

Sure enough the women in question stood in doorway with a sheepish expression.

"Spock it may be a surprise to see me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you get away without a hug," Amanda put her hands on her hips with a light smile.

"Mother that would be inappropriate in such a public setting," He intoned still unmoving from his desk, "May I inquire as to why you have traveled to Earth without proper proclamation?"

"Really," She deadpanned with a stern look, "I'm your Mother Spock, We're supposed to surprise our children every once and awhile, it's in our nature."

"To make such a comment is illogical, there is neither data nor proof that Mother's of the human class, have such a nature."

Amanda snorted good naturally at his words; he was so much like Sarek that she wanted to laugh. Pushing away the notion she ignored his obvious protests and walked over and sweep him into a bear hug.

At first Spock remained stiff, unused to the hug having been at least three years sense his Mother had been near enough to do such. Eventually he began to relax into it having secretly missed her very human tendencies and loving warmth.

Pulling away Amanda could almost see in his eyes how he wanted to cling, but Spock had restrained. He was such a Momma's boy, but she wouldn't have him any other way.

"Mother why are you here?" Spock looked at her questioningly, "Why had Father not accompanied you? It seems very unlike him."

He was curious what business did she have here? It wasn't as if he were unhappy to see his Mother in person, it was just the time she arrived wasn't exactly the utmost. He would rather her not be at the Academy at the time of the trial, knowing the trouble his Mother tended to get into, or as his Father tended to say something else unsavory was bound to happen.

"Spock you think so little of me," Amanda feigned hurt shaking her head; "I don't need your Father as an escort to surprise you with a visit."

"No Mother I only think back on the times you have traveled to places alone and easily placed yourself within troubles grasp," Spock stated, "It is very unlikely Father has sent you here alone, whom have you traveled with?"

"Ah, ok, ok," She waved her hand with a relaxed nature, "Vakros did, and I know what you're going to say, but I think he was an excellent choice."

"To think is not to know," Spock stated drily, "For Father to actually agree to allow you only to travel with Vakros seems a very unlikely case."

"Spock I'm a grown adult and there is nothing wrong with Vakros, there was no reason for your Father to object." She huffed indignantly, "You Mr. need to remember I'm the Mother and I don't need you or your Father mothering me."

"Highly illogical," Spock murmured in answer, as humans would say his Mother and Vakros were 'partners in crime'.

It was only logical that his Mother came for a reason; surprise was not a commonsensical reason. Yes, he believed she was here for him, but for what reason? What could have sparked her curiosity, enough so his Father would let her travel to Earth with only Vakros as an escort? Maybe it was something he said; it would have to be recent for her arrival to be this hasteful.

"Oh stop that hard thinking sweetheart," Amanda lightly commented running her fingers through his neatly keep hair reminding him of the times she comforted him as a child.

Before Spock could reply a voice that was not his own or his Mother's interrupted him.

"Professor…" A notably male voice questioned unsurely, as Spock stepped slightly away from his Mother's mothering grasp.

In the doorway a cadet in officer blues stood awkwardly unsure at the display between Spock and his Mother, more than likely inquiringly to the normally untouchable Vulcan.

"May I inquire to the reasons for your presence cadet at such a time," Spock stood stiffly, looking at the man in question with roving eyes.

"Uh," He started off ever so eloquently, "I wasn't sure who to go to first, but another cadet Gaila told me you're pretty close to Nyota Uhura."

Amanda stood quietly watching as Spock stiffened slightly at the name of his previous interest; not that anyone else would have seen, she was his Mother, so of course she could tell when something was wrong.

"Assumptions should not be made from secondary sources," He stated drily in his impassive tone, "What is this matter about Cadet Uhura?"

Ohhh… Cadet Uhura, Amanda could practically smell the drama. What had this cadet done to have her Spock change his tune this quickly about her? Oddly enough she had a bad feeling; what if this had to do with Spock's Jim?

"Around 1800 Cadet Uhura came to my quarters pretty angry about something," The Cadet grimaced slightly pausing momentarily, "When Commander Jin plans to send in his report against Cadet Kirk she plans to aid him with false information about Kirk that will potentially lead to her being in a far worse situation."

Amanda could almost see the gears turning in her sons head; oh shit just got serious. Wait a minute, what court case? Raking her mind, she didn't remember her son having anything to do with a case. Oh crap, if this had anything to do with this Jim girl it wasn't going to be a pretty sight. Vulcan's may seem to be the more introverted sort, but when it came to their points of interests (hint, hint) they would let nothing get in their way. Amanda and Sarek were a perfect example; she had gotten her Vulcan into so much bullshit it was about sky high.

"And may I inquire to how you are involved," Spock spoke with a distinct tightness, hands slightly clinched behind his back.

The latter fidgeted slightly as if embarrassed.

"Cadet Kirk and I have never met eye to eye," He admitted, "But never so to where I'd wish for her expulsion, no one really deserves that."

She couldn't stand it anymore, she just had to know.

"Spock darling what court case is he talking about," Amanda asked sweetly with a hint of Motherly threat behind her eyes, "Am I going to need to call your Father in."

She had thrown that last bit in for shits and giggles, it was pretty funny to see the Cadet gawk at her having not realized she was this hard ass Professors Mother, and Spock's annoyed feelings were priceless through their parental bond. Ah, Amanda just loved messing with her little boy even when the situation probably didn't call for it.

"Mother it is nothing for your worries, nor Father's," Spock stated stiffly before turning his attention back to the Cadet at hand, "It will be dealt with, you are free to go."

As Giotto left he could have sworn he heard the Professors Mother exclaim,

"It's about your special Jim isn't it?! Oh I knew you'd have a crush on someone eventually, screw that Vulcan logic, I know for a fact you've inherited a decent amount of my illogical genes."

And then…..

"Mother," Although it had less exclamation than his Mother, and more control.

Giotto vaguely smirked delighted; it looked like Kirk had nailed a Vulcan without even knowing it. Even better, it was Uhura's pet Vulcan; oh that must really be biting the linguistics major in the ass. Oddly enough he couldn't wait to see how this turned out. He was betting for a school wide cat fight between Kirk and Uhura at the trial; now all he needed to do was find that guy Scotty. He probably had the pools going already, might as well get involved while he could.

(Bones and Jim)

"Bones guess what," Jim exclaimed tiredly plopping down beside him on his dorm bed. With his shift having ending an hour previous Jim had tracked him down to their dorm in hopes of company.

"What Jim," He sighed tiredly stretching out further, "Did you finally learn the difference between peace and trouble?"

Jim pouted slightly at the strewn over southern form of a man. Really, that was insulting, a blow to her fragile, fragile heart.

"Stop Jimmy, I can hear the clocks a turning in your mind Darlin," He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her tired brown eyes reflecting a long day in the med-bay, "Relax back, my Mama always used to tell me good things come to people who let themselves relax a little. She said people were no use all round up and about."

She let loose a soft sigh at his words, maybe Bones was right she was no good to anyone this wound up, let alone a trial.

"Just lay back and sleep a little, you can think about that Vulcan some other time," He mumbled falling back to his sprawled position.

Jim huffed indigently lightly slapping him on the shoulder, gaining an annoyed grunt. Shaking her head she gave up before following his instructions. Maybe a little nap might help her.

(Sarek and Rescue Crew)

"Interesting," Sarek deadpanned looking over the information mentally and physically.

The logical way to go about this would be to inquire to more and pursue the knowledge. Sarek was never one to disobey logic's sway.

"To assure authenticity I will be sending a rescue crew to bring you aboard to further investigate," Sarek stated blandly although still with interest gleaming in his normally stoic eyes; a dead man alive and possible paradox was enough to have any Vulcan entranced.

"Aye," Kirk seemed to weary to allow any room for protest, his face drawn and worn.

Sarek nodded to his Commanding Officer, signaling off the away team. A Four-Vulcan squad broke off on a side ship on route to the wayward star-ship.

Patiently Sarek folded his hands atop his lap contemplating what could be the outcome of such an event.

-Line break-

He was equally tired and weary. George rubbed his eyes wishing silently for the day to end, it sure had been a Hell of one. He silently prayed to whoever was listening that his crew made it out ok unlike their late Captain; not only the crew, but his two precious girls Wionna and Aleksandrya.

Tears still stained his face from the moment the comm to his wife had died along with the sounds of his baby girl. Oh he prayed they were alright. Colliding with that warship should have been a death sentence, but thankfully the fates had seen to the opposite placing that black whole instead in place. The only problem now was he didn't know where he had ended up at. Remembering the theories class he had taken years before at Starfleet Academy he realized it could be anyway, but there really was no telling where until that Vulcan ship came to the rescue.

George furrowed his eyebrows; what was a Vulcan ship doing this far out and why didn't they seem to believe his identification code? The only way to find out would have to be when their rescue ship made it to them. Subconsciously he knew he was in for a Hell of a ride.

(Nero)

"Cut his communications off! Make sure no ships can make way to his rescue!" Nero barked to one of his officers, not bothering to look up from the screen displaying the Ambassador's shuttle.

He would make sure Spock wouldn't have the chance to save his people, alike he himself had not. This in its self would hopefully break that infuriating Vulcan. That would truly satisfy him. After such Nero planned to rub salt to the wound by killing his precious Kirk, then his revenge would finally be settled.

(Spock and Amanda)

An hour had passed sense the classroom incident and Amanda and Spock were sitting at the dining table in his personal quarters two cups of hot Vulcan spice tea besides their persons.

Amanda hadn't had the chance yet to squeeze the information out of him; he had squirmed out of it claiming to have to finish grading papers first before he had the chance to visit the sneaky little Vulcan that he was; definitely got that from his Father.

"So what's happening," She finally asked after taking a contemplating sip of tea, "And don't give me and bullshit sweetheart, because I know you to well."

She could see the cogs turning in his mind and almost a tinge of embarrassment in his deep brown irises. Ah, Amanda knew that look; her baby boy was infatuated with this Jim. No wonder he was involving himself in some court case with her, oh he had it bad.

"Ms. Kirk expressed exceptional skill and forethought on my exam," Spock admitted, "Fellow Professors did not believe as much as I. They wish to persecute her over such; I myself have chosen to stand on her side for what is shown to be logical."

Amanda's mind went blank momentarily. Exam… the only one she knew was the creation of her son was the Kobayashi Maru. Oh shit, she didn't!

She suddenly burst out into peals of laughter, causing Spock to raise an eyebrow questioningly. This was rich, now she knew for sure he had it bad, bad.

"Mother I do not see reason as to why you are amused over such," She could almost feel his frustration.

"Spock that Exam was practically your baby," Amanda had finally finished giggling, "To see you standing up for a girl that cheated on it speaks volumes."

Spock's control was beginning to fray with frustration; even his own Mother kept saying Jim, no Miss. Kirk cheated. He was the one who created that test, so he should have say to what was considered to be cheating on it.

"Mother creating a strategy based off of logic is not as you would call cheating," He was beginning to loathe hearing that word, "It is a strategic logical way to go about a situation as such."

Amanda just smiled lightly at his words; no matter what he said, she just knew that wasn't all to it, but she didn't care. As long as her baby was happy, she was more than happy. Spock deserved someone who would appreciate his beautiful mind, not one of those stuck up Vulcan classmates who tortured him consistently.

"Never mind that now," She lightly brushed away his comment setting down her tea mug, "Right now we need to focus at the problem at hand; making sure this Jim doesn't get expelled or worse."

"Mother neither you nor further need to put yourselves in such matters," Spock protested stoically, "I myself am suitable enough to defend her case."

She snorted at that.

"Spock if you really think I'm going to leave you on your own you must not really know your Mother," Amanda raised an eyebrow at him, similar to an expression of her husband's.

That was what Spock feared, he did know his Mother, overly well. Knowing her there was no changing her judgment no matter the cause. What baffled him was how she had managed to trick his Father into this. His Mother sure was something else.

"Quite the opposite Mother," His lip twitched a little, "I know you to well, well enough to know that you are to strong-willed to heed my words; at the very least keep Vakros out of trouble while you continue your meddling."

Amanda pouted at his words; she was the Mom she didn't need to be scolded by her kid.

"Spock, Mother's are supposed to meddle in our children's lives, that's our job."

Just as those words left her mouth her pager beeped, with Vakros's ID flashing quite obviously. Ignoring Spock's inquiring look that was almost accusing she answered, knowing by now with Vakros it probably something that wasn't going to look good on her to Spock. There was no other reason for him to call if it wasn't for something bad, because they were supposed to meet back up in an hour anyway.

"Mandy I found Spock's girl," She winced at her son's reproving expression that was just begging to ask why she had to bring Vakros along, "She's Aleksandrya freaking Kirk; your son really does shot high."

Before she could tell the blabber mouth to shut his trap, Spock had cut in with an annoyed look; well at least annoyed as a Vulcan could be.

"Excuse Me Vakros Miss. Kirk is not what you would call 'my girl' that in its self sounds highly inappropriate," He assessed him, "I do not see how shooting high relates to this situation. Elaborate."

Vakros yelped in surprise not having sensed Spock's presence on the other side of the line.

"Really Mandy you could have told me little Spock was with you!" He scolded her.

"Vakros I inquire to the situation on meeting Miss. Kirk," Spock looked at him with expectant eyes, "I would hope you didn't distress her further after the day's events she had to withstand."

Amanda held in her giggle as Vakros fidgeted slightly on the other side.

"Well not exactly," He basically admitted, "I ran into in the mess hall, literally ran into her. That girl sure has a mouth on her, cussed me out in about 5 different languages including my own."

Spock inwardly felt a deeper sense of intrigue. Not only did Miss. Kirk work with the theories of warp cores, but she also dabbled in the fields of Alien Linguistics. Interesting.

"After calming her down a bit we talked," Vakros continued on, "After a bit something about a court case slipped. Spock I can't believe it defending someone who cheated on your Kobayashi Maru is pretty astronomical."

Spock could almost feel his Vulcan control twitch at the word cheater.

"As I had briefly outlined to my Mother, Vakros her case does not involve cheating," He stated drily, "To cheat is to do so without a clue, Miss. Kirk changed the perimeters of the exam in such a way that meet both hers and her crews needs."

Amanda let loose another giggle, as she heard Vakros do the same.

"Spock that's bullshit and you know it."

(With Sarek)

Tucking his pad under the crook of his arm, Sarek walked cordially to the Med-Bay where the awaiting man who claimed to be George Kirk resided.

Walking through glass sliding doors he was met with the sight of a weary blonde man leaning back against one of the paper covered beds. Intense eyes searched the features of the 'dead man' trying to look for some fault in his appearance that would disapprove of him being George Kirk, but for now it seemed there was none.

"Mr. Kirk," Sarek quietly called attention to the man in his controlled voice.

The blonde head rose immediately, sapphire eyes meeting his own.

"Captain," Kirk acknowledged him respectfully, "If I may, what's happened? Where am I? Is my crew ok?"

"Your questions can not be answered by what, only by the when Mr. Kirk."

George looked at the Vulcan for a moment unblinkingly not understanding, before a sense of dawning crashed over his fair features.

"Shit," He murmured dropping his head into awaiting hands.

Brief Omake (First one ever!)

The Jim and Bones' Adventures

"Don't mess with my pad!"

Sighing lightly in boredom Jim plopped down on Bones' couch waiting for his shift to end in the med bay. She had been waiting for at least an hour and frankly her attention span was swiftly beginning to wane.

Allowing her eyes to lazily sweep his room it landed on something shiny. Oh, she loved shiny objects! Reaching over Jim snatched it up to discover it was his personal pad, not just the one he used will on shift in the infirmary.

A normal respectful person would put it back and refrain from snooping, but Jim was not particularly normal. When it came to Bones' she really didn't know any boundaries and her curiosity was just too much. Before she could decide for herself the beeping of a call from Bones' Mama on the pad made the decision for her.

With a shit eating grin Jim flipped it on answering the call.

-Line break-

Bones was tried plain and simple; his shift had been one from Hell. Four fractures, six colds, and three migraine treatments later along with two surgeries had him ready to pull his hair out. Now all he wanted to do was fall into bed and catch some sleep.

Walking through his dormitory door he could have sworn he heard voices. Was that Jim… and his Mother! Oh Hell no!

Adding a little peep to his step he flew into the living room. Jim sat at his couch happily listening to his Mama talk about him as a little munchkin, telling the little 'monster' herself stuff that could easily be held over his head for blackmail.

"Aleksandrya what do you think you're doing!" Yes, he used her full name she so deserved it this time.

Her head shot up like a deer caught in the headlights, his Mama's talking having stopped when she heard his exclamation.

"I should've known the moment I left you alone her you'd be causing some trouble," He scolded annoyed, "What crossed your mind to make you go and pick up my private pad and answer a call!"

Jim looked down with a little puppy pout that made Bones want to counsel her. He may be angry, but he hated seeing her sad. Before he could even try his Mama's angry voice cut him off.

"Leonard McCoy!" She snapped over the pad, "You had better apologize this instant to Jim before I reach through this pad and tan your hide! If she hadn't answered the call you had obviously failed to I would have never have met your friend, knowing you mister you would have kept her to yourself."
"Mama…" Bones tried now really apologetic.

"Don't you Mama me young man," Mama McCoy scolded lightly eyes softening slightly at his downcast eyes, "Jimmy ain't done nothing wrong, this sweetheart had just been giving me some honest company while you've been working your little butt off."

"Sorry Mama," He murmured lightly before sending both an apologetic and annoyed lool, she returned it with a lopsided 'opps' grin.

"Now Jim I was just going to tell you about the time Leonard decided to play makeover…" "MAMA!" Jim was snickering uncontrollably as she dodged Bones' attempt to steal the pad away intently listening to the story.

Looks like his want for sleep was all for naught.

(End)

I hope you guys enjoyed I'm sorry for the grammar issues, I was trying to get this out quick sense its took me so long.