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Intro

The hallway light blazed brightly as the scan finished. The bright light would have blinded an Earthman but not a Vulcan. The bright sun of his home world had caused the Vulcan's to have a double inner lid that protects the inner eye. Unflinching, he watched the door slide open, faltering for just one moment he was reluctant but understood his duty and walked in.

Through the door was a simple office. No bells, No whistles. Very Vulcan, Spock thought and quickly removed it. Behind the oversized desk was a very large leather chair completely turned around. Spock knew someone was sitting in that chair and he waited.

"Commander Spock reporting, sir." Spock replied to the stranger behind the desk.

"Welcome Commander Spock." A friendly southern voice spoke as smoke billowed from where it originated.

Spock watched closely as the chair slowly turned around. "Thank you for coming as ordered. My name is Admiral Philips. I am the one you seek."

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James Bond 007 Movie Theme Music

Admiral Philips put out the cigar in a blackened ashtray and stood to shake the Vulcan's hand but chuckled to himself and nodded. "Sorry Commander, my mistake. Please sit." His southern accent was thick, Spock surmised that he was most likely from the Southern United States, Mississippi perhaps.

Admiral Philips showed a big toothy grin, "I bet you are wondering why the federation is calling you all the way back to the beginning, huhn?" He said then began to press buttons that electronically appeared on what seemed like a solid wooden desk. What was a plain, blank room began to light up with the most sophisticated wall computer system Spock had ever seen. Computers were his life and this was well beyond what he had known the Federation to have in it possession.

His eyebrow went up as he walked over to view the amazing technology before him. "Don't look so shocked Commander. Do you think the Federation shares everything it knows with its people?" Admiral Philip chuckled as he moved from around his desk and stood next to Spock.

"Is this.." Spock asked but was cut short.

"Yes, that is the Academy and see right here." Admiral Philips pointed to a small blip on the screen. "Right there is the Holiday Inn, I could show you the penthouse if you like" his lips curling up. "How's that wife of yours? Is she better? Nasty scare I here." he said as he walked over to the coffee pot to pour himself a fresh cup.

Spock turned towards the Admiral, "Your information is flawed. If you are referring to Lieutenant Uhura, she has made a full recovery." Walking briskly back in front of the desk, "May I ask why her health would be important to the Federation?" his eyes searching for the slightest clue as to Admiral Philip's motives.

Taking what appeared to be an interminable sip from the smoking cup of coffee he finally looked up long enough to answer. "The Federation cares for all of its citizens. However, you are right, your Lieutenant Uhura is of little importance to the Federation beyond her exceptional abilities in xenolinguistics." Picking the coffee cup back up, "Oh, and she appears to hold the heart of a curtain Vulcan we need help from,, Phillips replied moving the cup to his lips, the steam wetting his mustache.

Spock's face showed no sign of emotion. .However, his hands being hidden behind his back, beyond the Admiral's view were curled up into fist. He did not have enough information to strike the man, not yet.

"How can I be of assistance to the Federation?" he asked dryly, processing all the while

Admiral Philip lowered the cup and wiped his mouth with a small napkin. "There is a certain Klingon who will be coming to the Academy, we want you to find him and when you do, report it directly back to me." His eyes were tight and his words hard as he looked at Spock.

Spock was puzzled, "If the Federation knows that the Klingons are coming, why do they need me to find him?" sitting up straight, watching the Admiral's blue eyes dart back and forth.

"Son, since when has the Federation ever had to give you a reason?" he replied leaning into his desk. "You have your orders! Remember, to me directly."

"One more inquiry sir, how shall I contact you." His stomach was uneasy at the level of deceit these covert operations might entail.

Admiral Philips' face turned from complete command to southern hospitality, "Don't worry about that son. You'll be seeing a lot of me." His sickingly sweet smile showing the rows and rows of perfectly white teeth. "You have a wonderful trip back. Neddy will take you to your room for the night. You will fly back in the morning." He said waving Spock towards the door. "And Spock, Nyota Uhura is one beautiful girl. You sure got you a prize there."

The hairs on the back of Spock's neck stood up and he forced himself to leave before he hurt the Admiral. He had orders but little information.

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It was super late, Kirk was laying on the couch having a very hard time figuring out this dream. He was with Gaila in her room fooling around and then the next minute she would be Uhura. who would stand before the bed undressing for him, calling his name over and over. This dream seemed so real to him. He could hear Uhura calling him, moving towards him, her hair falling in his face. "Yes," he found himself saying, "Yes, come to me my beauty." Reaching his hands out towards her, almost in her embrace, as she kept on calling his name, Kirk, Kirk, Kirk

"Kirk" Uhura's voice was soft as she watched him open his eyes. She was sitting on the edge of the oversized couch. "I need you." she said in a whisper, leaning in towards him.

"I need you too," he started to say but then noticed she was holding her head. Sitting up quickly, "What's the matter!" he touched her face, moving closer to her. He removed part of the covers inviting her to join him. "Do I need to get your medicine?"

"No, I need you to trade places with me,"she said rather flatly, "Gaila's pheromones are going haywire and it is giving me the worst headache. Now I know why she could never keep a room mate" she mumbled continuing to rub her head. "She keeps calling you in her sleep. Please go to her. I'm afraid my head is going to explode if you don't," she said as she slid behind him on the sofa, laying down and turning her back to him.

Kirk sat up pondering the position he was in. Right beside him is the woman of his dreams, curled up on an oversized couch. All he wants to do is lie beside her and wrap his arms around her and never ever let her go. But he can't because one of his lovers is in the other room sending pheromones out the wahzoo, probably making every woman in the hotel have massive headaches. Damn. He thought breathing deeply. Taking the covers and covering himself and Uhura up he lay beside her looking at the back of her head and watching her shoulders move up and down.

He didn't want to move, he wanted to be right here with her. He placed his arm gently over her body and snuggled beside her. Just for a few seconds, let me pretend she is mine. Then he felt her slowly turn her body towards him.

Their faces so close, he could feel her warm breath on his skin. "Kirk" she cried softly, "Please?" as her eyes began to well up with tears. She leaned her head down and he lightly kissed her forehead.

Removing his arm from around her, he gently slid from the couch and watched as she whispered, "Thank you, she has never wanted anyone as badly as she wants you right now" and closed her eyes trying to chase away the pain.

He placed his hand on her head, and brushed back a stray hair. Breathing deeply, he turned and made his way to the bedroom. He knew exactly how she felt.

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Soulja Boy Tell`em - Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Spock made it back to the hotel room the Admiral had arranged for him but he found he could not have slept, even if he wanted to. He was thinking about all the Admiral had said to him. Find the Klingon and let me know, hum?

He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. "How's your wife doing?" it was unsettling to him that the Admiral would know his personal business even if the details were flawed. Spock knew what time it was but rolled over to check anyway, 04:00. He wished their bond was stronger so he could know how she was doing and if she was safe. Right now the distance is no more then a few Kilometers, at best. Maybe if he called., No it would be illogical to wake her. He thought, rolling back on his back and staring at the ceiling. His plane would leave at 10:00, not nearly early enough for him. Maybe if he meditated it would center him. Sitting up he heard the distinct secret melody that he knew so well.

Leaping over to the table were he had placed his belongings he fumbled amongst the things, hoping to not miss the call. "Hello?" moving back over to the bed. "It is late, why are you not in full slumber?"

Nyota's headache had subsided around an hour ago and she really needed to talk to him, just to hear his reassuring voice. "I'm fine now. My head was really hurting earlier," she moaned, " I just needed to hear your voice. Are you okay?" moving the phone as close to her ear as humanly possible.

Spock's head turned to hold the phone between his ears and his shoulder blade while he took off his shoes. "I am unharmed but your voice sounds muffled, is it a bad connection?"

"No, my head is under two blankets so no one will hear me." she said before remembering who was in the suite. Slapping her head, it was too late to take it back now.

Spock removed the phone from his shoulder and placed it on the other ear. "Explain" he said dryly.

"Well, You had just called me to let me know you wouldn't be back and I just felt so lonely. Almost as soon a you hung up Gaila called, so I didn't think you would mind if she came over." she replied overly joyful

"Continue" the stoic voice commanded from the other end.

"Well, sweetheart, love of my life," taking a deep breath, "Now promise you won't get mad." Desperation rang in her muffled voice.

"Nyota, MAD is a human emotion, I am simply seeking information." Spock replied, "Continue"

As if she was competing for the Genesis Book of World Record in Speed Talking she spit out, "and so Gaila invited Kirk and they are in the bedroom right now sleeping and I'm on the couch." Closing her lips tight and her eyes at the same time bracing herself.

Spock sat quietly for a moment allowing the information time to process. "You said your head was hurting earlier?" he spoke softly to her

Nyota opened her eyes and in hushed tones whispered into the receiver, "yes". Being under all those covers made her sweaty but she didn't care. She had all she needed on the other end of the phone.

"Do you know why?" Spock said, he thought he knew the answer, which is why he was so 'centered' about the whole thing but wanted to be sure.

"I think Gaila loves him. Her pheromones levels were so high that I moved to the couch so he could be with her." She replied in Vulcan.

Spock relaxed his eyebrows and lowered himself on the bed. He could hear the sound of a large storm coming in. "I understand. Nyota?" he asked softly. "I'll be home by 14:00 hours."

"They'll be long gone by then, I promise." She cuddled the phone, placing herself in the fetal position, "I miss you so much. I just want to see your face."

Spock smiled and answered, "As do I" as the thunder grew louder around him. "Has Gaila learned anything?"

"Just that the drugs are very hard to come by. They are not common street drugs, more like Federation Standard stuff." stretching her legs.

Spock sat straight up. "Federation Standard, explain." It was raining hard and he looked out the window worried about missing the plane tomorrow due to weather.

"Yes, Kirk said," she grimaced but continued, " that those are the type of drugs that come from a Federation Standard Outpost. They are so powerful they keep them for emergencies in outer space. So whomever it was had to know some pretty higher ups from space stations to get their hands on those." Yawning, "Excuse me"

Spock needed more information but his mind began to come up with the possibility that his own Federation had tried to poison her to get to him. But, this was illogical. He would have helped the Federation without that being necessary. Hearing her yawn he spoke softly to her. "It is time for rest. I will bear witness to your face tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, my love?" her voice raspy and muffled.

"Tomorrow, my Nyota" his voice strong and reassuring

"Okay, bye" she whispered kissing the phone

"Goodbye" he said slowly

"You hang up first," she giggled."Just kidding, goodbye and I love you.." And she closed the phone and removed the blanket from her head.

Spock closed his phone and laid it beside him on the bed. He knew what she meant by, "You hang it up first." And he let his mind wander back to the carefree days of camp.

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It was early in the morning when Nyota ran rampant? through the boys bunk into the back room where Spock was resting. "SPOCK!!" she sang loudly opening the door, forcing the Vulcan to sit straight up in bed, his covers falling, revealing his bare chest. Turning quickly Nyota replied, "Sorry" her eyes wide with a soft smirk on her lovely round face. She could hear him rise from the bed and quickly put on some clothes.

Breathing deeply he spoke in a raspy voice, "Nyota, You might try knocking first. You may enter." He began making up his bed.

Nyota waited until the bed was completely made and bounced on it several times forcing the Vulcan to place his hands on his head and run his fingers through his unruly hair. Spock turned and went to the sink to brush his teeth as he listened to his girlfriend's excuse for the early morning intrusion. "Okay, Guess what today is?" spitting out the words too quickly for him to respond, "I'll tell you, The best day in the world!" she sang. "Look, LOOOOOK!" she held up two medium sized packages, "My grandmother sooo, rocks! I've wanted these kits forever."

Spock wiped his mouth and walked over to stand in front of jubilant girl. "Make you own primitive cell phone. Modeled after the style of the early 2000's." Spock read aloud then looked at Nyota not really knowing what all the excitement was about. Handing her back the box, he walked over and began to brush his hair.

Nyota, still high off of the unexpected gift, walked swiftly to young Spock and took the brush from his hands and began to brush his hair. "You see, we can make our own old fashioned cell phones." Moving around him and brushing his hair quickly until she reached his face she handed him back his brush. She quickly whispered, "Sorry" and snorted before she moved back to the bed to retrieve the boxes.

"She sent me two boxes, so four phones." Nyota called to him, "Who else can we invite to build these with us?"

"Build what?" came the last voice Nyota wanted to hear; Roger Lopes. What was worse he had brought his dingy summer camp girlfriend, Mary. "Hey, Spock can we come in?" Roger asked, looking at the Vulcan

Nyota was hoping among hope that Spock would say no, but she knew he wouldn't. "Please," he replied, nodding his head for them to join Nyota on the bed or chair.

The girls sat on the bed and the boys pulled up the chairs, placing a desk between them. Each group had a box and each group casting an unspoken war against the other vied to see who could assemble the phones the fastest. Although Spock didn't appear to need to read the directions, he did anyway and made short work of his cell phone assembly.

Roger Lopes was second. Nyota didn't like him very much but she had to admit the boy was very smart. Nyota assembled hers shortly after Roger and then turned to look at the disarray of the parts and pieces that poor, clueless Mary's phone was in. "Let me help you, Mary" Nyota said, reaching over and taking the phone from her.

"Thank you, Uhura" she said twisting her long brown hair round her beautiful golden tanned to perfection finger. "I guess you can't have it all, beauty AND brains." Mary simpered, smiling and batting her brown eyes at Roger.

At the same time Uhura suddenly stopped putting the phone together and Spock was about to respond to the teens inappropriate remarks, when Roger spoke up, beating the two. "Yes, you are beautiful, that is for sure. But beauty fades and then what do you have, nothing."

The table was quiet. It wasn't what Roger said, it was the way he said it. Nyota picked up on it right away and she could tell that Spock did as well. As Roger was making the flirty statement he was not looking at Mary, he was looking at Uhura.

"Oh and yes, You can have it all." he said smiling towards Uhura and then quickly at Mary.

Spock sat straight up in his chair. " Yes, we should let Roger assemble his girlfriends phone and you and I will go get the lunches for everyone. I do not want you to become weak due to lack of nutritional substance." Spock stood and motioned for Nyota to climb over the side of the bed and follow him.

"Yeah," Roger called, "Bring me two sandwiches." And turned to begin taking apart the mess his girlfriend had made with the wires.

Spock stopped abruptly, "Why? You are unfit as it is? Your nutritional intake far exceeds the calories you burn. If anything there should be a mandatory reduction in the amount of food you consume until you can maintain your own poor eating habits." he chastised the boy as Nyota grabbed his arm and pulled him out the back door.

Once out of earshot Nyota stood in front of him, "How could you be so mean!" placing her hands on her hips and tapping her toes.

"I have no idea what you mean," Spock replied, sidestepping her and making his way towards the dinning hall.

Running in front and placing her hand on his chest she left it there. He would have to remove it for her to let him go. She knew he wouldn't. "Spock, you called him fat. That's not nice. And I think you knew that," she said looking into his eyes. "Why?" lowering her hand and looking around before taking his.

Spock had trouble putting his thoughts together. He knew she was right. He had let his emotions get the best of him. "You are astute and correct," he spoke candidly, "I was feeling he had overstepped his boundaries when it pertained to his obvious emotional desires for you." His face showed little, but his hand squeezed hers tightly.

"So because he was flirting with me, you wanted to hurt his feelings." Nyota moved closer to him. "Aw, you do care." And she smiled at him. "You know, I am not ugly and boys are going to flirt with me. Some just because I'm with you." she said looking around and moving them to a more secluded spot. "I want you to know that I appreciate you wanting to protect your woman," she said with a smile, "but that's not you. Roger was a jerk but I don't want you to become one because he is. Okay?" she said as she laid her head on his chest.

"I understand and comply" kissing the top of her head and then noticed the camp director glaring at them. "Let's go get some lunch,"

Coming back with the trays Spock and Nyota passed out the lunch and handed Roger his two sandwiches. "Roger, I feel I may have caused you undue stress. If I have then I must apologize." Young Spock said then nodded at Nyota as she smiled at him lovingly.

"What?" Roger said, "Dude, I have no idea what you said after some nutritional this or that. Did you bring some mayonnaise?" turning back to his girlfriend as she wiped breadcrumbs off his face.

Nyota shook her head signaling for Spock to forget about it. They all sat down and enjoyed lunch together without any more incidents. Roger's girlfriend was allowed to read the directions on how to operate this thing called a " Blue Berry with text messaging and push to talk"

"Okay, let's see how far the range is on this thing. Oh, and don't forget it only has a battery life of fourteen hours max." Roger said, as he handed each a color-correlated phone. On each phone was a corresponding dot and each dot represented one of the four phones. Nyota's phone was red, Spock's was gray, Roger's was yellow, and Mary's was blue. Each teen was turning and moving in a different direction and each one at some point saying, "Can you hear us now?"

They carried the phones to dinner but Spock refused to use his at the table on the grounds that is was irrational to type a text message to a person who was sitting across from you. Well into the night the teens had the most fun with these ancient earth devices, until it was time to go to bed.

Mary and Uhura bid the boys good bye, privately of course and took their phones with them. Well after 24:00 hours the four teens were still texting each other. Roger was the first to suggest it, "Guys we are going to run out of batteries if we don't shut up." he texted.

"Okay, so on the count of three we turn our phones off. One, two, three." And Nyota watched as the yellow light went dead and the blue. But the gray on stayed bright. She stuck her head under the covers and pressed the talk direct button.

"Spock, You haven't hung up yet." click

"I can see that you have not ether." Click

"I can't," she giggled, "You hang up first." Click

"I believe the human custom is 'Ladies First' " Click

"No, you" chuckling to herself. Click

"Nyota,?"

"Yes, Spock?"

"Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows," he asked quietly.

Spock's question was so random and unlike him that it threw her off.

"Uhm, Okay well." And she began to talk about some silly girls at school and what happened here at camp to make the children tease her and how much she cares for him. Spock listened intently

Spock would go on to tell her things about himself and the trouble he was having in school because of his mixed race and how coming to camp was the best thing that every happened to him because he met her, well into the morning. He remembered that conversation that lead to no one hanging up because the batteries died leaving Roger to talk to his girlfriend alone for the rest of the following day.

Coming out of his dream he almost wanted to call her back but shook the thought out of his head as a thunder bolt felt as though it had hit he building. If it continued to rain like this, he would surely be grounded.

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Chancellor Sturka stood at the window of the High Command looking skyward. "Is he off?" turning roughly towards Council Member Lorak.

"Yes," Lorak growled in response. "He should be arriving on the planet Earth in two Sol days."

"Good, very good. Gorkon was the right Klingon for the job." Turning with authority he sits in the tallest chair, "The surgeon did a fine job. He looked so weak, so frail, so human." Spitting out the words his lips pulled up with distain written all over them.

"I believe he will find whom he seeks!" Lorak stood behind Chancellor Sturka his hand on his blade

"I hope he finds the traitor that hides amongst the humans before it is too late." Sturka roared, "Come, there is much work to be done."

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