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An RP with @logicruled that will be continued on as thread here on Tumblr. Posting the whole thing under a cut cause it is long but the story is there to read if anyone wants to or is confused by us just jumping right into a plot.

Mulder had been chasing 'little green men' his whole life. Ever since watching his sister, Samantha, be abducted right before his eyes. He had blamed himself. He should have done something to save her, but he had been paralyzed in place instead. He worked for the FBI now and he was still looking...always searching. He was on a peculiar case with Scully, but that was par for them. He had gotten separated from his partner at some point while they chased a suspect down. Why did they always run? He had the suspect cornered in an alley now, as it was a dead end. Except as he moved in for the arrest, there was a bright light and the lamps in the alley sparked and the bulbs shattered. What happened next, he wasn't entirely sure and at some point he lost consciousness.

With three days left, Spock was sure he could endure the rest of the rather dull vacation referred to as Shore Leave. His Captain had commanded two full weeks of leave on the banks of North Carolina. The hot sand reminded him of his home planet, Vulcan, but he could do without the miles of ocean before him. Spock sat on a small log in front of a scotching fire, on the beach away from the others. Drinking, shouting and chasing each other with water guns was not exactly the alien's idea of an enjoyable time. As he sat staring at the fire, knees tucked to his chest, chin on his knees, a large zap of lightening lit up the sky above him and a crack of thunder followed shortly after. Spock shot up from his seat and almost immediately after, a thud vibrated the ground. He turned on heel, only to find a man, unconscious in the sand. He was very certain he was not there before. Slowly, Spock approached him with caution. "Sir..? Can you hear me? Sir?"

Mulder woke with a start, exhaling loudly as he bolted up right. A bout of vertigo hit him, so he laid back down. Was someone talking to him? He blinked, hazel eyes finally focusing in on the figure kneeling over him. Were those...pointed ears...? Was he dreaming? Why was he on a beach? Where was Scully? He had to make sure she was okay so he attempted to scramble back to his feet. “A woman...with red hair...have you seen her?” His voice was a little more panicked than he would like. After all that time working on X-Files, he should be used to the strange things that happened to him....but this was on a whole new level.

Careful not to touch the other, he raised a slanted brow at the mention of the woman with red hair. "I am afraid I have not seen this woman." Spock took a slow step backwards, no longer hovering over the man and giving him enough room to stand. He appeared distressed, panicked even. "Please remain calm." While he was not a Doctor, he had been around Doctor McCoy enough to know the signs of a concussion when he saw them. "Can you tell me what the stardate is, Sir?" The Vulcan remained back, respectfully ensuring the other had enough space.

When it was apparent the stranger with pointed ears, he did double take just to make sure, didn't know where Scully was he began shouting her name. Mulder got no answer of course, only a few stares from a family down the beach. He probably looked like a ranting mad man, which happened a lot actually. The question confused him. "Star date?" He echoed. Did that mean the year? And he was supposed to be the spooky one. "Uh....Nineteen...ninety-six..."

As the man began yelling, Spock took another two steps back and then glanced over his shoulder at the rest of his crew down the beach. When the other stopped yelling and finally answered, Spock raised a slanted brow and tilted his head just slightly. "You are stating you are from 1996?" Spock swallowed hard. That could not be. That was impossible. At this point, Spock was not sure if he should call for Doctor McCoy, or continue talking to the delusional man. The Vulcan glanced up at the sky, which was clear and full of stars. He looked back to the Terran, "I apologize, I do not know a being by the name of 'Scully.'... You may call her on my comm." His brows furrowed as he watched the man closely.

Had he hit his head, harder than he thought? The pointy eared-man seemed more confused than he was. “Of course I am. Why...what year do you think it is?” When it was clear Scully was not around at all, he calmed down a little but he was still worried. “Comm? Is that...like a cell phone?” There seemed to be a bit of language barrier between them but not enough to keep them from communicating still. “Are...those ears real?” He asked suddenly, no longer able to stop himself from doing so.

Oh, he knew exactly what year it was. "2260." He said without a shadow of a doubt, studying the man's face with his calm, dark eyes. "You will be unable to reach her if you are still functioning on CDMA or GSM signal." If he recalled his history correctly, LTE did not come out until 2012. At the question of his ears, there's a very, very faint smirk that twitched on the ends of his lips. "...Indeed. They are. I am Vulcan." This man truly was out of his time period. Even his clothes appeared to be... dated. The language was dated. His hair style was dated. "What is the last event you remember?"

2260? That...was impossible. Mulder ran a hand over his face, his mind racing and trying to put things together. He had thought their suspect had been capable of causing temporal rifts...but nothing like this. He didn't understand a damn thing about whatever technology the stranger was talking about. He tilted his head. Vulcan? “You...you're an alien...but you...look human...” He grinned, hands going into the air in his excitement. “Aliens do exist!” He yelled to sky above him, ignoring the question asked of him as he was far too ecstatic at the moment.

At that, Spock was not sure what to think or even say. His brows raised as the other raised his hands, clearly excited by his mere existence. "You are not troubled by the fact you are years outside of your own time?" He had expected tears, a mental break down, disbelief, quite honestly anything that was not... excitement. Rarely did Spock feel anything, but this surprise and mild concern was difficult to hide considering the circumstance. "What is the last event you remember?" He repeated, waiting for the answer.

Mulder was far too excited about extraterrestrials existing to be worried about the time jump. That could come later, right now aliens being real mattered more to him than anything. After a moment, he calmed down and he glanced over to the...Vulcan...was it...? “Sorry. This...you have no idea how much of a big moment this is for me.” He took the time to compose himself further. “I was chasing someone I suspected of being able to cause temporal shift...but...I never thought...” He shook his head as he trailed off for a moment. “...there was a bright light, bulbs exploding in a lamppost...then nothing after that...and now I am here...”

Spock could only imagine-- It had to be a big moment. If he was from 1996, he had not even experienced the first publicly announced alien contact. He remained silent as the other tried to work through his emotions, it seemed. He gave a slight nod, "I understand this is an...unusual situation." Spock kept his distance, eyeing the other skeptically. Part of him did not want to believe this, but his logical half informed him he would be a fool not to. "Fascinating." He murmured, "And then you were here?" That explained the flash of lightning and the sudden crack of thunder-- Likely his appearance within this time frame caused it. "Perhaps it would be best if you returned to my cabin with me."

It appeared they were both fascinated with each other. At the offer to go with the alien, Mulder nodded. He had so many questions to ask. His mind was still racing but he had finally gathered his bearings. “In my excitement, I forgot to introduce myself. Fox Mulder, I work with FBI.” He held out his hand for the Vulcan to shake. Did anyone even do handshakes in the future anymore? If it wasn't accepted, he'd just chock it up to cultural differences. He wasn't even sure if the bureau still existed or if the alien would know what it was.

He was relieved to see this man had finally come to some senses, at least enough to nod and provide an adequate answer. Fox Mulder. Interesting name. The FBI was certainly an antiquated term. Spock raised a brow as he offered his hand, though he did not take it for several reasons. "I am Spock. It is interesting to meet you, despite the circumstances." He turned on heel, walking over to kick the sand over the fire to put it out. He ignored the loud banter of his crew down the beach and turned back to Mulder, "If you will please follow me," he led the man off the beach and through the small path through a thin forest, which seemed to slowly bring them to a city. The Enterprise was currently docked and receiving repairs.

So, handshakes were outdated then. Mulder dropped his hand to his side. “Likewise.” Spock...and he was supposed to be the one with the weird name. He followed after the Vulcan, looking all around him. The vegetation didn't seem all that different, but his face held one of utter wonderment anyway. As if he was looking at this world for the very first time. He kept up easily with his long strides and made sure to keep Spock in his visage at all times, even while looking around.

Speaking over his shoulder, "We are on Earth. You may be familiar with North Carolina." For some reason, Spock felt the need to clarify for the man. After all, he did just jump forward in time over two hundred years. "Our ship, The Enterprise, is currently docked for repairs. We leave for--" It didn't do any good to tell him what space station. "Space... Within three days." Once they were out of the forest and brush, the alien led Mulder through a bustling city-- hovercars, aliens, all in the open for him to see. Spock turned, glancing to him as if making sure the man hadn't run off. He led him to a huge white building, resembling that of an extremely upgraded Hilton hotel.

“I was in North Carolina on that case as well.” Mulder supposed that made sense, as much as anything else did right now at least. Ship? Space...? It was all starting to sink in the enormity of what had actually happened to him. Everything he knew and loved was gone. Ripped away from in the blink of an eye. Would he ever see his mother again? Scully? The wonder quickly faded after that, though his jaw did drop at the city passing them by as they went. “Wait...I...need to sit...” He didn't look for a bench, just sat where he was and it almost got him trampled and people...aliens too shouted at him.

Fascinating. He simply jumped through some sort of space time continuum, which if Spock sat down and calculated and thought about it, he likely could figure a way to get the man back to his own time. It would require they both be aboard the Enterprise, but the man seemed to trust him, so far. Spock had to nearly stand over him, defensive as the man all but collapsed to the spot where he stood. "Mr. Mulder, you may sit when we are within my cabin." The Vulcan shot a few dark glares at the people and aliens who shouted, though seemed to avoid trampling as long as he stood close. "I must ask you stand, I understand this is...overwhelming, however, you are not safe sitting here."

It took him a moment to collect himself. “Mr. Mulder was my father, Mulder is fine. And never Fox...I even made my parents call me Mulder.” He offered a grin that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. It wasn't true, his parents and sister called him by his first name but he didn't particularly care for it. He got up and offered an apology, a hand gesturing to Spock to continue to lead the way.

"Mulder." Spock corrected, noting he did not like to be called by his first name. Granted, there were very, very few he called by first name, anyway. He said nothing more, "Please, remain close." With the hustle and bustle of the city, Spock did not trust most within the region. He couldn't quite understand why the Captain even wanted to visit such an area. The only redeeming quality was the beach. He led the man inside the building, urging him towards the turbolift which slid shut the moment Mulder stepped in with Spock. With a quick press of a button, they were zipping up, higher within the building.

Mulder followed quietly, trying not to bump into to many people or aliens but it is hard not to be looking around like a tourist and following Spock all at once. He managed to avoid most beings and should he run into anyone or anything, he apologized. He was amazed and in shock, which probably wasn't the best combination but he thought he was doing fairly well all things considered. The elevator, at least that was what he thought it was, moved with a speed he wasn't quite ready for and he lost his footing and tried to use Spock's arm to catch himself.

A firm hand came out to grab Mulder's elbow in order to prevent him from falling, "It is a speed you are not accustomed to," he murmurs, as if trying to put him at ease. "We are going to floor 167. My suite is there and my crew shares the same floor." When the turbolift opens suddenly, Spock releases Mulder's elbow and allows him to exit first. "Room 7863." Fortunately, the crowd is now gone and the hallway is empty. A bright red carpet lined the pristine white halls. "I have questions for you, once we are within private quarters."

Mulder kept on his feet, and watched as the numbers continued to ascend upwards. 167 floors? That seemed...excessive but there were far more interesting and disconcerting things going on for him to ponder it too long. He glanced left and then right, when he stepped out of the suped up elevator. He decided to just let Spock lead him to the room than try to figure out which way to go. “I have questions as well. How about tit-for-tat?”

"Very well." He answered simply and then stopped in front of his room, stepping towards the door. A small sensor scanned Spock's eyes and the door read, "Commander Spock, welcome back. Please enjoy your stay." And the door clicked as it auto-unlocked. He pushed the door handle, opening it to reveal a large, lavish room with wide windows that gave a clear view of the city. Once inside, he waited for Mulder to enter before closing the door back, it clicked as it locked. "What is it you do within the... FBI?" Spock crossed the room and entered the kitchen. He withdrew two glass bottles of water and then sat on the edge of a stool, eyeing the Terran before him.

Mulder gave a low whistle when he entered the room...more like a suite. He hadn't missed Spock's title either. A commander. In the military then? He walked over to the window to look at the city. It all felt so very surreal and looked it. “I am Special Agent. I work on cases that are unexplained phenomena. Astral projection, aliens, big foot. I had a nickname in the Academy. Spooky Mulder.” He gave a wry grin. “Now your turn. The system that let us in the room called you Commander. Are you in the military?” Depending on the answer, he might leave. He didn't have good luck with military and definitely didn't trust them.

He leaves the glass of water on the counter for Mulder and then drinks some of his own before he steps to his side, looking out of the window. "Fascinating. I was unaware the old Bureau had such a department." Now, half the government was run by different species. At the question, Spock turns his head to glance at Mulder. "Negative. I am the First Officer of the USS Enterprise. Our mission is to explore-- We are not involved with the military." he eyed Mulder, knowing this likely did not make sense. "My Captain and I command a starship that is used for discovering systems and planets."

Mulder turned away from the view of the city to look at Spock while the Vulcan spoke. “They don't...not officially anyways, despite my best efforts to get the cases I worked on noticed.” Or if he did get noticed, it was not the kind of attention he wanted and usually ended up with his or Scully's life in danger. Usually both. “You explore...space then?” Spock hadn’t asked a second question so he had taken advantage of that.

Spock took notice that Mulder had asked another question, but he allowed it. "Indeed. We explore and map space. As we come across new planets, if the atmosphere allows, we will beam down and survey its lifeforms." Still facing Mulder, he fires off his next question. "The man you were chasing-- You were able to tell he could cause such a shift? How?" That was some advanced technology, considering his time.

That sounded....amazing. Mulder wondered if Spock would take him on one of those...explorations. Sooner, rather than later. While he found the future wonderful, he still had a life to get back to. “I didn't know for sure. It was more of a hunch, than anything.” He gave a small shrug. He had very good instincts when it came to his work and rarely was wrong, even if he couldn't always prove he was right. It seemed to be a constant occupational hazard. He had several questions still, but he couldn't think of another. His mind was sitting still long enough for him to form another one.

Truly, Spock was just as amazed. He had never encountered such a time skip, it was nearly unfathomable. Fifty years was one thing, but over two hundred? He wondered what the Captain would say, what Mr. Scott would say and the rest of his crew. After a long silence between them, Spock was finally the first to speak. "I do not have the information to guarantee I can return you to your time, however, I will try." Spock didn't have another question, not at the moment. He vaguely wondered if it was possible to hop that far back in the past, if so, it was possible to devastate the future. "Please make yourself comfortable. If you are hungry," he wouldn't be able to navigate the high tech kitchen. "Then I can assist you."

Mulder raised his eyebrows. “Really?” He wasn't going to be hopeful about it, considering the unnatural means he got here. He could tell the technology was advanced, clearly, but it seemed doubtful time travel was common or even possible with the way Spock spoke of it and the Vulcan seemed to be very knowledgeable. “As long as the future has sunflower seeds, I'm good.” He gave a smile but it faded after a moment. “If you don't mind, I'm going to take a look around.” The hotel. The city. Maybe try to find a library where he could do some research.

There was something in his features that radiated mild disappointment and perhaps even a trace of fear, though he did well at hiding his emotions. He recalled feeling similar when he lost his home planet. Spock finished his glass of water and cleared his throat, "I will accompany you." Research and exploring, now that was something Spock enjoyed when compared to his rowdy crewmates. "You are extremely behind in the time and it would be unwise to make this venture alone."

Mulder profiled people for a living and a single facial tic was all he needed to discern thoughts and emotions from someone. It had been very subtle and quick but still there. Spock seemed to keep things like that close to the chest and so he didn't inquire further. He wasn't surprised in the least at the request. Well, more like statement. He had expected it really and welcomed. He knew when he was out of this depths and right now, he was so far displaced from knowing anything that having a guide was more or less a necessity. And...the Vulcan was kind of growing on him and found he enjoyed the alien's company.

He led Mulder to the door, glancing over his shoulder briefly. "What is it you are searching for?" There were different archives and it varied based on information and era. Spock opened the door and allowed for Mulder to exit before he locked his suite and headed back towards the turbolift. "It is unfortunate, but in some areas humans are no longer the dominate species and are captured and sold into blackmarket slavery." Ah, human trafficking never did truly cease. Once inside the turbo lift, he reaches up to grip Mulder's arm before pressing the button this time.

“I'm not sure yet. Might just take in the sights, you know, be a tourist and all that. Then if you have library or anything similar, I might do some research.” Mulder was good at that, even if he didn't usually know what he was looking for until he found it. At the mention of human trafficking he deadpans, “nice to know, some things never change.” He glanced down at the hand on his arm. “I think I'll be okay this time but if you wanted to hold hands, all you had to do was ask.” He flashes a grin.

There's a faint green tinge that darkened at the points of his ears. At that moment, he was tempted to inform the other, very vaguely, of Vulcan culture. "Very well. We can tour, as you say." He ignored the comment about holding his hand, as he was not sure how to properly respond to such a suggestion. Though, Spock dropped his hand and allowed for Mulder to stand on his own while the turbolift shot down towards the bottom floor. "Do you wish to walk? Or acquire a taxi?"

Mulder is pretty sure he just made an alien blush, which he found to be rather amusing. He slid a little in the unnecessarily fast elevator but kept upright just fine on his own otherwise. “Walk, I want to see and experience as much as I can.” He went to the building's exit easily, having a photographic memory was a blessing and a curse at the same time. It simply depended on what he was remembering at the moment. “Do you have any suggestions on where to go first?”

"I will allow you to lead." Which basically meant, I am here to supervise and ensure you do not run into trouble. He clasped his hands behind his back and then walked along side Mulder, exiting the building and once more they found themselves in the bustling sidewalk and streets of downtown. Spock glanced up at the sound of a starship preparing to take off, the loud fans and exhausts whirled and drowned out the honking of horns and speeding vehicles. And since the vehicles hovered over the street, they occasionally slid up over the sidewalk carelessly as they zipped by.

Mulder looked up as well, the sound drawing his attention almost immediately. He watched the sky in wonderment. It was all so very fascinating to witness. He watched the ship take off for a bit, before simply staring at the hovering vehicles. One of the questions he had before came to mind, so he looked over at Spock. “What year did the general population find out about aliens?” He wondered if it would happen in his life span...or should have... Well, now he knew what he was going to look up when they found a library. Himself.

Spock answered once the ship had taken off, gone into warp and vanished as if it had never been hovering within the distance. "Earth experienced first contact in 2063. A Vulcan survey ship detected the warp signature of another ship and touched down within Montana to investigate." There was a slight flicker of emotion in those dark eyes at the mention of Vulcan, but otherwise he offers a flat, 'matter of fact' response. He walks alongside Mulder, remaining on the outer side, as most know better than to touch a Vulcan-- Even by accident.

If Mulder hadn't been so enthralled by the entire world around him, he might have noticed the quick flicker. “And the Government...they didn't do anything to prevent it? Or cover it up...or anything?” He was extremely suspicious and dubious of this. Then again, in 2063 they might not exist at all anymore. Although, admittedly he didn't know exactly who they were but the cigarette smoking man was absolutely one of them. If there was any justice in the world, the bastard died of a slow death. He didn't want to think about that nameless man right now though, he had whole new world to explore.

As they walked, Spock spoke. "It was not that simple. For example, the USS Enterprise can house up to 1,014 crew members. When you have a starship with such a high capacity, with that many witnesses on both the human party and the alien party, not including bystanders-- You cannot simply 'cover it up.' There is now a celebrated holiday for such a life impacting moment. 'First contact day,' celebrated on April 5th." He glances to the side, looking at Mulder in order to judge his reaction to the information given to him.

Mulder thought on that for a while. “Aliens visited Earth before that, but I doubt any such records exist now if they ever did at all. That is the kind of work I do. Uncovering the truth from men who think they are above the law and shedding light on their lies. But no matter how close I got to the truth...they would always be five steps ahead.” He didn't know what he would do now, if he got stuck in the future. His work at the FBI had been his life and without it...he felt...almost empty...without purpose.

Ah, now Spock understood the type of work he did. "I have heard there were conspiracies of that day, however I cannot be certain. It was before my time and I was not born, nor raised on Earth." Of course, he'd had proper history lessons but as always, the government cuts what they do not wish to be known. Spock could not guarantee he knew of all that happened during the first contact. "Perhaps you will find answers within the archives." He could not guarantee that.

“A lot of theories out there, but as far as I know none of them were proven.” Mulder shook his head at that a bit. “I've dreamed of meeting aliens my whole life, ever since Samantha...my sister was taking from me. I couldn't save her...” The words became more mumbled and quiet the longer he spoke and he hadn't even really realized he had voiced them out loud. He said no more after that, chromatic gaze still looking around him but no longer really taking in his surroundings as his thoughts and guilt consumed him.

Despite the mumbled words, Spock heard what Mulder had said about his sister. He too, knew what it felt like to lose family and feel useless. Just as he had watched Vulcan be destroyed before his eyes and his own Mother slip from his grasp. It was a rare, truly empathetic response that came from the Vulcan. "..I am sorry about your sister, Mulder." Spock couldn't help but wonder who took her-- What had happened? He wondered if he had anyway to find out. Interesting. They had something in common. Loss.

Spock speaking startled Mulder out of his thoughts. An attempt at a smile was made, but it didn't reach his eyes, let alone on his lips. “It's...fine. It was a long time ago.” Well, even longer now he supposed. He was far too distracted with his thoughts to be able to enjoy the future. “All right, enough sightseeing. Where is the library? Or wherever you keep detailed records?”

He was unsure of how to handle the sudden shift in mood, so of course, Spock said nothing more on the matter. "Our archives are this way," he led the other towards a building resembling that of a large capitol building. As they walked, the Vulcan remained silent in order to further avoid stressing the Terran out. Once inside, Spock passed up well over half of the document viewing stations and headed towards the back of the building where there were locked security rooms. Spock used his finger to quickly unlock one of the rooms, punching in his Vulcan serial number in order to gain access. It was not against policy to bring a guest, as long as they were heavily supervised. Once they were inside the private room, Spock shut the door and then sat down behind the counter and brought up digital screens, which hovered in the air with a light blue aura. He rolled his chair out of the way and provided the typing space for Mulder.

Mulder was fine with the silence. Despite being virtual strangers still, he didn't find it uncomfortable though. He followed automatically, his mind and body working on a sort of auto pilot mode, which was until they finally entered the building. He looked around him with renewed interest. It seemed the Commander had access to a more...private room. Perfect. The digital screens in front of him, were like something out of sci-fi movie. He didn't bother sitting in a chair, opting to simply stand while he typed quickly and confidently on the keyboard. It wasn't that different from the one was used to and he had always been a quick learner, so any errors made weren't repeated. He could feel Spock behind him, watching the screens intently. “You are worse that Scully,” he murmured offhandedly but didn't turn around. “She's my partner, worked on the X-Files with me. She often read over my shoulder when reviewing files together.” He read quickly, his photographic memory storing in it brain forever. First he looked himself up, as he had planned. He had been reported missing by Scully and then declared dead after a month. Dana had followed several leads and the file on his disappearance and suspected murder was still open to this day. His mother had died shortly after and a string of curse words that followed, he didn't even try to hide. The X-Files closed less than a year after his disappearance, Scully reassigned to teaching medical students in the FBI. He rubs at his head a moment, before typing in a new search.

Spock studied the way he moved, reads and quickly grasps onto information. Photographic memory. Fascinating. He certainly seemed far more intelligent than he had anticipated someone from the 1990's to be. As he begins to type, the Vulcan does come closer in order to read over his shoulder. He handed him this information, of course he was going to read it as well. He was curious about the man and rightfully so. At his comment, the alien says nothing. He did not know the woman, therefore he was not sure that was necessarily an insult. He did recall Mulder calling for her, concerned, when he first appeared before him. Spock can read just as fast, his dark gaze sweeps over the information and takes it in with each swipe of Mulder's finger.

Spock read through the information, realizing that perhaps it was too late to send Mulder back. He had hoped that was not the case. Spock did not wish such loss on any being. He watched as Mulder seemed to fall in and out of certain emotions, ones the Vulcan could not quite read on the man's expression. "It is illogical to torture yourself." His voice comes softer than originally intended, perhaps it is the human emotions attempting to bubble to the surface as he watched Mulder's life begin to fall apart before him.

Considering everything he had just read, Mulder felt like he was holding on better than he probably should be. He thought Spock's word choice was strange but just figured it was a Vulcan thing. “Emotions are illogical,” he replied far too calmly for someone who was feeling every conceivable emotion at once. Hopefully they had shooting ranges in the future, because he was going to need one by the time he was done catching up on history. He had lost his primary weapon when he'd gone unconscious but he still had his backup holstered to his ankle. He could feel the weight pressed against his sock, his loose pant legs making for the perfect concealment. He typed with a little more force, this time looking up his sister. The file was still open and as far as he could tell, Scully had tried to find the truth for her too but. He looks up his partner next and was a little relieved to see she lived a long life. It looked like an empty life though. Never married. No children. Her younger sister had been murdered and the file was still open, but some hand written notes (Scully's hand writing) indicated the initials A.K. was the killer. A fist closes so hard, his knuckles pop. It had to be Alec Krycek. That bastard had killed his father too. Honestly, he should have just put a bullet in the bastard's head when he had the chance. Except...he wasn't killer. He wasn't like them.

Emotions were illogical, the man was right. Spock stilled, sensing the anger radiating off Mulder and despite what he said, he was feeling emotions just bottling them up. And if Spock had to say, he appeared to be doing better than most. He swallowed and kept silent, not out of fear, but out of respect. In a sense, Spock viewed him as in mourning. The loss of himself, mother, partner, sister. He knew there were no words to offer comfort. Though, he imagined Mulder must be feeling how he felt when he lost his own mother and his entire planet right before his eyes. Spock straightened and tucked his hands behind his back once more, keeping them folded in the small. He simply watched, knowing there was nothing he could do to help the man for the time being and he would not utter words of false hope.

Mulder didn't know how to turn off the computer. He had been half tempted to smash them his knuckles but Spock had used some sort of identification code to get and it would likely get the Vulcan in trouble. If he had been the only one at risk, he honestly wouldn't have given a shit but the Commander had been nothing but kind since finding him on the beach. A sigh escaped him and he turned away from the information. “Thank you,” he murmured. It was unclear what the thanks was for, whether the companionable silence or use of the computers. Possibly both. “Is there a shooting range nearby or perhaps a bar?”

He reached over and turned the computer off and then focused on Mulder. "Drinking will not resolve your emotional distress," he points out. "However, if we return to my suite there is an open bar." Shooting range? Spock was unfamiliar with that term and so he had decided to ignore it. He kept his voice low, as if speaking loudly would break Mulder in his fragile state. Spock knew that he did not have the ability to pick up the pieces. "I will not take you to a public bar in this emotional state. I have no desire to come between you and another if there is a physical altercation."

The Vulcan had an interesting way of phrasing things but Mulder didn't comment on it. “Drinking may not resolve anything but it will let me forget if I drink enough and pass out. It's the day after that is the real bitch.” Apparently shooting ranges were a no go in the future, since that wasn't even addressed at all. Maybe he would explain it later. An open bar sounded far too wonderful at the moment. “If I get in a fight, you don't need to interfere on my behalf. I was trained at the academy in Quantico. Which may or may not mean anything to you, but we are taught how to fight and shoot. But I digress, back to the hotel it is.”

There was a soft, barely audible sigh of relief as Mulder digressed and simply agreed to go back to the hotel suite. "I understand you are capable against humans. It is not humans I am concerned about." However, Spock was well versed in martial arts, both human and Vulcan. Plus, with a simple nerve pinch, he could easily drop another being. As long as they were not outnumbered. He did not want to chance it unless necessary. "Returning to the hotel is the logical choice." Without another word, Spock led the way back to the motel. There was that silence between them once more, the one Spock refused to touch. They were within the turbolift when Spock finally spoke, shortly after hitting the button to direct them to the correct floor. "If you are looking to expel anger, I will spar with you."

It seemed logic dictated how Vulcan’s acted, rather than emotions. Or at least this particular one. Mulder hadn't met any other ones to be able to make an accurate assessment. It didn't bother him really. He found it interesting actually. It didn't seem to talk too long to get back to the hotel and back on that stupid elevator the moved faster than he would have liked. “Okay, but if I win I get to drink as much as I want without you telling me logical or illogical anything is. And if you win, you can limit my alcohol consumption and I'll try not to complain about it too much. Deal?”

The Vulcan did his best not to smirk, "Deal." He knew the man could not win against him. However, he was capable of taking a few hard hits if it meant the other would unwind and not drink himself into an oblivion. He recalled the way his Captain used to drink, heavily and stupidly. Fortunately, those days were over. He led them down the hall and once more, used his eyes to gain access to the room. "Welcome back, Commander Spock." The door unlocked and he pushed to enter, stepping aside to allow Mulder in and then he closed the door behind them. Spock leaned over to remove his boots. He had not been in uniform, instead only in a pair of black slacks and a black turtle neck.

“Just because I'm an old man, doesn't mean you should go easy on me. I look pretty good for almost three hundred years old, if I do say so myself.” Humor was a familiar defense mechanism, even if at the moment it wasn't his usual dry wit. He removed his trench coat, black tie and suit coat. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. “Are there any rules you wish to implement in this spar?”

He smirked at that one and he could not even deny it, technically, he was quite old. "You have free range." Spock said dryly, almost amused. The rules would not be necessary and it was likely this spar would not last long, unless Mulder had more stamina than expected. He shifted his stance just a bit, spreading his feet apart in order to achieve a better sense of ground. "You may proceed," his dark eyes never left Mulder, cold and calculating.

Mulder took off his shoes, as he watched Spock. He wasn't sure he will actually win. He had absolutely no idea what kind of fighting a Vulcan would know. One that was a Commander nonetheless. That, he isn't as young as he used to be and it has been ten years since the training at the Academy. He didn't want to try and think about the math. He took a moment to see what sort of stance Spock would take. It was a fairly standard one, that he could tell. He glanced around the room, it was pretty clear shot. Good. He charged forward like he was going to tackle at the waist, but once close enough he slid across the wooden floor on his socks and moves to do a scissors kick at the feet.

His eyes never left Mulder as the man glanced around the room as if trying to calculate his first move. With cat like reflexes, Spock prepared for impact and while he could have avoided being knocked to the floor, he allowed for Mulder to sweep him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, causing the glass vases on the table near the bed to vibrate against one another. Using his arms and upper body strength, Spock caught himself before his chest hit the floor and spun, sweeping his legs beneath Mulder in an attempt to sweep the man to the floor.

With the current forward momentum, Mulder had to wait for his next move but Spock was already making his so he was forced on the defensive. His position however, didn't give him much maneuverability except to control the fall. He twisted in what he hoped would allow him to straddle the Vulcan at the waist, since The Commander was already on the floor and he wanted to take full advantage of that if he could.

With such a forceful swing of his legs, Spock didn't have time for another move before Mulder was already on the floor and twisting to straddle him. Though he wasn't in a position to move from his grasp quick enough, he was at least able to ensure his arms were free as he was straddled to the hardwood floor. The moment Mulder was above him, Spock swung his fist in an attempt to punch him in the face while simultaneously reaching around with his freehand to grip the waistband of his pants in preparation to peel him off.

The blow to the face was expected and his left arm deflected it instinctively. However, the hand on the waistband came as a surprise, but his other arm is already drawn back and he didn't want to give up the free shot at the face so he didn't pull it at all and aimed for hard blow to the right side of the jaw near the chin. To help keep him place, he squeezed he his legs around the obliques but he knew unless he landed a punch he would likely be dislodged soon. Through the midst of it all he couldn't help but give a small grin. “I hate to break it to you, but I prefer red heads.”

At the comment, Spock seemed entirely unfazed. It seemed illogical to joke during a spar, which reminded him of his Captain. Humans. Spock clenched his teeth hard in order to prevent his jaw from dislocating as the punch successfully landed, but as it lands, he's quick and jerks Mulder with inhuman strength by the waistband of his pants while using his deflected hand to shove hard against his chest to dislodge him from his waist. His jaw burned and at that moment, he realized the Terran was far stronger than he actually looked. Fascinating. The spot would bruise slightly. He uses the brief moment after Mulder's removal to bounce right back to his feet.

The grin got bigger when the punch connected but it was short lived when he tumbled back. He managed not to keep his balance and he too was back up on feet. “Not too bad for an alien.” It was meant as compliment and not an insult. He decided to let Spock make the next move, since any attack he made now would be easy to anticipate. It was best to stay on the defensive for now and he readies himself for whatever the Vulcan might do next.

He gave a slight tilt of his head at that comment, slanted brow raising just enough to express the slightest amusement. "And you are not bad for a nearly three hundred year old human." Spock waited for Mulder to regain his balance on his feet before he made his next move. With the same inhuman force, he moved in with a frontal attack, hand sweeping up in an attempt to connect his palm with Mulder's jaw while his other hand bolted forward for a blow to the chest.

So Spock had a sense of humor after all. Mulder didn't let that distract him at the moment. He was ready for the attack but not the speed. Damn Vulcan's were fast. He brought up his arms like a boxer, effectively blocking his chest and face, but his arms and hands took the brunt of the attacks. He gave a small grunt from the impact and pain that reverberated along his upper limbs. The force staggered him backward and he knew it would it leave him open to another attack so he hoped to regroup.

This time, Spock didn't wait for Mulder to regain his stance. The moment his attacks were blocked, the Vulcan fired off another. This time he attempted another facial hit with his fist while his leg swept hard below in an effort to knock him off his feet. He'd hoped to either make a successful hit to his jaw, or knock him to the ground where he could easily pin him for a more successful attempt in attacking. His hard blows brought back the memory of the time he slammed his Captain against Sulu's station.

Had his balance been perfect, he would have been able to avoid both attacks with a simple jump backwards. However, that wasn't the case. He was still regaining his footing and while he was able to keep his face protected, his feet were swept out from under him. He fell back on the ground, landing back first with a small thud. He rolled right immediately on impact so he won't be prone but he would need a little more time to get up before Spock would be on him again, considering the Vulcan's speed.

Speed and upper body strength was the Vulcan's biggest advantage. Once Mulder hit the ground, the alien didn't miss a beat and he immediately dropped in order to attempt to pin him to the floor. Granted, he wasn't quick enough to straddle him while in prone. His thighs were situated on each side of Mulder, legs spread enough so he could attempt to force the man back into the prone position by grabbing his shoulder and roughly jerking him to the side.

Mulder hadn't rolled fast enough, or maybe it had just been anticipated. Either way, the Vulcan had the upper hand now. He didn't resist the tug on his shoulder, hoping it would confuse Spock. As he rolled, he swung with his free arm. It wouldn't have as much impact as the last blow he had given the Commander, since it was a quick jab rather than an entire swing. He aimed for the nose this time, palm open in attempt to break it.

The lack of attempting to resist did in fact throw Spock off, he paused momentarily thinking perhaps he had been too hard on the human. After all, this was simply a spar and not a serious fight. His concern was brief, but as brief as it was it did not prevent the blow to the nose. Green blood began to drizzle from Spock's right nostril, trickling down and over his top lip. With that blow, Spock grunted and balled his fist in Mulder's shirt and pulled him into his next assault, throwing his fist into the man's face with uncharacteristic rage.

Mulder was surprised the blood was green and for a moment he thought it would be toxic, like the bounty hunter and hybrids. Because admittedly, he had no idea what kinds of aliens they actually were if Spock was one of them. In his state of astonishment, the blow hit him full force in the face and he coughs up some blood. The blow and not chocking to death, brought him back to his senses. He brought his knee up hard, aiming for the stomach.

Within his rage, Spock caught Mulder's knee and prevented the blow to the stomach. He noticed the blood, though his own drips in green droplets, speckling Mulder's shirt. The muscle in his jaw pulsed as he clenched his teeth, free hand jolting up for another strike to the man's face. His other hand continues to grip Mulder's knee, preventing further action with that leg.

Mulder smirks and took the next blow to the face, his eye beginning to swell shut. He kept pressing with his knee, to make sure that hand would stay in place. The Vulcan was fast but he didn't think the Commander would be fast enough to block the blow from his free knee, it wouldn't but as potent given the angle and current position of both their bodies but he hoped it would be enough force to he could get out from under Spock.

There was a brief moment of hesitation as Spock lifted his fist for another strike against Mulder's face. With the man twisting beneath him, the free knee knocks the air out of him and Spock tumbles backward with a hard grunt and hits the table near the bed, knocking the vases off, they clash to the floor and shatter. Spock doesn't seem to be remotely bothered by this as he bounces up once more with a low growl and launches himself at Mulder.

Mulder stumbled to his feet, half blinded and spitting out some more blood on the floor. In his current condition, he became sluggish but it didn't stop him from trying to flip Spock over his shoulder when the Commander came back at him. He had really pissed the Vulcan off it would. He found that amusing, considering the lack of emotion shown up until now.

Somewhere along the way, Spock had forgotten this was a spar meant to assist the man before him in venting his emotional troubles. As he dove at Mulder, he'd expected to throw the man off balance but instead was flipped over his shoulder. Spock landed on his back hard on the ground with a cough, dazed looking up towards the ceiling as he blinked a few times to try and get the ringing sound to dissipate. He rolled to his side before the other could reach him.

Mulder couldn't help but laugh, he hadn't expected that to work. That was a basic technique the Academy taught. Maybe not in the future, the FBI didn't exist now so it was possible. He turned around and though Spock seemed temporarily stunned, his own slowed movements made it near impossible to take advantage of the prone of Vulcan. He was feeling a little dizzy, probably the blows to the head and possible concussion. He ignored that though, and moved to kick the Commander in the ribs while still down on the ground.

Spock allowed himself to be kicked a few times in the ribs while he was down, closing his eyes and grunting as he reminded himself Mulder needed to blow off some steam. He had gotten carried away, illogically so. The Vulcan reached out and gripped Mulder's leg mid-kick and jerked hard in an attempt to floor the man once more. He had managed to blink some of his daze away, successfully functioning more efficiently without the ringing in his ears.

Mulder didn't seem to notice that Spock was allowing the abuse. Although, his anger, grief, guilt and energy were running out. The kick he received had him fall sideways and didn't quite have time to catch is fall. His head slammed into the wooden floor, his one good eye seeing spots and if he didn't have a concussion before he did now, based on the blood that was beginning to stream down his face. He laid on the floor, still on his side, dazed for more minutes.

As Mulder hits the ground, Spock glances over towards him to watch as he lays there and breathes. His dark gaze catches the blood trickling down the side of his head and as Mulder continues to lay there, the Vulcan considers the spar over. It was likely for the best, especially considering the damage he could have done if truly out of control. His father wasn't here to stop him this time. He rolls onto his back and allows his eyes to shut, focusing on slowing his breathing.

Mulder rolled over on his own back with a small groan. “Giving up so soon?” Though he made no movement and gave a short laugh afterward but ended up couching up some more blood afterward. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily as the adrenaline rush began to leave him completely. After a moment, he finally got to his feet. There was a bout of vertigo and he blinked the blood out of his eye. “I don't think my insurance is going to cover this.”

"I do not intend to injure you further," Spock uttered, shifting his head against the hardwood to look over at Mulder. When the man finally stands, he notices the amount of damage is more than he had even originally intended. And insurance? Of course, a dated term. "I will have Doctor McCoy treat you." With a grunt, Spock brings himself to stand and for a moment, sways backwards. Perhaps he had landed harder than he had thought. "The open bar is to the left of the kitchen."

“I'm fine.” It was only his face that had really taken a beating, so Mulder was able to walk all right. His head was just pounding and he couldn't see well. He made his way over to the kitchen, rather than the bar. He was no longer in the mood for drinking and he realized he was quite hungry, as he hadn’t eaten in...he didn't know how long...

He didn't argue with the other about whether or not he was fine, instead he simply followed behind Mulder towards the kitchen. Spock knew the man would not be able to work the replicator. The kitchen was a pristine white. While there was a fridge, there was no stove-- Only the replicator. There was a microwave on top of the marble counter. Spock opened the drawer to show the several different cards, scattered about inside. "What is it you wish to eat?"

Mulder was bleeding in the white kitchen, red splatter staining it but he didn't notice or perhaps he simple didn't care. He usually just snacked on sunflower seeds but he would need something a little more substantial than that right now. And it seemed unlikely the cards Spock was looking at would be able to manifest that anyway. But it was the future, so maybe. He gave a small shrug. “It doesn't really matter.”

Spock did take note of the bleeding, eyeing the red splatter though he once more said nothing. It did not seem substantial enough to bother stopping, yet. Most wounds would clot on their own. His nose had stopped bleeding, though it was swollen with deep shades of yellows and green and the darker green blood had trickled down his face, along his lips and chin. There was a minor head wound, which still trickled lightly down his temple and his hair was in a complete disarray. Spock pulled out a couple of the cards, popped them in and pressed a button. Eight seconds passed and the ding signaled completion. He opened the door and pulled out a large tray of fruits and vegetables and then sat them on the marble counter.

Mulder watched curiously at first fascinated but it quickly turned into a frown at the food. “This...is how we eat in the future? What happened to real food? Is there anywhere I can where I can get a real burger that is cooked a real grill? Or is that too archaic?” Hopefully food wasn't something obsolete, that would be a travesty against humanity.

Spock opened his mouth to answer and then closed it again. He did not have an answer for where the 'real food' went. "There are very few locations that have what you seek." He picked up a strawberry and bit into it. After chewing and swallowing, he picked out another card and popped it in, this time after the seconds had passed he pulled out a burger with a side of fries. A common meal his Captain had. Being a Vegetarian, he had no interest in the burger but he slid it towards Mulder.

Mulder shook his head, his appetite lost. While he had never been a cook by any means, living mostly on take out, he was dismayed that art of cooking simply ceased to exist. There was so much good food out there and now it had been reduced to....tablets. This was certainly a disappointment to him. Hopefully the medical world was faring better in the future than the food. It was still an adjustment for him...all this...change.... He shook his head and moved back to the large window to look at the city below, a blood trail dripping behind him.

Spock left the food sitting there and for a moment he left the room entirely, seeming to disappear into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a wet towel in hand and he stepped over towards the bar. The Vulcan pulled the stool out. "Come sit down. You are bleeding all over my suite," he said bluntly, towel in hand as he waited for the man to take the offered seat. It was more of a command than a suggestion.

Mulder had lost himself in thought but hearing Spock's voice jolted him back to reality...sort of. “I told you, I'm fine Scully.” It was clear he had been lost in the past....his present or was that now? He shook his head, causing blood to splatter further. When he realized what he had said he frowned. “Sorry...I was thinking...” He didn't bother to elaborate and finally moved over to the stool the Vulcan had pulled out for him and sat down.

He wasn't alarmed by being called another name, though he did cock his head just slightly. The anger must have fizzled away, leaving behind whatever other emotions he seemed to be sifting through. "Be still," he instructed as Mulder sat down on the stool. Spock took a step closer, leaning in just a bit to inspect the wound. Carefully, without touching Mulder with skin on skin contact, Spock began to wipe up the trail of blood that had dribbled down the side of his face.

Mulder didn't even flinch as Spock began to clean the wound. His hazel eyes stared forward blankly, face neutral and in thought still. He didn't let himself brood long, and he focused in on the Vulcan. “What, no fancy medical equipment that instantly heals me or anything like that? Are you telling me that in the future, scientist come up with ways to make fake food but you still have to use a wash cloth to clean up blood?” He gave a rueful smile.

He continues to carefully clean his face, dabbing at each little cut and scrape until he reached the larger gash. "I am not a Doctor. I do not have the equipment readily available for such actions. This will have to suffice until Doctor McCoy can assist further." Spock is careful, meticulous about avoiding skin to skin contact and about properly cleaning the wound. "While the food I have provided may offend you, in this era it is still required humans eat as a means of sustenance."

Mulder mouthed the word 'ah' as he listened to Spock speak. “Not so much offensive as it is a sin against all man...and I suppose alien kind.” It was then his gaze stared at the Vulcan. “You're green blood, do you happen to know any other aliens that also have green blood. Only, it would be toxic for humans and bubble and dissolve like acid after a manner of minutes. They can only be killed with a special weapon to the base of the neck.”

The Vulcan paused at this, once more raising a slanted brow. "I am afraid I do not know of such a being with the biological ability you describe." He folds the towel so it's clean again before continuing. "There are several different species of alien-- All of which are anatomically and biologically different. The primary component in my blood is the element you are familiar with as copper." Spock finishes cleaning the wound and then places the towel against the larger gash that continues to trickle. "Please hold this here."

Based on the look alone, Mulder could tell the answer was no. His shoulders sagged in disappointment at that lack of information. He knew because he had almost been killed by toxic blood and had failed in killing the bounty hunter. But...all that didn't matter now, did it? He held the towel in place as instructed. “Are there many Vulcan's here on Earth or are you in some sort exchange student program?”

Spock did not answer Mulder's question immediately, he left the room to retrieve another damp towel in order to clean his own wounds. He returned a few moments later with the wet towel, "The Vulcan species is considered endangered." He swallowed and cleaned the blood from his lips and nose. Spock situated himself on the stool to the right of Mulder. "...My planet was destroyed and the remainder of my species is currently located in California near Starfleet headquarters." He was unsure what Mulder meant by exchange student.

For a moment, Mulder didn't think Spock was going to answer. A slow frown formed on his lips when the Vulcan finally spoke though. “Spock, I'm sorry. I didn't know....” Of course, it would have been impossible for him to have any knowledge of it but...it was something he could identify with. He'd just lost everything himself and now he was more alone than ever before.

For once, Spock avoided eye contact as he recalled the loss. ".. You do not have to apologize, Mulder. It was not your doing," he pulled the rag from his head and stared at the green blood that soaked into the fabric. "I was able to successfully save the Vulcan counsel, thus saving our history. However, I was unable to...” save my own Mother. Logically, he reminded himself that mourning would not change the past. Dark eyes shifted forward, meeting Mulder's evenly. "You are not to blame and you did not know. Your apology is not necessary."

Mulder waited for Spock to say more after trailing off, but whatever it had been never came forth. He wasn't going to push it though. He merely nodded, and was unsure what to say now. He still had more questions but those could wait until later. “How's your nose?” A change in subject would likely be welcome by both of them.

"Broken," Spock gave a simple, blunt answer. Though, the corner of his lips switched as if they threatened to pull into a smirk. "How is your head?" He shifted forward on the stool, trying to catch a glimpse at the wound from beneath the towel which Mulder still had pressed there. "Are you experiencing any loss of vision or hearing?"

“I thought so. Looks like this three hundred year old man still has it.” Mulder matched the thin smirk. The black eye was still swollen shut but she shook his head. “Tis but a flesh wound.” The joke was probably outdated but most of what he seemed to go over the Vulcan's head, so he had decided to just go with it anyway.

"Doctor McCoy will tend to our wounds once aboard the Enterprise." Which meant they had two more full days before they'd see the Doctor. Unless they intentionally went to find him, though Spock rarely went out with the intention to find the Doctor. It was interesting how well they seemed to get along, considering the amount of time between their generations and considering he was well... an alien.

Mulder raised his eyebrows, hazel eyes brightening in excitement and genuine interest. “The Enterprise...? Is that your...ship...?” Did that mean he was going to get to space travel? See new planets? More aliens? Hell, being on the ship alone would be a wonderful experience for him. There would be a lot see on there and definitely to do.

"Indeed. The USS Enterprise is my ship." Spock could see the slight rise in mood at the mention of the ship. At this point in time, Spock wasn't sure if Mulder would be allowed to board the Enterprise. He did not foresee his Captain denying the man, after the situation was explained. "I must present you to my Captain in order to receive approval for your presence aboard our Ship." If Mulder was denied, Spock found himself uncertain as to what he'd do. He found the man, which made him feel responsible for his wellbeing.

Mulder frowned at the mention of talking to Spock's Captain. “Well, what are you going to tell him? You can't possible tell him the truth or you are going to sound just as insane as I do when I speak to my superiors.” It seemed clear to him that despite the extensive technology in the future, the kind of time travel he experienced was still not yet possible. Yet...here he was. And considering what he read of his past, he didn't come back either.

"Vulcans cannot lie," he said flatly. Spock inhaled and then slowly exhaled, knowing Mulder was right in the sense the others may not believe him. He sat the green tinged rag down and then picked up a carrot. "I will thoroughly explain the truth to my Captain." He could not say if Kirk would believe him, he hoped so but there was a pulled doubt in the back of his mind that suggested otherwise. For a moment, he was silent as he polished off the carrot. "We have two days before the meeting. Is there more you wish to explore?"

Mulder looked at Spock dubiously when told Vulcan's couldn't lie. “Can't...or won't?” He got up from the stool, and began to pace restlessly. “I've been down that road Spock. Trying to explain and tell the truth. Seeking it...but all it gets you is your work discredited and the people closest to looking at you like are crazy.” Of course, Scully had trusted him but even she doubted him about most of his theories.

Can't and won't seemed the same in Spock's eyes. "You do not know my Captain," he seemed to get a bit defensive. Kirk would believe him-- When hadn't the man believed him? He watched as Mulder began to pace, clearly nervous about the entire situation. He was tempted to explain the situation with his planet and Nero, in that moment, time travel existed and it was not out of the question for it to occur once more. "The subject of time traveling was involved during the destruction of my planet, Vulcan." Spock glanced to the fruits and vegetables.

Mulder stopped the pacing and looked over to Spock. “Time travel....destroyed your planet?” His brows furrowed in confusion. He wasn't even sure how that was possible but everything right now was completely out of his league and he didn't know what the future held for him anymore. He might look into the suspect he had been chasing before ending up here. He should have done it while looking through the archives but...he'd...gotten distracted.

He glanced up, catching Mulder's gaze. "Indeed." Spock did not elaborate, despite Mulder's clear confusion on the topic. Instead, he changed the subject. "It is ten o'clock. It would be wise to retire for the day. If you wish to shower, you may use my amenities." Spock disposed of the food and then peeled his bloody shirt off over his head. "I can request for an additional bed, or you may sleep on the sofa."

No further explanation was given and while Mulder was curious, it wasn't his place to pry. “It's still early, but the couch is fine.” He didn’t' even have a bed in his own apartment, and he rarely slept. Too many memories. Too many nightmares. How was he expected to sleep with so much going on? “I'll take you up on that shower though.” He glanced down at his ruined, bloody shirt. “Do you have something that might fit me by chance?”

At the question, Spock seemed to inspect Mulder for a moment before answering. "You are two inches shorter than me-- The clothing I have will fit you comfortably." The Vulcan folded his dirty shirt and then left it on the stool. He crossed the room and withdrew a suitcase from beneath the bed, flipping it open as he spoke. "You may shower. Should you require water, turn the red lever upward." The default was set for sonic shower and Spock knew the man would not be familiar with such technology. "I will leave clothes on the sink."

Mulder merely nodded and moved to the bathroom. He closed the door but didn't latch it. He stared at himself in the mirror giving a half smirk at his bruised appearance. Spock had really gotten him good. He stripped the rest of his clothing, letting them fall unceremoniously to the ground. He flipped the red switch as instructed and simply stood under the spray a long time, a hand massaging his neck and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the water on his skin.

After Mulder found his way to the bathroom and once the door was shut, Spock finished gathering the clothes for the other. He kept them folded neatly. A pair of black trousers, a black t-shirt, a pair of black boxer briefs. He sat them on the edge of the stool and then stripped out of his own trousers, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He folded his pants, which also seemed to have darker speckles, though it was unclear whose blood it was. He sat the dirty pants on top of his shirt and then picked up the clean clothes. Spock knocked on the door and then opened it, he slipped inside the bathroom for a moment and sat the clean clothes on the sink. "I am taking your clothes to send them away with mine for cleaning." He leaned down and gathered the rumpled pile.

The water rushing down on him, combined with being lost in his thoughts prevented Mulder from hearing Spock enter or speak. He stayed in there a long time, almost an hour before stepping out. He dressed automatically, the clothes fitting well enough. He just needed to cuff the pant legs up a little. He walked out of the bathroom, towel in hand and still rubbing at his head and then he let it drop to the ground.

Since Mulder did not answer, Spock took it upon himself to quickly gather the clothes. He left the bathroom without another word and then send the clothes off for cleaning. Within ten minutes, they were back and then folded neatly on the table next to the bed. He carefully avoided the glass and called for room service to clean the room. Once it was clean and Spock was alone again, he sat on the edge of his bed and began his meditation. Now, he was simply dressed in his boxer briefs and a black t-shirt.

Mulder was getting restless again. He needed to go for a run. He did that while working a case or simply to relieve stress often. It would defeat the purpose of a shower though and he didn't have proper foot gear anyway. He sighed and sat down on the couch. He looked over to the bed and giving Spock a curious look. The Vulcan seemed to be in some sort of meditative state. Maybe he could slip out enjoy the night life. He got up off the couch, put on his shoes and socks and then left the room.

Spock meditated without interruption for nearly an hour before he finally brought himself back down and into reality. He shifted off the bed, realizing it seemed suspiciously quiet. "...Mulder?" He said into the empty room, glancing over to notice the man's shoes were missing. Troublesome. With something resembling an exasperated sigh, Spock went into the kitchen and made himself something to eat. He would give the man time to return before he started looking for him. He'd already decided he would start with bars and clubs.

Usually, trouble seemed to find him...grant it he spent a lot time seeking it out in his search for truth but no one even knew where Mulder was now. He didn't have to worry about them getting him. He took in the sights for a while, wandering aimlessly but taking in land markings and buildings so he could find his way back to the hotel. He started a small jog, despite his footwear. He'd given many a pursuit in these kinds of shoes before. It wasn't a proper run, but it would have to do. He'd left his wallet, though he doubted whatever currency he had would be used anyway and he had no ID. It was almost two hours after leaving, that he returned with a small sheen of sweat.

The longer he waited, the more anxious he became. Mulder knew nothing of this world and yet, he was stupid enough (or brave, depending on one's view point) to just up and leave without a word. Just as Spock was preparing to leave to search for the Terran, the door opened and he returned appearing mildly disheveled. The amount of relief that rushed through him was astounding, considering he had only known this idiot for a day. However, his relief didn't make his features. Spock scowled, "I am impressed you are still standing before me in once piece."

“Your concern for me is touching.” Mulder grinned. “I just went for a run. I realize it was counterproductive of me to do it after a shower.” He gave a shrug, picking the towel up off the ground that he had dropped earlier while showering and using it to wipe his head. “Is the water in the future at least normal, or does that come from a tablet too?” He dropped the moist cloth once more and moved over to a stool to sit on to rest a minute as he caught his breath.

His lips twitched in a faint frown at the comment about his concern. Either this man was extremely good at guessing, or extremely good at reading others. Spock sat down on the stool to the right of Mulder, "The water is what you would consider 'normal,' it is not artificial." The slight scowl turned into an expression that could best be compared to amusement. "You have been in my company for nearly 24 hours and you have not eaten."

Mulder gave another grin, at the frown. “You expressed relief when I walked in the door. Your muscles were tense, specifically your shoulders. They relaxed when you saw me. When I was recruited to the FBI and after I graduated the Academy I worked with violent crimes and behavioral analysis.” Despite his work on the X-Files, he had put a lot serial killers away too. “And water will be fine, thank you. Maybe I'll try your fake food tomorrow.”

"Fascinating," he quirked a brow and held eye contact just a moment longer before he finally retreated to the kitchen. Not even Doctor McCoy or his Captain could read him like this, which threw the Vulcan off. In fact, the last person to ever understand him on such a level was his Mother. He had never met another who could read him like an open book, until now. Spock took a bottle of water out of the fridge and then sat it on the counter before the other without looking at him. "You must rest. We will need to acquire an ID for you later today." Since it was after midnight, Spock walked back around the counter and then sat back on the stool next to Mulder.

Spock said that a lot and usually that was a sign of insincerity but he was pretty sure the Vulcan meant it every time it was spoken. “Well, you are pretty fascinating yourself.” He had never thought he would ever be talking to alien so...casually...like this in his life. He thanked the Commander for the water and drank a little over half of it before setting the bottle down. “Honestly Spock, I'm probably not going to get much sleep tonight.” If he got any at all.

He looked back to Mulder and raised a brow. Indeed, he was likely fascinating to one from well over two hundred years ago. "Thank you," he wasn't sure when the last time someone had called him such and truly meant it. McCoy often said it in a facetious manner. "I understand." There was a brief moment of silence between them. "We can engage in conversation," Spock offered as he turned to face Mulder. "Perhaps exchanging questions?"

Mulder nodded and then finished off the rest of the water. “Sure, ask anything you want. I hope you continue to find me fascinating because most people think I'm just downright psychotic.” It was refreshing actually. He was so used to being questioned at every turn and here was Spock, whom he barely knew and just took everything he said at face value. Anyone else would have had him locked up in a mental institution.

"You too, are welcome to ask questions." Interested, Spock inched forward a bit on his seat. "You mentioned a being with venomous blood. Did you encounter this being on multiple occasions?" He had to admit, he was quite fascinated by the fact Mulder had encountered aliens before the First Contact. It was likely he encountered rare and perhaps now, even extinct species. His dark eyes studied Mulder's expression.

Mulder nodded. He didn't have any questions at the moment, the run had helped with that. Running always helped clear his head. “Yes, I'm not sure what kind of alien it was. When bred with humans, they were all clones of each other and identical in age, gender, height...everything...they also had the toxic green blood. They are called hybrids. From what I could gather, the hybrids were working against the aliens but were being hunted by a bounty hunter.” That was all he knew really and some was based on conjecture but other he knew first hand. The green blood would have killed him, had Scully not saved him.

Spock was not familiar with such a being and he was quite versed in alien lifeforms. "Interesting," he began. "In most alien culture, it is strongly frowned upon to mate with a human." He stood and moved across the room and then sat down on the sofa, in order to get more comfortable. Spock brought his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees as he stared at Mulder expectantly, as if waiting for the man to join him. "Is this the first you have experienced such extreme complication while working a case?"

Mulder raised his eyebrows. “I don't think any mating was involved. The hybrids are grown in tank with some kind of liquid...” He really didn't know it worked but he had seen them, twice. He glanced over to Spock who had moved to the couch and apparently expecting him. He got up and sat down as well, an elbow on the cushion and the side of his head in the palm. “All my cases are this complex, if not more so.” He gave a half smile, as if to say 'what can you do?'

Spock's hands latched in front of his legs, chin still on his knees as he watched Mulder move across the room to join him. "It is curious that the hybrids were not biologically produced." At Mulder's half smile, Spock offered the faintest of his own. They were silent for a moment, seeming to enjoy each other's company. "Are you certain---" his sentence was interrupted as screams flooded the halls, followed by the sound of a ship's phaser fire and shattering glass soon followed. Within seconds, Spock had launched himself to his feet and bolted for his own weapon. "You are to remain here until I return," he barked the order, flipping his phaser to stun as he made his way to the door of their motel room.

The scream had Mulder on his feet immediately, jumping off the couch. Stay? Spock had clearly never seen a movie or TV show in his life. No one ever stayed put when told to. He grabbed his gun, a Walther PPK. It was his secondary, as he'd lost his primary standard issue Glock 19 sometime during his time jump. Usually it was holstered at his ankle, but he had taken it off when he had showered and set on the table by the couch with his wallet and FBI badge. He quickly followed the Vulcan, watching the Commander's back just in case.

With all of the similarities between Mulder and Kirk, Spock should not have even bothered ordering the man to stay behind. He did not have time to argue, so he allowed Mulder to follow but not without giving his weapon a curious glance. The Commander opened the door and glanced down the left first, only to see members of his crew were also peeking out of their rooms. Even Doctor McCoy looked out, catching the Vulcan's eye. They seemed to silently communicate and then both began to head down the right side of the hall where the screams were originating while a couple of men with red shirts went down the left corridor. Carefully, they walked side by side. Doctor McCoy gave a couple of skeptical and unwelcoming glances to Mulder, though for now he said nothing. As they headed towards the end of the hall, wind blew towards them, likely the glass windows near the turbo lift had been shot out. "If it ain't one thing it's a damn other," McCoy huffed.

Mulder turned his attention forward when there didn't appear to be any danger from behind. It was habit from training with the FBI. “Nice to meet you too,” he muttered when he received the dirty looks from someone that Spock seemed to know. Good friends, possibly colleagues, by how they worked together seamlessly. He trailed behind them only slightly, habitually making sure their six was clear. Though he did look to see where the wind was coming from, and wishing his vision wasn't impaired by a swollen eye. While he was an expert shot, he would still have to take extreme care when firing.

The Doctor rolled his eyes at the comment from Mulder. And the Vulcan spoke without looking at either of them, but instead keeping focused on the situation at hand. "Where is the Captain?" He had assumed the two would be sharing a room, perhaps he was wrong. "Been MIA since the beach, figured he was with you. Speakin' of which, don't think I haven't noticed your busted---" Spock interrupted him. "Now is not the time." The Doctor grumbled, keeping his own weapon ready for fire. Spock kept his eyes forward, phaser before him as they slowly came upon the room across from the turbolift, which it appeared the door had been blown off and there was quite a bit of screaming, crying and panic emitting from the room. Some in English, others not so much. Spock kept himself pressed against the wall, listening intently. "Sounds like a hostage situation," McCoy stood in front of Spock, avoiding the line of sight from the beings within the room. "On three." Doctor McCoy nodded at the Commander and then gave Mulder a glance, as if checking to see if he was ready.

Mulder was used to people giving them those sort of looks, so he ignored it. Despite his work with the FBI and excellent profiling skills, he had little to no training as a hostage negotiator. His only experience had been with Duane Berry...and that...had not turned out well... Scully had ended up abducted because of the actions he'd taken, but returned to him later... He pushed his thoughts aside, focusing in on the situation once more. The distress in the voices was clear to him though, even if he didn't understand all of it. A nod of his head was all he gave to show he was ready to move in when the other two were. He'd have to remind himself not to yell 'Freeze, I'm a Federal Agent and armed!' Although....it might confuse whomever and Spock and Mr. Personality could take the suspect down.

Spock used one hand to hold his phaser, while using the other to count down with his fingers. Signaling three, two, one, and then he motioned towards the busted entrance and crowded into the room. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but remained confident regardless. The moment he stepped inside, the Vulcan quickly assessed the situation. He barked an order at the four Andorian men that had their weapons pointed to the three Oridon women on their knees. The room was completely trashed, as if the men were looking for something and based on the current situation, they clearly weren't able to find it. "Lower your weapon or I will be forced to---" Spock could not even finish his command before they began to open fire. Doctor McCoy cursed under his breath as they began to return the fire.

Mulder had no idea what was going on and decided to keep his mouth shut and let Spock command the situation. Except the hostage takers had opened fired. Always the hard way. He took cover easily, Academy training taking over now. He waited until the firing stopped in their direction. “Cover me,” he told the other two and then began to move forward, taking advantage of the mess by ducking and weaving behind the room that was in disarray.

The moment they began to open fire, both Doctor McCoy and Spock were quick to take cover behind one of the flipped tables. "Dammit man, you've got a lot of explaining to do once we're outta this mess, Spock." McCoy huffed, though he did as he was told and covered for Mulder as he began to move throughout the mess. Spock on the other hand, was quick to mimic his actions, however on the opposite side of the room in an attempt to corner and ambush the men. With one accurate fire, one of the alien's dropped to the ground, unconscious. McCoy remained behind the table, acting as the covering fire for both Mulder and Spock. The Orion women huddled together, ducking in the center of the room with their arms over their heads. The Andorian men took their own cover, shouting back and forth to each other as they continuously and carelessly fired.

Standard protocol in a situation called for Mulder to shoot to kill, especially with hostages in the crossfire. He made sure he had a clear shot and got one right between the eyes. The shot was loud and anyone unaccustomed to them and in close proximity, would probably have ringing ears or perhaps even startled. He didn't know if it would kill or even hurt it, because he didn't know anything about the aliens. He moved forward further, since the hostiles had taken cover. He put himself between the hostages and the two remaining shooters. “Go, I'll cover you.” It would be a waste of ammo but the hostages leaving and safety was his first priority so he laid down cover fire, firing three quick shots. Hopefully they understood English and were making a safe getaway. He had four shots left, one in the chamber and three more in the small clip.

Mulder's loud shot threw Spock off and he situated himself back down and under cover. His ears rang loud and he was certain he could feel that shot vibrate throughout the room. He blinked a few times and forced himself to adjust and then stood at the same time one of the Andorian men did, both firing simultaneously. His shot landed successfully, dropping one of the shooters which only left the one who ducked for cover once more. Unfortunately, the alien's shot had also been successful in tagging Spock. The shot to his left shoulder, probably would have been far more concerning if his anatomy resembled that of a human. Luckily, his heart was located on his right side between his ribs and pelvis. The women made a break for it, running outside of the room to their safety. Spock took a knee, using his leg as support for his arm. "You may forfeit or face the same fate as your colleagues," he called out, focusing on the alien behind the couch. Doctor McCoy shouted over his shoulder, "Just shoot the bastard, Spock!"

Mulder narrowed his eyes as he realized Spock got hit, he just wasn't sure where from his current vantage point. The Vulcan seemed all right though and not slumped and even still speaking. He smirked at the other voice yelling behind them. “I'm with Cranky on this one Spock.” He gave a lopsided grin to the Commander, despite the seriousness of the situation before turning his attention back on the remaining assailant. With the things less life threatening and the hostages sage, he took another shot but in the shoulder that was holding the weapon which staggered the alien and caused them to drop the weapon to the floor. He rushed forward quickly after firing the shot, on the confused hostile and had them on their stomach and hands behind their back and making sure to kick the weapon out of reach.

The Commander was at Mulder's side in no time after the alien was shot. "Well done, Mulder." Spock smirked a bit, "Allow me to assist," he leaned down and grasped the Andorian's arms and held them behind his back. He needed to ensure the other could not escape, especially since his strength would surpass Mulder's. After it appeared the situation was under control, McCoy stood. "Great-- You guys hold the fort down n' I'll find the Captain and the authorities to get this sorted out. And Spock? Keep pressure on that wound." In a flash, the Doctor left the room. "It is curious they did not attempt to harm the hostages during the attack," Spock murmured, glancing to Mulder.

Mulder nodded and moved so Spock could take custody of the downed alien. “Not bad for my age and only one working eye, huh?” He gave a grin. He holstered his gun back in the ankle for now and then stood up. He pondered what the Vulcan said, eyes roving around the room. “Do we know where the hostages went to? They should be held for questioning and as material witnesses. Perhaps they needed something from the hostages and couldn't risk killing or hurting them. From the looks of the room, it doesn't look like they got what they wanted.”

Spock could only smirk at that, though it was interesting how well they seemed to work together during the intense situation. He shifted, putting his knee in the alien's lower back and then he put the other knee up against his hip, just to ensure he had a strong hold. "Indeed. It is unclear where the hostages fled to. Due to their scandalous outfits, it is possible they are employed at a local club." He gave a glance around the room and then looked back to Mulder. "I agree-- By the status of this room, their search was fruitless. I will brief the Captain on the situation once he arrives, from there, we can decide our next course of action."

Mulder nodded. That meant some footwork and investigation to find the hostages again, it would be a good distraction at least. His photographic memory helped him revisualize the scene and he was pretty sure they were all wearing the same kind of band on their wrists. “Spock, they were all wearing the same colored wristband. Neon green, if I saw it again I can point it out to you and then we could figure out where those are from and perhaps track them down that way.”

"Interesting. It will not be difficult to track down where the wristbands came from. The nightlife here is quite lively." Spock kept holding the alien against the ground and despite his ability to talk, his wound began to slowly darken his shirt as it bled. Before Spock can speak again, Kirk made a quick turn and darted into the room, eyes wide. "Spock! You alright?" He trotted over, eyes looking over the Vulcan before they looked to Mulder. "Captain, this is Fox Mulder. He has a strong preference for being referred to as simply Mulder." The alien grunted beneath Spock's grasp. "Jim Kirk," The Captain held his hand out for Mulder to shake, flashing a pearly white smile. "The local authorities are on their way, shouldn't be too much longer."

Mulder watched the man enter. The Captain was younger than he had expected. Maybe people in the future did shake hands. Maybe it was a Vulcan thing. He accepted, giving a quick but firm handshake. “Captain Kirk,” he murmured and gave a small nod of his head. “Local authorities? You aren't going to pursue it?” They were already involved and he was very interesting in working a case involving aliens. This was better than any X-Files case he had worked so far.

"It's not our place to pursue it. We're explorers, not law enforcers or detectives. We're passing it off to local authorities," Kirk's brows furrowed as his cerulean gaze focused on Mulder. The handshake was quick and firm on both ends and before the Captain could say more, the local authorities were coming in and taking Spock's place, who shifted away and slowly stood. Kirk motioned the men to follow him out of the room to allow for the Andorian's arrest and Spock followed without a shadow of a doubt. "Captain, you must know that the three hostages fled the scene. We are certain the Andorians were actively seeking something, though were not successful in finding it." Spock stiffened as Kirk reached out and smacked his shoulder. "Thank you for the intel, Mr. Spock. But, seriously? Off to medbay with you, pronto. Bones is expecting you," he looked to Mulder. "And you stay out of their investigation."

Mulder had never been very good at following orders from his superiors, and he wasn't about to let a stranger tell him what to do. For now, he just kept his thoughts to himself and followed the two out of the room. He noticed that Spock tensed from the slap on the shoulder. Maybe Vulcan's didn't like being touched, it made sense with what he knew so far. He made a mental note to ask the Commander about it later. “I'm actually in law enforcement,” never mind not from this time period but still not a lie, “and even if I wasn't, you have no jurisdiction to tell me what to do or not to do. Spock, you should follow your Captain's advice and get checked out. Gentlemen.” He gave a nod of his head and moved to leave.

This was growing into a more difficult and troublesome situation than Spock had hoped for. His dark eyes flickered between Kirk and Mulder, as if trying to gauge the situation. He held his left arm to his shoulder in an attempt to press it against his wound to slow the bleeding. Kirk reached out and grabbed Mulder's arm, "Now wait just a minute here, Mulder ... You have some identification I can see to prove you're with the law? 'Cause to me it seemed like your buddies back there didn't recognize you." Without looking back to Spock, "Medbay. Now, Commander. That's an order." The Vulcan could sense Kirk growing irritable and impatient with Mulder.

Mulder glanced down at the hand on his arm and then looked into the Captain's eyes, his gaze not wavering as he spoke. “That's because I don't work with the local authorities. I'm a Federal Agent, now take your hand off me.” He pulled away from the firm grip. “I left my wallet in Spock's room, my ID is in there.” Which was true actually. He got an idea, a smug smirk on his face. “Look, Vulcan's can't lie...right? He can vouch that I'm with law enforcement.”

Kirk felt his blood begin to boil with this guy. Just who the hell did he think he was? And why was Mulder's ID and wallet in Spock's room? His Commander wouldn't even share a room with him-- What made this guy so special? Jim glanced him over once. Was he wearing Spock's clothes too? The Captain's face flushed as his blood pressure rose steadily with his anger, "Spock--" He began, tone clipped. The Vulcan carefully slipped between the two men, keeping his left arm against his shoulder. His right hand reached out to gently press against Mulder's chest to push him away from his Captain. It was a gentle, careful gesture in hopes of avoiding conflict between the two men. "Indeed. He is with a form of law enforcement, Captain. The local authorities will require your signature on the incident report. Please excuse us." Kirk's nostrils flared and his jaw tightened, but he nodded. "We're not done with this, Mr. Spock." The Vulcan turned on heel and headed towards the turbo lift, which was right across the hall.

Mulder watched the Captain's facial features and his eyebrows arched upward slight. Did Kirk just come to the conclusion, he thought he did? It didn't matter. He allowed Spock to come between them, not really wanting to come to blows with the Vulcan's superior officer. Although, he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to actually hit the man. “Hey, if your beef is with me. Fine but don't take it out on Spock. He hasn't done anything wrong.”

Spock couldn't help but feel slightly relieved when Kirk did not say anything back to Mulder. For now, it looked like Mulder would have the last word. Except, Spock knew that was not entirely true. They would meet later, and he would have to explain himself. For now, he pushed that to the back of his mind. Once the Vulcan was inside the turbolift, he waited for Mulder to join him at his side before pressing the 'down' key. "I suggest you allow Doctor McCoy to treat your wounds before you begin your investigation."

Mulder took a look around the room one last time before moving quickly to catch the fast elevator with Spock. “I'm fine. It is best to pursue a lead when things are fresh, otherwise the trail could go cold and those hostages already have a head start on us.” His eye would heal naturally and there wasn't much that could be done for his bruised jaw either. He felt fine otherwise. “Do you have money I can borrow? I might need some during the investigation. I'll find a way to pay you back.”

"Very well," he wasn't going to argue with the man about his injuries. Spock, however, could not go without seeing Doctor McCoy. Once they were headed to the bottom floor within the turbolift, Spock withdrew a silver, nearly see-through card and handed it to Mulder. "Do not exceed six hundred credits. Once my injuries have been attended to, I will meet you at the archives at 0400 hours." The turbolift dinged and then the doors slid open.

Mulder nodded and took the card offered to him, staring down at for a moment before glance back up to the Vulcan. “All right. Spock thanks, I owe you. See you soon.” He gave a smile before heading off on his own. After three clubs, he found the one he was looking for. Five blocks away from the motel. He bribed his way inside, which was why he had wanted the money in first place because he had anticipated this to be the case. A familiar looking band was put around his wrist and made his way inside. Some things did not change. It was loud, with dim lighting but bright lights on the dance floor and DJ station. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, having forgotten to ask what kind of alien the hostages were but that didn't matter because after buying drinks for a young woman who appeared to be the same race, he found out some more information. The hostages hadn't worked at the club, but were regulars. Apparently they had been arguing with five other aliens. Five...there were only four of them at the hotel. There was still one left. No wonder they had fled. But to where...? He yawned and ran a hand over the good side of his face. He wasn't sure how long he had been awake now but he had been out awhile now and should probably be meeting back up with Spock. He made his way to archives with little to no problem, having remembered the path there easily. Sometimes remembering everything was a wonderful thing.

The Vulcan gave a nod as he went the opposite direction, headed towards the Enterprise. Once aboard, he made a bee-line straight for medbay and of course, his favorite Doctor was there to chew him out and question him. The stubborn man refused to treat his wounds until he had answers. Who was that other guy? Why the hell are you both beat to hell? Why'd he have your clothes on? Spock, do you know how this looks? Honestly, it was none of his business and that's exactly what the Vulcan told him. "Doctor, the information you are requesting is neither relevant or any of your concern. If you will not treat me, I will visit a medical facility and will be seen by another Doctor." That, of course, made McCoy shut up and get to work. He sat in silence as the Doctor carefully treated each wound and after he was finished, Spock left without another word. After a little over an hour, the Vulcan arrived at the set location and was truly surprised to see Mulder was there and already waiting for him. "Good evening, Mulder." Spock gave a slight nod, all of his injuries gone. Once more, he's clean cut and his hair is back in place. Wearing a pair of black slacks and a black t-shirt, he was ready for further investigating. Well, technically, he was ready to keep an eye out on Mulder.

“Spock.” Mulder gave a slight nod of his head. “You clean up nice.” He flashed a grin. “I think I only used a couple hundred credits.” He offered back the card the Vulcan had given him. “Didn't find out much. Just that our hostages were frequent goers to this club.” He lifted his wrist to show the same kind band they'd been wearing. “And we have a possible fifth bad guy to be looking for. He was seen arguing with our victims.” A thoughtful pause. “You aren't going to get in trouble with your Captain for helping me are you?”

"Thank you," he smirks in return and then accepts the card, placing it back within his wallet which he slides into his pocket. The Vulcan listens to the information given, glancing down at the armband, he tilts his head a bit in order to read the title of the club that's stamped across it. "Fascinating," he glances back up and then seems to stiffen at the mention of his Captain. "I am not assisting you, Mulder. I am simply keeping you company and ensuring you remain safe." Technicality. "What is your next action?"

Despite everyone thinking Mulder was a joke and wasting away his talents at the FBI, he was actually quite good at investigating. He decided not to bring up Kirk again at the way Spock reacted and merely nodded. He'd been known to use loop holes to his advantage from time to time. “These archives, do they have mug book? Uh...something that has a list, photo and crimes committed of known felons? Maybe we can find the fifth man, by finding the hostage takers and any known associates they may have.”

He raised a slanted brow and then looked behind them, towards the archives. "It is likely they will have the information you seek. You can attempt to view the information and if it is lacking, perhaps speaking with the head of security at the club will be of further assistance. It is mandatory to scan ID's and unless bribed," he smirked just a bit, knowing the credits were used for just that. "If there was an ID scan, it is likely you can find additional information on the being you seek."

Mulder nodded. “Great.” It'd been awhile since he had worked on case that wasn't an X-File but he supposed in a way it still was. Even if aliens were common in the future now, it still had aliens! He still wasn't quite over that fact yet. God, he wished he could tell Scully about this. She would likely never believe him but first he had to get home. He moved towards the building that held the archives, as he glanced over to Spock. “I'll need you get me access again, if you don't mind.”

He stepped to Mulder's side, following along until they reached the entrance way of the building. "I am unable to assist you in entering the building, as I would be deliberately disobeying my Captain." Spock paused, his hands clasped behind his back. "However, it would be unfortunate if my access card was stolen off my person," His dark eyes gave a suggestive glitter and the faintest of smirks. "--And then used to gain entry to the archives." This way, it would not be lying nor would it be disobeying. Rule bending, perhaps.

Mulder frowned but it quickly turned into a smile. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” He wasn't a master pickpocket by any means but right now he didn't need to be. He did try to make sure he didn't actually touch Spock, merely the clothing. Might as well ask about it, while thinking about it. “So, not wanting to be touched....is that a personal thing? Or a Vulcan thing?” He asked as he moved inside and to one of the rooms they were in earlier today. Or maybe yesterday now. It didn't matter. Hadn't Spock punched in a code at some point? He thought back, able to remember the finger movements and from there was able to make an educated guess at what the code was. He had been paying attention when using the computers and he began his search.

Spock stills, though he was expecting the contact. "It is Vulcan culture. Touching is far more intimate than it is for the human race," he tried to keep it simple while the other blatantly pick-pocketed him, though the alien took notice that he seemed to be quite careful. "Our race is known for being touch telepaths," he continues and then follows behind Mulder as they head inside. "Our fingers are particularly sensitive." Spock finds himself unsure as to why he'd revealed so much to the other. He grinds his teeth down and stops, instead watching as Mulder finds his way back into the computer systems.

Mulder listened with genuine interest and wonder as Spock explained. “That's amazing,” he uttered after a moment. Vulcans were a very interesting alien race. He would have to take time to learn more about them sometime. Anything he could get his hands on. Lack of sleep and food was beginning to catch up with him. Even he couldn't go on forever. He shook his head to himself, to help keep him awake as he continued to look through archives. He looked up the club first and began going through the list of patrons before he found what he was looking for. The hostages and a couple possible hits on the unknown fifth alien involved in...whatever. He yawned, rubbing at his one good eye. “That should be enough to pick things up tomorrow, I think. Perhaps I will get that rest you mentioned earlier.”

Amazing? Spock quirked a brow at that. Now that was a first. Vulcans were called many things from snobs to arrogant assholes, but amazing was not one of them, at least until now. "Interesting." Spock uttered in return, keeping to Mulder's side as the man continued his search. Just as before, the alien read over his shoulder and continued to do so throughout the entire time Mulder researched. While he took mental notes, he kept silent in order to avoid breaking his Captain's command. At the signs of exhaustion, Spock straightened. "We can return to my hotel room and retire for the night. You require sustenance, despite your distaste for the futuristic cooking methods."

Mulder made a face. “Tomorrow, I promise to try that abomination that you call food.” He gave a grin as he got up. “Do you have alarm systems in the future? I want to get an early start tomorrow...today. Whatever.” He waved a dismissive hand, his tired mind not caring about the technicalities right now. He made his way back towards the hotel, not in any real hurry still taking in everything around him with a sense of wonderment no matter how many times he had seen something.

Spock still could not understand how the food was an abomination when Mulder hadn't even tried any of it. Truly, he hoped when he did try it, that it was delicious, just to avoid his disappointment. As they walked together, the crowd had diminished for the most part, due to the fact it was so late. "Yes. I can set an alarm if you will specific the time." He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, keeping the same pace as Mulder. "What is your plan once you have found the 5th alien?" The Vulcan glanced to the side, watching the Terran.

“Four hours should be enough sleep.” Mulder had gone on a lot less before. “Well, I plan on tracking down those hostages first. They were easier to find than a mystery alien. They should be able to lead us to the fifth one for us. Good old fashioned police work, maybe not as fancy as however it is done in the future but it still gets the job done.” He would be interested in seeing if the local authorities were on the same track they were.

Four hours of sleep did not seem sufficient for a human, however Spock did not question it. "Once the hostages have been located, you can interrogate them for additional information since we still do not know what the Andorian's initially wanted with them." He glanced to Mulder, impressed with his work. Spock kept the same pace as his human counterpart, though he did not seem to be interested in their surroundings, unlike Mulder. "While aboard the Enterprise, I requested an audience with the Captain and Mr. Scott in three days time. This will provide you with one day aboard the Enterprise to adjust to your surroundings before discussing your fate."

Mulder nodded, stilling looking around the city before back to Spock. “You make it sound all so mysterious and serious.” He gave a small grin. “I don't think your Captain likes me. Also, I'm pretty sure he thinks we're a couple.” A bigger grin. “We've only just met Spock, we should really slow things down...don't you think?” It was all said in jest of course.

At that big grin, Spock simply raised a brow. "Forgive me, Mulder but your attempt at humor escapes me-- Especially when perpetrated at such a time plainly devoid of anything resembling humor." He said flatly before continuing. "The Captain does not have a reason to dislike you." An older man pushing a funnel cake stand with real rolling wheels passed them, colorful balloons bounced together just a few inches above his head, seeming attached to the cart by their strings. Spock couldn't help but turn his head at this, noticing the other seemed extremely out of place in such a metropolis.

“And here I thought you had a sense of humor Spock.” Mulder remains quite about Kirk not having a reason to dislike him. It didn't bother him and frankly the feeling was mutual. He follows the Vulcan's stare. “Something wrong?” He asked, because despite just having met he trusted the Commander's instincts. “Does...he have real food?” He was half tempted to chase the cart down if that was the case.

The alien didn't have a reply about his sense of humor; he often heard about how he lacked one. "Indeed," Spock paused and turned, eyeing the man with the cart once more. "It is difficult to say if that food has been synthesized, however his method of retailing is antiquated." He seemed to disregard him after a moment and continued their venture back to the hotel. "I have two days before I must return to the Enterprise. If you wish join me, you have two days to resolve your investigation."

Mulder thought about going to ask but Spock was still continuing on towards the hotel. He would just have to eat fake food tomorrow. “I think I'll have it closed by tomorrow. So, as long as you don't mind having me around.” He found the Vulcan very interesting and didn't mind the company either. And getting the chance to be aboard a ship that could travel who knew how far in space was not a chance he wanted to miss out on.

Once they were back at the hotel, Spock headed towards the turbolift which would lead them back to his room. "I do not mind your company. You are fascinating," he answered while waiting for Mulder to enter the turbolift and once he was at his side, Spock closed them in and hit the 'up' arrow. "Mr. Scott is the engineer we will speak with about returning you to your era." When the lift reached the top and opened, Captain Kirk greeted them. "Mr. Spock," he paused and eyed Mulder. "I thought you'd retired for the night. Isn't it past your bedtime?" He stepped to the side to allow them off the lift.

“You are quite interesting yourself.” Mulder gave a small nod of his head, as if in affirmation of what he'd just said. He was getting used to the fast elevator and it didn't even really bother him anymore. He had mixed feelings about returning to his time. He had so much he could learn here, but...he missed Scully and he still didn't know what happened to his sister. He raised his eyebrows at seeing Kirk but he managed a smile. “Captain Kirk, nice to see you again. Spock and I were just about to retire to his room.” He managed to keep his tone amiable and sincere sounding, if only to irritate the Captain with how nice he was being.

Once more, Spock found it oddly pleasing that Mulder found him just as interesting. It must have been his human side that occasionally and gently tugged at him. "Good evening, Captain." Spock greeted. "I do not have a bedtime," he countered as he stepped out of the turbolift. "Mulder and I had an outing and now we are retiring. Should you require my presence, as always, you may reach me through my communicator." Kirk's jaw went tight and his lips thin, though he forced a smile. "Yeah, you too, Mulder." Kirk walked along Spock's side as the Vulcan continued his path to his room. "Mr. Spock, I'd be happy to grab an extra fob from downstairs so you can have your privacy. That's not a problem at all, I know how you are." The Captain gave a quick side glance to Mulder. Spock stopped at his door and turned to his Captain, "Your offer is appreciated but unnecessary." Jim's deflation was nearly visible. The two stared at each other for a moment before the Captain finally nodded, "Alright, alright. That's fine. I hope you two have a jolly good time." And with another forced smile, Kirk turned away and returned to his own room.

Oh Mulder was enjoying this. He followed behind the two slightly, managing to keep his witty mouth shut but when Kirk turned to leave he could no longer keep to himself. “Don't worry, we will.” He wasn't sure why it seemed him to rankle the Captain so, but it seemed easy enough to do. When the door was open, he walked into the room and immediately flopped onto the couch without bothering to disrobe. The clothes were comfortable enough and he just didn't care, really. He didn't sleep right away though, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

The Vulcan wasn't entirely sure what his Captain meant by having a good time going to sleep and if he was not mistaken, he could sense a faint bit of hostility. He wondered if perhaps Jim was aware of their activities, while he was not disobeying, Mulder was. No matter, he unlocked the door and then set the alarm once inside. With the alarm set, he situated himself in bed after removing his boots and trousers. "Lights off." He said aloud and then the room obeyed and the lights throughout the hotel room turned off. He rolled to his side and tugged the blankets up over his shoulders.

Whoa. Cool. The lights were voice command. The future was an amazing place. Eventually Mulder drifted off to sleep. His body was far too tired to have any dreams and he even mumbled in his sleep, turning to face the back of the couch when the alarm starting going off. He didn't wake up or stir after that, needing more rest than he realized.

When the alarm went off, Spock got up and disabled it. After he noticed Mulder did not seem to stir, he allowed the man to continue sleeping. In fact, he rolled over and slept an additional few hours himself. After three hours, the Vulcan made his way to the bathroom quietly and showered, brushed his teeth, and dressed. Once the dirty laundry was sent away, he prepared himself a plate of fruits and vegetables and then took the tray outside to eat on the patio. He left the sliding door cracked, allowing a fresh, cool breeze to circulate through the hotel room.

Mulder didn't wake until he felt a cool breeze on him. He mumbled something about Scully needing to turn off the AC until he woke with a small groan. He stretched out the kinks in his body that comes with sleeping on a couch, glancing around the room with a bit of confusion until he remembered where he was. Right. Still stuck in the future. They eye swollen shut from yesterday was open today. He looked over to the cracked door and saw Spock out on the patio. He gave a small smile. “All right, let's see about that fake food of yours.”

At the sound of Mulder stirring, Spock glanced up. "Good evening, Mulder." He briefly glanced over the other, noting his eye seemed better today. Had he seen Doctor McCoy, it would have been healed far quicker. His lips quirked just a bit, "You are welcome to try some of these," he pushed the plate towards him. "Unless you would prefer something else."

Mulder made his way outside and glanced down at the fruits and vegetables. He gave them a dubious look but reached out to snag a grape and popped it into his mouth. “Not bad, I guess.” Maybe it was just in his head, but it just didn't taste the same. “If I'm going to eat, I'm going to need more than just rabbit food. I'm thinking bacon, eggs, and pancakes. You know, the works.” He gives an easy grin.

Spock can't help but raise his brows at this. The works. Fascinating. "This is more than rabbit food," he defends himself, though his lips give a faint hint of a smile. Being vegetarian, Spock did not have any interest in the foods listed. However, he stood and made his way to the kitchen. After a few adjustments to the replicator, it dings and the Vulcan withdraws the plate which is full of scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes with a side of syrup, sausage and toast. He puts a couple of utensils down on the plate and then returns outside, handing the plate off to Mulder. "Your non-rabbit food."

Mulder followed Spock back inside and watched that....thing make his food. He stared at the plate in front of him for a few moments but then began digging in eagerly. He was quite hungry and didn't eat with much finesse or manners. He did wait until his mouth wasn't full to speak though. “Do you have coffee? Black is fine.” It wasn't something he usually drank but it would help him wake up.

"Yes," he answered simply and then turned to a small machine attached to the fridge for creating the mug of coffee. It didn't take but nearly thirty seconds to make the mug and then he turned and handed it off to Mulder. He glanced between the Terran and the plate of food, curious. "Is it to your liking? What is the primary difference between this food and the food you are accustomed to?"

That was quick. Just like everything else in the future. Mulder murmured a small thank you and sipped at the coffee. He thought about the question, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was always interesting to hear how Spock phrased things. “It isn't as bad as I thought it would be,” he admitted. “But....it doesn't have...the same flavor...” He gave a shrug, unsure how else to explain it. He finished off his plate easily, and then took time sipping from the mug.

"You are welcome," Spock gave a slight nod of his head and then sat down on the stool, watching as/-+

Mulder sipped at the coffee. "Do you still intend on continuing with this case? Perhaps we should check into where the local authorities are with their investigation. They may have already resolved it while you were resting." He stood and got himself some water, slowly sipping it as he stood on the other side of the counter. "I intend on meeting with the Captain today in regards to your presence aboard the Enterprise."

“I overslept, didn't I?” It made sense with question. He hadn't meant to sleep so long, but damn he had been tired. Mulder nodded. “We can check in then, no point in continuing the investigation if it's already been solved. Then we can go talk to your Captain.” He finished off the cup of coffee, and set the empty mug on the counter. “Let me shower and get changed before we head out.”

"Indeed and I did not find it logical to wake you." Spock moved from behind the counter, over towards the small table by the bed. He picked up his PADD, swiping his finger across it. "I will contact local authorities in order to find the status of the case you have been investigating. You may proceed to shower." The Vulcan headed back outside with the device and sat down on the bench to give Mulder further privacy.

Mulder smirked, still finding how Spock worded things interesting. Perhaps it would never get old for him. He got up and took a quick shower, changing into his normal clothes that apparently had been washed already. When had that happened? He shrugged it off and since he didn't have a toothbrush, he used his finger to get his mouth and teeth clean as possible. He was fixing the cuffs on his shirt when he walked out of the bathroom and then put the suit jacket on, leaving that unbuttoned. “What's the news on the case?” He asked as he walked out onto the patio, barefoot.

Spock glanced up from the device in hand as Mulder joined him on the patio. "The case has been resolved and is now closed." He handed the PADD to Mulder, so he could view the correspondence with the local authorities. "The fifth man attempted to kidnap one of the hostages. Each hostage had secret surveillance and he was promptly captured this morning." The Vulcan stood, eyeing the Terran. "It appears the substance they were looking for was specific strand of drug which the women had hidden in hopes of using it as leverage to free themselves from the sex trafficking industry."

Mulder looked at the device handed to him, staring at it like the foreign object it was to him. After messing with a bit, he got the hang of it and began reading the report as Spock spoke. “That explains why they ran then.” He gave a slight nod, a bit disappointed on not following up but it meant he could continue on his quest to get back home. He handed back...the whatever it was to the Vulcan. “When are we going to see Captain Kirk?” Not something he looked forward to but apparently it was needed to get back to his time line.

#OOC #Out of Seeds #I'll be doing a theme and all that tomorrow sometime tbh

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