Kirk's Daughter

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"How was your first day, Fallon?" asked the captain the next day after I'd gotten cleaned up and had rested.

"Very eventful for sure. Not overwhelming at all though."

We were walking to the bridge together after eating, and I saw Shana again; he looked the same as before. I wondered if that was just his relaxed face.

"Good. I thought it might be too much for you."

I smiled. "It's a big change from only ever going to school and visiting Uncle Scotty at Star Fleet. Do things like that happen often?"

"No, not exactly. It is always new though, I've never had a single day that was the same as the last."

"Is it fun, on the calm days?"

"Looking back, it's fun even in the dangerous times. It's one of those things that you can look back and laugh about later."

I chuckled and walked in. "Captain on bridge," Sulu said.

Spock was already sitting at his station. "Captain, the Klingons do not appear to be following us. However their camouflaging abilities are great and they could be right next to us."

"Thank you, Mr. Spock."

Spock glanced at me for a moment before looking back at the nonsense he was able to make sense of. He was really the only thing keeping my dad from appearing to be a failure. The first officer generally is the glue there, and our glue was quite strong. Spock wouldn't let my dad be demoted if for an illogical reason. If it was for every reason it has been in the past though...

The Vulcan mind must be so complex, I thought. Complex, yes, but also boring. All the space used to house emotions and individual feelings is overrun by logical thought processes. A life without emotions, although I wished for it in the past, would be terrible. Then again, it keeps one from feeling everything they don't want to feel.

"Fallon," called the captain, snapping me out of thought.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Scott's communicator isn't working. Make sure he's alright." I nodded and left. It seemed I was the messenger, not that I minded. It sent me to different parts of the ship, and I haven't been sent to talk to people I don't know yet.

Just as the door closed, I caught a hurried, "Captain," from Spock. Whatever it was, they could figure it out. I'd just be confusing myself if I stayed, not to mention Spock's reaction to me disobeying direct orders. He would flip over that.

"Mr. Scott?" I asked, knocking on his door.

"Aye, what ya want?" he called back drowsily.

"The captain's trying to contact you and can't reach you. He wanted me to make sure you were alright."

He opened the door and I saw him still in pajamas. "Tell the cap'ain I'll be out in ten minutes," he said, yawning in the middle of his sentence.

I nodded and walked away, coming back onto the bridge to find everyone in a state of chaos.

"Spock, take Fallon away from here," ordered the captain.

"Sir, I don't think-"

"Now, Spock."

He came over and put his hand on the small of my back to lead me off the bridge and back into the kitchens, which was in the center of the ship. Both our communicators were going off, mine with Chekov on the other end.

"What is happening?" he asked. "I just saw large ship, but it vanished! I cannot get through to the captain either."

"I don't know. I think Spock was right though. The Klingons' camouflage has gotten better."

The signal cut out and I frowned, attempting to retreive it. Nothing. "They must be intercepting our signals," said Spock. "Mine is not working either."

When the emergency lights flicked on and I could practically hear the captain shouting at everyone, I told Spock to go back. "I will not leave."

"You need to. There's nothing you can do here other than look at me, but you could be helping Kirk and the rest of the crew."

He looked at me sharply, something else I had become accustomed to. "I do not care if they would like my help, they will get by without it."

"Why don't you want to go back?"

"My instructions, although unspoken, were to keep you safe. That is what I will do."

Unspoken? Spock must understand human emotions a lot more than he lets on. I simply nodded.

Lights began swirling around my body. "Spock," I said scaredly.

He didn't look frightened; he just grabbed my wrist. The lights then covered him, and we were beamed out of the Enterprise.