DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story contents are the creation and property of T'Kuht and is copyright (c) 2001 by T'Kuht. This story is Rated PG.

Interludes: Mamma Mia


Christine Chapel was working on the long list of crew updates that McCoy had "left" for her to work on while he went and welcomed the various ambassadors aboard. He had looked so damnably uncomfortable in his dress uniform that she nearly laughed aloud. She loved Leonard deeply as a father figure, but she still liked to tease him when she could. He picked on her so she just returned the favor. She was still chuckling over the sight when she heard the object of her mirth arriving in his office. He was obviously trying to find something to drink. "Well, I'll be damned! Christine, you'll never believe this ... you gotta have a drink."

Christine hurried out to see what the fuss was. She leaned against the doorframe, relaxed and jaunty. "My goodness, a little early for the bottle, isn't it?"

"Here, drink this. You're gonna need it," he insisted and the blonde brows knitted together with a little worry. "Oh, it's nothing serious, but guess who just came aboard...?"

She thought for a moment and remembered what planet they were orbiting. "Let me see .. the Vulcan ambassador and party?"

"And guess who the Vulcan ambassador is, or ... hey, why don't you know already?"

She shook her head in confusion. "Really Leonard, you are babbling. What are you trying to get at?"

"Spock's parents are on board and, boy, is there a lot of heat there. You should see his mother. She is so ... well, she's lovely. Beautiful blue eyes just like yours and the most gorgeous silver hair I've ever seen. His father is pretty cold, though. Apparently, he and Spock don't get along if the reception he gave his son is any indication," McCoy was saying and handed Chapel the shot of bourbon.

"Leonard, I'm on duty..." she began but his wave stopped her. Downing the contents in one gulp, she coughed, "That's awful!"

"It gets the job done a lot faster than that root beer schnapps you are always drinking. You need to drink if you're going to indulge," he determined.

"I prefer to stay sober thank you," the blonde said quietly. She never drank to the point of stupefaction. The thought of Spock's parents aboard was intriguing, however. She was certain she'd not meet them, or if she did it would be during the tour they would be taking through sickbay. Perhaps a little background check on Spock. After all, his crew physical was last week and needed to be updated anyway. Excusing herself to return to her duties, she pulled his up first.

* * *

Commander Spock exited engineering and headed for medical lab #5. The scene between him and his father was enough to make him think of at least fifteen experiments he could be doing while they were in route to Babel. With the datapadd in hand, he entered the lab. Christine Chapel was checking the same experiment that he was going to. She was working with him on this particular variation of a cure for cordrazine. After the incident with McCoy at Gateway, they were intent upon finding an antidote for the drug if it was accidentally injected or too strong a dose used. So far, they'd had little success and with no one to try it on, it was practically a moot point. Still, Spock did not have to ask Christine Chapel twice whether she thought it a worthwhile endeavor. She had an immense sense of duty and single-mindedness when working on a new project. She was an invaluable asset to the research staff. She smiled as he entered. He had no idea that she knew who was aboard. "Mr. Spock, good afternoon."

"I see you are also checking on our project. How is it coming?" he asked, glad to have a scientific topic to talk about.

"Oh, she's perking away. I still don't know how we're going to test it. I don't trust simulations very well," she pointed out.

"Yes, I agree. It is too dangerous to risk on patients. So, we shall continue to use what methods we have until a need arises," Spock decided. He wasn't particularly pleased with the idea either. Christine took the vials out of the controlled environment to study them with her own eyes. Like McCoy she preferred the hands on approach. She was pointing something out to Spock when the door slid open.

"And here is our Head Nurse ... Christine Chapel," Dr. Leonard McCoy was saying as he led Lady Amanda Grayson and Captain James Kirk into the lab. Christine recognized her immediately. Even if she hadn't read Spock's bio, McCoy had described her precisely. She was so petite and fine boned compared to the younger woman's tall strong features. Christine immediately liked her. They smiled at each other.

Spock raised an eyebrow. It was as if his mother was following him around the ship. However, he knew the tour schedule and it was the correct time for her to be here. His father was not with her, though, but he did not ask his location. He nodded to his mother. Jim Kirk was interested in this little exchange. Everyone on the ship, with the exception of perhaps two people, knew the history of Spock and Christine. Here mother met female huntress...

Spock was strategically located between the two of them. Leonard McCoy was about to start rocking on his heels with glee at the situation. It was perfect... Amanda Grayson noted the odd tone of the room. Spock might be Vulcan, but his human half was just aching to tell her something. She allowed her eyes to roam the room for a moment before settling again on the lovely tall lady beside Spock. "I am Lady Amanda..."

Spock interrupted, "Miss Chapel, I would like to introduce my mother."

McCoy nearly fell over. Kirk had to look at Spock twice. Amanda even blinked at that one. Spock had never introduced her to a woman in that fashion before. Yes, she knew what the human half wanted to tell him. But, did his Vulcan half understand even a tenth of that? Christine reacted as if she were meeting someone on the street, instead of the love of her life's mother. She grinned broadly. "I am pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Amanda answered with a touch of the New Jersey accent she had lost so long ago. She liked her, a lot. If this was the woman Spock had chosen, she was pleased. She could tell that Christine had the deep adoration that she held for Sarek. All she had to do was take a look in the depths of her eyes. Spock made no other comments to the nurse regarding his mother. He did however, ask her to explain what they were working on before the tour continued elsewhere, and he went to check on the computer downloads. They left a musing Christine in their wake...