The Enterprise was now within sensor range of both ships and could be identified. To this, both ship captains gave a sigh or grunt of relief. It was of pleasure to see the Enterprise intact. Well, as far as they could tell.

"Mr. Sean hail our universe's Enterprise." Selar ordered, her eyes narrowed and her face lay in its normal emotionless way. "Hailing the Enterprise, sir." The communications officer reported solemnly. On the viewscreen and static filled picture came to.

"Lieutenant, clear that picture." She wanted to know if someone was on the other side. "Yes, sir. I am on it." Slowly the picture began to get towards a normal stance where Selar could see the body of what seemed to be Captain Kirk leaning against the Captain's chair.

His breath was quick and harsh, as though there wasn't enough air in the ship to allow him to breath. Sweat beads rolled down his paling face, once bright eyes were dull with pain and agony.

The image took Doctor McCoy by surprise. "Admiral!" He shouted at the screen. "Admiral Kirk. This is the USS Audacity, do you have the power or ability to speak, sir?" Selar tried to keep a calm voice.

The admiral looked straight at them, he opened his mouth the say something though no words came. He tried again. "Is... B-bones and S-spock with you. Safe?" He breathed. Selar nodded,

"Yes, Admiral. They are safe, what is wrong?" Kirk collapsed. Instantly Selar got to her feet, "Mr. Harrison you have the conn, Spock, McCoy come with me now." She ordered rushing for the turbolift.

They didn't know how much time the Admiral had left, better yet what was happening. Worry struck over McCoy's face and it could be seen faintly in Spock's eyes. However, Selar kept a straight face as nothing could be seen as to what she was thinking or feeling.

Quickly they pulled on their environmental suits rushing for the transporter room where Jameson met them there. "Beam us over to the Enterprise's bridge." Selar ordered the Transporter technician.

She stepped up onto the pad, "Energize." The transporter room faded from view replaced by the bridge of the Enterprise. Jameson and McCoy rushed over to Kirk while Spock and Selar tried to root the problem to its source.

"The life-support systems-" Selar began. "They're offline, we need to get to them as quickly as possible." She reported, with that both Spock and herself left for the Engineering deck just as McCoy and Jameson beamed to the Audacity a dying Admiral in their arms.

The two reached engineering as quickly as possible and scavenged around for the life-support systems. "Over here." Spock called as Selar ran over. "They seem to have been short circuited." Selar reported.

"Indeed. I am unsure if I can fix this, do you have any knowledge to this." The captain of the Audacity nodded as the Ambassador moved from her way. She kneeled down, taking the wires into her hands. She tried what should have worked, yet it ceased to have any effect.

For a moment Selar and Spock went silent as they both were thinking of a solution. "Ambassador, is there a phaser on hand around here?" Selar quickly stated. The ambassador nodded and went to go retrieve it, he looked as confused as a Vulcan would let on.

"What is your plan, Captain?" He inquired. "There is not energy flow whatsoever in the circuits, as there isn't any source of power within the vicinity of it either. If we can use the correct amount of the plasma given off from the triggered phaser, it may be able to give enough power in order to increase the nonexistent energy flow enough to power the life-support systems." She told him her plan, as she began working on it.

"Logical. Though it only has a 68.3478 percent likelihood of working." Spock noted. "It is the only logical solution, and since the likelihood is over fifty percent is gives us the logical reason to pursue it. However, if we fail we could be killed by the plasma blast against the wires."

They were willing to take that chance.

Once the plan had been set up and was ready to go, Spock and Selar stood ready to execute it. "On my mark, set the phaser on kill and fire." Selar was beside the machine, holding the necessary metal plates in place so that if the plasma were to strand over it would bounce off the plates redirecting it towards the wires, increasing the chance of success by seventeen percent.

In her mind she had a flicker of hope that this would work, yet the uncertainty and fear of it failing was more prevalent. At least if this failed, she knew her ship was in good hands and since she had already ordered the evacuation of the Enterprise, only two lives would be lost, while the others were currently being evacuated.

Selar gave Spock a glance, they were thinking the exact same thing. After a moment, "Fire." She Stated.

The force of impact shot her backwards after the plasma hit the metallic plate. Spock couldn't move without ceasing the plasma flow. "Selar!" He shouted when he saw her fly, he couldn't move.

The bundle didn't reply, for she lay four meters away unresponsive, motionless. The plan had succeeded as the life-support systems had come back online. When they did he dropped the phaser and rushed over to the body.

He hovered over it, pain in his eyes. He held his hands above her body as if unsure whether or not to touched her. He finally chose to. Picking up her head, Spock muttered "Selar, no. Selar.."

He placed his head where her heart was as if to look for a beat. He heard nothing. Spock put her back down and tried performing CPR on her. He pushed against her heart trying to get a beat, for several minutes nothing happened.

He gave up.

"Selar, no. Please, no." I am in control of my emotions, I am in control of my emotions. Spock tried not to cry, his aging brown eyes were filling with tears as they burned against his eyes.

He tried again, this time for a longer amount of time. "Come on.." He whispered continuing to perform CPR. "I'm;m not loosing you too.." He knew this was hopeless, though he continued anyways. "Come on, Selar. Please..." He placed his head over her heart once more.

For a moment he heard nothing, trying not to cry he kept his head there hovering over the dead Captain's body. Spock held his hand up to his eyes, wiping them clear of years only for them to be quickly filled once more.

He didn't know what else he could do, there was nothing he could do. All he had the ability to do now was the retrieve her Katra. "I must let you spirit free, I-" He began to choke up. "I'm so sorry, Selar."

She was such a young Vulcan, too young to die. She was the equivalent of Kirk's age when he became Captain. Now, before he could even tell her the truth, she had slipped beyond his grasp.

He placed his hand upon his temple into the correct position-

Thump... thud... thud... thump

The Ambassador stopped what he was doing, was it? Could it? Yes. It was the sound of an heartbeat, the CPR worked it was just too late in order to tell. The aging Vulcan wiped the tears from his eyes, feeling no shame for he knew even a Vulcan would cry at the sight of something such as this and he had his reasons. Reasons no one would suspect.

Even if she didn't regain consciousness at that moment, she was alive and that was all that matter. He pulled his communicator from his belt and flipped it open. "Spock to Enterprise." No answer. "Ambassador Spock to Enterprise." He stated.

"First Officer Harrison here, Ambassador?" He questions unsure why it wasn't his captain. "Two to beam aboard. Use this signal to receive the coordinates. Spock out." He flipped the communicator down, placing it back onto his belt.

Glancing downwards, he placed his hands under the Captain, holding her in his arms he got to his feet. Suddenly he could feel the grip of the transporter as the engineering room of the Enterprise faded and was replaced with the Transporter room of the Audacity. He materialized with the Captain in his arms, a distraught look upon Harrison's face.

"Selar..." He looked up at the Ambassador. Without saying a word, he knew what he needed to do he ran over to the comm.

"Harrison to Sickbay, emergency in main transporter room. Assistance is needed now!" He yelled running over to his Captain as Spock sunk to his knees, resting her head on his thigh for she has grown to heavy for his arms. "Is she..?" Harrison asked.

"No, she's not." Spock could hear the sigh of relief at that moment Jameson and a medical team rushed in to see their Captain in Spock's arms. They immediately put her on to the gearnie as Jameson placed the scanner over her.

"She's not dead, simply in an overly shocked state. She has four broken ribs and her heart is weak. She is unconscious and brain activity it extremely low, she is still not out of the woods. Get her to sickbay immediately!" Jameson yelled, the medical team whisked her away immediately leaving Spock, Harrison and Jameson in the transporter room."

"Will be be alright?" Spock asked, trying to conceal his emotions.

"Yes, Ambassador. If Vulcans were capable of worry I would say you wouldn't have to worry. I would just prepare if what we do doesn't work out." Jameson replied.

"I have to go Ambassador, with the Captain in sickbay, the ship is under my command."

Spock nodded as both Jameson and Harrison left, the transporter technician on their heels. He was left alone in the transporter room, just him and his racing thoughts. He had shown emotion today, he was not pleased yet he was not ashamed. At least his emotion was for good reason.