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The Beautiful Impossible World

Summary:

This is a story that is going to last forever. A lifetime challenge!
Snippets of life, love, love-making, angst and happiness.

Authors are using characters from Star Trek AOS: Scotty, Spock, Leonard and Jim), TOS (Sarek of Vulcan), ENT (Malcolm Reed) and Sherlock BBC (Sherlock, Mycroft, Anthea).
It was thought-provoking to bring these characters, which we so love, together in a story.

It all starts when Mycroft Holmes tries to stop his Little Brother, the augment known as Khan, from causing Starfleet so many problems. Due to extraordinary events, they get to share a Vulcan bond which makes Mycroft the owner and Master of his Brother. Their new life unfolds from here.
This story is written by two people: AnJoan Grey and Nikte. There will be two distinguishable voices. AnJoan loves cliffhangers, scientific facts and music, as he is a musician; Nikte loves psychological analysis, justice and the triumph of good over evil as he is a lawyer.

This story unfolds with our lives together.

Chapter 1: The Search For Khan

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It was early in the morning when James Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, paged Spock, his First Officer, telling him they would leave on a new mission in a few hours, and apparently some high official, a man named Mycroft Holmes would join them as an observant. Spock found that annoying, but of course – he merely replied a polite Yes, Captain – to the respective message. After which, he neatly folded his meditation mat and went to prepare for the mission.

How bothersome. Mycroft hated legwork. Alas, Starfleet insisted he had to observe a mission directly, in order for him to develop the right security protocols. Well if he had to do it, at least it would be on his terms; that was why he had chosen the Enterprise.

“Greetings, Mr. Holmes. Join us on the Bridge” – Jim invited him pleasantly. “We will be departing shortly.”

Could this boy be more annoying? Greetings – what a word! Mycroft took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Captain Kirk was not to blame for his bad mood, nor had he the obligation to know he preferred British English over Standard.

“Good afternoon, Captain; I will be very pleased to join you. I also wanted to express my gratitude for your amenability to my presence here; I presume that having an observant on board is never easy.”

Well, he had to admit that being on the Bridge was different from just watching holovideos of it. Perhaps this little trip wouldn´t be as boring as he thought. The Enterprise crew seemed to know very well what they were doing and they worked like a real team.

“Mr. Holmes”, Spock said, approaching him and watching him with expressionless eyes. “I have configured a tactical station for you. I will send you all relevant data from my own Science Station, which is near yours.”

“Ah, yes Mr. Spock, thank you” –Mycroft answered, walking to the station which had been appointed to him. Mycroft couldn´t help but direct a slight smirk in Spock’s direction; he wondered how would the First Officer react if he knew that Mycroft already had in his personal padd all the information he needed about the ship and its crew. Mycroft was in a position that gave him access to every file there was in existence...

Spock savoured the perfect British accent; it was such a difference between the English spoken by Jim (a very bad one, to be honest) and the noble language spoken by this man. But he should not stare at him. It was not appropriate. He sat down at his station and informed Jim they were ready for departure.

Mycroft prided himself on being an observant man; he had to be in his line of work; overlooking certain things or leaving certain issues to other hands had proved a big mistake; he still carried in his conscience the failure at protecting Vulcan from Nero’s wrath as well as the Khan event... So when Spock´s gaze lingered on him for a few seconds longer than normal, he couldn´t help but notice, and wasn´t that interesting? Yes, the Vulcan intrigued him more and more. It was pleasant to be intrigued.

All of a sudden, Spock thought he would like to meld with this Human. He did not know why. Mycroft's coldness matched his, and yet, there was something more... He was almost startled by Leonard's abrupt arrival who gazed at them in disbelief and went to gossip with Jim: “Good God, is that Holmes???” “Yeah... I am also crazy about him...” – the two commented, loud enough for Spock to hear.

“It looks you are already subject of gossip” – Spock commented towards Mycroft.

“Gossip tends to follow me wherever I go, Mr. Spock. People develop a certain fascination over my family history, as well as over my work, when really there is nothing glamorous about me. Yes, my ancestors were noble, but I am a simple man who holds a minor position in the Federation” –Mycroft said, directing a tight smile towards Spock.

“A minor position, you say...” – Spock said, thoughtfully. “I would find that hard to believe.”

“And why is that Mr. Spock? I assure you, I am nothing but a security consultant. I know my limits, that is why I just… observe, while it is you, Starfleet’s finest, who go out and fulfil the ideals of the Federation.”

“INCOMING TRANSMISSION from Starfleet Headquarters”, the Communications Officer announced, and moments after, the worried figure of Admiral Pike appeared on the view screen.

<Jim, gentlemen> – he said. <You are to proceed in pursuit of an unidentified vessel which left Earth space thirty minutes ago. It is Khan. He... escaped.>

Jim just stared at the screen, in disbelief, shocked and overwhelmed by a stream of very bad memories. Moments later, coordinates were fed into his console and upon reviewing them, he transmitted them to the helm officer.

Mycroft knew it!!! Those arrogant fools, they just could not follow simple instructions. They were so blinded by greed they refused to listen to him. The moment they insisted he should observe a mission on a Starship, he should have known they were planning something... Alas, at least he was on board of the right ship.

“If you’ll excuse me, Captain I will retire to my room, I do not think my presence here will be of any help” – and without waiting for an answer, Mycroft left the Bridge, typing furiously on his padd and sending a message to his Personal Assistant with precise instructions of what he needed.

Spock could not go after him immediately – as he felt the urge to – something was very wrong there! – but as soon as he found a moment, he presented himself to Mycroft's quarters and chimed.

But instead of Mycroft, it was a beautiful woman who opened the door.

“Good evening, how may I help you? –the woman asked on a melodious tone.

“I am here to see Mr. Holmes. You are...?”

“I am Anthea, Mr. Holmes’ Personal Assistant. And I am sorry to tell you that Mr. Holmes is not available at the moment. I will let him know you were here to see him. Good evening Mr. Spock.” – and without another word, she closed the door.

“Who was it, my dear?” –Mycroft asked.

“It was Commander Spock, Sir” –Anthea answered.

Well, that was interesting, why would Spock come to see him? There was no new information on Khan´s whereabouts, he knew that, and even if there were, he doubted the First Officer would share that information with him. Anyway, he had no time to dwell on that, he had a wounded animal to hunt.

Spock reluctantly returned to the Bridge. He just sent a message to Mycroft's personal padd: <I do know.> He was aware he was being obscure, but Humans did show interest in front of a bit of mystery.

Jim was having no luck in tracking down Khan's ship. All they had was a faint warp signature and they had to cover a large area of space and run long-range sensors. Spock immersed himself into work, pushing away the uneasy feeling which started haunting him.

Mycroft huffed when he read Spock´s message.

“Everything all right, Mr. Holmes?”

“Yes my dear, could you please feed these coordinates to the ship´s computer?” – he said, handing a padd to Anthea.

“So this is where he is heading…” –Anthea murmured.

“Yes, it is only logical, they are the only thing Khan cares about, I just wonder how he found out their location, or rather, who was brave enough to awaken him and give him that information. Please do as I asked you, I will try to find out who was the fool who let Khan escape.”

But before continuing with his work, Mycroft sent a message to Spock: <And what is it you think you know Mr. Spock? You may be a very intelligent individual, but I have been playing this game since before you were born.>

The reply came almost immediately:

<Mr. Holmes, I am 40 Vulcan years old, which translates to 68 Terran years. I do not know what game you are referring to. Vulcans only play chess. See me at your... convenience> – he added.

Humans appreciated irony, he knew.

So Mycroft was correct, Spock had no idea of who he really was, or where he came from, obviously Sarek had kept his promise... If only his little brother stopped with his temper tantrums, he could still be behind the scenes, where he could do his job better. Anyway, time to answer Spock´s sassy message, this was becoming quite the adventure.

<Would love to play a game of chess with you Mr. Spock, what about I see you in my quarters once the Captain sets course, it will take us a few hours to catch up with Khan.>

<You are most welcome in my quarters. I do not have a... Personal Assistant. Come when you can. We have stopped engines for a revision.>

<So yeomen are a privilege reserved for the Capitan? I think I will place a request before Starfleet in your name, the First Officer should also have a yeoman. Pardon me the change of topic, I will be in your quarters promptly, I have first to make sure my Personal Assistant reaches her quarters safely.>

<There are little chances someone attacks her on the corridors of the Enterprise.> – Spock commented, but he did start to prepare tea. He was looking forward to his visit. Strange. Very strange. Humans were ever so perplexing.

“Everything ready my dear?”

“Yes Mr. Holmes everything was done per your instructions.”

“Excellent my dear girl, go rest now.”

“What about you, Sir?”

“My dear, don´t you know me?”

“Of course sir, I am sorry, it is just that dealing with Khan always takes a toll on you.”

“Don´t worry my dear, I am about to engage in a relaxing game of chess with Mr. Spock, that should be enough to keep my mind off things for a moment.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Mycroft allowed Anthea go to her quarters and headed to meet Spock. He waited for a few seconds outside the First Officer´s room, waiting to be let in.

Spock opened the door and stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

“I hope Earl Grey tea is to your liking” – he said, inviting him to sit down and taking a seat himself on the opposite side of the chess table, from where he could take a good look at the British man.

“Thank you, yes, Earl Grey tea is to my liking. So Mr. Spock do you want to discuss your little cryptic message, or should we play first?”

“I know that Khan and yourself are related” – Spock said calmly, arranging the chess pieces on the board. “I have sensed your blood bond earlier.”

“Ah, yes, it slipped my mind the fact that Vulcans are sensitive to bonds. Khan is... my annoying little brother, he always lacked control. He could have been so much more, but he never knew how to control his emotions. It is a tragedy that some traits can´t be genetically engineered, you know?”

“I nearly beat him to death. He may not be very thrilled to see me. Anyway. I did not tell anyone. Hopefully, he would react well to your presence.”

“I would not set my hopes too high. My brother and I have always had a difficult relationship. He hates the fact that I am the better of the two. I am sure that only your Captain could get a good reaction out of him. Khan finds Kirk a little less boring than the rest of the persons he has met. As for his reaction to you, well, you never know with my brother, he could be glad to see you, after all he loves challenges, and you certainly are one, Mr. Spock.”

“Indeed?” – Spock raised a brow, then caught Mycroft's wrist. “I would leave the bishop where it is for now...”

He knew Khan well. If Mycroft was the better of them two, then he was up for a big challenge.

Mycroft turned to look at the place where Spock was holding his wrist. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt, but there was little silver of skin exposed.

“I feel honoured, Mr. Spock, I know Vulcans find it widely uncomfortable to touch humans directly, since our emotional nature is so illogical for you.”

Spock released him, not without regret; there was something magnetic about this Human.

“You do not strike me as the emotional type.” – the Vulcan said.

Mycroft showed a humourless smile.

“There was a time I was called the Iceman. As much as sentiment has ruined humanity, feelings have always been widely revered; it is said that emotions are what set us aside from animals. So my inability to show emotion was something that often made the persons around me nervous. Humans fear what they don´t understand. My intelligence was something they could understand, they explained it as evolution. My lack of emotion was, however, considered to be a defect, a sign of madness, a lack of humanity. They couldn´t conceive the idea that feelings, sentiments could be processed in a different way than with ridiculous shows of emotion. Fools… all of them.”

Mycroft was surprised by what he had just said. What was about this young Vulcan than made him talk so freely? Perhaps it was that he saw in him a kindred soul. And wasn´t that a funny choice of words? It had been a long time ago since Mycroft had come to terms with the fact that he lacked a soul… He was indeed the Iceman.

But looking at Spock, he remembered other times, when he, just like this young officer, was trying to find his place in the big scheme of things. It was clear Spock was at war with himself, a child of two worlds, two very different and contradicting worlds, but that could complement each other if he just reached a balance between what each one had to offer.

Yes, Spock could be a wonderful experiment, perhaps this time around he wouldn´t ruin things as he did with his younger brother. His younger brother… he had such a need to feel accepted, loved… If only – many years ago – things had been different… Alas, no use to think of what ifs, that never solved anything.

He needed to focus on here and now; Khan had already caused too many problems, and all because he had not been firm enough. His little brother had always been his one and only pressure point; he cared for him, and that made him turn a blind eye to his little games. But things had gone too far this time, he had put at risk too many innocent lives. Actually, this time he did not want to hide what had been done, it was time his little brother grew up and took responsibility of his actions.

Spock stood up and refilled their cups of tea, sitting down near Mycroft on the couch. He felt the need to be closer to him. Strangely enough, they did not talk much, but he did not mind. There would be time in the morning to think of Khan. Right now, he could allow himself the pleasure of simply being in the presence on this Human.

He touched his hand once again:

“Iceman? Your body temperature is that of 36.5 Celsius.”

He was somehow surprised that the Human did not pull his hand away. That meant he had some interest in him – perhaps. Spock was very bad at interpreting these kinds of signals. For him, it was the meld that spoke the truth, but he was well aware he could not meld with this person – he had too many secrets. And none of them could slip through.

What was about this young Vulcan that altered Mycroft in this way? In all the time he had been alive no one had had the ability to pick his interest, he just sighed, enjoying the Vulcan´s proximity, and said:

“When calling me the Iceman they referred to my attitude, not to my body temperature. They considered that the way I viewed and solved problems was … ice-cold. They never understood that in a position like mine, sentiment couldn´t cloud my decisions or too many would suffer the consequences.”

“That is quite a Vulcan attitude, if I may…” – Spock said, his hand still on Mycroft's wrist. The Brit had not pulled his hand away, and Spock did not plan to remove his. It was as if a silent understanding had settled between them.

“I am sure you have noticed that as much as humans are in awe of Vulcans, they don´t understand you, they even fear you. Many of my kind view your race as heartless robots, and because of that, they don´t trust you.” – Mycroft said thoughtfully.

“Leonard often calls me a greenblooded computer. Since you have decided to let feelings aside, I can only presume you are going to be referred to as a redblooded computer or something along the line” – Spock said, with a small smile – because he WAS capable of smiling.

Mycroft must have done something right if fate was allowing him to be in the presence of this exquisite being; that smile just made him more beautiful.

“Ah, yes, Dr. McCoy has quite a colourful way of expressing himself. I think he will come up with quite a creative nickname to refer to my person, especially once he realizes what I am.”

Spock extended one hand towards Mycroft’s right cheek, his fingertips brushing against the Human's skin, along the meld points. He was longing to meld with him, and the soft touch was almost electrical. But the gesture in itself had been neutral – as if he wanted to chase away a small crumb...

“I am far from being a decent ethical man. Why would such an innocent being as yourself would want to meld with me? I assure you my mind is a dark place; I do not deserve to be touched by the light of a Vulcan meld.”

“I am honoured you see me as 'innocent' but I am far from it…” – Spock said, tracing contours on Mycroft's face with his index finger. “Let me remind you that I have nearly beaten your brother to death.”

Mycroft closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the way Spock touched his face.

“You are innocent Spock, believe me. The things you do, or you did, you have done them because they were right. What happened between you and my brother… well, you weren´t acting out because you were trying to prove your own strength, you just lost control at seeing someone you cared about being hurt by him. I wish I could say the same about my actions, but there was a time that I was driven by nothing but greed and lust for power; I wanted to show everybody there was actually a reason to fear me.”

“There may very well be a time when we shall stand on opposite sides. You will want to protect your brother; I will want to protect my Captain... because when those two shall meet... beware... but that moment is not here for several hours.”

Saying that, and taking advantage of the fact that Mycroft's eyes were still closed, Spock leaned and kissed him softly on his lips.