Title: During the Journey to Babel
Lord Christopher walked into the Sickbay and looked around causally. Most of the occupants were busy with their tasks and none noticed him. Not that they could for that matter, besides Lord Christopher did not want to bother in dealing with protocol since he was breaking it.
He glanced over to Sarek who had McCoy hovering over him scanning the Vulcan's body. Lord Christopher thought it best not to disturb the Ambassador or the Doctor and continued on his own task. He was looking for someone in particular and that person was at a computer consul.
"Perfect," Lord Christopher said to himself. He walked up quietly behind the person and lean close in to whisper. "Nurse Chapel, I need you to do several things for me; the first check your blood banks for Vulcan blood – see how much you have; next pull Commander Spock's health records just to check. Why are doing this you may ask – well I'll tell you – you're checking on gut instinct.
"Of course I didn't tell you this – you never heard or saw me." Lord Christopher stood up as Chapel got up to check the blood bank. It was not the first time Lord Christopher placed a suggestion in people's mind. It was common enough practice amongst the Keepers. Everything around was going almost as he predicted, except that Sarek was much sicker then Lord Christopher had thought.
Lord Christopher left Sickbay and returned to the vacant guest quarters he was using to write his report to his Parliament. He tried his best to focus on his report but something was distracting his mind. Realizing that whatever was invading his mind he could not ignore, he put his report down and focused on it.
Someone was being attacked; it was calculated and cold as though it was part of a plan. There was not anything personal about the attack. Lord Christopher focused more on the attack and discovered that the attacker was the Andorian delegate he ran into who was emotionally changed. It was hard for him to decipher who was being attacked but he knew where it was occurring. He rushed out of his room and ran to the attack.
Lord Christopher should not have been surprised when he saw the Andorian attacking the Captain, but he was. He got there just as the Andorian was about to stab Kirk and he was aim towards the heart. Moments like these made Lord Christopher thankful he was also telekinetic; he redirected the stab away from the heart but it unfortunately punctured the left lung. He cursed to himself as Kirk knocked the Andorian unconscious.
Kirk tried to report the attack to the Bridge, but before the Captain could complete his report he collapsed to the ground. Lord Christopher quickly walked to the injured Captain and began to heal his wound. He could not complete heal it because it would not be consistent to Kirk's memories. Lord Christopher, however, sped up the healing process so the Captain would be up and about in a few days.
Lord Christopher finished his partial healing and left just before security arrived. He watched as security called for a medical team and kept curious onlookers from getting too close. They cuffed the Andorian just as he was beginning to regain consciousness.
Lord Christopher left the scene before he collapsed. He felt drained from doing two healings within such a short span of time, mostly because one was not human; a healing on a non-human for Lord Christopher was always more difficult than a human. He returned to Sarek and Amanda's quarters and sat down for a quick rest. He would have almost fallen asleep had not Amanda bust into the room in tears.
"Amanda what's wrong?" Lord Christopher jumped out of his chair and steadied Amanda.
"He won't do it." She said quietly. "He won't help."
"Amanda, please tell me what's going on – I'm a telepath not omnipotent." Lord Christopher placed Amanda in the chair he was previously sitting in.
"Spock was going to give Sarek a blood transfusion for his operation but Kirk got attacked and wounded." She explained. "Now Spock is saying that it's his duty to take command of the ship."
"He's not handing command over to, what's his name – Scotty?"
"No!" Amanda bust out into tears as she answered.
"Have you tried talking to him?" Lord Christopher handed her a handkerchief to dry her eyes.
"I don't know what good that will do," She took the handkerchief and dry her eyes. "You how stubborn he can be."
"Like his father," Lord Christopher remarked as he leaned against the desk. "First dry your eyes, compose yourself and then go talk to him. And if that doesn't work, I'll see what I can do."
Amanda nodded and finished wiping her eyes. "How do I look?"
"As you should – a worried wife." Lord Christopher smiled and took his friend into a hug. "Your family is something else you know that?"
Amanda allowed a small chuckle escape her lips as she looked at Lord Christopher's face.
"Thank you," she said.
"There's nothing to thank me for." Lord Christopher took Amanda's hands in his. "Now off you go talk with your son and then go to your husband."
Amanda obeyed willingly and left the quarters leaving Lord Christopher to rethink his plan.
Lord Christopher stood outside Spock's quarters as Amanda begged him to help his father. Neither one of the room's occupants were aware of his presence outside, and for the moment, he wanted that way.
Lord Christopher watched as Amanda rushed out of the room and waited to see if Spock would follow. He sensed that Spock almost did but the Commander stopped at the door. Lord Christopher composed himself; he did not want to go into Spock's room with his anger in control and would just make the situation even worse. Lord Christopher overrode the lock on Spock's door and walked in.
"Lord Christ—"
"Sit down Spock," Lord Christopher demanded of Spock; a demand that Spock obeyed. It was not hard to decipher that Lord Christopher was very mad. "I don't want to hear your reasons or explanations for not helping your dying father; I don't want it Spock, I've heard it and I can't believe you."
Spock averted his eyes away from Lord Christopher. In his childhood Spock, despite how human is sounded, hated to make either Lord Christopher or his sister mad or even disappointed in him.
"I am doing my duty." Spock explained not expecting him to understand.
"Bull." Lord Christopher spat. "I do understand Spock; I understand you better then you think. You're trying to prove something to someone – that much is certain. Which is ridiculous!"
"No it is logical." Spock returned standing up; now he was eye to eye with Lord Christopher. "I cannot sacrifice the fate of many for the life of one individual."
Instead of responding with words Lord Christopher pushed Spock back into his chair as if he was a child and he bent down to look Spock in the eye.
"Reality isn't based in logic, life isn't based in logic. Everything is not black and white; it isn't that stark; there is gray and many shades of gray." Lord Christopher said quietly; there was harshness to his tone that Spock had only heard Lord Christopher used once when speaking to the Vulcan High Council. the tone had an eerie calm to it, but Spock knew that it hide something dangerous.
"That's the problem with you Vulcans," Lord Christopher began again. The term 'you Vulcans' was something unexpected; never before had Lord Christopher grouped Spock with the rest of his race. "You strive to live your lives as logical as possible and then you expect the rest of reality to comply. I'm not saying logic doesn't exist, it does. But it's not the dominating force in the universe."
Lord Christopher stood up and leaned against Spock's desk. He continued to look at Spock, his expression had become cold, hard and difficult to read, but Spock was able to see what Lord Christopher felt in his eyes, two things that Spock never wanted from him – anger and disappointment.
"Lord Christopher," Spock began as he stood. "I cannot renege upon my duty."
"Duty to what?" Lord Christopher asked in a more animated yet still dangerous tone. "To the great and almighty Starfleet or to your father? Don't answer that just yet." He put his hand up to signal Spock to stop speaking before he started. "I want you, before you go back on the Bridge, to think about this; can you honestly tell me that you are remaining in command because your duty to Starfleet is that important? Or is it because it's easier?"
Spock said nothing, he was unsure of how to respond to the question. Lord Christopher stood up, straighten his jacket and headed to the door.
"Oh Spock answer me this here and now if you can; can you honestly tell me that you can continue your life in peace with a decision that ended your father's life?"
Lord Christopher waited for an answer from Spock, but none came. Spock unconsciously reached for his face where Amanda had slapped him.
"That's what I thought." And without another word Lord Christopher left, allowing Spock to think over the things he asked of him.
Authoress' Note: Wow! another long chapter -- I didn't expect it to be so long! It was also one of the harder chapters to write so it will be much appericate to hear what you guys thought!!:) What do you guys think of Lord Christopher? is something I would like to know! Happy Reading!