Spock stepped into the oddly warm room. He didn't mind the heat, but it was taking a toll on the female occupant. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her clothing clung to her damp skin making the conservative outfit more revealing. The entire situation was odd. He had been summoned to read her with his telepathic abilities, but her agitated state would not make it easy. If stressing her to this extent had been necessary, he understood why they had called for him, but there was something about this situation that disturbed him.

"I'm not a bloody augment." The young female human glared up from her position in the corner. Some stray strands of her hair were stuck to her face in odd curls. She narrowed her eyes. "I was attacked and brought here against my will. I am not an augment. Whatever the bloody hell that is. I don't know anyone to turn in. You can just bugger off like the rest of them."

Spock saw the blood dripping from her arm and felt a brief flash of irritation. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind. He didn't need to give into his emotions. It made no logical sense to hurt someone in their custody.

"Lower the temperature in the room and bring me a med kit." Spock spoke to the security officer at the door.

"I have my orders." The man looked him squarely in the face. "I wasn't told that you would be taking over."

"I was summoned here for a reason." Spock took a breath and waited a few seconds for his words to settle into the man's mind. "Making the subject comfortable will aide me in following my orders. I also outrank you. Lower the temperature in this room and bring me a med kit."

He heard the woman shift behind him and turned to face her again.

"I don't want your assistance. Give me back my things, and let me go." She pulled her wounded arm in closer to her body. "They forcibly removed my blood. I don't want you touching me."

"That is not standard protocol." Spock waited by the door for the med kit.

"I want my things, and I want to leave." The female grimaced and shifted her body. He saw a strange runic word on her skin. It appeared to be written in her own blood.

"I do not know why they broke protocol, but I will look into it." He wasn't comfortable with the way she had been treated. Invading her privacy further did not seem logical.

"I stopped some falling metal from crushing a few pedestrians." She glared our the door. "Some man turned me in as an augment. He brought me to some man that woke me up long enough to shoot me in the back with one of your stupid little stun guns. I understand the hysterical urge to attack those perceived as different. I've put up with it all my life. The fact remains that I am not augmented, and I will not tolerate this treatment for much longer."

Spock raised a brow at her confident tone. Bravado was common enough in a human, but this was something more. He recognized it. This was fire tested surety.

"Making threats will not improve your situation." He watched as she shifted her position slightly.

"Ignoring basic human rights isn't acceptable in any way." She stood up and shook her arm. The strange glyphs glowed, and he felt a strange surge as every electronic device around them sparked and them began to smoke. "Accio my things."

He watched as her bag and an odd stick flew toward her from the other room. They moved far too quickly for him to intercept them. She caught them and smiled widely at him.

"It wasn't a pleasure." She twisted around and disappeared with an audible pop.

Spock sat in the rather sparsely furnished office and watched the man across from him. They had never worked together and had only recently been introduced. While admiring the man's rather spartan environment, Spock did not enjoy his company. There was a deep seeded aggression in the man, and he acted impulsively.

"It will take a few weeks for your ship to be repaired." The admiral sighed. "I know most of the crew is recuperating, but I was hoping you would accept a brief assignment. Something more interesting than teaching linguistics?"

"I would be happy to consider it." Spock nodded and waited for him to offer up more information. Humans enjoyed oral communication. The admiral more than most.

"The augment that escaped three days ago needs to be found. She destroyed several floors worth of state of the art equipment. Everyone that touched her blood has broken out in pustules that spell the word thief. Dermal regeneration does nothing." The admiral handed over a PADD. "She needs to be brought in and detained with Singh and his crew."

"There is no evidence to support classifying the female as a augment." Spock scanned the information on the PADD quickly. "The entire incident should have been handled differently."

"The woman stopped metal from falling on bystanders with a wave of her hand. She escaped using some technology we don't recognize, and she did it on your watch." The admiral pointed at the device in his hand. "There must be some kind of augmentation at work."

"How was she apprehended?" Spock stared at the admiral. Humans revealed so much of their inner thoughts through facial expressions. The slight quirks of his lips and rise of his jaw were indicative of pride.

"A nearby citizen hit her on the back of her head with a different piece of metal." The admiral nodded his head. "A quick thinker."

Spock raised a brow. The female had been assaulted by a citizen, confined, and attacked by an overzealous security team.

Some might consider her response measured and restrained.

"We need that technology, Commander." The admiral frowned. "We need to find this woman and any cohorts she might have. Marcus might have set up several cells."

"Kahn was only concerned for the ones custody." Spock considered both Kahn's and Admiral Marcus' behavior. "If there were others he was unaware of them."

"We need to find her." The admiral frowned at him. "You need her."

Spock stared at the accumulated evidence. He had not logged it. There was something about this investigation that gave him concern. Any security officer should have been able to acquire the information he had, but there was no one else trying. His copies of the admiral's evidence seemed to be the only one.

It wasn't logical to have only one man assigned to this. Spock tapped the PADD on his desk and pulled up a file. He'd found a store with an antiquated security system that had provided him with a visual record of the incident. The female had saved a child on the day he'd been chasing Kahn about. The metal had fallen as they passed over the crowd. There had been injuries in other areas, but the child would not have been able to survive.

A sense of gratitude filled him. Whatever she was, she had spared him grief. He did not need more of that particular emotion to repress.

He examined the image and saw her look to the couple that grabbed the child. They had three other children of similar age behind them. He saw the quick exchange of smiles before the screaming began and her attacker hit her.

He was certain they knew her. He examined the dark haired man and the pale blonde woman. If he could find them, he would find her. He was certain of it.

The outdoor café was bustling with customers enjoying the wonderful weather. Spock shifted in his seat and watched for now familiar features in the passing crowd. The blonde woman had visited the store across from his seat in the historic Chinatown district several times. It seemed likely that she would again.

"If you want to help, I'll take you to her." The blonde woman was suddenly at his side. She smiled at him. "I'm Luna Lovegood. Your aura is quite vibrant. Most of the Vulcans I've observed have rather muted auras."

Spock blinked up at the blonde. Her wide blue eyes had a similar quality to some of the reldai he had met through the years. Despite her slight frame there was a hum of power around her that reminded him of the woman for whom he was looking. It pricked at his senses.

"You have questions." She tilted her head to the side and the bells braided into to it sounded softly. "I'm not the one to give you answers. We have trouble enough without making her angry again."

"Do you need my assistance?" He stood from his seat.

"This isn't Hogwarts, so help isn't assured." The blonde smiled and patted his arm. "We will take it where we find it."

"Hogwarts?" Spock tilted his head.

"A school, not that it matters." She tilted her head towards the street. "We need to be going now, or Hermione and Harry will come after me. They are very nervous since your Star Fleet took her prisoner."

"A logical reaction." He nodded.

"I'm glad it was Hermione you caught." Luna twirled about as she walked beside him. "Harry would have leveled the building to get away. He tends to be a bit dramatic."

"Dramatic?" Spock raised a brow as he followed the woman at a brisk pace. She moved through the crowd comfortably. They were never jostled or forced to wait.

"You shouldn't waste your time trying to memorize the path to our location. I take a different one every time." She hummed a bit of a waltz and took a few steps as if she was dancing with a partner. The crowds stayed well clear of them. They turned down an alley. "I'm going to touch you now. I'm sorry, but it's hard to find an empty space in this city."

She grabbed his arm over his shirt and he felt the world twist around him. His body was not his to command. He tried desperately to comprehend the sensation and its cause, but it was done before he could do more than catalog some facets of the experience.

"Why did you bring him here, Luna?" The familiar female voice met his ears before he managed to straighten and see her.

"His world is gone. He will understand." The woman at his side let his arm go and moved toward the other voice. "He might be able to help us."

"I've been examining the muggle laws. We may not be augmented, but they won't care." She sounded exhausted. "How can he help us?"

"Hermione, let's give the man a cup of tea and talk." A male voice sounded near him as his body finally started obeying his own command again. "You can always obliviate him later."

"He isn't human. We don't know enough about his biology for me to ever do so." He managed to focus his gaze and saw her gesture toward him. "Apparating obviously doesn't agree with him. I will not be responsible for the destruction of his mind."

"So, we have to move again?" The man slumped. "We just got settled."

"Living in suitcases is hardly settled, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes and gestures towards a room that was filled with rows of antiquated traveling cases. "We need to find a safe place for the children."

"He will help." The blonde shoved the man back. "Let them talk."

He watched the couple disappear into the kitchen before turning to the brunette female. She was examining him carefully and making no effort to hide it. He felt something prick along his skin and raised a brow.

"You can feel it?" Her previously strident voice softened.

"What precisely is it?" Spock turned, keeping her in sight, as she walked to a table and sat at it.

"Magic." She gestured and a chair pushed out from the table in invitation. "Can we skip the part where you tell me there is no such thing?"