Growing Numbers

"Spock!" a voice was shouting at him, "Spock, wake up, damn it!"

Spock sighed as he opened his eyes to find himself propped up against the wall of the small room he and McCoy had discovered, the man crouched close to him and appearing an inch away from smacking him again.

"I am entirely conscious, Doctor," he reassured the man, "I'm simply contemplating the nature of mortality."

It was a partial truth. He was currently contemplating that, though before it he had been attempting partial meditation. He was trying to draw up the image of Cora that he had before. He could feel the pain throbbing in his side, but it was as though each time he imagined her, the pain dulled slightly.

"Feeling philosophical huh?" McCoy remarked as he moved to sit beside him instead of hunch over him, "Massive blood loss will do that to you."

Spock let out another long breath, "I received news that affected me unexpectedly and, since then, my thoughts have been lingering on the idea of mortality more and more."

McCoy frowned at that, not sure what to make of it. For a moment it sounded as though Spock was admitting to thoughts of taking his own life, but it was, frankly, ridiculous. Cora would have come to the med-bay as she had for others she sensed that off of. That and he knew the man would never do anything to endanger Cora. So there had to be something more.

"What news?"

"Ambassador Spock has died."

"Oh, Spock, I'm so sorry," McCoy spoke genuinely, "I can't imagine what that must feel like."

"When you've lived as many lives as he, fear of death is illogical."

"Fear of death is what keeps us alive."

"With his death, I thought that my…purpose in life had changed," Spock admitted, "Recently I have felt both content and discontent. That there is something more out there I should be doing. Upon discovering Ambassador Spock's fate, I felt that I owed a debt of duty to my species in his place."

"I get it, you think the purpose you were looking for is on Vulcan," McCoy finished for him, before a thought struck him, "Spock, have you talked to Cora about this?"

"She was aware of my discontent," Spock offered, "I…may have mentioned the thought of redirecting my efforts to continue Ambassador Spock's work on New Vulcan to her."

"I take it it didn't go well?" McCoy asked, hearing a regretful tone in Spock's voice.

"She feels indebted to the Fleet," Spock explained, "She cannot leave."

"But you want to. Yeah, I can see how that would upset her."

"I do not want to leave," Spock looked at him, "I thought, for a brief moment, that I should, but Cora is my mate. I will not leave her, nor would I ever ask her to release me or break our bond. It was a momentary lapse of judgement."

"I get it," McCoy remarked after a moment, "You just got dealt a huge blow, your emotions, the scraps you do have buried in you, were higher than normal, you felt an obligation and you started to make a plan that you realized you shouldn't go through with once you calmed down. It happens to the best of us."

"Does it?" Spock asked.

"How the hell do you think I ended up in Starfleet?" McCoy scoffed, "Bitter divorce, my wife robbed me blind, I was a mess, and thought why the hell not, I had nothing left on Earth, nothing to lose. Signed up and found myself on a shuttle before I could talk myself out of it."

"You regret your decision to join the Fleet?"

"Not anymore," McCoy admitted, "But back then I thought I was out of my goddamn mind. Seemed like it was working out for me, but it doesn't always work out for everyone though. And, to be honest, Spock, I don't think it would have worked out for you either."

"Why so?"

"Well," McCoy let out a breath, "To start, you'd be talking about taking an Empathic to a colony of Vulcans. You weren't exactly happy there as a half-Vulcan, imagine being a non-Vulcan."

"My mother…"

"Was a human who could only guess what others thought of her," McCoy cut in, "Cora would be able to feel all of that," he didn't even want to imagine what those uptight bastards would think of half-Empathic hobgoblins running around one day either.

"I…did not consider that," Spock spoke, sounding honestly startled that he hadn't.

His childhood had not been the greatest, due in large part to the animosity he faced at being half-Human. If he brought Cora to New Vulcan as his mate, not only would she experience the same distaste his mother had, but likely worse. He had already seen it with the two delegates that spoke to him earlier, they acted as though Cora wasn't there, wasn't worthy enough to stand beside him, and the few times they did acknowledge her it had been with a distaste he could read, having grown up around the Vulcan expressions of it. An Empathic was on the opposite end of a spectrum from a Vulcan, treasuring emotion more than logic. She would, as McCoy had said, feel all of that distaste and animosity constantly. He could imagine it would dredge up some poor memories from her own childhood as well, to be looked at as unworthy just as the Mas'heirs had.

"You were emotional," McCoy tried to reassure him, "When humans hurt, Spock, it's hard for us to look at anything else, at anyone else, to take into consideration anyone else's pain. You were told the Ambassador died, it had to hurt, and in that hurt, you weren't thinking. Emotions, as hard as it may be for you to believe, aren't logical."

Spock's lip quirked at that, "Cora says the same," he let his head thump back against the wall, "She was very hurt by my thought to go to New Vulcan."

"You're not still planning to go, are you?"

"No. My mate cannot leave her crew, and I will not leave my mate. Nor would it be logical to return myself to a people I willingly removed myself from in the first place."

"Then she'll be fine," McCoy reached out to pat him on the shoulder, seeing he was starting to think about this logically again, "And hey, maybe all that is a sign that your purpose is something else."

"Perhaps," Spock could admit.

Thinking on it now…his purpose would have to be something else for exactly that reason. He knew what it would mean to mate to Cora, and he had done so, his fate, his purpose would always be tied to her. He had not been lying when he said he felt there was a purpose 'for us' when he spoke to her. Whatever the future held for him, Cora would be there, and it would be a purpose for THEM. He had just been so consumed in his grief over the death of the Ambassador that he had spoken without thought.

"And besides, I don't know what Jim would do if you ever left the Fleet. He would not be happy. I mean, me, I'd throw a party but..." he trailed off when Spock began to chuckle at his words, actually laughing at them, "My God, you're getting delirious."

~8~

Kirk turned, reaching out a hand to help Cora as he and Chekov led the way through the edge of the forest, down into a path of rocks, helping her jump down off one, "How far are we from the coordinates of that call?" he called over to Chekov.

"Still a ways, sir," he answered, "Captain?"

"Yeah."

"When did you begin to suspect her?"

"The moment Cora stepped on the Bridge," Kirk told him, "I was always right about you, Cor, you're our secret weapon."

"My apologies for not alerting you sooner," Cora murmured as she followed Kirk and Chekov.

"That's on me, Cor," Kirk argued, "I was the one who chose not to call you in when Kalara first reached Yorktown. It's on me what happened to our ship too. You were right, a trap should always be avoided."

Just as he said it, he stepped on something that cracked under his foot, a brown gas starting to rise above them, "Run!" he shouted, pushing Cora ahead of them as they tried to escape the smoke.

There was a sudden small booming noise and Cora spun around, hearing Kirk and Chekov cry out, gasping when she saw the two men appeared to now be encased in a brown wall. It was as though the smoke had solidified around them, trapping them.

"James T. Kirk!" Cora moved back towards them, "PAC! Are you alright? Can you breathe?"

The two men didn't appear able to move at all and it worried her that the wall may be constricting their chests and air as well. She felt a discomfort off them and no other pains, but it was alarming nonetheless.

"We're alright, Cor," Kirk managed to wheeze out.

"I do not find zis to be 'alright,' Captain," Chekov grunted, "We are trapped."

Cora moved closer to the wall, reaching out to touch it, frowning deeply as she pressed on it. She tried to hit it with a hand, then a rock, but it was no use, "I cannot free…" she trailed off, looking down and to the side, as though about to peek over her shoulder from the corner of her eye.

"Cora?" Kirk called

"Two beings are approaching," Cora warned them softly, turning to position herself in front of them, her hands raised, bringing up a mix of emotions within her if she needed it. There was one signature that, the nearer it drew, the more at ease she felt, the more she recognized the emotions of it, sensed who it was.

"Montgomery Scott!" she nearly cheered, though she kept her arms raised, seeing a humanoid alien beside him, her skin nearly all white, blending into her white hair, with black markings on her face, dressed in grays with a weapon in her hand.

"Oh, Lassie, am I pleased to see you!" the man cried out as he caught sight of her, coming up behind the alien and rushing past to hug Cora, "And Captain!" he greeted, seeing the man and Chekov stuck in a mud wall.

"You know these ones?" the alien who accompanied him asked.

"Aye, Lassie," Scotty turned, an arm around Cora's shoulder as he faced the other woman, "That wee man there is Pavel Chekov."

"Hello," Chekov offered.

"And that handsome bastard is James T. Kirk."

"Pleasure," Kirk added.

"And this here's Cora," Scotty grinned, "They're my mates. It's good to see you."

"Who is your friend, Montgomery Scott?" Cora asked him, watching as the woman approached, fiddling with the weapon in her hand, though she felt no ill-will or malicious intent from her.

"This is Jaylah," he introduced.

"Scotty?" Kirk called when Jaylah began to power up her staff-weapon, "What is she doing?"

"She will not hurt you, James T. Kirk," Cora reassured him, "She is trying to help."

"Not making me feel better, Cor!" Kirk nearly shouted when the Jaylah woman poked the wall with her staff, causing it to shatter and drop them hard to the ground.

"You're free James T," Jaylah remarked.

"Oh god, don't tell me there's two of you," Kirk groaned when Cora moved to help him up, spreading a relief through him for any pains he may have sustained.

"I do not understand," Cora frowned, knowing the words had been directed at her, though she cast a glance over at Chekov as Scotty helped him up and the two exchanged a hug.

"If I have to tell another person to call me Jim…" Kirk trailed off with a sigh.

Cora blinked, glancing over at Jaylah, the woman resetting her staff, and smiled. The woman HAD called him 'James T.' much like how she called him 'James T. Kirk.'

Kirk shook his head and looked over at Scotty, "Your friend there sure knows how to throw out a welcome mat."

"I do not know what is a welcome mat," Jaylah remarked.

"You find anybody else?" Kirk continued to Scotty.

"I do not sense any of the crew nearby," Cora answered for him.

"No, sir," Scotty confirmed, "I'm sorry, you're the only ones. What the hell happened up there, Jim? Why were we attacked?"

"The alien Kalara wished to lead us into a trap," Cora told him.

"They were after the artifact we brought back from Teenax," Kirk added.

"Did they get it?" Scotty frowned.

"No."

"Have you got it?"

"No. I had to get it off the Enterprise, put it on a shuttle."

"You hid it in a shuttle?"

"Yes. And no."

~8~

Cora looked around in amazement at the familiar architecture around her as Chekov helped her step off a ladder and into a main room, having been led up there by Jaylah and Scotty. It was clearly Fleet-make, a Bridge of a starship, though very old.

"This is the U.S.S. Franklin," Scotty explained, "Can you believe it? First Earth ship capable of warp 4. Went missing in the Gagarin Radiation Belt in the early 2160s."

"I remember that from the Academy," Kirk murmured, seeming just as stunned to be standing there as the others, "Captain Balthazar Edison. One of the first heroes of Starfleet. How the hell did his ship end up here?"

"There's a lot of theories, sir. Surrendered to the Romulans. Captured by a giant green space hand. This far out, it's got to be a wormhole displacement."

"Can this ship still fly?" Cora glanced around.

"She's missing a few driver coils and the EPS conduits are fried," Scotty told them, "But Jaylah has done a marvelous job of getting the ship's systems back online."

"Thank you, Montgomery Scotty," Jaylah remarked as she moved to sit on the captain's chair, doing so only a moment before Kirk tried the same, the man awkwardly shifting away.

"Pardon me," Kirk murmured, glancing around, "Mr. Chekov, can you plug in the coordinates? See if you can track the crew's location from the ship's sensors."

"Aye, Captain," Chekov moved over to one of the consoles.

"He likes that seat," Cora looked over when Scotty whispered that to Jaylah, pointing at the chair.

"Mr. Scott," Kirk called out, "Tour."

"Yes, the mess hall," Scotty straightened, "Jaylah, if you will?"

"Yes," Jaylah nodded, getting up from the seat to lead them through the ship.

~8~

Cora stood before a monitor in the mess hall of the Franklin, watching as a clip glitched on a monitor, what appeared to be the last footage of the crew that once traveled in the ship. They all appeared happy, smiling and cheering on the camera, the image looping over and over the brief seconds of their faces.

"No clue what happened to the crew, huh?" Kirk asked behind her.

"No, sir," Scotty answered, "They'd be dead a hundred years by now."

"Is that a..." Kirk suddenly cut off and Cora turned, feeling the excitement and disbelief spark in him, to see him approaching a motorbike stationed near the back of the room, "That's a PX 70! Wow. My dad used to have one when he was a kid. My mom said he'd put her on the back of it, drive her nuts."

"Sir, um..." Scotty cleared his throat.

Kirk nodded to himself, focusing once more and looking over at him and Jaylah, "So you're telling me this thing's been here this whole time and no one's ever noticed it?"

Scotty just grinned.

~8~

It was quite the sight when Jaylah led them to the reason why none of the inhabitants of the planet had noticed that the Franklin was there. They climbed up another ladder to the top of the ship, Jaylah immediately moving over to small beams, checking on the tech that was scattering flashes of light around them. Looking around, Cora could see the ship under her feet, but every so often the light would flash over it and it would look as though she was standing on rock. When she looked out at the rest of the ship, the outer edges where the beams were aimed, there was no way to see the ship at all.

"She's rigged up image refractors," Scotty explained to them, "Here," he moved to take a closer look at one of them.

"So like some sort of holographic camouflage," Kirk worked out.

"Aye, sir."

"That is quite clever," Cora offered to the woman, who nodded sharply in thanks.

She turned, looking further past the edges of the ship, towards the rocky portion of the planet, near the edge of the woods, but where the trees trickled off into stone canyons or quarries. Her gaze drifted farther out, but still along the stones, she reached up towards her neck for a moment, before flattening her hand along the top of her chest. She knew Spock was there, he was somewhere out there, she could feel him.

"You ok, Cor?" Kirk spoke as he moved to stand beside her, not as excited about image refractors as Scotty, who was gushing with Jaylah behind them.

"I will be," she told him, not taking her eyes off the stones, "When the crew are found and safe."

Kirk smiled a little, "You mean, when Spock is safe."

"And the crew," Cora murmured, though it was clear in her tone that she very much wanted Spock safe, "But yes. I…do not like being parted from my mate."

Kirk nodded, understanding that. It wasn't on the same level as he was sure it was for Cora, but…right now he was feeling it. Being away from his crew, knowing they were in danger, not knowing if they were still alive. Not being able to do anything to help them…

"It will never go away," Cora continued, glancing at him, continuing when he gave her a questioning look, "If you are not on your ship, you are not with your crew."

Kirk let out a breath at that, her words hitting him hard. It really wouldn't go away, would it? If he…if he went through with his plans, if he left the Enterprise, took up the Vice Admiral position he had been speaking to Paris about, he would be leaving his crew. He would be in this exact position for the rest of his life. Just because he was going to leave his crew, didn't mean his crew would leave his heart. He would be somewhere, away from them, never knowing if they were alright, if something happened to them, constantly worrying but unable to do anything.

"Captain!" Chekov's voice called out behind them as the man rushed up the ladder onto the top of the ship, "I hawe intercepted a weak communications transmission, sir. It's a Starfleet frequency."

Kirk nodded, following Chekov down the ladder once more, the others following them right to the Bridge. Chekov moved to the console, showing Kirk the signal he'd managed to pick up while trying to get Krall's coordinates into the systems.

"Can you lock on to the signal?" Kirk asked.

"Yes, but how do we get to zem?" Chekov countered.

"I have an idea, sir," Scotty offered, "But I'm gonna need your permission."

Kirk gave him an odd look for that, "Why would you need my permission?"

"Because if I mess it up I don't want it to be just my fault."

"Cor," Kirk began, "Are you projecting dread right now?"

Cora blinked and searched herself, "While I am experiencing something similar, I am not projecting at the moment, no."

"Great," he muttered, rubbing his face, it was all him then, "Mr. Scott, do whatever it takes."

~8~

"McCoy and Spock to Enterprise crew," McCoy continued to call into the comm., though his gaze was locked firmly on Spock as the Vulcan made his way along the rocks, his right hand using the walls around them as a support while his left remained pressed against his side. He had told the man to rest, but Spock was not about to do so until they'd found the crew, till Spock had found Cora, once more, "Come in Enterprise crew. Anyone," he let out a sigh, moving over to Spock's side to help the man, "You stubborn ass."

"It is imperative that we locate any surviving crew," Spock argued.

"Yeah, but it's not gonna help anyone if one of the crew dies on me along the way," McCoy muttered, "Look," he continued, "You want to find Cora, I get it, I respect that. But I'm the medical officer here, Spock, you need to respect me when I tell you to take it easy…" he trailed off when they spotted three hostile ships in the sky, the complete opposite of taking it easy.

"Of course, I respect you, Leonard," Spock replied, "I always assumed it was clear. The dialogue we have had across the years has always..."

"It's ok, Spock," McCoy cut in, "You don't have to say it…" he stepped away only a foot, looking at the ships approaching, the two of them back to back now, "Well, at least I won't die alone," he turned to Spock only to see the Vulcan was being beamed away, leaving him well and truly alone, "Well, that's just typical," he shook his head and put his fists up, "Come on, you bastards!" he let out a scream as the ships fired at him…and was beamed out himself.

"Good to see you in one piece, Doctor!" Scotty's voice rang out as McCoy found himself standing on an ancient-looking teleport pad.

"Oh, am I?" he asked stiffly, "I feel like my innards have been to a barn dance!" he turned around, his hand on his stomach, to see Kirk, Chekov, some alien they weren't up in arms about, and Cora there. He shook his head when he saw Spock making his way to Cora, resting back on a crate as he pulled the girl into his arms.

"Aye, well, these old transporters were only ever used for cargo," Scotty explained, he too was smiling at the sight of the two reunited mates, "But a few modifications seem to do the trick. I thought it best to beam you one at a time though. You know, in case you got spliced."

"Oh, I couldn't imagine a worse scenario," McCoy stepped off the pad and headed over to Spock and Cora. The two had untangled from their tight hug, their eyes closed with their foreheads resting against each other now.

"Good to have you back," Kirk looked between the two, trying to give Spock and Cora a few more moments of 'privacy' and peace, "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…"

"But Spock is hurt," Cora finished for him, taking a breath and opening her eyes to look over at them, lightly moving a hand near Spock's injured side, resting it gently there but applying no harmful pressure.

"I am functioning adequately, Captain," Spock disagreed slightly.

"In a pig's eye you are!" McCoy scoffed.

"I feel no pain or discomfort at all," Spock defended, pushing himself off the crate to stand as though to prove his words.

It didn't escape any of them how he moved his arm around Cora's shoulders, how she stared at him with the utmost concentration and focus. It was clear that she was countering that pain and flooding his system with other emotions to help him endure.

"Yeah," Kirk rolled his eyes, "And the second Cora stops doing her thing, you're gonna be singing a different story."

"Why would I sing about an injury?" Spock asked with a small frown, one that Cora mirrored in confusion of the context, "The only story I have to tell is that we discovered the stolen artifact appears to have come from this planet."

"It's a turn of phrase," Kirk waved it off, "We're getting you fixed up, now."

"Are there even any medical supplies on this thing?" McCoy looked over at them.

"This way," Jaylah nodded, leading them off, Spock keeping his hand locked with Cora as he followed easily enough.

"Bones, just out of curiosity," Kirk mumbled to the man as they watched the two go, "How strong is her pain killing effect?"

McCoy scoffed under his breath, "Your leg could be torn off and you'd still feel fit enough to run a marathon."

Kirk let out a whistle at that.

~8~

Cora helped Spock over to a couch set up in the middle of the room Jaylah led them back to. The relief she felt not just radiating off of Spock but coming from inside herself as well was staggering. Having her captain and Chekov with her during their separation was helpful, but it was feeling Spock, even as far away as he was, that had helped her keep going. The knowledge that he was still alive, that they could (and would) find each other again, that even though he was injured he was strong enough to go on, it helped her focus. Now that she had him back…

Well, she couldn't help but spare a single moment's thought to the discussion they'd had to cut off earlier. She loved Spock, with all her heart, and the idea of being separated from him in such a way? Not just being planet-side while one of them was on the Enterprise or being parted while both on the same planet? It was devastating to her, to think about him being on one planet, while she was halfway across the universe.

It was always hard, to be apart from him, but over the years they had learned to cope with it, to endure it while on missions. She didn't know how she would be able to cope if he went to New Vulcan.

She looked down when she felt Spock squeeze the hand he was still holding tightly, not even noticing McCoy digging through a pile of tech Jaylah had given him as the medical supplies.

"This has taught me," he murmured to her, his thumb stroking over her hand, "I would not be able to cope either."

Cora gave him a sad smile for his words, understanding. This separation had shown him the same things. He did not think he would be able to last if he went to New Vulcan when she could not join him.

"We will talk more later," she reassured him, reaching out with her free hand to touch the side of his face, her fingers brushing the hair from his forehead and trailing down to cup his cheek, "Please, rest."

"He doing alright?" Kirk asked as he joined them, crouching down near Spock's head while Cora sat on the edge of the couch next to him.

"My mate is taking exceptional care of me," Spock reassured him.

He had not been lying before when he told them he was operating just fine. Cora had not let go of his hand, not that he was about to release his hold on hers either, and had been ensuring he felt nothing but peace and comfort, the pain in his side numbed. Logically, he knew there was a gaping wound in his side, but in this moment he would never have known it by what he felt. There was not even the smallest sting of pain.

Kirk smiled at that, glancing between the two of them. He wanted to feel reassured, that if they could find each other, then they could find the rest, save them. Having a Vulcan and an Empathic gave them a better chance, but their chances were low to begin with. He let out a breath, rubbing his head, "How are we gonna get out of this one, Spock? We've got no ship, no crew. Not the best odds."

"We will do what we have always done, Jim," Spock looked over at him, "We will find hope in the impossible."

Kirk glanced down once more when he saw how Spock unconsciously gripped Cora's hand tighter. If this bond between he and Cora could grow, between an Empathic and a Vulcan, if that impossible thing could happen, he could admit it did reassure him more, "Let's get you patched up first, ok?"

"No, Captain," Spock argued, "You must focus your efforts on helping the crew."

"Well, that's why I need you around, Spock," Kirk told him, "And, logically, helping you is helping the crew."

Cora smiled at that.

"These things are from the dark ages," McCoy muttered as he moved over to them, Kirk and Cora shifting aside to allow him better access to Spock's wound.

"Bones," Kirk huffed.

"I'm pretty sure this is a protoplaser," McCoy explained as he crouched down, readying the device, "Should stop the internal hemorrhaging. At least, that's my hope."

Spock closed his eyes for a moment, "'The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.'"

"Death's door and he's quoting Shakespeare," McCoy muttered. He shook his head, focusing and looking up at Cora, "You ready?"

They didn't have any anesthesia, at least none he'd feel comfortable using on a Vulcan after so many years. Cora would be their best bet to help keep Spock from going into shock during the procedure, to help numb the pain. For as sturdy as Vulcans were, for how much they didn't display emotions, he knew Spock felt them, and he'd feel this pain too, especially with such an archaic device.

Cora nodded, lifting Spock's hand to rest her other hand on his, gripping it between both of hers as she closed her eyes to focus on preventing him from feeling any more pain.

Kirk watched, a smile growing on his face as his crew worked together. With every second he felt his hope grow too. They had crashed, with little to no resources but each other, a couple phasers, and a comm.. And they'd manged to find more crew, heal wounds, gather resources. They were coming together, they were all using every skill they had to strengthen each other, and he knew, even in such small numbers, they'd be able to do this. They would save their crew.

Krall had no idea what was coming for him.

A/N: Yay, Spock and Cora are back together! :D

I really enjoyed writing the conversation between Spock and Bones though. I felt like he'd be blunt about his thoughts on the situation and that would sort of help Spock logically think about things. Remembering his childhood, remembering his mother, why he left, but also how Cora would be affected. Usually, with death, we try to remember the good about a person. I feel like that sort of translated to Spock to thinking on the good of Vulcan and his people, but that, logically, if he returned to a place that originally made him unhappy, he'd be unhappy again. No one would accept his mate, if she could join him, and he's starting to realize through this separation that he doesn't want to be parted from her. Not that he ever did, but that being physically separated and not by choice is what would happen if he went to New Vulcan. He's not doing well away from her, he wouldn't be of use to his people if his thoughts and focus were constantly on his mate.

I also enjoyed the little moment between Cora and Kirk. I feel like his sense of adventure was rekindled with this movie. But I also felt like, below the surface, there was the realization that if he left his crew he'd never know if they were ok, like throughout this movie. They've become his family too and to leave and not be there to help them if they were in trouble would always be with him.

Some notes on reviews...

I can say Cora won't go full on phoenix in this story no, that would be terrifying lol ;)

Cora and Spock's connection is something we'll see more both by the end of this story and a little more in another story to come. The way Cora was able to bond with Spock will be something important to her and have her thinking seriously about her abilities and exactly that question, is it her or is it him? ;)