Chapter 28 those who do not know their history, shall be doomed, to repeat it. I refuse to let that happen.

After the door is closed. Kirk turned around and just stood there. He managed to take three big steps to the side and then slid back against the wall still holding onto Spock. He couldn't. He couldn't seem to bring himself to move. As he thought about what was being seen in the other room. He tightened his hold on Spock. Cradling him against his chest. He knows he should be moving to lay Spock out on the couch. Instead, he pushes the robe hood back and kisses the top of Spock's head. He can feel slow hot tears sliding down his cheeks, dropping off his chin to land in Spock's hair. Taking a deep breath, knowing that when this is over. He may lose more than just whichever of the people in the next room can't stomach serving under someone like him. He's pretty certain Spock won't want anything to do with him, T'hy'la or not. After all, Spock didn't want anything to do with him before. And that was before Jim did the one thing that Spock hates above all else. Entering his mind. After all, the pain he suffered from the healers trying to fix that which wasn't really broken. Now he the one person, Spock should be able to trust above all others, entered his mind taking away his control. The very thing that Spock fears the most. Jim knows he will be lucky if Spock doesn't try to choke him again, as soon as he wakes up. Hell, if he does. Kirk might just let him finish the job. Squaring his shoulders. He places his fingers on Spock's meld points. He thought about waking him first but it's very possible that once awake, Spock won't stop to listen; and he needs all the information he can get. Kirk has already decided, no matter whether Spock hates him or not. He's not going to let whatever son of a bitch is responsible for this, get away with trying to use Spock.

"Oh Spock, everything's so fucked up… You deserve so much better. Jesus Christ. I never wanted anything like this. Up until earlier I thought you were still with Nyota. I never wanted to force you. You've been forced all your life into different things; I never wanted to do that. now, I'm so fucking sorry k'diwa. I know how much you hate for people to enter your mind. Kirk then proceeded to picture everything that had transpired in the other room. After incapacitating Spock, along with his feelings on the matter. An attempting to explain what he thinks is wrong with Spock. That, it's not pon farr, but more likely it is a symptom of a genetically engineered whatever. It's almost worse, at least when it comes to Spock. as there seems to be only one way to stop it. It doesn't matter, Kirk is decided he will find a way he will not force Spock to do something he doesn't want to do. he will find a way to help Spock without forcing him. He showed Spock what happened. Hoping that what Spock said was true; and he wasn't hurting Spock by showing him the past. But knowing that the best way for Spock to understand what happened with Tiggy and what may be happening with him is the full honesty. Jim showed all the tests and experiments, also known as tortures. The punishment. Also known as lessons in "pain control" I mean you have to break a few bones. If you want somebody to practice psychically healing them, right? and all the other things he was put through. Then his risky warning to a very young Bones. A young and naïve Bones. And his subsequent punishment. They thought to scare him. They thought to teach him his place. They had drug Tiggy. He was shocked to see Tiggy there last. He knew Tiggy was on earth, they had discussed, since Jim was going to go off the planet with his "mother" meaning to Vulcan to study at the VSA. While Wynonna carries on as usual, pretending he didn't exist. This was to have worked out well, as Tiggy had to go back to his realm and oversee a few things. When he's first thrown in the room, he doesn't see anything until he moves in a little further. Than he notices a pale body curled up in a ball in the corner. He can't make out what they are saying. Until he has moved yet closer, it's then that the shocking realization hits, Jim. He recognizes that voice along with what he is saying no- no, not him. No- no- no- no- no- no- no- I'll end it all! end it all! I! Will! Not! Do! That! I. Will. NOT ! He's just a kid… just! A! Kid! It's- time- to- end- it! The last part was screamed and that's when he heard another sound from the other side of the room, and he finds himself shocked yet again, coming face-to-face with his teacher, Ms. Grayson. The new teacher that showed up a few weeks before he was brought to this place permanently. Wherever the Fuck this place is. She sitting on the cot her clothes torn, her face and hair dirty. She's looking at the man in the corner with tears in her eyes. Jim hears her say No, No! please! Spock! My Son! Why are you doing this?!"

A disembodied voice answers must be coming from a wall speaker or com unit of some kind.

"That's not for you to worry about. It's not as if you care about the race, you turned your back on! You should've stayed put playing pet human. Instead of coming here sticking your nose where it don't belong. We thought. At least we would have an easier time reaching our goal. But as it turns out the green blood bastards do have at least some morals… It would appear that even the drug can't force them to mate with similar blood. I wonder if that extends to age and sex. Let's see how long it takes, shall we?

"Of course, he's not gonna Fuck his own mother. What kind of twisted bastard are you?" Ms. Grayson screams.

"First off I would watch myself of our you since your usefulness has gone down considerably. You're only alive now and untouched because little James apparently has a soft spot for his favorite teacher. As far as my parentage both my parents were married… An actual wedding. Not some hedonistic barbaric ritual. As for the relevance of you being his mother. We know nothing of the sort. Who knows what the soulless emotionless monsters will really do. What I truly don't understand is how you could willingly breed with one in turn your back on your own people…"

Not being able to keep his mouth shut anymore, Kirk yelled.

"Hey! Who the hell you calling the soulless monster you freak? I don't know exactly what's going on here, but I know that Mr. Spock isn't the one throwing people naked in rooms apparently, drugged calling them names. And you call him the freak… He's only ever been an excellent schoolteacher. I don't even know what he's doing here. —

"Well, he's here for you James, he showed up looking for you just like we knew he would. That's why we convinced your stepfather that this would be a good placement for you. Originally, you were just meant to be bait, but once we realize how important you were to the specimen,

we decided to incorporate you in the experiment. Especially since we can't use Ms. Grayson for the most important part."

James had to work really hard to not show his anxiety and his guilt for having been the reason Tiggy was stuck here. He learned quickly with Frank, and in different lockups showing how you really feel was never good.

"What the fuck? Specimen? Experiments? We're people! Not lab animals."

"We who's this we? Not one of the three of you can be considered a person. Your lovely little teacher gave up her right to claim that when she turned her back on her own people and lowered herself to breed with an emotionless inhuman creature. She went to that planet. Who knows what they did, how they altered her brain. They think, they think there so good hiding their secrets. Never allowing anyone to live full-time on the planet except one human who they've obviously altered. They think they'll keep the secret to think no one find out, but people know—

"You know, you really should see somebody about that . I believe they call that sort of thing a paranoid delusion. They have people you can talk to—

It's not delusion if it's true the voice screamed through the speakers. They play pacifists and peace-loving vegetarians and claim they are nonviolent, that's what they tell everybody they have to tell people that, because they're, stronger and faster, plus they can see into your brain. Who knows, whose in control of anything, anymore. With them being able to see into human brains. How else could a normal human woman be coerced into mating with such animals. That's what they are nothing but beasts hiding. Claiming not to have emotions. Maybe some don't. But the ones that do their animals. You'll see! They're brutal, even to the mates. You'll see! He said… he said! If anyone could force the truth. It would be you. He said the abomination sees you as it's mate. They don't have the same rules, you're just a kid, you'll see. They're not as civilized as they pretend to be. They had to have done something, kind Sweet Amanda Grayson. Beautiful Amanda. Brilliant scientist. Throws away everything to live on a planet mated-"he made the word mated sound so vile. "Mated and so-called married a proper woman like her. Married to a feral animal that pretends to be civilized. You'll see, you'll see his true face! You'll see. One day they'll all see!"

Oh "okay…" Kirk looks over to find Ms. Grayson watching him.

"Obviously, somebody missed their meds today."

He smiles when he hears her softly admonishing him. "Jim, you shouldn't antagonize him."

Jim gives her a grin. "Ms. Grayson… Were both setting in a cell in the dark with a drugged and naked Vulcan. With some crazy dude going on one about conspiracy theories and brainwashing. It's obvious that whoever's behind this is more than one or two sandwiches short of a picnic basket, his cheese has slid off his fucking cracker. I don't think anything is going to make a difference."

"Hey, you think maybe you can turn the lights up a little bit. There Mulder? Then maybe you go back to the part where you were waiting on my teacher to come looking for me. Then maybe you could explain why we are all in the cell. Because frankly, whatever you said a few minutes ago. Doesn't make no sense to me. In fact, this whole thing seems a lot like a bad 20th-century sci-fi horror flick."

Jim rolls his eyes quite certain that even though he can't see anything whoever's on the speaker can most likely see him.

" Forgive me but I'm just trying to understand why it is apparently someone would go to the trouble of kidnapping the Vulcan ambassador's wife and his son, you do realize that Mr. Spock is have human?

Also, then maybe you could explain to me why I am here? In such a way that makes any fucking sense?"

There was another sound. And Kirk whirled around… "Dammit I can't see shit.!"

"My name is Gala, I 'm Orion. There's another boy here. His name is Kevin Riley. He's mostly Betaziod." Kirk held up a hand.

Gala stop talking.

Kirk his hands- on his hips.

"Look, Captain tinfoil. If you're not gonna start talking soon about why I'm here? The least you could do is turn on a little bit of light; because whatever I'm supposed to be doing. I highly doubt it's going to be very easy to do in this fucking dark."

Ms. Grayson in the Orion Girl were staring at him wide-eyed.

"James, you should not antagonize our capture, you don't know what he might do."

"No offense, Ms. Grayson, but whoever this guy is like I said he's obviously not operating on all thrusters so I highly doubt it's going to matter what we say. I for one want to know what the hell is going on rather than just sitting here in the dark."

"You are awfully confident for someone in your position. Not to mention insolent. I'm surprised you haven't checked on your precious abomination."

Jim gritted his teeth. He had experience with people like this bullies and power-hungry assholes. They relish in having control over people. Jim wasn't about to give this nut job the satisfaction of seeing how his words were affecting him... So, he bit the inside of his cheek, and kept his hands on his hips.

"You know if you've been watching me long enough to know that you could use me for bait to get to my Vulcan mentor then you should also be aware. I'm not known for following orders, or doing what I'm told, after all I did manage to get kicked off the planet Vulcan. So, you shouldn't be so surprised. Also, I could tell when I walked in. He's definitely been drug or incapacitated in some fashion, there's probably very little I can do in the way of helping him, especially since I don't know what the hell you want? Or why we're here? Which means, the only reason you reminded me of it is because you hope to get something perverse out of our reactions to whatever you've done. I am really not big on playing games. I don't know the rules to. Nor am I going to help you torment him."

Ms. Grayson was just staring at me shocked.

There was an abnormally long pause and then the voice spoke again.

"This is not going at all as expected. You are incredibly self-possessed for a 15-year-old. Either that or you truly don't care about the abomination any more than I do. Or maybe spending so much time with it has corrupted your brain as well. Which is it, are you still capable of emotion? Let's see, just as the lights came up. I can see that we were in a room had bunk style beds one set on each wall. I had just noticed the door. Often the corner. Then I was distracted by a stifled scream. I turned to see Ms. Grayson staring past me. Before I could turn around, though she had run past me and stopped. She was just standing there, not moving, so I stepped up next to her. I could see then what had caused the scream.

Oh God, Tiggy, what has this bastard done to you? It took a minute for my eyes to take in all the damage. I could not blame Ms. Grayson for her reaction. It was all I can do not to run to him. But that's exactly what this prick. Whoever the Fuck he was expecting. Hell, he was probably getting off on it somehow. So I kept myself under control and slowly walked forward, taking in all of the bite marks, bruises, cuts and scratches. As I got closer. That was just on the part I could see which was his back, his ass, which from the looks of things. I could see green blood drying in flakes on the backs of his legs. Part of me wanted to turn away and be sick but I wouldn't do that. I knew what it felt like to have… To suffer such a violation… I would not make it worse for him.

I must've involuntarily made to reach for him because suddenly Ms. Grayson's hand was on my arm. I don't know what look was on my face when I whirled around. She dropped my arm and took a step back. I watched her mouth open and close as she held her hands up in the universal gesture of no harm. Finally, she swallowed and found her voice.

"I know you wish to help him James… I do to he is my son…" I could feel my eyes widening.

"that means…" I breathed. Her eyes flashed. It was a very Vulcan gesture. However, I understood.

"I don't understand… Then why are you here. My lady? Why were you pretending to be a teacher?"

Her face tightened. There was something else going on behind her eyes. Something she was trying to tell me; but didn't want anybody else to pick up on. "I wasn't pretending to be a teacher, James. Once a teacher always a teacher. I was a teacher long before—

she was cut off by the voice. "Before that green blooded monster brainwashed her. You should feel privileged James—

the voice mocked the way the lady said his name. "Amanda Grayson was one of the best teachers the Academy had ever seen. And she through all that away to go play housemaid and servant to that pointy eared thing!"

My jaw tightened. Giving the lady Amanda calculated look. Everything in me wanted to drop to my knees and tend to Tiggy. I needed information. First, though, I needed to know what was going on. I needed to know why they were here. Why any of us were here in the cell. Plastering the same cocky grin on my face that usually caused Frank to go ballistic.

The Betaziod boy Riley. Had finally joined them, all three of them were watching Jim intently. The Betaziod boy's eyes were flicking back and forth between Amanda and Jim.

"Oh my God! Lady Amanda, I think you have a stalker—

"James," she starts.

I just winked at her very minutely and she subsides.

"No really I think you have a stalker. When was the last time that you were away from Vulcan without the ambassador and his entourage.?"

"Not for a long time. I haven't had reason. Up until recently I was going to visit my sisters but then I heard about the incident … My son was less than pleased that you were made to leave. So much so that I wanted to meet you." She said carefully. Kirk nodded sagely.

"So really this is the first time that your stalker has had the opportunity to grab you. Because even someone short on marbles would think twice about trying to grab a human surrounded by a bunch of Vulcans." The lady Amanda just stared at James as if trying to figure out what he was up to.

I looked around the room toward the ceiling and then just started talking.

"You know what Captain psycho stalker I can't really blame you. She is a pretty lady, but no means no, you should except when you've lost. Vulcans mate for life. I would point out that you lost the day their marriage was consummated. Setting up an elaborate kidnapping scheme. Is not the way to win the lady especially, having her offspring attacked and brutally beaten. That certainly isn't going to make her want to file a divorce and follow you down the aisle even if it were possible. So, I don't understand—

"That's not! Shut up! You're right! You do Not understand a thing. She would've married me if that creature hadn't messed with her brain. No woman in their right mind, no human would willingly go to a planet where they would be the only one of their kind. with a guy, they only knew for a week an alien! When they know they have a human who loves them and would take care of them."

"I see." Kirk said, and he didn't bother to hide his derision or discussed.

Kirk shrugs. "No, I really don't see. But then again you know what they say it takes one to know one; And I'm just not really the stalker type. I really don't understand how, as I said before viciously brutalizing her son is going to win you any brownie points. Or for that matter, why are we here. Why am I here?"

"As I said before you're here as bait for the abomination. I never dreamed she would follow…"

"Yes, yes, yes, so… you wanted to lure both me and my mentor here?"

"Now who's playing games? Calling it your mentor doesn't change who it is. We both know that that is an older version of Spock invading from another universe. A universe where humans are slaves! And Vulcans rule everything with their filthy mind powers! Which proves that Vulcans aren't the pacifists they claim to be!"

"Okay, even if I believe you that there some other universe out there where humans are slaves blah blah blah. This man has been nothing but a teacher and a mentor and friend to me. Why would this man if he was so into making humans slaves go out of his way to help some random kid from another. Supposing universe? One. Number two, you still haven't answered my question to as why any of those things leads to the fact that we are all in a cell together. Or what that has to do with the illegal experiments that you're doing on the students of the so-called corrective behavior facility. I highly doubt Starfleet would be sanctioning the kidnapping of children from other planets and other races for whatever psychotic experiments you're running on them like you ran on me. Exactly how long do you think you can keep an ambassador's wife imprisoned here? So far all of heard you go on and on about is your crush on the lady Amanda, but you haven't told me why you've done what you've done. To Spock. Which by the way, you will pay for whoever you are, you will pay for everything that you've done to him. Do you hear me?

The voice answers. "I hear you, but you're in no position to make demands. As for everything else. You don't need to know anything. You are in the cell because your mentor has refused to cooperate with us no matter what we do in our medical personnel says if we don't change methods it might die. That is unacceptable. Our experts seem to believe. After studying both you and it. Our experts believe that we will get what we want through you—

"while I don't know what the Fuck you want but I will not help you—

I would hold off on refusal. We may not be able to force what we want as originally intended. However, if you and Mr. Spock, do not cooperate will be forced to go to Plan B and I don't think either of you would want that."

"Once again you haven't told me shit. It doesn't matter thou—

"I'm tired of your interruptions. Maybe you need incentive to cooperate. I did not want to do this." Just then a door opens and in walks a mask man or being. Can't really see the facial features or anything for the hood. He grabs lady Amanda by the arm.

Without thought, I jumped forward. Landing a punch as hard as I can in the side near the kidneys or liver or heart. Depending on what species I'm fighting. Since I can't tell by the clothing or build, erring on the side of caution by striking an area that is a weak point of several species seemed like the safest bet.

"Don't fucking touch her! What or whoever the Fuck you are don't lay a hand on her ever!" I push the lady more towards Spock. And there's the voice again. No one wants to hurt Ms. Grayson. I don't want to have Ms. Grayson hurt, but I can't have you acting out and you must cooperate. In walks another person. I know I won't be able to stand against two of them. "Fine… I'll do what you want—

"James no!" The lady Amanda says.

I held up a hand to silence her.

"The voice on the com made a tsking sound. It's a little too late for that. James. You've injured one of the keepers. I can't just let that go unpunished. They would get upset." I hesitated for half a second, because I knew what he wanted. Unfortunately, I would give It in time. If that meant keeping the lady Amanda safe because I knew Younger Spock needed her. And Tiggy would never forgive himself if something happened to her.

I heard moaning and movement behind me. The only thing that could be was Tiggy trying to move, maybe to help but he was in no condition. This new person that came into the room. I recognize this one I'd seen them before. He was sort of like a nurse or an orderly bringing food trays, sweeping floors in the other place.

"Fine, you don't want me to hurt your staff and obviously you want my help with something concerning Spock. So, here's the deal. I'll take whatever punishment you want to give me. And I'll agree to whatever you want me to do concerning Spock provided it doesn't permanently damage his mind, body, kill him, or require me to do anything against his will, like rape and I will help you—

"No, James, that's exactly what they want you to do—

She was cut off when the new guy grabbed her.

"Hey, Captain stalker! If you want me to even think about finishing my sentence and doing whatever it is you want willingly then you must tell your goon to get his fucking hands off the lady."

"James, you must cease with this attitude, although this time I will let it slide. I agree That Mr. M should not be touching the lady. Now, although you will call me Mr. K.—

"Fine, Mr. K tell, Mr. M to get his filthy fucking hands off the lady."

A chuckle floated around the room.

"Mr. M. Take your hands off the lady and don't touch her unless I specifically tell you to."

Mr. M looks confused. Apparently, this is not the way things usually go. " You know, James if I didn't have such need of you. I think I would probably kill you because you would be too dangerous to leave alive too much of a danger to my plan."

"Thank you." I said. Riley Gala and Amanda all made a shocked noise. I just shrugged. "It's polite to thank somebody when they complement you."

"Amazing... There's absolutely no fear in you—

"I found fear is a useless emotion. It serves no purpose, nor does it stop the bad things from happening. Speaking of bad oh yea, you were saying. I deserve punishment; and I was saying that I will take the punishment and help you, provided as stated. It does not require me to rape, maim, kill, psychologically, physically torture or permanently damage any person or persons especially Spock. I also require that you release the lady, Amanda. I want proof she's safely away. You can send her to earth with that intern that you probably are sending packing today back to earth. I will accept your punishment. Provided it is not something that you intend to be continually ongoing. in return like I said as long as whatever you wish me to do doesn't break one of those ground rules. I will do as requested. As soon as I have proof that she's back on earth."

There is a slight pause and then.

"What makes you think that we will be sending the intern away? Oh, come on, don't insult my intelligence. I had one little conversation with him. About what's been happening in the experiments, and my theory on psi-ops soldiers. Also, that maybe he should consider that not everything is as it seems. Suddenly I'm getting moved in here with no windows. After a correction time that wasn't really explained. I figured the little intern asked questions. Now from talking to him. He's got plenty of people that know he's here. So, he can't really be gotten rid of without raising questions. So, I'm assuming that you'll have to find reasons to transfer him. Or politely asked that he be transferred. Or whatever it is you people do. In the meantime, he seems like a pretty decent individual. That wouldn't want a woman hurt or disappeared. So, I'm sure if, you find a reason for lady Amanda to travel with the intern to earth. I can be sure that she's okay. I figure you can come up with some excuse; to have to check in with the intern. When he gets back to wherever you'll send him. Of course, I will have to be present when you receive the message; because I don't trust that you cannot fake some sort of video message."

"See James, you continue to prove that what I said earlier was true. If I did not need, you I would not keep you around because you really are very astute and that could be dangerous for my plan."

"Really, that's not that hard to figure out." I couldn't help but comment.

"Oh James, you really do continually overestimate people and underestimate yourself. Now… Oh yes, the punishment. None of this matters if you're not willing to prove that you can keep to your word. I suppose that would be proof enough. If you do that then we can discuss the circumstances with Ms. Grayson."

"Well, there's nothing really to discuss. As far as whether or not you can trust me. I think that's less of a problem than whether I can trust you. After all you are the one that locked us up in a cell. There's nothing really negotiable. I will accept whatever punishment will show you that I am serious about getting the lady to safety. As well as keeping my end of the bargain afterwards, provided it falls within the guidelines. Or we can scrap the whole idea. You can continue to threaten the lady and Spock and myself, and not have my cooperation, especially if you hurt the lady. Or try to hurt Spock again and you will have accomplished nothing of whatever craziness you have up your sleeve. In fact, you may end up killing Spock, myself or the lady Amanda which I gather you really don't want to do. For whatever personal reasons you have. I would also recommend adding that what you really don't want is a seriously pissed off Vulcan after your ass because you killed his mate. So really, it's a win-win for you."

Two Goons start two chuckle. They stop when captain-psycho I mean Mr. K simply said. And if I were to say to you, the punishment will be sexual in nature?"

"Then I would have to remind you of my no rape stipulation. I would also have to tell you that if you doing this because you secretly want to see how Vulcans do in the bedroom. I'm sure there are easier ways you can probably find a holo- vid or an interactive holo- suite program."

There was a squeak of "James" beside me. Followed by that same dark exasperated chuckle. "I fully agree with you James that if that was what I was looking for. It would probably be much easier to find a holo- suite program. However, I can assure you that is not what I had in mind. At least not in this particular instance. What would you say if I said I wanted to know whether or not you were good at using your mouth for more than just talking?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess so if I'm properly motivated. Frank seem to earn enough beer off of what my mouth could do. If that's what it takes to get Lady Amanda free, then so be it, but not here. Not in front of them, because that would fall under the no mental torture guidelines."

"Fine then bring him to me. Before he finds something else to haggle over. I swear it's like he can't comprehend who's the prisoner or who's in charge—

the disembodied voice that called itself. Mr. K said

"Too late for that. I'm afraid." I said.

This time there was a distinctly disgruntled noise coming from the com feed.

"Now what James? You are seriously trying my patience." I scoffed. "I'm trying your patience really. I've been locked in a cell. With two of the only people who've ever treated me nicely in my whole life. You have yet to tell me why… Not only that but one of the persons is so damaged he can barely move, let alone speak. And now you got me to willingly agree to play the whore. Something I've never done willingly, not without being beaten before. Yet I'm willing to do it to guarantee Amanda safety. So, you will excuse me if I state that we need to take Amanda to the intern first—

"Impossible, James. As you very accurately pointed out. Since your little "talk" with the intern he's indeed asking questions you two showing up looking like you do will only cause more questions.

So no, it's no—

"Oh, come on! You seriously, expect me to believe you

Have any intention of keeping your word.

once you get what you want from me. It's not that hard. We take her to the infirmary. If he asks questions, simply have the lady tell the intern that she insisted that I accompany her since I saved her from trouble. Simply tell the doctor that she heard about what I did for her son on Vulcan. That's how I got in trouble. Which resulted in me being sent here. She wanted to come apologize and thank me personally. Unfortunately, one of my "roommates" took a liking to her and damaged her clothing before I could stop them. As an ambassador's wife she should have no trouble pulling that off. Because it's close enough to the truth. To be the truth. She did come to visit me. Whether it was here or somewhere else on the planet that doesn't matter. She was here because of me. So that should ring true for the intern."

"Amazing. Simply amazing." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "Well?"

"All right, all right you win James. You're right, I was stalling. The there's no way that I can let Amanda go entirely, because the first thing that will happen. She will go to her Ambassador husband with tales of this awful planet, and the horrible things we're doing here. Come on James, for such a quick thinker. Surely, you see there's no way we can actually let the Lady Amanda leave. She would go moan to her husband."

Kirk shook his head. "No, she wouldn't At least, not right away, not for at least another month or so because her husband doesn't know she's here and that's a big no-no. Vulcan society might be matriarchal. However, the males are still very possessive. She can't afford for him to find out that she's not where he left her. Especially as a human there already against her. If they find out she disobeyed her husband for any reason well would be very bad." Talk about laying on the bullshit thick but he didn't know jack shit about Vulcan's. So, he had no way to know whether or not I was telling the truth. I did have to slightly elbow Amanda. She frowned but corroborated my story. "He speaks the truth." She says.

" There's no way I can mention this to Sarek, if I'm lucky I have not been gone too long without calling. He thinks I was calling from my sisters, but I didn't call earlier because I was locked in a cell. Hopefully humans and somebody check up on me."

There was a long pause and then "Riley?" "They speak the truth."

The boy answers. I can't help but smile. While Amanda's gaze takes on confused shock. I wish I could explain to her that I could tell Riley wasn't as strong a Telepath as he was made out to be. He can only pickup very surface thoughts and there was enough truth in that bullshit, we spun that he couldn't tell the difference. Vulcan females usually do obey their husbands. Amanda is an outcast and can't afford to be alienated from Sarek. Vulcan males are extremely possessive bastards.

"All right then, Mr. M. Take Kirk and The Lady Amanda to the med bay. Have the lady Amanda treated by the intern McCoy. By the time you get there. I will have informed the intern of this incident, and request that he personally escort the lady Amanda back to earth. In case there happens to be any other underlying issues from this incident. We don't want to be held responsible for letting anything else happen To Lady Amanda. So she will have a physician as escort. Escort Mr. Kirk, there with her as she has requested. Since he was her Savior." No one missed the humor in the words. "Dr. Phlox wants to see Mr. Kirk anyway. He's been rather persistent." That last remark sounded rather annoyed to Kirk. Trouble in paradise? Maybe he could use that. It wasn't lost on Kirk Amanda's jolt of surprised at hearing the doctor's name.

Now Mr. M looked really confused. I watched his eyes bounce back and forth between The Lady Amanda And myself, if it weren't for the situation. It would've been comical because you could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. Finally, he says. "Sir?"

I couldn't resist. "Not a big thinker this one? I hope the rest of your help isn't like this else. I don't know how you get anything done."

"James, shame on you. You shouldn't pick on the disadvantage not everybody can have the abilities you do."

"Well now. Maybe not everybody is a genius, but—

"James" psycho K said in a voice I haven't heard since preschool. "Don't pick on the keepers."

"Don't worry, Mr. M, Mr. Kirk and the lady Amanda are going to be on their best behavior and keep to our arrangement, because if either one makes a scene or tries to tipoff anybody anyway including intern McCoy after she leaves the planet and trouble comes calling. I will make sure that she dies first. So, Mr. Kirk is going to behave himself because he doesn't want anything to happen to The Lady Amanda."

"Isn't that right Mr. Kirk?"

Kirk crosses his arms over his chest. "Oh yeah, that's the truth I don't want anything hurting The Lady Amanda or Spock for that matter. I trust he will be safe. Also, until I return?"

The annoyance was suddenly back. "Yes, yes, yes, he will be fine. As he is right now. As I explained, for none of our other methods are working that is why you're here, so nothing's going to happen until you return after we've "discussed" things."

Kirk allow himself to look down at Spock. To remind himself why he was doing this. Then he clapped his hands together and said "well then let's do this". Taking the lady Amanda's arm or at least trying to.

" I want to get this nice lady safe. I trust that when I come back since you obviously have plans for Spock and I that need my cooperation you will allow me to look after Spock? With some creams and food, yes?"

There was what sounded like a resigned sigh.

"You really are never going to understand who's in charge around here are you, James?"

Jim shrugged. "No, not really. Following is not one of my best things. Yet you still have me doing what you want me to do, don't you."

There was silence and then a very small, very low. "I suppose I do."

"Right. Well, let's go then so we can get back and at least one of us will be safe. Come on Mr. M. Take me to your leader." The lady Amanda actually rolled her eyes. "Now is so not the time, Jim." I had to laugh when Mr. M said very seriously, looking between the two of us. "I'm sorry, Kirk, but I can't take you to him yet. I was told to take you to sick -bay first.

"I just rolled my eyes. But Lady Amanda ever the diplomat's wife some habits must be hard to break. Answered. "Yes of course dear."