Disclaimer: Chapter 1

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It wasn't long before Spock came up and took the Captain's Chair, sending relief flooding through my entire being as I thanked whatever being-or beings-that may be out there for ensuring his safety. He was alright, and for a moment, that was all that mattered.

I sat there watching, anxiety boiling over as the party took out the drill.

"Captain, gravitational sensors are off the scale," the super-smart, uber-young Russian kid, Pavel Chekov, told him. "If my calculations are correct, they're creating a singularity that will consume the planet."

I stood from my station, staring at him, eyes wide and scared, "they're creating a black hole at the center of Vulcan?"

"Yes," he replied somewhat solemn.

"How long does the planet have?" Spock asked.

"Minutes, sir. Minutes."

Spock and I looked at each other, each of is sensing fear within the other.

"Alert Vulcan command center to signal a planet-wide evacuation all channels, all frequencies."

"Yes, sir."

Spock headed toward the elevator.

"Spock, wait! Where are you going?" I called after him.

"To evacuate the Vulcan High Council," he told me. "Their task is to protect our cultural history. My parents will be among them."

"You're not going without me. My mother is down there. She could very likely be in the Katric Arc with my grandmother," I told him as I ran to the elevator as well. Grandmother was a member of the council, and she sometimes took my mother with her if my mother wasn't meditating.

"Chekov, you have the comm," Spock commanded as the doors closed.

I grabbed my padd and called my father back on Earth.

"Maeve? Are you alright? What's-"

"Father, where's mother? I need to know her location immediately."

"She only just told me a moment ago that she was headed to a council meeting with your grandmother. Apparently something's wrong with Vulcan and they contacted Starfleet, are you-"

"Yes, father, I'm going to get her. Commander Spock and I are headed to the surface to retrieve the Vulcan High Council right now. I'll call you once she's safe aboard the Enterprise," I told him quickly as the doors to the lift opened and I hit the 'end call' button.

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"Clear the pad. We're beaming to the surface."

"The surface of what?" Kirk asked incredulously as Spock and I took our stances on the transporter pad. "What, you're going down there? Are you guys nuts? Guys, you can't do that!"

"Energize," Spock commanded, ignoring Kirk.

We appeared on the surface and immediately, we ran into the Katric Ark.

"Spock? Maeve?"

"Where's mother?" I asked frantically, searching the room for my family, yet not seeing them anywhere. "Where's grandmother!?"

"They just told us they were coming down, they haven't gotten here yet-"

"The planet has only seconds left, we must evacuate," Spock said as my heart sank. "Mother, now!"

I made sure everyone was running, but as soon as I was certain, I sprinted past them. I had to get to grandmother's. It wasn't more than a minute's sprint from here-but I was met the planet deteriorating.

"Spock to Enterprise."

"No!" I whispered as I took a step back, interrupting Spock's communication to the Enterprise. My heart was breaking. "Mother!"

"Get us out now," he demanded. My head almost couldn't wrap itself around it. They were gone.

"Locking onto you. Don't move," I heard Chekov's voice. "Stay right where you are. Transport in 5... 4... 3... 2..."

I looked to Amanda only to watch her as she fell.

"Mother!" Spock yelled as I screeched her name, lunging after her in the hopes of grabbing hold of her.

"I'm losing her!" I heard before I felt weightless and I once again found myself in the transporter room. I tumbled forward from the mid-leap I was in to get Amanda before she fell.

I looked to the spot Amanda was supposed to be, my heart breaking as I slowly sat up.

And then a wall hit me. A wall of emotion from millions of Vulcans dying--of knowing they were dying, the fear and anguish that rose to the surface before their death. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't even breathe, my throat closed so tightly I was almost choking until--nothing. I was left with the heartbreak of every being on the ship. There were no emotions coming from Vulcan any longer.

I found I didn't have a voice as I was slammed by the weight of my own emotions as well as everyone else's. I felt dizzy as I went to stand only to find that I couldn't. The silence was deafening as Spock stepped forward. Feeling the weight of his extreme Vulcan emotions mix with my own, I sobbed, placing my hands over my face, unable to keep the extreme pain internalized anymore.

I took a shaky breath, trying to keep the raging emotions in check as I felt Spock coming closer to me. The increasing proximity to him and his own deeply raging emotions made his emotions feel stronger to me, making me curl up into myself, sobbing more.

I felt his hand on me, and, quietly, only for a moment, I heard Spock's voice in my mind.

"I understand," he comforted. Suddenly, I felt his bare hand against my bare arm, sending more electricity and flames into me than I knew was possible. He pulled away like he had been burned, but after only a moment, he placed his hand on my arm once again.

His emotions flooded me like they were my own, and I held back from sharing my emotions with him, making the tears flow hard and fast as he wound his arm around my waist and placed the back of his hand under my palm, pulling me up and supporting me as best he could. He steadied me, sharing in my grief with a minor telepathic Vulcan connection. I looked into his eyes, and saw the tears threatening to spill over. I took as much of his pain unto me as I could, unable to stop the tears from flowing like a river as I stepped away, preventing him from feeling any of the pain I was holding inside me.

I felt his shock at the understanding that I took on not only my own pain, but as much of his as I could as well, before he nodded, understanding he needed to return to his duties, and he walked off the pad. I let the never-ending tears flow down my cheeks silently, getting as much of my pain out as I swept by the men who were crowded around the transporter screen, ignoring their pitiful stares as I headed to the bridge slowly, as to make sure I wouldn't explode in another fit of tears.

When the doors to the bridge opened, I walked quickly, painfully aware of my tear-stained, green-flushed cheeks as I made my way to my spot.

"You okay?" Ny asked me quietly. I merely nodded, unable to trust my voice. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."

I glanced over to see Spock headed back to the elevator, and I followed, feeling understanding and loss emanating from Nyota as I went.

I hit a button, slowing the elevator.

"I find... I'm in need of your presence," I admitted quietly. I turned to face him directly so I could meet his eyes as I begged. "Please, don't leave me alone-"

"I assure you, Maeve. If there's anyone's presence I find I am in need of, it is yours," he told me honestly, brushing his fingers against my arm to show me his honesty, before he pulled away like he touched a flame as he felt the weight of my emotions.

"I'm sorry, Spock," I choked out to him. "I'm... from taking on so many emotions, I'm-"

"You are immensely strong," he assured me. "If I were to... do what you have done... I would not be in control of myself. You are doing what you can. You yourself have lost not one, but two mother figures as well as your grandmother. Your strength is... beyond admiral."

"Thank you, Spock... For everything..." I closed my eyes, letting a few more tears fall as he slowly leaned in and kissed my forehead, making my heart leap and my body turn completely into electrical energy. I felt the cool tears on my lashes as I looked up at him.

"If there is one thing you taught me about friendship, Maeve, it is that friends are always there for each other," he told me. I smiled slightly. I was so caught up in all of our despair and sadness, I completely missed the small, rose-colored emotion simmering under Spock's mask, as well as my growing rose-colored emotion that I had been blatantly ignoring, simmering in the depths of my own heart. The doors opened and he walked out, beckoning for me to come with him.

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"Their trajectory suggests no other destination, Captain," Uhura told him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Earth may be his next stop, but we have to assume every Federation planet's a target," Kirk added from the Captain's chair.

"Out of the chair."

"Well, if the Federation is the target, why didn't they destroy us?" Chekov answers.

"Why would they? Why waste a weapon? We obviously weren't a threat," Sulu offered.

"That's not it," I interjected from my place as I stood and walked toward the group. I had been unable to concentrate since Vulcan was destroyed. I had confined myself to my quarters for a while in order to cry out as much of this emotion as I could, and I had only just come back moments ago. I had to try and help, though I knew my concentration would still be hindered. "He said he wanted Commander Spock to see something. It must have been the destruction of his home planet."

"How the hell did they do that, by the way? And where did the Romulans get that kind of weaponry?" Leo growled.

"The engineering comprehension necessary to artificially create a black hole may suggest an answer. That kind of technology could theoretically be manipulated to create a tunnel through space-time," Spock pointed out. I nodded, looking down as I realized what he was saying.

"Damn it man, I am a doctor, not a physicist. Are you actually suggesting they're from the future?"

"If you eliminate the impossible, what ever remains, however improbable must be the truth."

I couldn't stop the small smile, "Sherlock Holmes."

"Indeed."

"So you have read it," I pointed out, a small smile gracing my lips, though my sadness still overrode any real positive emotion I had. He had asked for literature I had found entertaining weeks ago, but he hadn't told me he had read it yet. I hadn't asked what with recent events.

"How poetic," Bones said sarcastically.

"Then what would an angry future Romulan want with Captain Pike?" Kirk asked.

"As Captain, he does know details of Starfleet's defenses," Sulu offered again.

"What we need to do is catch up to that ship. Disable it, take it over, and get Pike back," Kirk insisted.

"We are technologically outmatched in every way," I told him logically.

"A rescue attempt would be illogical," Spock agreed.

"Nero's ship would have to drop out of warp for us to overtake it," Chekov reasoned.

"Then what about assigning engineering crews to try and boost our warp yield?" Kirk asked.

"Remaining power and crew are being used to repair radiation leaks on the lower decks and damage to subspace communications-"

"Okay. Alright. Alright!"

"Without which we cannot contact Starfleet-"

"There's got to be some way-"

"We must gather with the rest of Starfleet. To balance the terms of the next engagement-"

"There won't be a next engagement! By the time we've gathered it'll be too late. You say he's from the future and knows what's gonna happen, then the logical thing is to be unpredictable!"

"You're assuming that Nero knows how event's are predicted to unfold? The contrary, Nero's very presence has altered the flow of history, beginning with the attack on the USS Kelvin, culminating in the events of today, thereby creating an entirely new chain of incidents, that cannot be anticipated by either party."

"An alternate reality," Nyota spoke up, realizing what was going on.

"Precisely. Whatever our lives might have been, if the time continuum was disrupted, our destinies have changed. Mr. Sulu, plot a course for the Laurentian system, warp factor 3."

"Spock, don't do that! Running back to the rest of the fleet for a-a-a con fab is a massive waste of time!" Kirk yelled.

"These are the orders issued by Captain Pike when he left the ship-"

"He also ordered us to go back and get him! Spock, you are captain now, you have to make-"

"I am aware of my responsibilities, Mr. Kirk-"

"Every second we waste, Nero's getting closer to his next target!"

"That is correct and why I'm instructing you to accept the fact that I alone am in command."

"I will not allow us to go backwards and cower from the problem instead of hunting Nero down."

"Security, escort him out," Spock commanded. I stood back helplessly, unsure of where I stood in the situation.

"No, Jim!" Bones and I yelled as he began to attack security.

Spock stepped forward, giving him a Vulcan nerve pinch, making him go limp.

"Get him off this ship," he growled.

I didn't dare intervene, feeling the anger emanating from him Spock. I knew the anger wasn't just from Jim. I knew it actually had very little to do with him.

There was nothing I could do as Jim was dragged off the bridge.

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