AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Before I start in on the chapter I just wanted to say: have you guys SEEN the original series.

I admit that it's been years for me—and watching it over I KNEW I wasn't retarded when I saw Spock/Uhura in the movie and went, "Wtf? No."

If anyone's getting together it's Uhura and Jim.

They touch, they talk, and they kissed.

So whoever pulled Uhura/Spock out of their ass needs to pull out better ideas.

Yes, I know, I'm off topic, but seriously—though kind of cute and mostly just hella weird, I have decided that I am not on board with that particular pairing, no more Vulcan or no.

Watching the series I am more into Spock/Christine than any other relationship on the show besides Spock/McCoy slash.

*laughs*

Those two are adorable.

Just wanted to say that I am no longer on the "Awww, Spock/Uhura could be cute I guess" ship.

Not at all.

Spock and Christine actually understood each other, and she cared for him, and he was intrigued by her but too Vulcan to do anything about it…and Spock/McCoy would just be like the perfect love/hate relationship ever.

And all those ideas and watching the original series give me a fantastic Spock story idea when this is over.

No…not Spock/McCoy slash—I'm not good at writing slash…but you'll see

=P

*coughs*

As to THIS story…wow…if Janet and Bones get married someone might die.

lol

Sorry, just making fun of myself and my wedding cliffhangers.

Next chapter is now, and you get to see aliens from the Star Treks.

Hope you enjoy it.

The Red Alert idea came to me from DeansLover1918, and Miss Dani Dodge, my bff (and my inspiration for Devon), came up with the name of the planet and the leader alien's name for the planet aliens being taken over by the actual Star Trek alien I'm bringing in.

Oh, and hope you don't mind the POVs I'm focusing on this chapter.

=D

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Kirk's POV

The second the Red Alert started, I knew my duty—protect my ship. I wanted to stay and be there for Lily and Spock but we had no time because the Enterprise was in danger. They were married now, which was just what they'd wanted, and it was time to see what the threat was. So I got onto the bridge, Spock behind me, and Lieutenant Uhura looked directly at me.

"Captain—there's a Klingon Warbird in the planet's orbit." She informed me. "We intercepted a distress call coming from the planet's surface about ten minutes ago."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. We will send down a landing party and then retreat to a safe distance. Spock—you and I will come up with a rendezvous schedule and then you will stay here."

"Understood, Captain." Spock told me.

I nodded and I stood up—I had to pick the perfect team to go down. It was a distress call so I would need a medic, and since Janet hadn't had much action in a while and was itching for it, I'd take her. Then there was Chekov, who could act as our communications officer, and Devon had not yet gone on an away mission and she and Ensign Stelloc were trained in combat, and two of my chief security personnel. Though unprofessional that I found myself smiling at the prospect of Devon going down on the planet with me, I decided to go ahead and make my plan be known.

"Lieutenant Goldman, Ensign Stelloc, Lieutenant Chekov and Nurse Ferris shall accompany me to the surface. Meet me in the Transporter Bay." I said over the ship wide intercom, and I headed down myself.

There was something about the idea of helping and getting in the middle of a fight that made my blood pump faster in my veins. I loved finding new civilizations and trying to help out. There was something fulfilling that came out of mingling with other species and helping them to progress with minimal disruption to their everyday lives. I smiled at Devon as she entered the lift, rolling her eyes ever so slightly.

"Hello, Lieutenant." I told her with a smile plastered on my face.

"Captain." She told me curtly, trying to still show me some respect.

I really couldn't blame her for her reaction towards me—I had been incredibly unprofessional towards her and to top it off, I didn't think she was really a fan of people in general. She seemed to be getting closer to Megan and Janet, but it was easy to get close to Megan, and once Janet inducted you into the group, there was no going back. I looked at her and felt her shy away a little under my gaze, and I couldn't help but cock my head to one side.

Even pulled up professionally, Devon's hair was obviously soft to the touch. Even when she frowned, she was beautiful. She was determined and strong-willed, and I wanted more than anything to get to know her better. It wasn't just her outward appearance—her soft brown hair, her ocean blue eyes, her warm, moist lips—it was her determination and resilience. She was beautiful inside and out—and scorned…I could tell that much.

"Thank you for picking me over Mansex." Janet told me and I smiled.

"Of course, Nurse Ferris—nice to know you were available Ensign Stelloc." I told the tall, burly man in the red uniform as he entered the Transporter Bay.

"Are you sure you can't use me for any diplomacy?" Lily asked me, coming in with Ensign Stelloc. "I really think I could help with the Klingons—you could at least let me try."

I shook my head. "There is absolutely no way that Commander Spock would ever forgive me if I let you go down with us. Besides…if we need diplomacy done, then it is best that you are here on the ship where we can use the Conference Room."

Lily nodded. "I needed to at least try."

I smiled at her. "Go onto the bridge with your husband and try to keep things professional. Come back into orbit for us in about 2 hours. Understood?"

"Understood, Captain." She told me, saluting me playfully and then heading out.

"Beam us down, Scotty." I told Scotty.

Scotty nodded and then the landing party stepped onto the Transporter Pad and I felt the familiar sensation of tingling insides and slight light headedness, looking around as we all landed. A small group of native looking people showed up, dressed in only enough clothing to hide the parts of them that were necessary to hide, and the leader held out his hand to me. I shook it in formal greeting, and smiled to signal that we were friendly, having the landing party lower their phasers.

"Welcome to Maultann. I am Traalsec." He told me, shaking my hand.

I nodded. "I am Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Starship Enterprise. We received your distress call."

"Yes—the Klingons have tried to get us to bow to them, and we are in need of back-up to defeat them. Let us continue this conversation in the labs." Traalsec told me, and I nodded.

We followed him over the dirt road, and then into a large group of buildings, and I looked around as more members of the tribe could be seen. For a primitive looking species of humanoids, they were very advanced. Their lab was made up of test tubes and new technology that was controlled by highly sophisticated computers, and I was impressed. Janet made her way over to one of the tables, and right as I told her to be careful, she tripped and knocked over a stack of test tubes.

"Janet!" I scolded.

Janet shrugged a little, as the white smoke that appeared on contact, engulfed the entire landing party, the natives to the land scattered and hurried out of the room.

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Devon's POV

I hadn't quite realized just how clumsy Janet was—she'd just tripped on herself. Herself. Absolutely nothing was obstructing her path—just apparently her feet. I looked down as the white smoke rose from the ground and simultaneous coughing ensued. The cloud of smoke seemed to enter through our pores and when it cleared, I found myself suddenly only thinking about Spock.

Spock was interesting to me. I had only met one other Vulcan before, and he had showed absolutely no emotions at all. Though still embarrassed about it, I had seen Spock show emotions. I was certain that Lily had seen plenty more of his range of emotions than I had, and just thinking about the two of them drove me to my most surfaced thought—how does a Vulcan…even a half Vulcan…fall in love and not be afraid to show it? What was it about Vulcans that I didn't understand? I needed Spock to explain it to me.

"Ooops." Janet said.

I opened up my communicator as Chekov let out a hollow scream and headed for the nearest corner of the room, suddenly realizing that Kirk was eyeing me. He was abnormally close to me, and when I looked up as Spock's voice came through my communicator, Ensign Stelloc looked restless and like he was going into blood lust—he wanted to kill. Who fucking cared?

"Lieutenant?" Spock asked me for the third time. "We came back to check on the party—the Klingons have spotted us and we are to beam our people up."

"What is it like to show emotions?" I asked him firmly.

Kirk smiled. "It's wonderful—it's like being filled with this feeling of warmth and accomplishment."

"I was asking Spock." I told him, trying to take a step away from him.

I was really not all right with Kirk following me wherever I went. What was wrong with him? Why was he following me? I had to figure out Vulcans. I had to figure out how they could possibly love. Love was illogical. There was no rational reason for it—it was just a feeling that got in the way of duty and made humans act in strange ways that could potentially put people in danger. Why would a Vulcan enter into willingly when he'd spent so long trying to suppress his human emotions?

"What exactly has happened?" Spock asked.

"What has happened is that this place is still running inefficiently. They need warp coils—maybe a new frequency to set the computers to so they can get more accurate readings." Janet replied. "I need to talk to Scotty—better than that, beam me up!"

"What about the Klingons?" Spock asked us.

"Who cares about the Klingons?" I asked Spock hurriedly over another of Chekov's screams. "I need to know about those buried emotions. How do you feel when you let them out?"

I sighed loudly as Chekov started freaking out as Janet went over to him to try and telling him how soothing warp cores were. He didn't want her to touch him though, and Kirk's hand reached out and he stroked my ass under my skirt. What was he doing? Son of a bitch!

"Captain! Stop that!" I told him, slapping his face automatically.

"I order you to kiss me!" He demanded.

I stared at him. "You what?!"

"We're beaming you up now." Spock informed us, and I had to put my hands up to keep Kirk at arm's length.

The minute that we got into the Transporter Bay, I pushed Kirk off of me and the security personnel came to check on, Bones in tow. He came at us with tricorders, but Spock wasn't there. Where was he? Only he could tell me how Vulcans could possibly love. Was I wrong about them? Was there more to them than just stoicism? I had to know!

"What happened down there?" Bones asked us. "What's wrong?"

"Engineering!" Janet yelled over a scream from Chekov.

"Get that avay from me! Avay! Vhat is that machine? Get avay!" He yelled. "No! No! No closer!"

"Where is Ensign Stelloc?" Bones asked suddenly.

"He went off of our sensors, sir." Scotty told him.

In all of the confusion, no one had noticed that Ensign Stelloc had run off out of the labs. I knew I should speak up about it, but I wanted to see Spock. Right now the only thing my brain seemed to want to think about was Spock and getting him to get me to understand. I needed him. I needed him to listen to my questions and answer them. I needed him to explain and make me understand.

"Stelloc." I tried and furrowed my brow as Bones looked at me.

"Yes?" He urged me on with his hands and his eyes.

I swallowed. "Blood lust."

"Blood lust?" Bones asked. "Where did he run off?"

"Where is Spock?" I asked him, tired of forcing other thoughts. "I need to talk to him."

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Spock's POV

Lily and I headed directly to Sick Bay and the look in her eyes was that of her being concerned and yet completely intrigued. She was concerned for her friends, but she was more interested in how exactly this happened, and how they were going to fix it. Her multi-faceted attention span made me want to smile, but this was serious, and McCoy kept having to slap Jim's hand as he tried to touch Devon inappropriately.

"What exactly happened?" I asked them.

"Where is Francis?" Lily asked.

"All I have gotten out of them is cloud, test tubes and blood lust." Bones replied.

Lily and I nodded and I felt like my personal space was being slightly invaded as Devon came up to me. Janet was yelling about how being strapped down was inhuman and she just needed to go into Engineering, and Chekov was screaming about people touching him, Jim struggling against the security personnel to get to Devon. Something had happened down there that had made the landing party act completely irrationally, and we needed to send down another party to figure it out.

"Is there anything in their blood that could identify the problem?" I asked as Devon peered at me with her blue-green eyes.

"How do you love? How do you love without the feeling destroying the essence of who you are?" Devon asked me.

I swallowed. "You should talk to Counselor McCoy about that."

"No—I want to know how you deal with it." She explained.

McCoy sighed and Lily walked over to Janet, trying to calm her down. I thought about trying to contact Megan to get her to calm Chekov as he had a nervous episode, but McCoy sedated him and Kirk, then he reluctantly sedated Janet, and it was only Devon who was left. I tried to figure out why she wasn't kicking or screaming or touching inappropriately—she was just asking questions.

"Blood seems fine." McCoy said. "Though it seems that their temporal lobes are more active than normal."

"That would explain why they are so focused—but why are they all focused on such different things?" Lily asked me.

I looked at her. "Your knowledge of biology is intriguing, Lily."

"See? There!" Devon told me pointing, her finger wagging in my face. "You talk to her and your eyes soften. You love her, but Vulcans aren't supposed to show love! How did you fall in love? How can you trust it?"

"Love, though a very human emotion, is felt by every species." I tried to explain to her, wishing I didn't have to try and explain like a Vulcan in front of Lily.

"You're holding back!" Devon protested. "I just need to understand, please! I can't understand why I can't trust love but you can and you have every reason not to feel it because you're Vulcan!"

As she started protest and get closer to me, even though I could tell she didn't want to be in my personal space like this, McCoy gave her a shot, and she passed out in his arms. I helped him to carry her to a bed, and I headed out of Sick Bay, Lily behind me. I knew that she knew what I was going to do, and I knew she wanted to go down to the planet too. I looked at her as she got into the lift with me and I shook my head.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say to you." She told me, her hands resting on her hips.

"Yes I do—you cannot come." I said. "You are carrying a baby you have to look after."

She nodded. "I know that, and as much as I want to help, I am staying behind. I need to get used to not being able to go on Away Missions anymore. Besides—if the Klingons need to meet with us, I need to be here to conference with them."

I nodded and she followed me into the Transporter Bay, stepping onto the pad with me as I told Scotty that he was in command. Scotty left the Transporter Bay to the Lieutenant assigned to take to the bridge, and she took my hands. She kissed them, and she smiled at me and I raised my eyebrow a little—it wasn't like I was going to die. Still, the fear of a loved one going down on an Away Mission was quite common among those on the ship. I wouldn't want Lily to go down into unknown danger even—especially now.

"Please be careful." She told me, kissing me softly. "Please."

"I am simply going down to find out what happened." I assured her.

"Yeah…by yourself. You couldn't take a party down with you?" She asked me.

I smirked. "My body does not react as human bodies do."

She smirked too. "It does in some ways."

I knew she was trying to joke using innuendo, but I let it go as she kissed me again. She was quite aware that my physiology was different, and that whatever happened to the landing party, I was the most suited to go down and investigate. I stroked her hair to reassure her, and then with one last kiss, she stepped off of the Transporter pad and I beamed down…right into a pack of Klingons standing over Ensign Stelloc's body and two injured natives of the planet.