Chapter Twelve

Spock POV

I could feel the near all-consuming rage from Jim as soon as he spotted the Starfleet officials. His stride swift and in mere four steps he was in front of them, a miraculous thing as it was nearly eight steps to where they stood normally.

"What happened may I inquire?" I ask Winona, causing her to grimace, a familiar trait that is shared with her son.

"About an hour after you left he returned, mad as anything. I threatened to call the police because I knew you had spoken to Starfleet and there was no way that they or Roy would let him go. He said someone helped him escape, a Starfleet officer he knew helped him when they picked him up and he came back here…" She trails off looking down at herself, but I can see the fear in her eyes that lay beyond the fire that was consistent in Jim's when he was furious.

"He screamed at me because I let him be taken away, that I let you stay here, many things Spock. He grew furious as he took in the mess of the house, all the valuable things he had bought me." She spits out, making me flinch ever so slightly.

"HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?" My eyes snap to Jim instantly before striding over and placing my hand on his shoulder to calm him.

"Captain Kirk, he was secured and was mid transportation when things went wrong, we have footage that leads us to believe a Starfleet Officer was involved with his escape." One explains, holding out a pad towards the captain, my eyes catching a glimpse of the image and I snatch it away quickly before he can see.

"Captain, I will deal with this, you need to go see your mother and ask what happened." I state, a warning in my tone indicating that he would not like what he would see.

"Yes, I will leave Spock to deal with this for now, but don't expect that I'm finished with you yet." He snarls before turning on his foot and striding back to his mother.

"The man you are looking for is Lieutenant Hendorff, he is our head security officer aboard the USS Enterprise. He and the Captain had a falling out during the beginning of his cadet training and then during the Nero incident. I do believe he was staying at the academy for his shore leave." I inform while bringing up the information that they need.

"He is one of your crew?" The other officer asks, surprised. I nod sharply indicating my reply while looking back over at Jim who was red in the face with fury as his mother spoke.

"We wish to be there when you interrogate him, by Starfleet code the captain of said offender must be present. I will make sure he is secured and cannot pass me if that is what you wish." I continue as one opens their mouth to speak. They snap their mouth shut as I raise my brows at them to question it.

"Then we shall contact you when we have found and detained Lieutenant Hendorff, Commander Spock." I give my nod in reply before turning and gesturing them off the porch while indicating to Jim to stay put.

To others it would seem he wouldn't be a fit captain, me directing him on how he should act and giving him orders when I am only a commander in his rank, but as of right now I am more his friend than his First Officer. I know that if he were to explode once again then he would surely be written up and reported for offence no matter if he harmed them or not.

I wait until everyone has left and we have found a seat inside before uttering the mention of Lieutenant Hendorff as the suspect of helping Frank free from containment.

"Jimmy, stop, I am okay. Just a little achy and bruised, I am fine." Winonastresses as she begins her ascent to her room.

"Just shout if you need me, okay?" He replies softly, tipping his head softly as she places a kiss upon his forehead, causing a memory of my own mother doing the same thing when I was a child.

With a sigh Jim turns to face me, his face grim and tired. "Tell me the bad news, Spock."

I hesitate, clasping my hands behind my back and readying myself for the onslaught of anger that the Captain- Jim would surely have at the news.

"It seems that the person who helped Frank escape was Lieutenant Hendorff." I state, watching in marvel as always as his body turns rigid and his eyes harden into steel.

"Cupcake? Someone from my own crew did this? Under my nose?" he grits out through clenched teeth. I give him a short nod and instantly follow him as he storms outside and to the barn. He doesn't utter a word till he reaches the doors before his fist swings out and connects with a beam. A cry, no, something more of a roar escapes his lips before he buckles.

"Jim!" I cry out in shock as I rush forward, catching him mere inches from the ground. I turn him over before laying him against a pile of hay; his eyes wide and unseeing. Worry pulses through me before I place my hands on his, worry turning into fear as nothing flickers through the connection.

With minor hesitance I press my fingers into the psi points on his face to begin a meld. I was uncertain, much so, would he forgive me for doing something that was this personal? That technically was against Vulcan law to do without the others' willing consent? There were dangers to a meld, besides that of a bonding if done incorrect, nervous systems could shut down.

But I can not let him die once again and in this very second I am unsure on what went wrong here.

I can not lose him. Not again.

I can not lose my T'hy'la.

And to that thought I make my decision and press my fingers a little firmer on his points and close my eyes.

"My mind your mind…"

Author Note: OHHHH!