: Not mine. BtVS belongs to Whedon. Star Trek is Gene Roddenberry's baby.
Christopher Pike hadn’t expected when he dared James T. Kirk to do better than his famous father that Kirk would end up doing it with his
ship. Nor had he expected how briefly the Enterprise
, the ship that he’d been waiting on for years, would be his. Kirk had already become the one many of the crew- particularly the incredibly young officers now running virtually the entire ship- thought of as captain, even though Kirk was technically still acting first officer. Spock had yet to clear himself from emotionally compromised status, although Pike was informed he’d resumed bridge duty- as first officer.
He was currently watching the two of them give their daily report under Dr. McCoy’s watchful eyes- they were still another two days out from Earth at max speed given that warp was not an option, and McCoy did not want to turn his priority patient over to his superiors at Starfleet Medical in anything less than the best condition possible.
Kirk’s report focused on the status of the crew and their progress at making what repairs they could. Much of the worst damage needed spacedock. The emotional damage would doubtless be seen to by a phalanx of psychologists and counselors when they reached Earth. Until then, they had to cope as best they could.
Spock had completed a comprehensive survey of the surviving Vulcan population as well as the few survivors rescued from the wreckage of the other ships. The grim duty of compiling preliminary casualty lists had fallen to him. He was also preparing a report on the Narada
for Starfleet Command, with a pointed reminder to Kirk that his impressions of the interior of the vessel would also be highly useful information.
Finally, McCoy harrumphed, indicating that he felt the two ‘senior’ officers had tired his patient sufficiently for one day. Spock gave him an impassive glance that still conveyed a touch of ‘I’ll be done when I’m done’.
“There is only one remaining survivor I have been unable to collect data on. As Dr. McCoy is present, I can remind him that I still need to question the woman rescued from the Romulan vessel about her planet of origin and circumstances.”
“Question all you like, she won’t answer,” he replied gruffly. “She hasn’t spoken since you two blew that damned ship up.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. Kirk’s face became impassive, and Pike noted with some interest that McCoy was watching his reaction. He suppressed the spurt of annoyance that McCoy hadn’t mentioned that Faith was having problems. He’d question McCoy later, after Kirk and Spock left.
“If she was a prisoner of the Romulans,” Spock began, only to be interrupted.
“She wasn’t a prisoner, Mr. Spock,” Pike said. He could still remember his shock when another human had walked through the door. The shock had only increased when she spoke familiarly to the Romulan guarding him, apparently relieving him. “She was part of their crew.”
“But how…?” McCoy trailed off.
“I don’t know, Doctor. That’s something I had hoped she would be able to tell us.”
McCoy swore quietly under his breath.
“I’ll do a more detailed examination. She may not be talking, but it should still be possible to figure out from isotopic analysis how long she was aboard that ship.”
“Do it,” Pike said, relieved to be able to give the occasional order on the ship that was nominally still his. “Mr. Spock, please attempt to speak with her and report back to me.”
“And if she continues to be unresponsive?” Spock asked.
“Then it’s my turn,” Pike replied firmly.