hey guys, so we're onto the film and we all know what happens in the film right? Or do we? Keep reading because I've added a few new scenes (especially in the chapter after this one) and a new ending, and a few little snippets of what I think the future holds for Spock and Nyota after the film ends.

Spock's hand reached out to the empty space in front of him. He stepped forwards looking down at the glowing dome, empty. The pad was empty. He turned to look at his father and saw confirmation in his eyes. The universe still existed. Space and time still move intimately entwined, but she was gone.

Spock took the list from the commander as he exited the hall, he read the emergency briefing as he walked to the shuttle pad, Vulcan, his home planet was suffering from seismic activity and had sent out a distress call. It had to be a lot of seismic activity to cause the council to ask for federation help. All planets have a lifeline, they are all born and they all die, but Vulcan was at least two billion years of that point, it should not show seismic activity, there had been no large solar flares that could set off seismic activity in one thousand two hundred and three years two months and twenty six days. There were several large volcano complexes on Vulcan but they were dormant, there was a possibility of them coming out of dormancy with very little warning signs though. It was a very small possibility but tout of all of those that Spock could immediately come up with it was the most likely. He made a mental list of duties as he reached the entrance to the shuttle pod. He quickly picked out the group of science cadets only a few meters from the entrance he walked over to the group and loudly cleared his throat to get their attention. All as one they turned to him hands folded behind their backs, it was a sign of a good disciplined group he approved. Spock started to read out the names and designations of science teams. The list had been drafted in case of emergencies when the main armada were to far away to reach the planet in distress (such as this one) to assign final year students to to ships. He had completed one such list himself for linguistic students before the start of the year. As he finished reading off the list and said dismissed he heard Nyota in his mind.

SPOCK!

She was angry and he knew that it was due to him assigning her to the Farragut all those months ago. It had been an emotional act as he had felt at the time that he could not have functioned correctly with her on board. That had been around the time of his visit to Vulcan when he'd wanted to undergo Kohlinahr. He would have changed it but he had not seen the need as just after graduation he would have to go over those list again and either confirm or rearrange their placements. To have changed it would have drawn a lot of attention and he needed to avoid attention being drawn to him and Nyota. He headed to the nearest computer terminal to check which shuttle he had been assigned to. He heard her wide stride behind him.

"Commander a word?" Her voice was tense.

"Yes Lieutenant"

"Was I not one of your top students? "

"Indeed you were."

Nyota, you should board your designated shuttle.

He walked away from her heading to his shuttle. She followed him, unconsciously two steps behind him.

"And did I not on multiple occasions demonstrate acceptable oral sensitivity, and I quote an unparalleled ability to identify sonic anomalies in subspace transmission tests.

"Consistently yes."

He turned to face her.

"And whilst you are well aware of my unqualified desire to serve on the U.S.S Enterprise I'm assigned to the Farragut."

Why did you do this Spock.

Though her spoken voice was angry her mind was confused and hurt, he had to explain this.

As he took a quick look around to make sure that nobody was listening he spoke to her through their link.

It was during the summer I did not change it as

"It was an attempt to avoid the appearance of favouritism"

"No I'm assigned to the Enterprise."

He looked down into her eyes, he admired her determination, it was one of the many things he loved about her.

You would have assigned me to the Enterprise even if we were not in a relationship, based upon my academic performance, admit it.

Spock looked down at his pad and quickly typed in the commands to switch her name from one list to another.

"Yes I believe you are." He said allowed answering her last spoken comment.

"Thank you."

I love you. Her minds voice practically whispered.

Spock looked around as the shuttle bay cleared of people. It seemed everything was under control, it was time for him to leave. Time to go home.

"We're waiting on you commander." Spock turned around and nodded at the Ensign who was leaning out the shuttle door. He turned on his heels and walked up the three stairs of the shuttle bending his head as he entered and finding the one seat left. The cadets around him were a mixture of tense and excited. He closed his mind off to them and took a few deep breaths of the dry recycled air. He felt a slight tingle in the back of his mind and turned to look down the isle. Nyota was there looking directly at him.

Are you alright?

Yes.

Spock?

Nyota, I must concentrate on clearing my mind before reaching Enterprise so I can do my duty.

He saw Nyota give a slight nod and felt some kind of warmth come over him. He knew Nyota was trying to comfort him, he relented and took it in.

Spock handed a PADD of instructions to a yeoman to take to engineering.

"Engineer Denson says everything's ready to go when you are sir." She said as she received it.

"Thank you Yeoman, make sure he gets this as quickly as possible."

He walked into the turbo lift and tapped the screen ordering it to go to the bridge. In the few seconds of quietness he felt his mind wondering back to Vulcan and the dangers that it faced, had he overlooked a possibility? Was the planet beginning an early death and if the planet could not be stabilised how long would they have for the evacuation? How many lives would be lost?

The door clicked open and he shook himself from his thoughts and walked onto the bridge of the Enterprise for the first time. He had to concentrate on work he couldn't let the worry for his home interfere. It was there within him and he could admit it was there but he could not let it interfere with the job he had to do. After all a moments hesitation, something missed through distraction could cost multiple lives.

"Mr. Spock." Chris said loudly. The title from the familiar voice helped focus Spock. He was the second in command of the Enterprise and his friend was now Captain first, friend second.

He immediately turned on all his equipment, as he answered.

"Captain Engineering reports ready for launch."

"Thank you."

He turned in his seat, the science officers seat. All the equipment had been okayed by him, the seat made exactly for his height. This was going to be his place for the next few years, an idea that appealed to him with all the access to sensor arrays, mapping equipment, and the computers full of up to date databases. Information, passed and present at his fingertips.

Spock concentrated on typing in the set list of instructions he had to program into the computer for it to brought out of space dock safely as the Captain gave a short speech and the rest of the bridge crew underwent the multiple sequences needed to ensure the new ship was ready for warp.

Spock heard the captain give the command for maximum warp but Spock did not feel the slight second of dizziness that came with entering warp nor the sound of the warp-stream surrounding them. Instead there was a slight whirring sound and perfect stillness, he turned to look at the helmsman, the young man was tapping at the controls obviously trying to determine what had gone wrong.

"Lieutenant where is helmsman McKanna?" Chris asked patiently.

"He has lung worm, sir. He couldn't report to his post. I'm Hikaru Sulu." The young man announced confidently.

"And you are a pilot, right?"

"Very much so, sir. I'm uh, I'm not sure what's wrong here."

Chris shot Spock a quick look, Spock could understand his annoyance he too was desperate to get to Vulcan, of course Chris would never call a young man on his first real mission incompetent.

"Is the parking break on?"

"Uh No I'll figure it out. I'm just..."

"Have you disengaged the external inertial dampener?" Spock asked realizing the cause of the whirring sound. A mistake made easily from lack of experience.

The helmsman pushed a few buttons.

"Ready for warp, sir."

"Let's punch it."

This time they went into warp.

Spock was running a systems check when the bridge door opened, the hurried footsteps caught his attention, yeomen never ran.

"Captain! Captain Pike, sir.."

"Jim, come back here!"

Spock turned shocked to see Nyota on the bridge, as well as Kirk who wasn't even supposed to be on the ship and McCoy. . Kirk, damned him, is he completely without honour? Dragging Nyota into into whatever he was doing, he hoped it didn't affect her record. He couldn't imagine her getting herself deeply into anything Kirk would get himself involved in.

"We have to stop the ship!" Kirk shouted.

"Kirk, how the hell did you get on-board the Enterprise?" Chris asked. The disruption Kirk and McCoy were causing would waste valuable time, Spock stood up ready to step In when needed.

Nyota? He mentally asked for an explanation. He felt her rush towards him stopping a few feet away.

"Captain, this man is under the influence of a sever reaction to a vaccine." McCoy explained.

"Bones, please..."

"He's completely delusional and I take full responsibility."

"Vulcan is not experiencing a natural disaster. It's being attacked by Romulans." Kirk stated. Spock immediately considered the possibility, though Vulcan and Romulan relations had always been tense there had been no warnings, no threats, or border infringements. Vulcans were beyond Romulans in terms of technology so an attack was risky and therefore unlikely.

"Romulans? Cadet Kirk I think you've had enough attention for one take Jim back to medical. We'll have words later." Chris said dismissing him.

"Eye captain."

The captain turned his back on them, Spock stiffened ready to attack as Kirk moved towards the Captain in a possibly threatening way.

"Look sir that same anomaly that we saw today."

"Kirk!" Chris said, the young Man was ignoring direct orders and interfering with the bridge crews preparations to come out of warp.

Spock stepped forwards, it was time to intervene.

'Mr kirk is not cleared to be aboard this vessel captain. By regulations.."

"Look I get it. You're a great arguer." Kirk started to talk over him.

"That makes him a stowaway."

"I'd love to do it again sometime."

"I can remove the cadet."

"Try it!" Kirk turned to him aggressively.

"Kirk!" Chris shouted trying to regain control of the situation. Spock could feel his own control starting to slip. He was concerned for Vulcan, for his family and now Kirk was irritating him.

"This cadet is trying to save the bridge." Kirk shouted.

"By recommending a full stop mid-warp during a rescue mission?" It was a ridiculous statement.

Kirk turned to Captain Pike.

"Listen to me, it's an attack."

"Based on what facts?" Spock asked.

"That same anomaly, a lightning storm in space that we saw today, also occurred on the day of my birth, before a Romulan ship attacked the U.S.S Kelvin. You know that, sir, I read your dissertation. That ship that had formidable and advanced weaponry, was never seen or heard from again."

Spock tried to push away his irritation. He couldn't let his emotions control him. He quickly considered the likelihood of an unknown anomaly appearing twice with the possibility that the lightning storm was some kind of manipulation of the space stream that allowed for travel over vast distances, he had never heard of any known civilization being close to that kind of technology.

"The Kelvin attack took place on the edge of Klingon space, and at 2300 hours last night, there was an attack. Forty-seven Klingon war birds destroyed by Romulans, sir, and it was reported that the Romulans were in one ship, one massive ship." Kirk added.

Spock quickly added up the situation, it seemed to add up and explain how Vulcan could go Into seismic distress without any prior warning but Kirk's information could be wrong.

"And you know of this Klingon attack how?" Chris asked.

Kirk turned to stare at Nyota. Spock knew the expression on her face the one where she was trying to decided between the lesser of two evils and knows either way she'll probably end up worse off. It only lasted a second. She took a deep breath.

"Sir, I interrupted and translated the message myself. Kirk's report is accurate."

"We're warping into a trap, sir." Kirk said.

Spock added the information up quickly, he ran formula's in his mind trying to work out the likelihood of certain situations.

"The cadets logic is sound. And Lieutenant Uhura is unmatched in xenolinguistics we would be wise to accept her conclusion."

Chris's expression was grave.

"Scan Vulcan Space. Check for any transmissions in Romulan."

"Sir I'm not sure I can distinguish the Romulan language from Vulcan." The Lieutenant on the com system answered.

Chris approach Nyota.

"What about you? Do you speak Romulan Cadet.." He hesitated, Spock knew it was because he usually calls her Mrs Spock.

"Uhura. All three dialects, Sir."

"Uhura relive the lieutenant."

Spock could feel Nyota's shock and slight worry.

You are experienced enough to handle this situation. Spock prompted her.

"Yes, sir." She answered Chris turning to sit herself at the communication console and immediately start altering the frequencies like the pro that she was.

"Hannity hail the U.S.S Trueman." Chris ordered.

"All the other ships are out of warp, sir, and have arrived at Vulcan, but we seem to have lost all contact." Hannity answered.

It was a bad sign it supports Kirk's theory.

"Sir I pick up no Romulan transmissions, or transmissions of any kind in the area." Nyota said her hand confusion coming through to Spock from their link. There were so many emotions flying around Spock's was having trouble separating them and concentrating on the situation at hand, it was the definite down side to being a telepath.

"It's because they're being attacked." Kirk said saying allowed what everybody was thinking.

All eyes watched captain he walked back to his seat.

"Shields up red alert." He announced calmly.

Spock could feel the oppressive worry of the rest of the ship, all feeling a collective sense of dread as they heard the red alert sound.

He shifted to face the view screen noting Kirk's presence besides him.

"Arrival in Vulcan in five seconds. " Sulu announced.

"Four, three, two."

Spock felt Kirk's eyes on him and turned to return the glance then hearing the whir of the ship dropping out of wrap flicked his attention back to the view screen. It took him a split moment to process what he was seeing in front of him, Huge metal shapes, torn apart, flashes of red fire, the whole armada destroyed. All his students on the other ships, all the other lecturers, all dead.

God, there all gone.

He doubted Nyota had meant her inner voice to be heard by him. As he saw a large piece of metal printed with the word Farragut floated pasted the screen he was struck with the thought that if she hadn't had demanded to be moved then she would ... he couldn't think it.

Hold on Nyota.

"Emergency evasive!" Chris shouted, no longer calm.

"On it Sir,."

Spock reached back to his station ready to help .

There was a blur of noises as Spock stared at the information streaming in front of him, Five ships, no escape pods, no life signs.

Spock was jerked to the side as the ship was hit, he heard clunking sounds as the ship was bombarded by debris.

"Damage report!"

"Deflector shields are holding."

"All stations! Engineer Olson, report!" Spock turned as he shouted. He saw that the ship was doing a full turn through the middle of some of the large pieces of debris but half a saucer, larger than the Enterprise herself heading towards them.

"Full reverse. Come about Starboard 90 degrees. Drop us down underneath them Sulu" The captain ordered.

There was another jerk that almost threw Spock from his seat there was the dreadful sound of mental rendering away from the ship, Spock knew that meant, there was a definite hull breach and anybody within that section would have been immediately killed by the pressure, suffocated or dragged into space.

His instruments located a working ship within the debris but he size of it was completely wrong, the sensors must have been out. He turned to look to the view screen. He felt immediately cold as if somebody had thrown a bucket of ice cold water over him. There was a massive ship, unlike anything he had ever seen before hanging in the atmosphere over Vulcan. It seemed like there was some kind of metal implement hanging down towards the planet. He turned his attention back to the consul, he knew he had to concentrate. Within two seconds of looking back to the consul a warning flashed up on screen.

"Captain, they're locking torpedoes." Spock shouted.

"Divert auxiliary power from port nacelles to forward shields."

He saw the missiles on his radar screen, they missed the ship by mere meters as Sulu swivelled the ship. Then they were hit. Spock could not help glancing around to look for Nyota to check he was alight. Three others had been knocked clear from their chairs but were still conscious, Nyota was bracing herself against the consul her head down. He could feel her fear but it only took him seconds for her to straighten herself and continue working. Spock looked back to his consul. Level five had been hit the blast doors had closed in a matter of seconds but still half a deck had been taken destroyed. The ship was still structurally secure for now . Spock looked at the sensor data in front of him trying to figure to figure out why they were not picking up any kinds of transmissions, not even background noise from Vulcan.

"Sulu status report."

"Shields at 32%. Their weapons are powerful, sir. We can't take another hit like that. "

"Get me Star Fleet command."

"Captain the Romulan ship has lowered some kind of high-energy pulse device into the Vulcan atmosphere Its signal appears to be blocking our communications and transport abilities." Spock said realizing what was wrong with the transmissions.

"All power to forwards shields. Prepare to fire all weapons."

"Captain we're being hailed." Nyota said standing up to see the screen.

Spock turned to see the screen fill with a face. It was definitely a Romulan face the tribal tattooing and slightly pointed ears revealed that. The final confirmation of Kirk' s theory, apparently the young man wasn't as gormless as he seemed.

"Hello." The Romulan said.

Captain Pike stood up.

"I'm Captain Christopher Pike. To Whom am I speaking?"

"Hi, Christopher. I'm Nero." The Romulan answered in a casual conversational tone. The use of the word Hi revealed that he was actually speaking standard and it was not the universal translator.

"You've declared War against the federation. Withdraw, I'll agree to arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral location."

"I do not speak for the empire. We stand apart. As does your Vulcan crew member. Isn't that right, Spock?"

Spock stood up, he was completely confused. He was sure he had never met this Romulan before as he had in fact never met a Romulan before. Vulcans and Romulans although at one time part of the same race had gone their separate ways thousands of years previously. Where Vulcan's embraced logic Romulans had kept to their previous volatile nature. The two peoples regarded each other with quiet respect but kept their distance. He wondered how it was possible that a Romulan knew his name and of his presence on the ship. Although he was the first Vulcan to enter into Star Fleet and he was a respected scientist and son of an Ambassador it was still strange that anybody outside the federation would know his name and placement.

"Pardon me, I do not believe that you and I are acquainted."

"We're not. Not yet."

Spock considered this, there were two either meant them to be acquainted, or that the ship was from a different time. It definitely had advance weaponry and there was the unexplained phenomenon. But it was still an illogical conclusion it was more likely that the former was true. Unfortunately Spock did not think he was going to enjoy their acquaintance.

"Spock there's something I would like you to Pike your transporter has been disabled. As you see by the rest of your Armada, you have no will man a shuttle craft and come aboard the Narada for is all."

There was a moment of tense silence as the screen went blank.

"He'll kill you. You know that." Kirk said.

"Your survival is unlikely." Spock said, his mind tried to search for an alternative solution. If he watched him leave the Enterprise their was a good chance he wouldn't see him again. He didn't want to work out the percentages of each possibility, the knew they wouldn't be in Chris's favour. Chris looks directly at Spock. It was a look that said a lot but Spock wasn't sure he could translate it properly. He wanted to reach out, he wanted to ask him not to go but he was a captain, he lived to do his duty and would do anything to protect the people on his ship, even if it meant giving his life for a temporary and untrained crew.

"Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy. Going over to that ship is a mistake." Kirk said.

"I, Too agree. You should rethink your strategy."

Please, my friend, don't do this. Spock thought, wishing that for once his telepathy was powerful enough for Chris to hear him.

"I understand that." Chris answered Kirk." I need officers who've been trained in advanced hand-to-hand combat.'

"I have training Sir." the navigator said.

"Come with me." Chris said."Kirk, you too. You're not supposed to be here anyway." He walked towards the turbo lift, Spock followed him, if Chris was going that meant he was going to be in charge of the Enterprise and he needed to get his instructions from Chris.

"Checkov you have the con." Chris said as the turbo lift doors closed.

"Aye-Aye Captain."

Their was a tense silence in the turbo lift as it went down, Chris seemed deep in thought but when the doors opened he came back to life with his usual energy and determination.

"Without transporters, we can't beam off the ship, we can't assist Vulcan, we can't do our jobs." He stated.

Spock realizes Chris was sacrificing himself to give the possibility of helping Vulcan. As captain, he always kept their last direct orders in mind even in a crisis.

"Mr Kirk, Mr Sulu, Engineer Olson will space-jump from the shuttle. You will land on that machine they've lowered into the atmosphere that's scrambling our gear. You'll get inside, you'll disable it, then you'll beam back to the ship."

Spock glances back at them, he wondered if the fate of a planet and a federation ship could really be put in the hands of a young man on academic suspension and one who forgot to turn off the external inertial dampener

"Mr. Spock, I'm leaving you in command of the enterprise." Spock gave a short nod, he was next in command so it was obvious, though rules stated it had to be stated.

Though Spock was the first officer it would be the first time other than on training missions he had taken control of a ship of more than twenty people. But he believed that by always following the most logical course of action he would always be doing the right thing. Despite this as acting Captain he must follow orders. So he listened intently to Chris as he gave them.

"Once we have transport capability and communications back up, you'll contact star fleet and report what the hells going on here. And if all else fails fall back and rendezvous with the fleet in the Laurentian system."

They were now at the turbo lift that went down to the shuttle bay.

"Kirk I'm promoting you to first officer." Chris said

Spock thought he might have misheard that final statement.

"What?"

"Captain?" Spock asked.

Chris gave a slight mischievous grin, even in the face of grave danger it seemed he kept that strange sense of humour.

"Please, I apologize, the complexities of Human pranks escape me." Spock said.

"It's not a prank, Spock. And I'm not the captain, you are."

Spock wondered if this was meant to be some kind of lesson.

"Lets go." Chris said.

Jim looks at Spock,cocky expression.

Chris Kirk and Sulu entered the lift.

"Sir, after we knock out that drill, what happens to you?" Kirk asked Chris.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to come and get me." Chris said quickly, he knew the possibility of that actually happening was quite low. "Careful with the ship Spock she's brand new."

Spock raised his eyebrow as he watched his friend disappear behind glass door. He was still so puzzled by Kirk being made second that that he didn't say goodbye to his only friend, or that trivial meaningless Human saying, good luck. He couldn't allow himself to worry about him now he has 412 other people he is now responsible for as well as being in charge of the last ship able to help Vulcan.

He paced quickly back to the bridge, making a short list in his mind of tasks he had to perform. As he entered the bridge he glanced back at his science station it was no longer his. He settled down into the Captains chair. He couldn't do anything for Vulcan until the Romulan machine was destroyed. Though this was no good thing it did allow him time to check on the status of the ship and it's crew.

You're Captain? He heard Nyota's voice in his mind.

I am standing in as Captain until Chris returns. He did not need to say that he did not think it likely that Chris would return and Nyota didn't push but he felt her worry for him.

Spock looked down at the buttons littering the armrest of the Captains chair, he found the com button.

"Doctor Puri, report."

"It's McCoy. Dr Puri was on deck 6. He's dead."

Doctor Puri had been the man who had saved his feathers life. Spock recalled the list of medical staff, McCoy was the next senior officer.

"Then you have just inherited his responsibility as chief medical officer." Spock informed him.

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know."

"The first known contraceptive was crocodile dung."

Spock heard a mumbling that sounded like the word smart ass.

"Can you report on the number of dead and injured."

"Seven dead, three major injuries but likely to survive, and a handful of minor abrasions and broken bones."

"Thank you Doctor, continue."

Next he connected to engineering for a full maintenance report, the ship was capable of going to wrap and the shields were up another five percent. Though deck six would be blocked off until they could dock.

"Sir, the shuttle has cleared Enterprise airspace." An ensign told him. Spock could not remember the young man's name but he was now in charge of protecting his life.

"Thank you ensign, keep me updated on any news of the Captain vitals and the shuttles status.

He looked up at the view screen which had just switched form a view of the enemy ship to a strange landscape, the crust of Vulcan at the bottom a metal platform dangling thousands of meters and ending about a third of the way up the screen and as he watched three coloured circles, red, yellow and blue. The crew members who had been sent to interrupt the jamming signal, free-falling through space.

"Away team is entering the atmosphere, sir."

The young Russian genius Checkov told him.

"Twenty thousand meters."

There was nothing Spock could do but wait to see what the outcome of the mission was, though all around him was a bustle of noise as his bridge crew monitored various things, if he was at his science station then he would know precisely what was going on but as captain it was his job to receive the information, not gather it, and then make decision based upon that knowledge. He knew where he'd rather be.

"Approaching the platform at 5,800 meters. "

Kirk to Enterprise. Distance to target, 5,000 meters.

"Forty-six hundred meters from the platform." Checkov announced mere seconds later.

"Forty-five hundred meters to target." This was Sulu.

"Four thousand meters." Kirk again.

"Three thousand meters." Sulu shouted repeated a half second later by Olson.

"Two thousand meters." Kirk announced followed by Sulu. " Pulling Chute."

"Two thousand meters." The gruff voice Spock knew from elimination to be Olson said.

"Come on, pull your chute, Olson!"

Spock started to watch that red dot denoting Olson more closely. Kirk had not meant the message to be sent to the Enterprise but their helmets had been programmed to immediately broadcast everything and Nyota had put it on bridge speakers so Spock could know exactly what was happening.

"No, not yet! Not yet! 1,500 meters!" There was something frantic in his voice, a strange kind of excitement though if he opened the chute to late he would take the landing to fast and their was a possibility of missing the target or injuring himself. The man was not acting logically.

"Olson open your chute!"

Spock thought he heard a small inkling of command in that shout.

"Olson pull your chute!"

Spock heard a delighted laugh, perhaps the destruction of the secondary fleet and the loss of his classmates had driven the man to insanity.

'One thousand meters!" Olson cried.

"Olson!" Sulu's cry was heard throughout the bridge and thorough the corner of his eye Spock saw people swivelling in their chairs to watch the view screen as he little red circle blinked off.

"Ol..Olson is gone, sir!" Checkov said stuttering in shock

A needless loss of life, how could somebody be so careless anybody with even the most rudimentary knowledge of physics would know that at the speed he was falling he could not make a clean landing. He was that man's captain, he was responsible for that man's life but if he could not follow the simplest of commands, if he took risks for sudden influx of hormones, then how could Spock protect his life.

"Kirk has landed, sir." Checkov announced.

There were a tense few minutes, Spock could feel the joint emotions of his bridge crew. Underneath the worry and the fear their was a shocking hum of excitement. Just a few minds and only a small amount but it was their. Spock's planet was in an unknown danger, his friend was on a hostile alien ship, perhaps already dead, and the Humans minds were humming with excitement. Finally, Nyota's voice came clearly over the whispers of the rest of the bridge crew.

"The jamming signals gone, Transporter abilities are re-established."

"Transporter control is re-engaged sir." Checkov said. Kirk had somehow managed to perform his duty. Spock had been waiting for this, he knew the next step to take.

"Checkov run gravitational sensors I want to know what they are doing to the planet."

"Eye commander, ah captain, sorry captain."

"Kirk to enterprise they just launched something into the planet. through the hole they just drilled."

Spock could hear the sound of the bridge crews collective voices grow more frantic and louder, it did not bode well.

"Captain, gravitation sensors are off the scale, if my calculations are correct then their creating a singularity." Young Checkov turned to Spock, he felt that sinking sensation in his stomach, it seemed his brain froze. He could not think a single word, somewhere inside of him he knew what the next words were going to be but he could not admit it to himself.

"That will consume the planet." " They're creating a black hole at the centre of Vulcan." He needed the confirmation, it didn't seem like it could be true though logic told him it was a possibility and what is logic if not excepting and following the truth. Vulcan was going to be destroyed, all those lives, death screams, his parents, the culture all gone, he must save what can be saved.

"Yes sir."

"How long does the planet have ?"

"Minutes sir, minutes."

Spock stood, he knew he must go to Vulcan. He tried to think clearly as he walked but his brain felt as if surrounded by a thick milky liquid. His parents would be at the katric ark. Where all the knowledge of the ancients were kept. Their katras, the part of every Vulcan that remained after death was drawn their. He must save the elders who resided over and protected the mountain, saving them would save the essence of the Vulcan culture. He saw Nyota to the side of him.

"contact Vulcan command centre, order a planet wide evacuation. All channels all frequencies, maintain standard orbit ." Spock ordered before walking to the turbo lift.

"Spock wait." Nyota called. " Where are you going?"

He had to tell her, he could not disappear and leave his wife without telling her why.

"To evacuate the Vulcan high council they are tasked with protecting our cultural history. My parents will be among them."

"Can't you beam them out."

"It would be impossible they will be in the Katric arc, I must get them myself. Checkov, you have the con." The turbo lift door closed.

I must save what I can. Spock, communicated quietly to Nyota as the lift went down.

Just come back.

I fully intend to.

Spock pictured the Enterprise's schematics in his mind. He went down three floors to the deck where the main transporter was. To the side of the door to the transporter room there was a black glass pad. Spock pressed his palm against it, a white beam ran down the centre scanning his fingerprints.

" Hello Commander Spock." The computer's female voice announced as the wall panel slide open revealing rows of yellow combat belts, phasers, translators and communicators. He unhooked a yellow belt and again pressed his thumb to a small pad allowing him to unhook a phaser and communicator. As he turned into the transporter room he noted that Checkov was in the room, the thought that he was meant to have the con quickly flashed through his mind. Sulu and Kirk were spread out on the transporter. They were back but he needed them out the way.

" Clear the pad. I'm beaning to the surface." He fastened the belt around his waist. He quickly checked the phaser to make sure it was loaded properly.

Kirk Sulu gets up.

"The surface of what? Wait are you going down there? Are you nuts? Spock, you can't do that!"

Dawns on him he is leaving Kirk as captain of the enterprise

He positioned his body in a protective stance that would allow him to burst straight into a sprint when he got to the ground.

He might very well die, but he would die for the culture that spawned him. Though as he had told Nyota, he had every intention of surviving.

"Energise."

"Spock!"

he felt the familiar feeling of his atoms being disconnected it was like a tingling under his skin and a slight moment of blackness as if blinking. In front of him were the familiar mountains of his home, they were crumbling. He could see the katric ark in front of him a small archway in the side of the biggest mountain. He was running up the steep incline before his mind could tell his legs to do so. His footfalls felt heavy after so long on earths gravity. He reached the archway, he knew the route from a childhood visit. It took him twenty-three seconds to get through the long tunnel that opened out into the large room with it's high volted ceilings and massive statues of ancient philosophers and even older warriors. There was a group around the middle statue of Surek. They were using telepathy to connect to the katras of the greats ensuring they would not be destroyed.

As Spock ran up the steps he raised his arm to block some falling rocks from the crumbling ceiling. He saw his mother on the far side of the statue stand up.

"Spock!"

" The planet has only seconds left. We must evacuate." Spock said, the Vulcan elders managed to look shocked. Something briefly passed between them and they all turned to hurry towards the exit.

"Mother, now."

He reached for her hand, she was slower than the others but he ran besides her so that he could guard her.

He heard a great rumble and the floor shook. He heard a high pitched screech in his mind. He had never heard anything like it but he knew exactly what it was. A death scream, somebody had been hit by one of the great statues falling, through the small parental connections in his mind he knew it was not his father. There was no time to stop, he placed a comforting hand on his mothers back as they ran.

They were half way through the tunnel when their was another of those short mental screeches, all Vulcan being connected they could feel the deaths of those physically (and mentally) close to them. He had never expected the sensation to cause physical pain but it did, like a sharp splinter briefly poked into the mind. He could feel his mothers fear through their skin to skin contact. He was relieved when they came out of the tunnel into the sun. He kept running further towards the edge of the ledge. He had to get six feet away from the mountain to get a clear signal on the communicator due to the telepathic interference. He flipped it open.

" Spock to Enterprise. Get us out now."

"Locking volume. Don't move stay right where you are." The strong accented voice of Checkov answered him.

The scene in front of Spock was the worst thing he had ever seen. Magma bursting to the surface through cracked mantle, the whole world crumbling from inside out. His home, the familiar horizons of his youth, the place Nyota had said she loved him and the only place he had known as a child.

He felt a slight relief when the familiar tingling wrapped around and inside his body, but it lasted no more than half a second something flashed in his mind, a kind of warning that he was missing something very important. The vibrations he could feel beneath his feet was the base of the mountain crumbling. The ledge was about to fall away.

"Transport in five, four, three, two..."

He looked at his mother, she was too close to the edge, closer than him. He opened his mouth to warn her, to tell her to get away from the edge. She turned to look at him, her warm eyes met his with a look of knowing that instantly terrified him. He heard her scream before his eyes could tell him that she had disappeared from view.

"MOTHER!"

He reached for her.

His eyes are fixed on that space but their is that moment of darkness and then the hot air is cool and the red-light is whiter and his body feels less heavy. He knows he is on the Enterprise but the knowledge seems to filter through to him slowly as if he cannot quite fit everything together. His hand is reaching out to the empty space in front of him. He stepped forwards looking down at the glowing dome, empty. The pad was empty. He turned to look at his father and saw confirmation in his eyes. The universe still existed. Space and time still move intimately entwined, but she was gone. His mother was gone.

This was written in an extremely disjointed manner, did it still work out okay?