"Don't worry, Ambassador," Archer said. "we'll keep it under lock and key until Hobus is getting ready to go into supernova stage."
Spock looked at the admiral, skeptically.
Archer was a highly controversial figure in Star Fleet and from the Vulcan High Council in this given time period. Carrying the katra of Surak, briefly, to form a link with the man. His words did not carry the weight that a Admiral should have. A Terran Fleet Captain, that Archer was and still is in the eyes of Vulcan due to the wide spread knowledge of formulating the federation. He should be revered but he wasn't. And for some reason, Spock found, Archer was revered as one of Star Fleet's greatest captains. It was simply illogical. He never listened to his first officer. Archer had died shortly before Kirk's historic five year mission concluded.
"I understand," Archer said. "This time I give my word."
"Did you listen to T'Pol this time around?" Spock asked.
"Yes," Archer asked. "I am still infamous for that in your future?"
"Yes," Spock said, with a nod. "Very infamous. There's debates from the time that I came from on how you could have handled it back in those times." Archer laughed, amused with his hands clasped behind his back.
"And were there better solutions?" Archer asked. Spock glared at him.
"Mr Archer," Spock chided him. "I cannot give information about these debates. You made the decisions and you stand by them no matter how controversial they were. It's why you are controversial in the first place."
"I was just testing you," Archer said. "Just to see if you were…"
"One of the fanatics?" Spock asked.
"Yes," Archer nodded.
"The fanatics use holodecks," Spock said. The Ambassador watched the center piece go into the dark center circular entrance to the mountain. He turned in the direction of the admiral. "Live long and prosper, may we not cross paths with each other, and do not come after me should news break out of my capture," the well aged admiral raised an eyebrow. "Kaiidth."
"I promise," Archer said, returning the gesture. "Live long and prosper, Ambassador."
Spock had a small smile back at the admiral then turned away and headed toward his transport vehicle. His duffle bag was laid in the backseat. The admiral lowered his hand finding it odd to see a Vulcan smile. His concern was genuinely high. Spock got into the vehicle then sat down into the passenger seat and closed the door upon buckling up. The dark roof blocked a view of the Ambassador as did the dark shaded windows. The admiral watched the hover-car fly away.
"I am concerned about Mr Spock," Winona said, as she looked over the crib toward the little baby.
George looked over toward her.
"I can't disagree," George said.
"We have to do something to help him," Winona said.
"Winnie," George said. "He has done something that he needs to find resolve with himself." the swaddled baby laid in the crib fast asleep. "Immense guilt, can you imagine, guilty that you are alive while millions if not billions of people are dead? And you swore to save them. We can't help him with that."
"You think we've done all that we can?" Winona asked.
"Yes," George said. "we did."
"I feel like I didn't do enough," Winona said. "I can see when someone is troubled, easily." George looked at his wife, fondly, affectionately.
"How do you think it would be best to help him?" George said.
"I haven't thought of it yet…" Winona said.
"Last I heard, Robau told me that The Ambassador was headed after some vessel called Botany Bay. And something about Planet Killer." George shook his head. "I stopped listening when he said planet killer. Ambassador's working on something about that. The Ambassador is taking care of himself. If he ever considered it… that will be a long while before that happens."
Winona took her husbands hand and squeezed it.
"I hope I am wrong," Winona said.
"Me too… me too…" George agreed.