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Spock went straight to his quarters to meditate. On his walk he thought about what transpired today. Spock found it agreeable that the Romulan captain was now dead. If Marcel had not killed him he certainly would have. Spock had to get control. He needed to get control. Spock walked into his quarters, dimmed the lights and lit a candle and some incense and began to mediate.

Sickbay

After Jim left, Dr McCoy went back to check out Marcel. The nurses had managed to clear up all of the burns and lacerations on Marcel's body. The brand was going to be a little difficult. It would take several passes with the dermal regenerator to be totally removed. Dr McCoy was more worried about Marcel's left arm. It had already began to heal before Marcel was rescued and it had set wrong. He had no choice. He had to re-break the arm before he could mend it. Dr. McCoy was able to repair most of the nerve damage but Marcel would need to have some physical therapy before she could have full use of her arm. Marcel's brain activity was off the chart. Dr. McCoy was working on a theory He surmised that her brain was sending message to her body to heal itself. Dr McCoy was astounded how fast Marcel's body had healed itself.

"Nurse Rodgers? Let me know if she wakes up. I'll be in my office." McCoy says gruffly as he walks towards his office. He sits down and lets out a sigh. Marcel's body had been physically broken. He hoped that Marcel would be all right psychologically.

Dr. McCoy was in his office for several hours doing paper work when his comm went off.

"Doctor, she is awake." Nurse Rodgers said quickly.

"I'll be right there," Dr. McCoy said as he pushed away from his desk. When McCoy made it to Marcel's bedside he was unprepared for what he saw.

Marcel was sitting up in her bed with a blank look on her face, devoid of all emotions. McCoy turns his gaze to Nurse Rodgers.

"Has she been like this since she woke up? Has she said anything?"

"Yes sir. She hasn't said a word. It's a little unnerving." Nurse Rodgers said with a shiver.

Dr. McCoy walked up to Marcel looking right into her eyes. He snapped his fingers a few times with no response. Marcel looked right through him like he wasn't there.

"Damn it." Dr McCoy muttered. McCoy slapped a hand to the wall comm.

"Jim can you come to the sickbay she woke up?"

Jim got to the sickbay smiling immensely but as soon as he laid eyes on Marcel his smile faltered.

"Bones, what is wrong with her?" Jim said as he frowned at Marcel.

"Damn it Jim I'm a doctor not a psychologist." Dr. McCoy said with a grumpy look.

"Well, could you give me your best guess?" Jim said while still looking at Marcel with a concerned look on his face.

"Well...if I had to guess." Dr McCoy said, staring right at the Captain.

"I would have to say that Marcel is suppressing her emotions because of what happened on the Romulan ship. All of it was too much for Marcel to handle so she shut down all her emotions." McCoy said grimly.

"This can't be good for her." Jim said as he stared at the blank face Marcel snapping his fingers at her a few times. "Is there any way we can snap her out of this?" Jim asked the doctor, getting more concerned by the minute. McCoy sighed.

"Marcel has to come back on her own. I've done several scans and I can't find a thing wrong with her." Dr. McCoy said to Jim in a defeated tone.

"I hate to admit this but it's out of my hands now." Dr. McCoy said as a look flash onto his face, "Maybe Spock can work some his Vulcan voodoo on Marcel and we can find out what is going on in her head."

Dr. McCoy said while looking at the captain, secretly hoping that he wouldn't have to ask the pointy eared bastard for help. He'd never be able to live it down.

"I know that look Bones. I will ask Spock if he can help." Jim said with a smug look.

"But, you owe me." Jim adds with a grin. McCoy turns to the nurse who was watching their exchange.

"Nurse Rodgers get Commander Spock on the comm. and let him know that Miss Bonin is awake."

Moments later Spock walks into the sickbay and makes eye contact with Marcel. Something quickly flickers across Marcel's face but just as fast as it was appeared, it was gone. Marcel looked up at Spock with an empty lifeless look. Spock looked at Dr. McCoy and Jim with a nonplussed look on his face he asked.

"Miss Bonin is still unwell?"

"Yes. Bones thinks that Marcel is suppressing her emotions because what happened on the Romulan ship was too much for her to handle. I was thinking that you might be able to help her by performing a mind meld on her." Jim asked Spock while looking at the doctor.

Spock stiffened and looked at Dr. McCoy and Jim and said, "I cannot do a mind meld without Miss Bonin's consent."

"You mean you won't help." Dr McCoy huffed clearly angry.

"If Marcel doesn't come out of this soon it is going to be detrimental to Marcel's health. I thought that you cared about her. I guess I was wrong." Dr McCoy fumed as he walked away leaving Spock stand there with Jim and Marcel, her expression unchanging.

"Spock, I'm sure Marcel wouldn't mind you trying to help her. She trusts you more than anyone of us." Jim said to Spock as he left the sickbay leaving Spock alone with Marcel.

Spock stepped closer to Marcel. After everyone left he looked into Marcel's eyes as if to ask permission but he got nothing from Marcel. He had to admit to himself that it was unsettling seeing the empty, lifeless eyes fixated on nothing.

Spock put his hand on Marcel face to attempt a meld with her against his best judgment. Looking deep into Marcel's eyes Spock started to feel the hum of Marcel's emotions...then there was nothing at all. Spock pulled his hand back and looked at Marcel again his eyebrows shot up into his hairline and he muttered under his breath.

"Fascinating." He walked towards Dr. McCoy's office.

Spock rang the buzzer on the doctor's door and he heard the doctor mumble something so he let himself in. Spock looked at Dr. McCoy sitting at his desk finishing his paper work for the day slowly sipping on a glass of whiskey. Dr. McCoy looked up at Spock.

"What do you want Spock?" Dr. McCoy said as he threw his hands up in the air.

"Your prognosis is correct." Spock stated with a flat expression.

"What?" Dr McCoy stammered nearing falling out of his chair. "You mean I was right?" Dr. McCoy asked still not believing his ears.

Choosing to ignore the doctor's words Spock went on.

"I'm not as proficient as a healer. Miss Bonin needs a hakausu, a Vulcan healer." Spock explained as he looked at the doctor.

"If Miss Bonin is left in this state it will be detrimental to her health. We need to go to New Vulcan. I will contact my father and make arrangements." Spock said as he turned and walked out of the doctor's office.

"I guess I'll tell Jim." Dr. McCoy said to himself as he watched Spock walk out of sickbay.

After talking to Jim, they made a quick course change and they were on there way to New Vulcan. They would arrive in a little more than four days.

Spock's Quarters

Spock contacted his father on his private comm. Spock's father's image flickered on the screen.

"Sa-fu, this is unsuspected." Sarek said with a blank look.

"Yes sa-mekh, I am in need of a hakausu." Spock said blank faced.

"Are you ill?" Sarek responded.

"No osu. I am requesting the healer for a human passenger who I regard as a friend." Spock said looking at his father.

"Hakausu don't see k'shatrisu but I will see what I can do my son." Sarek said.

"We will arrive in 4.1 days father." Spock said and quickly closed out the comm.

It was a long four days. Spock visited Marcel every day after his shift, doing his best to avoid the Doctor and his comments. Marcel did not get any better but she did not get any worse. Marcel had managed to eat small amounts of food but it was nothing like Marcel would normally eat. Spock found that he missed Marcel. It was as if she was not there but she was. Spock missed the laughing and smiling Marcel. He would settle for anything from Marcel.

It was day four and they were almost at their destination. Spock walked into the sickbay holding a garment for Marcel. It was a robe specially designed for the harsh weather on New Vulcan. Dr. McCoy looked up, saw Spock, turned around, and left leaving Spock alone with Marcel.

Spock was grateful for this he was in no mood to put up with the doctors antics today. Spock handed the garment to Marcel and guided her to the changing room. Marcel walked beside Spock almost like a robot. Spock watched as Marcel went into the changing room with sad eyes.

Marcel walked out of the changing room a moment later with the robe on, only she did not tie all the ties. Spock without a thought reached down and tied all the cords for Marcel. His hand brushed against hers and he felt nothing. His heart sank.

Transporter Room
Dr McCoy gave himself and Jim a hypo-spray to counteract the extra gravity and heat on New Vulcan. The doctor was about to give Marcel a hypo when Spock brushed his hand away.

"It will interfere with the healing process." Spock said as he stiffens slightly staring the doctor down. McCoy returned his gaze without flinching.

"Well, you better keep an eye on her. I don't need her passing out on us." Dr. McCoy said sternly.

New Vulcan
All four of them beamed down to New Vulcan's surface at the end of a major sandstorm. Sand was still swirling in the air and blowing Marcel's hair around her and her skin seemed to sparkle even more in the intense sunlight. They were greeted by two stoic Vulcan's that Jim immediately recognized as Spock Prime and Ambassador Sarek.

They quickly made their way inside and out of the dwindling storm, Marcel never leaving Spock's side. Sarek and Spock Prime both seemed to take notice of this but chose to remain silent.

When everyone got inside the meager house they quickly shook off all the sand. Sarek broke the silence.

"Who is this human child?"

"Her name is Marcel Bonin."

Jim began to tell the Ambassador everything about Marcel. It took well over an hour and Jim did not leave out any details. Well, he did leave out one the fact that his son spent every extra moment he had with Marcel but Jim figured that the Ambassador had already figured it out on his own by the way he kept looking over at them.

"T'Pau has agreed to see the young woman but has been delayed due to the sandstorm and she will not be here until tomorrow so please make yourselves at home." Sarek said as he stood there watching Spock and Marcel standing next close to each other. Marcel was standing so close to Spock they were nearly touching.

"Spock, if I may have a word with you alone." Sarek said to Spock as he walked to his private office. Spock followed but had to stop Marcel from following him. Spock guided Marcel to a chair and sat her down lightly brushing his hand against hers as he did.

Spock walked briskly, catching up with his father walking into the office. He closed the door behind him. Sarek motioned Spock to sit down but Spock refused. He stood straight with his hands behind his back looking back at his father.

"Is there something going on between you and that young woman?" Sarek asked bluntly. Spock stiffened at his father's question.

"We are friends, father." Spock said quickly, knowing that he was not being all the way truthful with himself or his father. Spock was not sure what they truly were. Sarek was silent for several moments staring at his son.

"Spock I know that look. I have seen it on myself. It is the same look I gave your mother." Sarek said to Spock.

Spock straightened at the mention of his mother and was silent for several moments thinking of what to say.

"I am uncertain of what you want me to say father." Spock stated flatly.

"From what your Captain has told me of Miss Bonin she seems to be a remarkable young woman and she would make an excellent bond-mate for you." Sarek said to Spock.

Spock's eyebrow shot up into his hairline clearly not believing the words that just came out of his father's mouth.

"Will that be all father?" Spock asked feeling uncomfortable with the subject.

Jim walked toward Spock Prime.

"So what happened to the universe ending paradoxes if you and your counterpart ever met? Let me guess you lied." Jim said with a smirk.

"I implied." Spock Prime said with a slight smile.

"You gambled." Jim added.

"It was an act of faith Jim; I seem to remember having this same conversation with my counterpart." Spock Prime said with another slight smile.

"You guys are so weird you know that." Jim said while shaking his head.

"So I forgot to ask, did you guys find Marcel in your timeline?" Jim asked out of curiosity. Spock Prime frowned slightly at this.

"No Jim. We were too late. By the time we got there the ship was already gone; but I heard rumors years later of an earth woman fitting Marcel's description. She went mad and killed several Romulans before they were able to kill her."

"What?" Jim said frantically.

"Jim there is no way to tell if it will happen again. Romulans are not known for their compassion. They very well could have pushed her to that point." The elderly vulcan explained.

"Do not let what I have told encourage you to pass judgment on Miss Bonin. That was a different time and place. Things can happen differently now. Miss Bonin has what she did not have on that Romulan ship." Spock Prime says with a faint smile.

"And what would that be?" Jim asks.

"Friends and a ship full of people that care for her." Spock Prime adds as they both watch Prime's counterpart attending Marcel and giving her something to drink.

"I think I know what you mean." Jim says with a twinkle in his eye. Jim silently watched Spock and Marcel for several moments before he decided to approach Spock.

"So, what did your father have to say?" Jim asked Spock with a grin.

"It was a private matter between me and my father." Spock said as he straightens his uniform and took the empty glass from Marcel.

"So what's going on between you two?" Jim asked Spock with a grin and a gleam in his eyes clearly pushing his luck. Spock glared at Jim and did not answer the question.

"O.K." Jim said throwing his hands in the air.

"I give up." Jim added as he said as he sat down.

Spock walked into the kitchen rinsed out the glass and sat it on the counter.

"So Spock what do you think we should do until that Vulcan healer gets here?" Jim yelled from the other room.

Spock back into the room and said. "Captain I would advise that we stay here for the night. T'Pau will be here in the early morning hours and she values promptness."

"You are sure that you father has room for us all?" Jim asks Spock with a frown. "I wouldn't want to impose on him."

"I will make arrangements with my father I'm assured that he has rooms for us all."

Spock walks into his father's office and walks back out several moments later.

"Captain, Arrangements have been made. You and Doctor McCoy will have to share a room. My father apparently had a room made for me in the hopes I would visit one day and Miss Bonin will have the extra guest room." Spock said as he stood next to Jim with his hands behind his back.

After fresh linens were put on all the beds and a cot was placed in the room that Jim and the doctor were to share everyone went to their rooms. Jim and Dr. McCoy quickly were squared away Jim quickly claimed the bed, leaving the cot for Bones.

"What the hell Jim I'm older than you. I can't sleep on this cot." Dr. McCoy said angrily.

"But I'm the Captain." Jim said with a pout.

"Doesn't mean you get to be an ass." Dr. McCoy muttered under his breath as he sat on the cot.

"What did you say?" Jim said with a cheeky grin.

"Nothing." Dr. McCoy replied sarcastically.

Jim and Dr. McCoy quickly settled in for the night after a few more arguments on who would sleep on the cot and who got the bed. After everything was said and done, Jim got it his way.

Spock helped Marcel to the guest room that she would be using. It was a simple room and everything was in red and gold tones. The room had a warm, lived in feeling even though Spock was quite sure this was the first time anyone ever slept in this room.

Marcel stood close to Spock and it sent his pulse racing. Spock looked down at Marcel and his heart broke when he saw Marcel's face, blank and lifeless. Spock leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against Marcel's cool forehead looking into her eyes.

"Marcel if you can hear me I want you to know I am doing all that I can to get you back." Spock led Marcel to the bed and turned the temperature down in the room to a normal temperature so Marcel would be more comfortable.

"Good night Marcel." Spock whispered as he left her room and towards his own room.

Spock desperately needed to meditate. He would be seeing T'Pau in the morning and he would not dare let his control slip in front of her. After a couple hours of meditation Spock began to feel tired and went to bed relieved that Marcel would being seeing someone who could help her.

Preparing for the arrival of T'Pau
The morning came quick. Spock's internal clock woke him up before the sun was up. Spock went into the kitchen to prepare the morning meal for everyone he was certain that the Captain and Dr. McCoy did not know that guests are expected to cook the morning meal. Spock made an oatmeal type dish with fresh fruit and spiced tea.

Spock went to check on Marcel he opened the door noiselessly and peeked in. Marcel was not yet awake but Spock slipped inside anyway. He had a burning need to see her and he was done fighting it. Spoke was drawn towards Marcel's sleeping body like a moth to a flame. Spock reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair out of Marcel's face, the pads of his fingers brushed gently at her temple. Spock felt a sudden onslaught of emotions flowing from Marcel. Fear, shame and horror but as soon as he felt the raw emotions pulsating off of Marcel, she began to shut Spock out. It was as if Marcel was slamming door after door in Spock's face slowly pushing him out.

Spock gasped as he pulled his hand back away from Marcel. Her emotions were like a kick in the gut. Spock quickly got control of his feelings and stood up straighter folding his hands behind his back.

"Breakfast is ready Marcel. Would it be acceptable if I escort you to the dinning room?" Spock asked her, trying to retain some normalcy in their relationship. Marcel just gave him a blank look while she sat up in bed and slid her feet into her flats, standing up ready to leave. Marcel's hair was slept on and her clothes were wrinkled but her beauty was unavoidable. Spock wished he could express his feelings to Marcel but he could not find the words. They escaped him.

Marcel took another step and she was right beside Spock, so close that he could feel the coolness of her skin against his hot flesh. It sent shivers down his spine. Spock resisted the urge to kiss Marcel and walked her to the breakfast table. Spock gave her a bowl of fresh fruit and oatmeal and a cup of sweet-spiced tea. Spock made himself a bowl and sat down next to Marcel just as his father walked in.

"You know that she cannot wear that outfit to be attended by T'Pau."

Spock quickly replies.

"Yes father. I observed this. I was going to have a garment from her quarters be sent down."

"I have something she can wear. Your mother's belongings from the embassy on Earth was sent here. I do believe I have something appropriate for her to wear." Sarek said as he left abruptly only to return with a light blue Vulcan styled robe with gold details.

Spock accepted the outfit, laid it across a chair, and cleaned up Marcel's empty bowl and cup. Picking the outfit back up Spock guided Marcel back towards her room and handed her the outfit Spock waited on the outside of the door while Marcel changed into the fresh outfit. Moments later Marcel's bedroom door opens, she has the fresh outfit on but she neglected to tie the cords again so Spock bent down and gently tied them in place.

Walking into the sitting room, Spock noticed that the Captain and the Doctor were to his left at the breakfast table eating already wearing their formal uniforms. Dr. McCoy seemed to be more grouchy than normal and the Captain was laughing.

"Hey Spock. Good morning. I sent off for your formal get up too." Jim yelled across the house. Spock went retrieve it and as soon as he walked into the dinning area, the doctor chimed in.

"Yeah. If I got to wear this monkey suit so do you." Dr McCoy said with a sour face as he pulled at his tight collar. Spock tilted his head at the doctor's comment and grabbed his uniform from the Captain. Spock turned around quickly to change into the fresh outfit and saw his father looking at Marcel.

"Spock I will get my house servant T'Dori to fix Miss Bonin's hair. Nothing too elaborate. Just enough to make her more presentable." Sarek said as he guided Marcel towards a young Vulcan woman. Spock's eyes followed Marcel as she left the room with his father's young servant.

"See I told you he has it bad." Jim said as he patted Dr. McCoy on the back. Spock looked at the two men setting at the dinning table arched one eyebrow at them and walked to his room to change.

Spock changed into his formal uniform and decided that it would be best if he meditated for a moment to retain his control.

Spock only meditated for thirty minutes when he heard a light knock at his door. Spock got up and straightened his uniform walked to the door and opened it. Jim was standing there.

"T'Pau just sent a message. She is going to be here any minute." Jim said with a nervous edge to his voice.

Spock nodded his thanks to Jim and walked into the sitting room. Marcel was sitting in a chair facing Spock with the same blank look she has had for over a week now and today Spock was going to get his Marcel back.

T'Pau's arrival
T'Pau arrived ten minutes later. She was a shrewd woman and the only person to ever turn down a seat on the Federation Council. Her logic has been known to be ruthless. T'Pau remained silent as she observed the room. Slowly but gracefully she walked towards Spock and Sarek and the crew from the Enterprise and greeted them with the Ta'al the traditional Vulcan salute.

T'Pau walked up to Marcel.

"Is this the human?"

Spock had to force himself not to flinch at T'Pau's harsh words. Spock's father stepped up and affirmed that Marcel was the one who needed a healer.

"She will come with me alone." T'Pau said in a firm voice.

Spock got Marcel up and guided her towards T'Pau. The whole time she watched the interaction between the two. Marcel followed T'Pau without a word, blank faced as ever.

The both of them stepped into Sarek's office and T'Pau shut the door behind them. T'Pau motioned for Marcel to sit down and Marcel mindless followed the order to set.

T'Pau took several moments to observe Marcel when Sarek told her of the young Earth woman. She was not sure if all the facts were reliable since humans had gathered them.

Taking her seat gracefully across from Marcel, T'Pau initiated the mind meld. She was surprised that was able to achieve a meld but found nothing right so she pushed a little harder and still nothing. T'Pau decided to change her approach and began to send out short bursts of energy like she was chiseling at a wall. Marcel's shields began to fall slowly, little by little.

When Marcel's shields finally fell T'Pau was bombarded with strong emotions but as soon she felt them, they were gone. T'Pau was slightly surprised Marcel was able to control her emotions so well considering all the images T'Pau was getting from Marcel. T'Pau was surprised, yet again, at how organized Marcel's thoughts were. Most human thoughts were without order and their thoughts were chaotic.

T'Pau made the decision that she was going to find out what was going on between Spock and this young Earth woman and started to probe at Marcel's memories. T'Pau was surprised, yet again, when Marcel mind pushed back at her and would not let her probe any further. T'Pau pushed harder, determined to get the information she wanted. T'Pau was taken aback when she was blocked from obtaining the memories that she sought. Marcel slowly spoke to T'Pau.

"Thank you for the help. I really appreciate it Ma'am but my thoughts are my own." Marcel spoke within T'Pau's mind with a calm and polite voice.

With that, T'Pau pulled out of the meld. She examined Marcel's face, looking to see if there was a change. Marcel smiled faintly at the elderly Vulcan woman, recalling her picture from an article she read and knew how to act. Marcel did not want to offend T'Pau with an emotional outburst but she did not want her to probe her mind and evaded her personal memories of Spock. Marcel could feel the women's eyes upon her looking for a flaw.

"I would like to show you my gratitude for helping me. I believe I should have let Spock teach me how to shield instead of trying to learn on my own. I'm ashamed to say I lost control and once I had my shield in place I couldn't get them back down."

Marcel admitted her shame to T'Pau. "If you want to know anything about me and Spock I will answer your questions truthfully." Marcel said to T'Pau feeling braver than she should.

T'Pau eyed Marcel for several moments considering her words. From T'Pau's experience, humans do not share faults with people easily and they are not known to be truthful when they are asked uncomfortable questions.

"How would I know if you are being truthful with me?" T'Pau asked with an even voice.

"I have my ways. If you would allow me to touch you when I answer your questions you will have no doubt about the truth of my words." Marcel said while holding her breath. She knew how Vulcans felt about touching other people.

T'Pau eyed the young woman, not really believing the truth of her words but consented to her request. "What is you relationship with Spock?" T'Pau asked with perfect control.

Marcel reached out and lightly touched T'Pau's arm and answered the question.

"Spock is my adviser and my friend." Marcel said in a soft voice being as truthful as she could she still did not know what she was to Spock.

"There is more, is there not?" T'Pau asked in an unwavering voice.

"Yes Ma'am." Marcel said as she blushed slightly. "Spock kissed me in a dream." Marcel's said, completely mortified that she shared that bit of her private life with a complete stranger.

T'Pau looked at the young blushing women. "Dreams are unimportant. They represent the subconscious mind."

"I must apologize Ma'am. I didn't explain myself. My dreams are real and I pulled Spock into one of my dream." Marcel said blushing bright red she never shared this much with any one. To Marcel's relief, T'Pau finished her questions and pulled her hand back.

"I believe the truth of your words." T'Pau said as she slowly got up from her seat.

"I find it a refreshing change. Not every human is as forthcoming as you. It is an admirable trait." T'Pau said with an even voice.

"Thank you Ma'am. I always found it easier to be truthful." Marcel said as she stood up and straightening her outfit nervously.

"I would advise you to seek a human counselor to discuss what transpired on the Romulan ship. I have found that most humans benefit from this process." T'Pau replied.

"Yes Ma'am. I will do that." Marcel said with a calm polite voice.

"Let us join the others." T'Pau walked out of Sarek's office. Marcel looked around seeing her surroundings for the first time. The first person she saw was Jim smiling at her with a goofy grin. He grabbed her up off the floor and twirled her around. Marcel barely had enough time to put up her shaky shield when he finally set her down. She found she was face to face with Spock. Her heart skipped a beat when their eyes met.

It took several moments to realize there were other people in the room. Marcel saw Dr. McCoy and a tall Vulcan that she recognized as the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth. Marcel was trying to piece together why he was here when it became obvious. The Ambassador was Spock's father.

"Ambassador, I would like to thank you for providing your home and for everything you have done for me. I will be forever grateful." Marcel said with a nervous smile.

T'Pau cleared her throat and got the rooms attention.

"Spock, you will need to continue her training. Her inadequate training resulted in this damage." T'Pau said with a stern voice. Spock flinched at her words and clenched his fist trying not to lose his control.

"The human also needs a counselor since it is unhealthy for humans to suppress their emotions." T'Pau said with an even voice and with that, she turned around and left.

There was an uneasy silence in the room as T'Pau left. Spock seemed to let a breath out when the woman left. The silence was broken when Marcel's stomach growled at her with vengeance Marcel laughed and put a hand on her stomach.

"I guess I'm hungry." Marcel said with a laugh.

"You should be. You were in there all damn day." Dr. McCoy said with a gruff voice.

"How long was I with her?" Marcel asked in a quiet voice.

"About eight hours." Jim said offhanded.

"Wow it didn't seem that long." Marcel said mostly to herself.

Spock took a step closer to Marcel.

"It is customary for guests to cook meals. Would you like to help me prepare the meal?" Marcel nodded her head yes.

"What would you like me to do?"

Spock sat Marcel down with a knife and some strange looking vegetables that she never saw before to peel and dice them.