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Author's Note: Chapter 6! Thanks for all the support on this story. It definitely helps get the creative juices flowing!

Ch. 6 In Plain Site

UKNOWN PLANET

It was time for the meeting to start. Everyone in the room we're anxious for it to get started. They knew what it meant for there to be a meeting. Things were not going well. They could tell that on their Lord's face. There were rumors that he had been locked up in his house for weeks. Now they would discover why.

"Silence," He said loudly. His voice was the type that could make even the bravest man would quiver. He did not look happy. He nodded to his second in command.

"We have received intelligence that the Ambassador to Vulcan has a family member on the flagship," There were murmuring at this.

"His Son…" The men looked up at their leader fearfully.

"My Lord, if we knew…."

"His science experiment of a son is going ruin everything!" He snarled.

"My Lord we really didn't know, if we heard…"

"I don't want to know what your incompetence would have accomplished if you knew this beforehand," He spat. "I want to know what you're going to do about it!"

"We have everything in place, Sir. As you know our informant is in Star Fleet,"

"What more do we need?

"Time, our information tells us that the Enterprise is the best flagship and is now under our control," This came from the man next to the second in command.

"It all comes back to the Enterprise does it…." All eyes were upon their leader. None of them dared looked away. "Everything is on that ship,"

"Do you think we should call home…."

"That is for me to decide!" Their leader snapped.

"As you wish, your grace,"

"Now, get out of my site, there's work to be done!"

Alana sighed. After the big night out things got back to be dull and she was starting to get very anxious. She decided to do what was now becoming her favorite past time, picking on Chekov.

"Hey Russia, can you sharpen this please," She said, waving a pencil in his face.

"Ves, Mizz G-Green," he said shakily taking the pencil from her.

"Thanks," She said smiling at him like she was a bird about to dive for her prey.

"Dar," He said passing the pencil back.

"What's you hurry? She said leaning on his console.

"No hurry…" Chekov said.

"So when you going to take me to Russia," She said smirking.

"I d-dunno"

"Are all Russians as good looking as you,.." That did. Chekov was so shocked at the pronouncement that he spilt the coffee that was next to him, which was Sulu's.

"Green stop tormenting Chekov, I need to speak you," Kirk said looking amused. As she departed she blew a kiss towards the junior navigator. She chuckled as he blushed.

"I'm not even going to ask…." Kirk said. Alana bit her lip in order not to laugh. "It appears Mr. Spock is pleased with your work," Alana looked at the Captain surprised.

"He is?" She said in disbelief.

"He said and I quote…" Kirk cleared his voice and did his best imitation of Spock. "I am pleased with the progress Cadet Green has man, I am confident, she will be sent back to the academy and have no further issue…"

"H-He said that…" Alana said voice displaying how she felt.

"Yes, he is recommending that you'll be put off probation by the end of your sentence," He said.

"Thank you, Sir." Alana said smiling.

"Do you have any idea what a pain you are," Kirk said smirking.

"I've been told that multiple times, Sir."

"I have to say… I'm going to miss you being on the Enterprise," Kirk said sincerely.

"You all are just alright…" Alana smirked.

"Oh, not going to miss any of us? Not even going to miss messing with Chekov?" He said eyes widening, looking mischievous

"Well, I didn't say I won't miss that," Alana smirked.

"Congratulations," Kirk says dismissing her. Alana smiled and walked out. Kirk didn't see the look of sadness on her face, she had on her face as she turned to walk back to her quarters.

Spock decided to try his father again, but with no success. This made him uneasy. His father never rejected his call, even when they weren't on the best of terms. He closed his eyes. His father's mind was blocking him again. His mind was there, sure, just out of reach.

"Spock, you here?"

"In hear, Nyota," He said softly.

"What's wrong, I felt…" Uhura said stopping right in front of him.

"Father knows, and is mentally blocking me," He said.

"Your anxious…" Uhura nodded. Spock gave her a look and she sighed.

"I know… your hardly anxious," Uhura said sighing. "Why would he do that?"

"I do not know," He said trying to keep his mind clear. "Vulcan's don't normally do that, with their offspring, and our connection isn't as strong a bond in the first place"

"Because you're half human," Uhura said understanding. "Could it just be the connection wavering?"
"I don't know Nyota," Spock frowned. "All I know is that I feel…. off"

Uhura looked at Spock started. He had seen him have an emotional breakdown, but never once had he spoke out load to what he was feeling. Whatever it was, must be troubling him. She didn't know much about Vulcans, because they were such private people, even more so now.

"Have you ever felt like that?" Uhura asked. Spock nodded. The look on his face answered her next question.

"It's not going to happen again…." Uhura said.

"You can't make a promise like that, Nyota," He pointed out.

"I can't, but we can damn well try,"