Ryder landed on the ground back first.
"They were supposed to hand him willingly to us," Jefferson said. "It wasn't supposed to be like this! You made me lose my best worker and friend today. He wasn't supposed to quit. Now, he is going to pick a stupid occupation and live out of town. You went out of line, Ryan."
Ryder got up wiping a bit of blood off the corner of his mouth.
"I went on the orders." Ryder said.
"My bosses told me you didn't get any orders." Jefferson said.
"I got the job done, didn't I?" Ryder asked.
"Ass." Jefferson said.
Jefferson's hands were clenched into fists as he walked away.
When Spock was six years old, he fell into a catatonic state after being very emotional. Two days later he awoke with eyes on him. He began to plot his escape once making the connection to his emotions and a problem that was found by the inside. But in the end Spock would require help. Life far from somewhere he did not belong felt unnatural and like hell to be without his family. The real family. He had under gone a X-ray and several other tests to diagnose the sudden coma like state.
"My name is Jefferson Bailey." Jefferson introduced himself.
Jefferson's once brown hair was graying, and he seemed a bit heavier than he had before. There were scars that were there that hadn't been there before. Spock looked up in the direction of the man who held his hand out. Spock stared at the hand held out to him. Jefferson lowered his hand to his side. The young boy had blue sleeves under the brown sleeveless monk like attire and brown matching pants.
"You are the one who informed my father that he is my new father and that my original mother died." Spock said. "For years I wondered who Amanda Grayson was until they spilled the beans on me. Imagine how everything fit together. I was adopted by two loving parents. And then three years later I would be taken under the cover of night."
Jefferson stared at the six year old in awe and amazement.
"Fascinating. . ." Jefferson said. "You remember."
"You called mother to alert her of the impending arrival of several cars and my father told her to 'sit back and relax'," Spock said. "I have excellent hearing."
Jefferson was sitting down in a chair, his hands cupped together and his head lowered. There was a stack of books on the counter beside Jefferson's left elbow. His black hair was trimmed and well cut. Spock's brown eyes stared back at the green eyed man. It had been years since he heard the voice of Jefferson.
"I got him into this." Jefferson said, sounding a bit in guilt.
"An apology that should be issued to my father," Spock said. "I am not the one you should be talking to."
"I know. . ." Jefferson said, lifting his head up. "But can a guilty man just tell it to the person who's deeds affect them the most?"
"That is logical." Spock said.
"Oh great, they are making you a fucking monk," Jefferson said, unpleased. "Are they?"
Spock stared at him.
"Negative," Spock said. "They are not training to be a person interested in religion and take the oath of silence. Your comparison is illogical. I request you take back the monk comment, peacefully."
Jefferson sighed.
"And they said you were talking like a computer." Jefferson said.
"How is father?" Spock asked.
Jefferson handed Spock a novel.
"Emotionally devastated," Jefferson said. He slid forward the books in the direction of Spock. "I think you might like this book series."
Spock took three of the books and read the titles one by one.
"They all start with 'Captain Elf and '." Spock noted.
"Indeed," Jefferson said in a low voice. "They want to get rid of him. I am all doing all I can to stop that."
Spock stared at Jefferson.
"Least I can do is suggest a space program to send people they don't like to explore and colonize planets that humanity has been theorizing about to have life before," Jefferson said. "I am not in NASA."
"Who do you work for?" Spock asked.
Jefferson had a short lived smile.
"Classified," Jefferson said, getting up. "Ever played chess?"
"Negative." Spock said.
"I will teach you the next time I visit." Jefferson said.
Spock looked up from the books.
"Do you visit the Kirks?" Spock asked.
"If I could and was not being the subject of scrutiny and an investigation by the FBI and despised by your parents. . . I would be," Jefferson patted on the pile of books. "But I am certain that he is sending you messages in Spanish and through these books. There is a lieutenant science officer with poor vision wearing glasses named James Tiberius Kirk. George makes a few appearances himself in them as a starship admiral."
"I expect you to bring a chess board." Spock said.
Jefferson smiled back.
"I will." Jefferson said.
Jefferson went out the door.
"First day of no school until September!" Ten year old James Thomas Kirk cheered, sitting at the breakfast table.
Max was a old dog sitting by the side of James.
"Good," Winona said. "Then you can help me with the chores around the house.
"But maaa." James whined.
"Don't maa me, young man." Winona said, glaring at James.
George came into the room with circles under his eyes and he came to a thud sitting down at the table.
"Hey pops!" James said. "Been working on a new novel, again?"
George made himself have a tired smile at James.
"I finished my last novel two weeks ago, son." George said
"What was it called?" James asked.
" Captain Elf and the Escape of Insanity ." George teasingly said.
Captain Elf and. . . novels were short stories written by George Kirk. He had written a estimate of over a hundred. He had concluded the storyline with it being dreamed up by a boy with pointy ears and a bowl hair cut being suddenly waken up by a pair of large hands and screaming for his parents who never came to his rescue. George had received several mad fan letters regarding the injustice for the main character. George had posted a letter on his website that the ending was true to the character. He felt that the story couldn't go on ignoring what was real. He admitted the elf captain was based on a real person. Someone he would likely never see again. He had written exactly three hundred twenty-two Captain Elf books.
He dedicated the final novel "To my sons, Jim and Spock." in Spanish.
James frowned, folding his arms leaning back into the chair.
"Dad, you wrote that five years ago!" James said.
" Captain Elf and the New Earth ." George said.
"That is just too cool!" James took a bite of the scrambled eggs on the plate.
Winona looked over in the direction of George with a concerned look on her face.
"We have to tell him." Winona said.
"I do not believe he is ready to what I think." George said.
"This is James we are talking about," Winona said. "Gone all over the USA and has made several friends along the way."
"He does not have his sights on space." George said.
James's hazel eyes looked up in the direction of his parents while he was taking a bite of the bacon.
"What about space?" James asked.
"Your father and I have some important news." Winona said.
"Space." James said.
"Plutu is not a planet." George said.
"It's called Pluto for a reason,dad!" James said. "Can you please refer to Pluto as Pluto and not as Platu?"
"Sure, son." George had a short laugh.
"Your father is going to Mars to be part of the first human colonization," Winona said. "We are going to join him in two years."
"Why two years?" James asked.
"There is a process for these applications," George said. "Only the best and brightest people are allowed to go there. I am just famous because of my Captain Elf novels." George looked over toward the window. Outside of the house was the large Cadillac with rocket boosters installed to the back, the roof was curled down to the back, and the design looked rather unique. It was fit for a racer. It had large wheels. The Cadillac had a red paint job. He turned his head away from the direction of the Cadillac then took out a pair of keys. "The Enterprise is yours."
George put the keys on the table.
"Bu-bu-but, she is yours," James said. "I am too young to drive around."
"We agreed you can only use her for emergencies." George said.
"Like going to town for something very important." Winona added.
"And I can't drive!" James said.
"Perhaps your friends can be of some help." George said, with a wink.
There was a sad expression that replaced the look of disbelief on James's face.
"But I am miles away from them," James said. "Leonard is in Georgia, Nyota is in Africa, Scotty is back in Scotland,Pavel is in Russia, and Hikaru is with his dad fishing in some sea that I can't seem to remember." Each mention sounded like a hammer striking down a nail. "They only came around for summer vacation." James poked at the eggs, slowly. "After what happened last year I don't think they would be coming again."
George looked sadly at James.
"You could be proven wrong," George said. "Like your mother and I were about having a child of our own."
James looked up.
"Am I going to be a big brother?" James asked.
"No." Winona said, in a low voice.
"Awww." James whined.
George glanced over in the direction of Winona.
"Get the pictures." George said.
There was pain in Winona's eyes at the mention of pictures.
"But we agreed-" Winona started to say but was interrupted by George.
"Consider the agreement void." George cut Winona off.
"Are you sure?" Winona asked,looking at George out of concern.
"I am sure as that the V aliens are a peaceful alien race." George replied.
"Are these about the pictures that seemingly missing?" James asked, as Winona walked out of the room leaving the two at the table.
George had a sigh.
"You have a brother." George said.
James looked at George with eyebrows raised.
"I don't have a brother." James said.
George thumbed his fingers together.
"Not biologically." George said.
"Daaaaaddd." James said.
"Before you, we had a little boy with pointy ears and eyebrows of the V aliens with . . ." George was unable to finish as he combed through his hair with his hand. He seemed to be having a difficult time talking about Spock. His eyes grew moist.
"Brown eyes, black bowl hair cut, and white skin." James finished.
George looked in the direction of James with watery eyes.
"How do you know?" George asked.
James shrugged.
"I don't know," James said. "I just. . . remember being told that."
"I am going to tell you stories about your brother after breakfast," George said. "Talking about it over the table will spoil your appetite."
"Until it is time for you to go?" James asked.
"Until it is time for me to go." George said.
After breakfast, James was treated to assortment of pictures. Plenty of family photos. In some of them Spock was wearing a hat, a different kind of ear disguise, and in most of them he had various human like expressions on his face. Anger, love, comfort, joy, disappointment, and happiness. George told James story after story of Spock. Max sitting on the floor, his long gone bullet wound healed, with a gray nuzzle.
Spock had become a remarkable chess player and became immersed into logic. He discovered his emotions were stronger than the average human. Spock controlled his emotions to the point it seemed to the outsider that he had none. His emotions and his strength were intertwined. He could lift someone up above the floor by the neck. He could crush the hardest material making it shatter into pieces. They played with his telepathy, his unique skill set, and his remarkable memory.
Spock heard a fit of coughing from outside his assigned quarters.
Spock was thirteen years old.
There were gun fire among the coughing.
Spock covered his nose then the door flew open with two figures in gas masks.
"Thank's, O'Neill." Came Jefferson's voice.
"No problem," Came a rough voice. "I would never say no to a rescue mission."
"Your role is over." Jefferson took the gas mask off O'Neill's head then pushed him into the clouded hall. "Sorry pal, but I am the only one of us going down for this." He handed the gas mask to Spock. Spock put the gas mask on then took the hand of Jefferson. "Let's get you home, Spock. I have a error to correct."
Spock and Jefferson speeded their way out of the facility going over the fallen passed out officers. They made their way to the outside where the air was coated in a heavy fog. Most of the personnel there had collapsed to the ground unconscious. They continued their miraculous escape all the way to a white van. Spock got into the backseat, buckled up, then took off the gas mask. Jefferson took the mask off his face and started the van. The engine hummed to life. Spock was finally going home after so long. He could experience what felt like a elevated sensation rising up toward his brain and up his heart. Jefferson turned the white jeep around then drove off.
Our view goes over to show, in a different language, a roll of text with the number 61 on a large sign in a desert like scenery.
Jefferson ran over the sign.
The small group of Kirks were standing by the stairs leading up directly to the shuttle. It looked like of a twenty-first century steampunk rocket meeting a presidential jet. The jet was pretty long including white. It would be awhile until George arrived to Mars that had buildings and all that for substantiating human life. There were biological domes that were connected by transparent passages. It had taken over twenty years for that to be completed with all the materials sent to the planet in one trip.
George lowered himself down to James's level.
"You take care of mother bear." George said.
"You take care of yourself, father bear." James said.
George put the keys into James's hand.
"I know she is in good hands." George said, patting on the side of James cheek. George stood up facing Winona. "Sweetie. . ."
"You stay alive until we get there." Winona said, taking George's hand.
"I don't doubt it." George said, bringing Winona into a kiss.
"Eeeew." James said.
The kiss broke and their foreheads touched. Winona appeared to be scared for her husband. They had talked this over last night. One of them had to stay behind for James. Winona had her concerns that the shuttle would malfunction. The malfunctioning would leave the ship adrift in space with stasis pods. Or he would die in space and she would be left to raise their only child. George stroked the side of her cheek.
"I will see you before you know it." George said.
George parted from Winona then picked up his luggage and he walked aboard the stairs toward the threshold of the spacecraft. He walked in then the door sut behind him. Winona had her arm wrapped around the shoulder of her son feeling a tear come down her cheek.. She felt as though this would be the last time she would see her husband again in the flesh. It would take given four months for the shuttle to reach Mars. Winona took the hand of her son then turned away from the shuttle then headed in the direction they had came. Winona kept her sun hat on with her free right hand.
Today was one of many sad days in her life.
Winona looked down toward her son.
"Do you want to learn how to drive?" Winona asked.
At one point in time, Hikaru Sulu's father worked for NASA much like George Kirk did. Hosato Sulu, Shimizu Hana, and Hikaru Sulu were on the boat that was docked along with several other boats. Hikaru was leaning against the rail to the boat watching the soothing sea listening to the waves lap against the side. Hikaru's father, Hosato, had quit NASA a few years back. Hosato was a man of poetry and many other things. His mother, Shimizu, was interested in botany and genetics. She worked from home, wherever home was that is, with her family.
Hosato happened to have been a friend of George and Jefferson.
"Dad, who are we waiting for?" Hikaru asked, Hosato alongside, looking off to the ocean.
"We are going back to America to drop off a passenger." Hosato said.
Hikaru looked over in the direction of his father with a raised eyebrow.
"Who?" Hikaru asked.
"Spock. A V alien and human hybrid," Hosato said. "We are to drop him off in Florida and let him head his way to Riverside."
"That is very specific." Hikaru said, turning his head away where he saw a bird take a fish out of the water with talons.
"We are not to ask who he is going to. Is that clear, Hikaru?" Hosato asked.
"Yes, dad." Hikaru said.
"Good." Hosato said.
"His name can't just be Spock no middle name no last name." Hikaru said.
"Samuel Kirk." Hosato said.
Hikaru was silent at first then he looked over in the direction of Hosato.
"Jim has a brother?" Hikaru asked in a low voice.
"Spock was adopted. That is all I can tell you." Hosato said.
Hikaru turned his head away.
"Jim would have told me if he had a brother. . ." Hikaru said. "He never knew he had a brother and I get to meet him first!"
"We are docking at Naples City Dock in five days and then we are going to hawaii for a good old fashioned family vacation," Hosato said. "This time I am not cooping myself up at a poetry convention. Family comes first."
Ever since last year, that still stung to the parents of the children, Riverside had become a 'no-visit-zone'. It was like the plague for them. Jefferson's vehicle came to a stop in a lot at the parking lot parked under a tree. Spock clipped the seatbelt. The seatbelt flew off to the side then he opened the car door. He could hear the ocean. The fresh sea air and the smell of the grass. He got out of the vehicle. Spock closed the door then his arms went, out of habit, behind his back. He was no longer in the monk attire that had been chosen for him. He was in a black plaid polo that was tucked into his pants,sleeveless blue sweatshirt on top, curled up white socks, and dark shoes.
Spock followed Jefferson down the sidewalk.
"Once you get to Florida, you will need to search for a friend of mine named David McCoy," Jefferson said. "He will be waiting for you at a park. David is a doctor on paid leave. He can drop you off at Illinois then you can hitch a ride to Iowa. Christopher Pike will take you to Iowa. He is a former NAVY SEAL so don't show him your ears." Spock nodded. "He is a good friend of mine. And even if you did he may turn around and take you somewhere that is not pretty. I only told him that you are a abducted kid returning home on his own. Homeward bound."
"And if he see's my ears and my eyebrows regardlessly?" Spock asked.
"Lie your eyebrows off." Jefferson said, as they came onto the dock.
"My mother taught me never to lie." Spock said.
"You are half alien," Jefferson said. "And so was Captain Elf. How often did he lie?"
"Forty-three point twenty-nine percent of the time." Spock replied.
"Figures." Jefferson said.
"Are you not coming with me?" Spock asked.
"My vehicle has a tracking device and a GPS, kid," Jefferson said. "They will be coming any minute on our six." He looked over his shoulder hearing the sound of loud wheels rolling against the rocky gravel. "Like now."
They ran down the trembling docks frightening off the fish. Hosato saw the oncoming man and the fleet of vehicles that was visibly coming in the direction of the parking lot. Hosato darted from the rails then untied the knot and ordered Hikaru to start raising the anchors. The Asian boy went to the anchor and started to lift it up. Shimizu came out from the cabin. Hosato helped Hikaru get the anchor out after putting the rope on the dock. Hosato shouted over to his wife to get the other anchor. Spock tripped over a loose board landing on the ground. Jefferson picked the boy up then swung him over his shoulder. It was like a flashback to when he was first taken so he demanded to be put on the ground repeatedly. Spock had seen the cars parked in place on the grass and several other places. Doors were opening and he quickly changed his demanding to "Run faster!"
Jefferson put Spock onto the boat once he arrived.
"Stay out of firing range,Spock!" Jefferson said.
"Affirmative, Mr Bailey." Spock said, with a nod.
Hosato turned on the engine then set the direction the boat was to go.
"Mr Sulu, go!" Jefferson hollered.
Spock ducked hearing the sound of bullets flying. The boat speeded off onto the sea. Spock looked up to see Jefferson standing there with bullets in his torso. One bullet had gone through his forehead. Jefferson's eyes were stuck on the boat with a smile. Relief. Hope. His knees started to buckle. Spock's world went slow watching a man he had known for years dying before his eyes. A scream escaped from the young boy. It was loud and full of hurt, "NoooOOOooooo!" The light in Jefferson's eyes vanished and the man fell down to his side.
The boat speeded away.
"Damn it!" Ryder smacked his fist on the roof.
"Houston," One of the agents said, looking up at the sky in horror. "We have a problem."
Ryder looked up in the sky to see starships lowering down through the atmopshere. Fear and panic arose in the air. Spock, on the boat, came down to his knees with his hands in fists on the ground fighting back tears for some-one he viewed as a friend.
"INSIDE, NOW!" Hosato shouted.
Hikaru took Spock by the shoulder.
"We have to go inside, Spock." Hikaru said.
A array of red lines came from the starships and whatever they hit had exploded. People who were on their boats speeded away with their occupying companions. Spock got up following Hikaru into the boat. Hosato took out a sniper rifle then aimed at one of the glass windows on the starship using a glass object. Shimizu helped her husband reload. Hikaru and Spock covered their ears. One of the starships fired upon the source of the firing. Hosato and Shimizu were holding hands exchanging bullets when the blast vaporized them leaving behind a pair of scorched spots on the boards.