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“Spock moved closer to the little girl but she quickly backed away, knocking down a chair in-between them.
“Miranda, please -” Spock began, talking a step towards her.
“Stop it!” she shouted. “Don’t come any closer!”
With a sudden jolt and a loud bang Spock and Miranda were thrown onto the floor. Miranda screamed, and, for a moment, everything went pitch black. Little by little the emergency lights came back on, then there was another jolt and sparks flew out of one of the ships computers. Red alert sounded loudly. Miranda screamed again, staring with wild brown eyes at Spock.
“What’s going on?” the child cried.
“Your ship is being attacked by the Klingons, Miranda,” said Spock calmly, slowly inching forward as he spoke.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Spock, and I’m here to help you.”
“Where’s mummy and daddy?”
“Your parents were beamed aboard the Klingon ship.”
Miranda’s face went white.
“Miranda,” Spock said softly. “If you come with me, I can take you to our ship where you can be safe. Then I can focus on saving your parents. Will you come with me, please?”
The ship took another hit from the Klingon vessel, once again sending Spock and Miranda to the ground. A computer exploded just above the young girl and sparks flew down all around her. The ships stabilizer must have been taken out for, as another shot from the Klingons hit, the little ship was pushed almost on its side. Miranda slid across the floor to where the weak, but still functioning, simulated gravity was pulling her. Spock, unable to stop himself, went sliding down after her. They now lay on the walls of the ship, slightly bruised and battered by falling chairs and rubble. Spock advanced toward her, holding out his bleeding hand, but Miranda still ran from him.
“Please, Miranda!” cried Spock, now all but desperate. “You’ve got to come with me! If you don’t you might never see your parents again.”
“Your blood,” said the little girl, her voice quivering with fear. “It’s green… why’s it green?”
“I am Vulcan. Now please come with me!”
Spock took another step towards her and she jumped back, bumping up against a support beam. The already weak bean groaned at the sudden jolt, quivered, and began to collapse. With one long lunge Spock reached the girl and grabbed her in his arms. He quickly took his communicator from his belt and exclaimed:
“Beam us up now, Scotty!”
He crouched down, shielding the screaming little girl with his body, and watched the ship begin to collapse in on itself around him.
“Now, Scotty,” he murmured. “I said now!”
Just when Spock thought it would be too late he felt the beaming begin to start. Before his vision was completely back on the Enterprise, he saw the ship completely give way to its own simulated gravity.
Spock looked up from the floor of the transporter room. The child had stopped screaming and now lay, stunned and motionless, in his arms. She stared around her with big, frightened eyes.
“Lieutenant Commander Scott,” said Spock, his voice ever so slightly hoarse. “Would you please obtain Nurse Chapel and Dr. McCoy from sickbay? This girl needs medical attention.”
“Aye, Sir, but it looks to me that you need some medical attention yourself. What happened?”
“The ship is destroyed, Mr. Scott. Now go.”
Scotty obeyed and within a very few minutes both Spock and the dazed child were in sickbay.
“I am fine, Doctor,” said Spock, slipping off of the sickbay bed. “Please devote all your attention to Miranda.”
“I’m trying to help you, you green-blooded, pointy-eared hobgoblin!” Bones growled, putting a hand on Spock’s chest to stop him. “Nurse Chapel is helping the child; I’m going to attend to you! Now siddown!”
Spock sat down rather abruptly.
“Gimme your hand. I’ve got to disinfect it.”
The Vulcan held out his hand and McCoy began to carefully wipe the dried blood off of it. Spock turned his gaze to Miranda. The young child sat listlessly and dazed looking as Nurse Chapel bandaged up her little cuts and scratches. When she had finished with that she lifted the child up and laid her down, putting a pillow under her head and carefully covering her. A few moments later Bones had finished bandaging Spock’s few little cuts and he was sent back to the bridge.
“Spock!” said James Kirk, smiling at his friend. “I’m glad to see you’re alright. I was worried about you.”
“No need, Captain,” replied his first officer. “I was completely in control of the situation.”
Jim smiled. “How’s the girl?”
“She is dazed, frightened, and confused. I believe she will recover completely if only we can find her parents and beam them aboard the Enterprise.”
“Speaking of which,” said Kirk, looking over at his navigator. “Mr. Chekov. How’s that coming?”
“I can’t find them, Sir,” replied the ensign dejectedly. “I’ve scanned the entire ship, and I can’t find them anywhere.”
“What are you looking for, Mr. Chekov?” asked Spock, looking over Chekov’s shoulder.
“Two humans, Meester Spock. What should I be looking for?”
“Undoubtedly what you are looking for are not humans.”
“Not human, Meester Spock? But they looked human when we communicated with them.”
“One thing you will learn while you are on the Enterprise, Ensign, is that not all things that look human, are. Try looking for the life forms that are aboard the ship that are not Klingon.”
After a moment Chekov shook his head. “There are nearly ten life forms on the ship that are not Klingon. I don’t know which are the ones we are looking for.”
Kirk frowned. “We can’t risk just beaming them all aboard. For all we know some of those life forms could be on the Klingon’s side.”
“We should have Dr. McCoy test Miranda,” said Spock. “Perhaps he can tell us what she is so we can find her parents.”
Captain Kirk pushed his communicator. “Computer, get me sickbay.”
“Sickbay, this is McCoy.”
“Bones, I need you to run some tests on the child. Find out what she is.”
“What she is, Jim?”
“Yes, Bones. We need to know what she is so we know what we’re looking for on the Klingon ship. Go as fast as you can, Bones.”
“I’ll do my best, Jim. McCoy out.”
Kirk leaned back in his chair.
“Captain,” said helmsman Sulu. “The Klingon ship is pulling out.”
“Follow her, Mr. Sulu. We can’t risk losing Miranda’s parents.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Even if we do recover them, Captain,” said Spock, moving closer to his friend. “We can hardly expect the Klingons to have allowed them to keep the message they were supposed to bring to us. I would assume that the obtaining of this message is the entire reason the Klingons attacked them.”
“You’re probably right, Spock,” Kirk frowned. “But we still have to try to find them. If we don’t that little girl you saved will be an orphan.”
The communicator sounded suddenly. Kirk pressed the receive button quickly.
“Yes, Bones, what is it?”
“I’ve tried every test I know for this sort of thing, Jim, which isn’t many, but she’s not in any of my records.”
“Mr. Spock, is there any way we could find them simply with a DNA sample?”
“It is highly unlikely, Captain.”
Jim cursed mildly and slammed his hand down on the arm of his chair. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“I have a possible solution to our problem, Captain,” said Spock quietly.
“Then speak it.”
“If I were to mind meld with the child, Miranda, it is possible I could find the information we require to beam her parents onto this ship.”
“The Klingon ship is picking up speed, Captain,” interrupted Sulu.
“Do likewise, Mr. Sulu. You think it’d work, Spock?” asked Kirk.
“I do, Jim,” the Vulcan replied.
“Then go and do it now. We don’t have much time.”
Spock made his way as quickly as possible to sickbay. When he reached it he was stopped by Nurse Chapel.
“Miranda has just woken up, Mr. Spock,” she said, looking with piteous eyes at the child. “Be very careful with her.”
“I will do my utmost, Nurse,” replied Spock, and walked past her into the sickbay. “Miranda,” he said in a tone softer and more gentle than anyone who knew him would have thought possible. “Miranda, I need your help.”
The child sat up and looked at him, her brown eyes intent on his. “Why?” she asked softly.
“I need to know what sort of life form you are so Mr. Chekov can find your parents on the Klingon ship. Can you tell me what your life form is called?”
Miranda stared at him blankly.
“You can’t tell me?”
She shook her head. She was still in shock, Spock knew, but there was one last hope. If he mind melded with her it was just possible he could find out what exactly she was.
“Miranda, I am going to put my hands on your face, and I am going to search your thoughts to find out what I need to know.”
“That-that sounds scary,” the child murmured.
“It is not, do not worry.”
“Ok…”
Spock raised his hands and gently placed them on Miranda’s face. He closed his eyes.
“My thoughts… to your thoughts …my mind…to your mind…we are one….”
The child quivered and whimpered – a tear trickled down her cheek. “Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly. “Such a lonely child!”
“It is possible that you will find old memories reawakening. Do not be disturbed, the feeling will soon pass.”
“Oh, S'chn T'gai Spock…so lonely…so alone…”
Spock opened his eyes, staring at the child. “You have never been alone in your life…” he said with slight apprehension.
Miranda looked into his eyes. “A lonely, sad little boy. Lonely then and lonelier now… except for Jim and Bones… you’re all alone, and very sad. How do you bear it?”
Spock pulled his hands back quickly. “How did you do that?” he asked, his voice cracking with the faintest hint of alarm.
The little girl cocked her head. “When a door is open you can go through from either side.” She reached out and took Spock’s hands in hers. “Oh my lonely Mr. Spock, taluhk ashaya-veh, and I want to teach you how to dance. It will make you happy.”
Spock took a step back, his face blanching, and pulled his hand away from Miranda. “I have acquired the information I needed. Please stay here while I return to the bridge.”
When Spock reached his destination he went quickly up to Chekov and gently pushed him away from the computer.
“Allow me, Mr. Chekov.”
“You’ve found out what she is, then?” asked Kirk.
“Miranda is a hybrid of four different kinds of life forms. With this knowledge I should be able to find her parents.” There was a moment of silence while Spock searched on his scanner. He made a faint exclamation and turned swiftly to his communicator. “Mr. Scott, I have sent you the coordinates of the child Miranda’s parents. Please, beam them both back as quickly as possible. When they arrive take them to sickbay immediately.”
“Aye, Mr. Spock,” came Scotty’s quick reply.
Spock and Kirk walked together to sickbay where they found both Miranda and her parents. They seemed only a little worse for wear and McCoy and Nurse Chapel were attending to that. To Captain Kirk’s great pleasure and relief they told that the Klingons had not been able to get the message from them, and the long awaited information on the Ramulan’s forces was duly handed over to Mr. Spock.
“We thank you greatly for saving us, and our daughter, Mr. Spock,” said Miranda’s father when their business was over.
Spock nodded. “Dan-neruk. It was an honor to serve.”
Miranda slid of her bed and bounced over to Spock, grabbing his hand. “Mr. Spock is my ne ki’ne!” she exclaimed like she was showing off her prize project at a fair. “We have explored each others’ minds, and Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy are his t’hy’lara, and his mommy is a human and his daddy is a Vulcan so he’s kinda like me, and now I’m going to teach him how to dance so he can be happy!”
Spock’s face went a peculiar shade of green and he cleared his throat. Kirk looked at his friend with upraised eyebrows.
“Why, Mr. Spock!” said Jim, attempting not to laugh. “I do believe you’re blushing.
“It is nothing of the kind, Captain,” said Spock, regaining his composure. “It is merely an involuntary reaction of the sympathetic nervous system which caused the blood vessels in my face, the capillaries, to dilate. This increased blood flow resulted in the color of my face changing form a faint green undertone to a dark green undertone. Because it is involuntary, it is something I cannot control, despite my best efforts.”
Kirk smirked, and Bone laughed heartily.
“Miranda, please -” Spock began, talking a step towards her.
“Stop it!” she shouted. “Don’t come any closer!”
With a sudden jolt and a loud bang Spock and Miranda were thrown onto the floor. Miranda screamed, and, for a moment, everything went pitch black. Little by little the emergency lights came back on, then there was another jolt and sparks flew out of one of the ships computers. Red alert sounded loudly. Miranda screamed again, staring with wild brown eyes at Spock.
“What’s going on?” the child cried.
“Your ship is being attacked by the Klingons, Miranda,” said Spock calmly, slowly inching forward as he spoke.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Spock, and I’m here to help you.”
“Where’s mummy and daddy?”
“Your parents were beamed aboard the Klingon ship.”
Miranda’s face went white.
“Miranda,” Spock said softly. “If you come with me, I can take you to our ship where you can be safe. Then I can focus on saving your parents. Will you come with me, please?”
The ship took another hit from the Klingon vessel, once again sending Spock and Miranda to the ground. A computer exploded just above the young girl and sparks flew down all around her. The ships stabilizer must have been taken out for, as another shot from the Klingons hit, the little ship was pushed almost on its side. Miranda slid across the floor to where the weak, but still functioning, simulated gravity was pulling her. Spock, unable to stop himself, went sliding down after her. They now lay on the walls of the ship, slightly bruised and battered by falling chairs and rubble. Spock advanced toward her, holding out his bleeding hand, but Miranda still ran from him.
“Please, Miranda!” cried Spock, now all but desperate. “You’ve got to come with me! If you don’t you might never see your parents again.”
“Your blood,” said the little girl, her voice quivering with fear. “It’s green… why’s it green?”
“I am Vulcan. Now please come with me!”
Spock took another step towards her and she jumped back, bumping up against a support beam. The already weak bean groaned at the sudden jolt, quivered, and began to collapse. With one long lunge Spock reached the girl and grabbed her in his arms. He quickly took his communicator from his belt and exclaimed:
“Beam us up now, Scotty!”
He crouched down, shielding the screaming little girl with his body, and watched the ship begin to collapse in on itself around him.
“Now, Scotty,” he murmured. “I said now!”
Just when Spock thought it would be too late he felt the beaming begin to start. Before his vision was completely back on the Enterprise, he saw the ship completely give way to its own simulated gravity.
Spock looked up from the floor of the transporter room. The child had stopped screaming and now lay, stunned and motionless, in his arms. She stared around her with big, frightened eyes.
“Lieutenant Commander Scott,” said Spock, his voice ever so slightly hoarse. “Would you please obtain Nurse Chapel and Dr. McCoy from sickbay? This girl needs medical attention.”
“Aye, Sir, but it looks to me that you need some medical attention yourself. What happened?”
“The ship is destroyed, Mr. Scott. Now go.”
Scotty obeyed and within a very few minutes both Spock and the dazed child were in sickbay.
“I am fine, Doctor,” said Spock, slipping off of the sickbay bed. “Please devote all your attention to Miranda.”
“I’m trying to help you, you green-blooded, pointy-eared hobgoblin!” Bones growled, putting a hand on Spock’s chest to stop him. “Nurse Chapel is helping the child; I’m going to attend to you! Now siddown!”
Spock sat down rather abruptly.
“Gimme your hand. I’ve got to disinfect it.”
The Vulcan held out his hand and McCoy began to carefully wipe the dried blood off of it. Spock turned his gaze to Miranda. The young child sat listlessly and dazed looking as Nurse Chapel bandaged up her little cuts and scratches. When she had finished with that she lifted the child up and laid her down, putting a pillow under her head and carefully covering her. A few moments later Bones had finished bandaging Spock’s few little cuts and he was sent back to the bridge.
“Spock!” said James Kirk, smiling at his friend. “I’m glad to see you’re alright. I was worried about you.”
“No need, Captain,” replied his first officer. “I was completely in control of the situation.”
Jim smiled. “How’s the girl?”
“She is dazed, frightened, and confused. I believe she will recover completely if only we can find her parents and beam them aboard the Enterprise.”
“Speaking of which,” said Kirk, looking over at his navigator. “Mr. Chekov. How’s that coming?”
“I can’t find them, Sir,” replied the ensign dejectedly. “I’ve scanned the entire ship, and I can’t find them anywhere.”
“What are you looking for, Mr. Chekov?” asked Spock, looking over Chekov’s shoulder.
“Two humans, Meester Spock. What should I be looking for?”
“Undoubtedly what you are looking for are not humans.”
“Not human, Meester Spock? But they looked human when we communicated with them.”
“One thing you will learn while you are on the Enterprise, Ensign, is that not all things that look human, are. Try looking for the life forms that are aboard the ship that are not Klingon.”
After a moment Chekov shook his head. “There are nearly ten life forms on the ship that are not Klingon. I don’t know which are the ones we are looking for.”
Kirk frowned. “We can’t risk just beaming them all aboard. For all we know some of those life forms could be on the Klingon’s side.”
“We should have Dr. McCoy test Miranda,” said Spock. “Perhaps he can tell us what she is so we can find her parents.”
Captain Kirk pushed his communicator. “Computer, get me sickbay.”
“Sickbay, this is McCoy.”
“Bones, I need you to run some tests on the child. Find out what she is.”
“What she is, Jim?”
“Yes, Bones. We need to know what she is so we know what we’re looking for on the Klingon ship. Go as fast as you can, Bones.”
“I’ll do my best, Jim. McCoy out.”
Kirk leaned back in his chair.
“Captain,” said helmsman Sulu. “The Klingon ship is pulling out.”
“Follow her, Mr. Sulu. We can’t risk losing Miranda’s parents.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Even if we do recover them, Captain,” said Spock, moving closer to his friend. “We can hardly expect the Klingons to have allowed them to keep the message they were supposed to bring to us. I would assume that the obtaining of this message is the entire reason the Klingons attacked them.”
“You’re probably right, Spock,” Kirk frowned. “But we still have to try to find them. If we don’t that little girl you saved will be an orphan.”
The communicator sounded suddenly. Kirk pressed the receive button quickly.
“Yes, Bones, what is it?”
“I’ve tried every test I know for this sort of thing, Jim, which isn’t many, but she’s not in any of my records.”
“Mr. Spock, is there any way we could find them simply with a DNA sample?”
“It is highly unlikely, Captain.”
Jim cursed mildly and slammed his hand down on the arm of his chair. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“I have a possible solution to our problem, Captain,” said Spock quietly.
“Then speak it.”
“If I were to mind meld with the child, Miranda, it is possible I could find the information we require to beam her parents onto this ship.”
“The Klingon ship is picking up speed, Captain,” interrupted Sulu.
“Do likewise, Mr. Sulu. You think it’d work, Spock?” asked Kirk.
“I do, Jim,” the Vulcan replied.
“Then go and do it now. We don’t have much time.”
Spock made his way as quickly as possible to sickbay. When he reached it he was stopped by Nurse Chapel.
“Miranda has just woken up, Mr. Spock,” she said, looking with piteous eyes at the child. “Be very careful with her.”
“I will do my utmost, Nurse,” replied Spock, and walked past her into the sickbay. “Miranda,” he said in a tone softer and more gentle than anyone who knew him would have thought possible. “Miranda, I need your help.”
The child sat up and looked at him, her brown eyes intent on his. “Why?” she asked softly.
“I need to know what sort of life form you are so Mr. Chekov can find your parents on the Klingon ship. Can you tell me what your life form is called?”
Miranda stared at him blankly.
“You can’t tell me?”
She shook her head. She was still in shock, Spock knew, but there was one last hope. If he mind melded with her it was just possible he could find out what exactly she was.
“Miranda, I am going to put my hands on your face, and I am going to search your thoughts to find out what I need to know.”
“That-that sounds scary,” the child murmured.
“It is not, do not worry.”
“Ok…”
Spock raised his hands and gently placed them on Miranda’s face. He closed his eyes.
“My thoughts… to your thoughts …my mind…to your mind…we are one….”
The child quivered and whimpered – a tear trickled down her cheek. “Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly. “Such a lonely child!”
“It is possible that you will find old memories reawakening. Do not be disturbed, the feeling will soon pass.”
“Oh, S'chn T'gai Spock…so lonely…so alone…”
Spock opened his eyes, staring at the child. “You have never been alone in your life…” he said with slight apprehension.
Miranda looked into his eyes. “A lonely, sad little boy. Lonely then and lonelier now… except for Jim and Bones… you’re all alone, and very sad. How do you bear it?”
Spock pulled his hands back quickly. “How did you do that?” he asked, his voice cracking with the faintest hint of alarm.
The little girl cocked her head. “When a door is open you can go through from either side.” She reached out and took Spock’s hands in hers. “Oh my lonely Mr. Spock, taluhk ashaya-veh, and I want to teach you how to dance. It will make you happy.”
Spock took a step back, his face blanching, and pulled his hand away from Miranda. “I have acquired the information I needed. Please stay here while I return to the bridge.”
When Spock reached his destination he went quickly up to Chekov and gently pushed him away from the computer.
“Allow me, Mr. Chekov.”
“You’ve found out what she is, then?” asked Kirk.
“Miranda is a hybrid of four different kinds of life forms. With this knowledge I should be able to find her parents.” There was a moment of silence while Spock searched on his scanner. He made a faint exclamation and turned swiftly to his communicator. “Mr. Scott, I have sent you the coordinates of the child Miranda’s parents. Please, beam them both back as quickly as possible. When they arrive take them to sickbay immediately.”
“Aye, Mr. Spock,” came Scotty’s quick reply.
Spock and Kirk walked together to sickbay where they found both Miranda and her parents. They seemed only a little worse for wear and McCoy and Nurse Chapel were attending to that. To Captain Kirk’s great pleasure and relief they told that the Klingons had not been able to get the message from them, and the long awaited information on the Ramulan’s forces was duly handed over to Mr. Spock.
“We thank you greatly for saving us, and our daughter, Mr. Spock,” said Miranda’s father when their business was over.
Spock nodded. “Dan-neruk. It was an honor to serve.”
Miranda slid of her bed and bounced over to Spock, grabbing his hand. “Mr. Spock is my ne ki’ne!” she exclaimed like she was showing off her prize project at a fair. “We have explored each others’ minds, and Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy are his t’hy’lara, and his mommy is a human and his daddy is a Vulcan so he’s kinda like me, and now I’m going to teach him how to dance so he can be happy!”
Spock’s face went a peculiar shade of green and he cleared his throat. Kirk looked at his friend with upraised eyebrows.
“Why, Mr. Spock!” said Jim, attempting not to laugh. “I do believe you’re blushing.
“It is nothing of the kind, Captain,” said Spock, regaining his composure. “It is merely an involuntary reaction of the sympathetic nervous system which caused the blood vessels in my face, the capillaries, to dilate. This increased blood flow resulted in the color of my face changing form a faint green undertone to a dark green undertone. Because it is involuntary, it is something I cannot control, despite my best efforts.”
Kirk smirked, and Bone laughed heartily.
If any of you know Doctor Who, you'll see I did a little unashamed idea theft in this story. 
Yes, I credit the idea of someone being able to read the other person's mind during a mind meld to Steven Moffat, Doctor Who, The Girl in the Fireplace... all that jazz. I just put the idea into a different world, for my story Hope you enjoy.
Yes, I credit the idea of someone being able to read the other person's mind during a mind meld to Steven Moffat, Doctor Who, The Girl in the Fireplace... all that jazz. I just put the idea into a different world, for my story Hope you enjoy. © 2013 - 2024 GoodOldBaz
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This only proves once more how close in spirit Doctor Who and Star Trek are (even though I haven't seen any of Doctor Who) 
It all fits! All as if I actually saw this happening!
It all fits! All as if I actually saw this happening!The ending... just precious. You captured it.
The only possible minus could be that Spock would never, ever call Scotty by his nickname - only Mr. Scott. Oh, and that Miranda's parents would rather value their daughter's life over theirs, so they will thank for "saving our daughter AND us", in this order...
But I don't very much care, because it's nonetheless good. 
