The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hours 11, 12, 13

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*HOUR 11*

They stop under a rock overhang, far enough from the open that aerial means of recognition should miss them.  

“Commander, should we check our communicators again?” Ensign Tamura asks after a tense lull.  "Try the Enterprise, now that we’re away from the city?“

It takes some control for Spock not to gape at the obvious suggestion which had not occurred to him.  Their frantic escape and his anxiety about Jim have taken their toll.  

“Good thinking, Ensign,” Jim says faintly.  He holds out a hand for one of the communicators, and despite his worsening dexterity, manages to attempt a hail.


*HOUR 12*

The static that answers their efforts at communication is unsurprising, but the failure is a blow nonetheless.  

Tamura breathes in and out, obviously attempting to maintain her composure.  

Spock wordlessly scans the horizon, both looking for a better hiding place and watching out for their trackers.  

“What next,” Jim mutters to himself.  Sweat beads his brow.  Spock refrains from blotting the moisture; he does not think the captain would welcome the solicitude.  

“Ready to move at your word, Commander Spock,” Tamura says quietly.

They follow her gaze to where, in the distance below them, a search party moves steadily forward.


*HOUR 13*

“Those loudspeakers,” Jim blurts.  

“The ones we spotted in the trees?” Tamura asks.

Jim struggles to sit up, his face alight with his idea.  "They’re probably communicating to us from the city.  Maybe they’ve got tech we can use to amp up our signal, help us connect to the Enterprise.“

"I shall retrieve one,” Spock replies.

“Let me go, Commander.  You stay with the Captain.”  Tamura does not wait for an answer, but begins her stealthy descent back to the woods.  

Jim closes his eyes and grins.  "That one, top marks for initiative, totally crap at following chain of command.“



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The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hour 1

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Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides. 

Lao Tzu



Spock hurries to the transporter room, keeping pace at Jim’s side.  Starfleet’s urgent orders to intervene in the escalating conflict on Epsilon Darandi came most unexpectedly.

“Any new info?” Jim asks Spock.

“Negative.”

“Great.  No surprises, then.”

“Famous last words,” McCoy grumbles, joining them on the platform.

When they energize, an envoy proclaims, “Representatives of Starfleet!  On behalf of the Darandu, greetings!” The other diplomats look welcoming, unlike the duplicitous warriors reported in their briefings.

As the emissary and Jim clasp forearms in the Darandu fashion, Jim winces almost imperceptibly.  Spock frowns and quickens his step to follow his captain.


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The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hour 2

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“Are you well?” Spock asks Jim surreptitiously.  

At the ceremonial meal the Darandu had seated him apart from Jim.  Moving toward the negotiation area presents the earliest opportunity to consult with his captain.

Jim exhales, shaking his head.  "You saw that when I greeted the ambassador?  Felt kind of like a static shock.  I thought for sure I would flinch and totally ruin the talks.  Lucky no one else noticed.“

“Indeed.”

Jim smiles crookedly at him.  "But you always notice that stuff.“

“I am continually aware of your whereabouts and safety,” Spock explains.

“May we begin?” the session leader inquires.


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The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hour 3

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“I don’t like it,” McCoy huffs.  

Jim rolls his eyes.  "Bones, they conceded the contested Deirendu lands in record time.  They just don’t want a whole crowd here when they sign.“

“Ensign Tamura will remain with us,” Spock notes.

“That slip of a kid?”  The doctor crosses his arms and scowls.  

“It’ll be fine,” Jim says, shoving him toward the other crewmen waiting to beam-up.

The doctor mutters an inarticulate complaint as his particles dissolve.

“Finally,” Jim says, grinning at Spock.  "Just you and me; we’ll wrap it up in no time.“  He winks and strides over to the Darandu. 


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