Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine nor do I claim to own it. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: For complete Badassery (I don't care if it's not a word I'm using it), Surprises, Language, and much-much more : D

AN:As I had forgot to mention in my post just moments ago, I would like to thank everyone who reviewed so far. Sorry for the insane-ness which is this story, it probably won't get any less insane...probably only more so. haha. Hopefully not too too bad though. There's an interesting surprise at the end of this post, and next post we will actually see that Jim's one step closer to getting to Spock's side again. Which is good?

Also in the next arch we finally will know what Jim's been seeing in all those reflections. For now, we must lead up to the conclusion of this first arch.

Please enjoy. :D


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The One I've Loved

Chapter Four (Part Two):

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Stepping out of the room, Jim was met with his security guards. Just as the Admirals ordered, he was to be led back to his current room on board this space station.

It felt ironic that he had relocated them to another one of the Federation's Space Station. Spock was lost on board one not even a day ago. However, for now his mind couldn't linger on that. For now he had to keep focused. He let them lead him back towards his room, knowing that they had strict orders to follow; he felt bad for what would come, he really did.

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It was late and the halls were vacant.

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"Anders, do you have the current time?"

The words were barely a soft drawl, bored almost, as Jim followed between the three; speaking up to the leader of them all.

"2428, to be precise sir, roughly 2430. Late for a personal call."

"Well inconveniencing the admirals is a personal pass time of mine." Jim smirked and hummed slightly in amusement at his own words. He slowed his steps some and rubbed at his neck, feigning growing tired. "To be honest, I'd say that the conversation probably wrapped up closer to 2300…I just had some alterations to work out. I also had some things on my mind."

"Understandable, Captain. Was there a reason you wished to know the time, sir?"

"Hmm?" Jim looked up and over to meet Ander's gaze, "Oh yes…well no. You'll probably see here in just a minute. You are more than welcome to accept it as just basic curiosity."

Jim knew that by saying this he would raise confusion and suspicion within the three guards. However, as the guards stilled at the unusual comment, so did the lights.

Flickers were met with an immediate shut down.

2 seconds before back-up lights come on. 45 minutes and counting.

Sounds of startled gasps and choked breaths were followed by thuds.

Clicks of shoes disappeared and quieted as they fell into silence.

Alarms blared to life and emergency power pulled light back into the halls.

35 minutes

Uproar and pandemonium filled the halls as everyone was placed on alert. The space station set to search out the possibility of an intruder or intruders.

30 minutes

Power was being returned to the station only to once again be struck as an encryption brought it down again and placed up another attack.

Panic began to set in as this would be the second space station to be attacked. News had traveled quickly from those on board the Enterprise to those on board this station. So with all eyes focused internally, many did not stop to consider what was going on behind the scenes.

No one was concerned about the ships docked. No one was concerned about the guards stored off in a room and out of sight. No one noticed Jim's absence.

The Enterprise crew, Admiral Pike, and those who had long since been upon this station were all focused on the problem at hand. They all were missing that this was all programed into a certain computer dock. They all missed that this wasn't more than noise to pull panic up from already placed concerns. They all were too mixed up to realize this was all part of Jim's escape.

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"Alright, let's take a moment to realize that if you kill me…you will have no one to assist you. You'll lose your only connection to this universe."

"I believe that if such a loss is required to protect my own person, than it will be a regrettable but necessary cost."

"Okay, okay." Jim gulped and let his eyes slide shut, "This is what we can do-"

The words were soft spoken and calm as Jim tried to reason with the other. However it was all a bluff.

He kicked up slamming his knee into the Vulcan's wounded side and smacked the weapon out of Spock's hands all in an effort to disarm and attack. Disarming worked, as did the initial attack. However, when Jim went to further this attack Spock struck out landing a perhaps too harsh nerve pinch to the human's neck.

If he placed the unconscious Jim back on the bed with a practiced and gentle ease; that was just out of habit. The male did in fact look so much like his own Jim, his T'hy'la.

"James…"

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"Jim."

The words should have made the young captain jump and yet, Jim was too busy working over the screen and tapping away to even bother with such actions. He couldn't spare a moment of his time to freak out, but he could definitely spare the effort to voice his protest.

"Dammit Bones, get outta here! You are not stopping me."

"Are you out of your mind Jim? What were you planning on doin' just fly the Enterprise out on your own? Just take off without any reason; without telling anyone? You weren't even planning on saying goodbye to any of us?"

This time Jim was unable to turn to meet the gaze of the other, not because of a time limit but for fear of how he would react to doing so. He couldn't stop, and he most definitely couldn't stay behind. This was about rescuing Spock, and about keeping the others safe. Turning back now, stopping now, would prevent him from doing so.

"The plan was to go on my own. I'm not risking more lives, now get off this ship. I have a time limit here and cannot deal with this now."

"Keptin I'm sure zhat we vould gladly assist in your plan in getting mizter Spock back."

Jim couldn't suppress the groan from slipping out as he was forced to lift his gaze at the additional voice. As he was forced to see just what Chekov meant by 'we' and who all were there alongside Chekov and Bones. He was met with all those he had been trying to avoid ever since they had docked on this space station. Those who he most wished to protect.

25 minutes

"No."

The one syllable word was ground out between clenched teeth as Jim rose to fully stand before the group.

"You have no idea what you're signing up for. This is far too risky, and I'm not about to let any one of you risk that. There is no foreseeable future after this step. I'm not sure what all will happen, but there is one thing I'm positive of. Stealing this ship alongside me, it will cost every one of you your careers. I won't allow you to give that. Now please, I'm requesting this as kindly as I can manage under such circumstance, get off my ship."

Jim's words were met with silence as everyone seemed to battle who would step up first. Apparently McCoy would still always be one of the first to not take any of Jim's shit and stand up against the other, as well as alongside.

"Face it Jimmy, a career without you really ain't what we signed up for." McCoy smirked at this stepping forward to clap the other on the shoulder, "I'm not about to let you run off and pull some ridiculous save-the-day-hero-stunt without me there to patch you up when it's all over and done with."

Jim tried to muster his own grin at the doctor's words, but before he was even given the chance to respond Sulu stepped forward.

"Jim, we all overheard what happened down there. We know that Spock is still alive, and we know that whatever happened to Spock. It's because of something bigger going on, something that involves you. We're not about to let you fight this one on your own captain. You fought on the sidelines last time and kept us all from crumbling down even with your mind fractured. Let us help you fight this battle. Let us keep you from crumbling down."

Sulu was joined by the young navigator, who took up the hand of the Asian pilot, and yet still managed to smile at Jim reassuringly.

"Yes, Keptin. Allow us to assist you." Chekov huffed at Jim's attempt to protest these words, "Vere you not ze one who requested for me to do ze scan of ze space station, and yet you did not broach on it furzher? I saw zhat zhere was an anomaly. Zhat vas what you had guessed, ya? Ve know zhat somezhing iz going on. Now let us help."

McCoy smirked at the duo and the effect the words seemed to have on the captain. He squeezed the hand on Jim's shoulder enough to draw the attention back and shook the kid lightly as he spoke.

"Add to all that mumbo jumbo, you didn't really think that we wouldn't find it odd that James T. Kirk would just drop everything and go crawling to the nearest space station because it was proper procedures? Not while knowing that everything was still left unsettled. You can't really believe any of us are that blind, now can you? What you take us for, fools?"

Jim groaned, but knew already that he didn't stand a chance against any of those present.

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Spock's eyes lingered on the other lying still on the bed. It left a pungent aftertaste that he had not only struck out but rendered the other unconscious. He knew at this point that it was not his own Jim, and yet in appearance it was hard to tell. His mind and his heart fought as they looked down at the other. It did, however, drive one clear message to both his mind and his heart; he needed to get back home and back to his mate.

So, with more strain then the task should've taken, Spock took measured steps away from the bed and from this version of Jim. He walked without the desire to fully lose sight of the other, but to get to the nearest window. If anything, the best place to start in getting home would be to figure out his current location, and then plan from there.

He wasn't one to leap ahead blindly; he needed to figure out as many facts as possible. To figure out how he managed to get here and how he could find his way back.

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"This is me telling you that I'm jumping in blind. This is beyond just going boldly where no man has gone before. This is defying limits and breaking laws. This is a road that has an infinite possibility of endings and I cannot promise anything to any one of you of hope or possibilities."

"We're with you Jim. Deal with that, kid."

20 minutes

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"We're wasting valuable time captain."

Nyota's words drew Jim's attention to her at last and he managed a tight smile seeing that alongside everyone else she also joined along.

"Scotty is already down in the engine room; a couple of his best and brightest at his side. Pike would also like to inform you that this ship is still one of our best and to try not to scratch it in whatever stunt your about to pull. Also that he wishes you well, but will not be able to join, he said you would understand...plausible deniability."

Jim sighed at this running a hand through his hair in dazed bewilderment. This was insane.

"Pike too? Damn, here I had thought I was being so clever."

McCoy laughed out at Jim's words and gave a final clap to the Captain shoulder before pushing Jim in the direction of the captain's chair.

"When it comes to you Jimmy, too subtle is obnoxiously obvious."

"Of course…I should've put that into consideration" Jim chuckled and sighed. "Alright, coordinates are already plugged in, Sulu you think you can pull us out of here nice and quietly? We need as much distance as quickly as possible."

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15minutes

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"Aye, captain. That'll be easy."

"No fancy tricks, this time, just pull us out. You've got fifteen minutes to get us out and away before they realize this whole thing was staged and try to prevent this little side trip of ours."

"Aye, sire I'll refrain from the tricks."

Sulu sent a grin over to Jim before leading himself and Chekov to their stations. He immediately went to work and everyone watched as the ship began to slink away from its docked position.

10 minutes

McCoy let out a sigh as the ship started movement and walked over to stand alongside Jim, who now was fully seated. This left McCoy as the last one standing, as even Nyota had at some point moved to take a seat.

"Jim you have any plan of action for this? I mean aside from that charm or gift, which I doubt has a map and a set of directions on it, they didn't tell you much on where to go."

Jim nodded in agreement. There was no arguing that. They basically told him nothing when it came to the surviving crew. All they informed Jim on was that Spock existed still and that though the locket would assist him in what was to come, it was he-himself that would find the answer to such a question.

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Spock's eyes were struck.

He had made it to the nearest window just fine, but the layers placed to keep the light out made it difficult at first to even figure out how to gaze outside.

However, he had managed to peel away a portion of a corner (still taking in consideration that there was a reason for the windows to be so drastically covered and not wishing to destroy the effort put in to make them this way). He chipped away the dark paint and dust. He lifted the cloth away, and managed a section just enough to gaze out of.

What he saw left him still.

Even as he heard the groan and shift of the other waking, he couldn't make himself move.

"This…this planet that he left you on…do you know of it?" Spock's words were barely there but he knew that in the small space the other had heard him.

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"They said I'd know."

Idly Jim's hand lifted to finger along the locket, to feel the coolness of the metal beneath his fingers. If McCoy thought this was strange, or even noticed it, he did not mention it as he kept speaking.

"And do you know?"

Jim chuckled at the question for the answer was most definitely not one the doctor would wish to hear.

"Not a clue, but I got a good estimate and I'm pretty sure it's as good a guess as any."

Blue eyes turned away from the view screen to look towards the doctor. The older man had groaned out loud at Jim's admittance and shook his head.

"Oh great. We're stealing a ship and rushing off on a hunch."

A crackle and some static was followed by a familiar Scottish accent.

"Mighty fine adventure if you ask me."

"Scotty!" Jim smirked at the sound of the Scotsmen, his eyes lifting away from McCoy even though Scotty was way down in engineering.

"Good evenin' to yah Cap'n glad to aide in your rebellious side, Sir. Ships in tip top shape. Should have no troubles at all in making a good distance between us and that there station. Any word on where you might be taking us?"

The request was met with those on the bridge all turning to lock eyes on the captain; all those except Sulu, and Chekov. The former of which was busy pulling them out of dock, and the later was busy stuck with his eyes on the screen before him. A look of disbelief overcasting usually joyful blue eyes.

"Aye keptin...I-I don't zhink you plugged ze right coordinates in. Zhis cannot be vhere you want to go."

5 minutes

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Jim hummed in understanding but let his eyes slip close against the confusion. He could practically feel Chekov move in the chair to finally turn and face him; like the others were still doing. Vibrant blue eyes opened to look forward at Chekov's paler blue eyes, and he tried to give a reassuring look.

"No, Pavel, those are the correct coordinates."

Chekov's eyes narrowed in confusion, and the disbelief set in fuller if possible, "Nyet."

McCoy's hand settled firmly on Jim's shoulder pivoting the other's attention away.

"Where you taking us kid?"

"Jim?"

"Captain?"

Jim groaned and rubbed at his face as everyone on the bridge bombarded him with the same question. Hadn't they just agreed to boldly leap alongside him? Would knowing the destination really alter so much? Weren't these questions they should have thought to ask before just outright agreeing?

They had barely two minutes now until word would arrive about them stealing a ship; two minutes until they were criminals and thieves. Was this really the opportune time to be concerned about the final destination?

It wasn't like Jim knew the exact location where he was needed to go. As McCoy only just pointed out, Jim was following his gut.

"We're heading back to where Spock most likely cannot be."

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This couldn't be the place he thought it was. His mind was playing tricks on him, and yet he couldn't tear his gaze away.

Feet meeting stone floors left a brief clap of sound echoing over Spock's question.

"It was meant as a cruel reminder of what we lost…of course I know what planet this is. You…or he…or whatever…Spock had chosen this place specifically."

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Perhaps not the best answer to give, seeing as it caused an immediate uproar from the man closest near him.

"What in blue blazes is that supposed ta' mean? Aint just about every place in this damn galaxy and universe a likely option for that?"

McCoy's heavy accent and words brought a very faint smirk to Jim's lips as he settled back into his chair. His fingers again clutched at the charm along his neck, stroking the locket as he stared straight ahead. The space station was before them now and would quickly be behind them, "Warp 4, Sulu."

The words barely left Jim's lips and the helmsman was moving to accomplish the task.

1 minute

"No." Nyota's voice pulled Jim's gaze back to the present. "Jim! You can't mean-?"

Jim watched as they went into warp; as the stars pulled and stretched into patterns of lines around the ship. He sighed out resigned by the continual interrogations and figured that he might as well just answer the damn question. He just knew that after they all knew they might regret having come along with him. He just feared that this might only assist in making them believe him to be one step closer to losing his mind.

He wasn't insane.

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Spock finally lifted his gaze away at the approach of the other.

Jim was there, pushing his way between Spock and the window, to force the layers back down and lock the red wash of light from entering the room.

"I'm assuming you already know the answer to the question you asked."

Jim's words were just as soft spoken as Spock's.

Whatever anger or threat they had been to one another before it seemed to dissolve away as Jim met with auburn eyes. As blue met with hollow and masked pain. Yes, Spock recognized this place, but had never thought he would find himself back here.

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Jim was just sure of one thing and one thing only. He needed to get Spock back. If that meant the illogical was the logical decision, well at least Spock wasn't here yet to argue against his reasons.

He wasn't insane.

This was the best choice. This was the least possible choice. It was truly the only place he could not be and yet, Jim had such an inkling that in that it was the only place he most likely could be.

"We're heading to Vulcan."

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"This was once my home planet…this is Vulcan."


AN: Surprise :)

Bet that one wasn't seen coming. Alright as I said last post. Off to writing up part three. Hopefully will have that up by today. Depends how it goes...these two sounded alright to post the third still needs some work so fingers crossed. Hope you enjoyed the first two parts though ^ ^

Also hopefully the bouncing back and forth didn't drive anyone insane. Wanted to get to that conclusion at the same time. Spock and Jim both revealing that the location is Vulcan. Yup, much in store. Sorry for so much delay. Please no flames. *hearts*