"They're working their way to the bridge Admiral."
"I know Spock! I've locked all of the doors already and put us on red there's nothing more I can do at the moment. We're stuck." Spock got up and looked Kirk square in the face. "I know Spock, I know. Paria and Wes are in good hands." Bones entered the room. "Bones! Our children!"
"Are in good hands, but sir Klingons have taken over the sickbay."
"We are being hailed Admiral," said Sulu.
"On screen."
" Hello Kirk. I am Captain K'Tula, surrender your ship to us and your ship and its crew will not meet the same fate as the others." Spock looked from Kirk to their captor. "Just to add a little more insensitive," K'Tula held up Wes in one hand and Paria in the other, " I will kill them in five minutes if you do not give me my answer." The transmission cut out. All of the crew on the bridge looked at Kirk whose face had become red.
"We have to think of the crew..." Spock managed to say, trying to hold back all emotion.
"What about our children!" Kirk exploded. "What about them! How can you have no emotion when your children have been kidnapped, by Klingons no less!"
"Because if I do... who knows what I would do!" Spock yelled back, his emotions starting to leak out of him. His movements became rigid as he tried to pull himself together, although the truth was that he wanted to let all of it out like what he did when Kirk died, but now was not the time.
"What are we going to do Captain?" Chekov asked quietly. Kirk leaned back in his chair looking defeated.
"I... I don't know..."
"We could lie." Everyone turned and looked at the Vulcan in disbelief. "You could, I mean. Tell him we give up the ship, get our children back, and leave."
"You're not really going to do that Jim?" Bones asked.
"Do I have another choice? Hail their captain." The Klingon came on screen. "With great regret I surrender the U.S.S. Enterprise to you..." Spock watch is husband's face fall and shoulders slump. "Now the children and my crew--"
"About them," He held up an unconscious Wes. Paria was screaming in the background. "I am becoming, attached to them. They amuse me." The transmission cut out. Spock grabbed a phaser and headed out.
"Spock! SPOCK! Get back in here!" Kirk yelled. Spock was out the door before he heard any more. He was going to get his children back. He overrided the doors to get them to open. Spock was met with frantic crew members being hunted down by Klingon soldiers. He slowly made his way through the ship to find his children. When he got to the sickbay it was ransacked. several bodies were on the floor. He heard a faint call of his name come from Dr. McCoy's office.
"Mr. Spock? Is that you?" Spock went over to Phoebe. She was badly injured. " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I thought they'd be safe..." Spock performed a mind meld to see what happened to his children. He probed through Phoebe's mind and learned his children's location and fate. Spock released her and wiped her tears off of his hands. "I am truly sorry Spock..."
"It was not your fault Miss Berret. Now shall we fix you up?" Spock knew helping Phoebe would only slow him down, but he needed her help. She was shot in the leg and was bleeding.
"Spock, go save your children, I'm only going to slow you down..." She gave him a pathetic smile. "Go..." Spock gave her some pain killers and the equipment she needed to patch herself up. He left. Spock worked his way to where the Klingons docked with the ship.
"Spock? What are you doing down here?" Scotty asked and came out from the shadows.
"I am going to look for my children," he replied bluntly.
"They've taken them onto the ship. When we--"
"I have to go and get them. Kirk surrendered the ship."
"What?! Kirk gave up the Enterprise!"
"Yes, or else they were going to kill the children and the crew. That is why I need to get them back." Spock worked his way onto the Klingon ship. Scotty prepared his phaser and followed him in.
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The Family Frontieer
FanfictionEarth, the final destination. This is a tale of Kirk and Spock. Their mission: to to try and not to kill each other or their children, and to boldly go where no marriage has ever gone before...