The Beginning...

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I had to go back to the bridge with a silent Spock, while a frantic Leo ushered Jim and the High Council to be checked out in med bay. The walk back to the bridge was a silent one, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Though I might not have actually met my Dad, I still knew of him and his death still pained me. Spock, though, had a different situation. He met and was raised by his mother. Now she's gone, and that alone had him silent.

"Captain," I said before we entered the lift. "Would it be alright if I were to go to med bay? I feel that is where I belong at the moment."

Spock simply nodded. I looked at him. He was sad and angry, I could tell by his eyes. "I apologise about your mother's death, Captain." I told him. "I know it pains you, not having her here, but, Captain, she'll always be in your memories." I knew it was a bit cheesy, what I said, but there really wasn't another way to put it.

I was a bit hesitant, but I did so anyway. I put my hand on his shoulder. "If you ever need to talk about it, Captain, just know that I'm the best there is to talk about it." I quickly patted his shoulder and walked towards med bay.

The hallways were still busy as ever with people running up and down them. It seemed unreal compared to the acting captain. I didn't expect much from the him when I saw his mother was gone, but it hurt when I saw his face.

It reminded me of my mom when she reminded herself about Dad. Her eyes would go misty and distant. She'd still have that same shocked look on her face when she realised he really wasn't there.

She'd look down at Jim or I or both of us, since we looked so similar to him (more Jim than me; during my teenage years my hair changed slowly to brown, while Jim's stayed blonde with just a tint of brown), and gave us a weary smile. Even if he wasn't with her, she had Jim and I to remind her why he did what he did. But the longer she looked at us the more she wanted to forget that her partner in life was gone and left 3 things for her to remind her of him.

As soon as Jim and I could attend school, she sent the three of us (George, Jim, and I) to Uncle Frank, whom we hated with a passion (at least George did more than the two of us) and she went off planet, multiple times. She wanted to forget Dad. But as hard as she could try, it didn't work.

I thought about it as I walked to med bay. I was now roaming the halls finding a way to have a few moments to myself as I thought things through. My feet took me to engineering, I don't know why as I didn't really have good friends there. I had acquaintances, but that was about it.

Anyhow, I saw a red shirt bended over a pipe line. I looked at the pipe. It was criss crossing, perpendicular, and parallel to many other pipe lines. Then I remembered that Olson was the head engineer, and that his deputy engineer was someone named Watson. I decided to tell him of his temporary position.

"Excuse me," I said as I got closer. The redshirt didn't move, possibly it didn't hear me. "Excuse me!" I said louder than before. It was then I heard how loud I was. The section of engineering I walked into was empty with the exception of this redshirt. It was strange, but I guess the work that needed to be done here was a job for one.

Anyway, the redshirt at last looked up. It was a him, a very handsome him. With his dark brown hair, square rimmed glasses, and dirty hands. I found myself staring. I quickly shook my head. "Sorry, but do you happen to know where Engineer Watson is?" I asked, sounding confident it surprised me.

"What do you need from Watson?" He retorted in what seemed to be an Scottish accent.

"It's about Engineer Olson." I answered hiding my surprise to his rudeness. "Do you know where he is?"