Cale felt better after his conversation with the priest, calmer. He was still in a universe that was not his own, and he was still under heavy guard, but now he felt better able to accept the situation. The Church was the same here as it was in his home universe, and therefore would still be a constant in his life as it had been since he'd converted to the peculiar human religion.

He wasn't the only one of Vulcan stock to have converted to the religion. There was - or at least in his home universe there was - a small congregation of Vulcans and not-exactly-Vulcans who attended Mass every Sunday.

The Serenity Prayer which he'd learned from a Starfleet officer who'd learned it from his father who'd learned it from his father going back several generations offered a great deal of wisdom for situations such as this, and reciting it brought him a small measure of peace. Peace he desperately needed at the moment considering how uncertain his future was now, especially since the fact that he wasn't human or even a member of a race that belonged to the Federation had been revealed.

His conversion to the Catholic faith had started - like many things in his life including his moving to Earth - by accident. He'd run into a church to get out of the rain one morning only to discover he'd arrived just in time for morning mass. Not wanting to make a spectacle of himself, he had gone inside and quietly sat down with the small congregation that had attended at that early hour, attempting to follow along enough that he wouldn't particularly stand out. The Homily had caught his attention then his curiosity. After the mass was over, he had gone up to the priest in order to ask questions.

Back when he'd been living in the Romulan Empire, he hadn't been particularly religious. There were times now when he'd thought that was because he'd been waiting to find the right one. After several discussions with the priest and nearly a year in the RCIA, he had been certain that he'd found it.

After he'd finished praying, he'd turned to his friend George who was looking a bit better now that he was out of the public eye. George was as always seemingly amused by the fact that he followed a human religion that had significantly waned in influence over the past few centuries. The guard that followed them inside seemed quite stunned, but so had the few who'd known what he really was when he'd told them of his new-found religion years earlier. Captain April's reaction had been priceless to say the least.

While George and Cale practically hid out in the base chapel, Spock spoke to Captain Teach who'd pretty much been left to his own devices after his friend and the "Father of Federation Justice" had departed. He had wanted to suspect the Romulan for being behind the Tiberius' arrival in their universe, but the more he spoke with Teach, the less likely that seemed.

"The anomaly that caused your arrival in our universe appeared out of nowhere?" he asked seeking clarification following the captain's testimony.

Apparently, the destruction of the Narada had caused some unforeseen consequences, and the arrival of the Tiberius was one of them. The captain's mentioning of debris surrounding the anomaly that had sucked his ship in seemed to confirm this, as the Narada had been breaking apart when it had been sucked into the black hole that the Red Matter had created when Ambassador Spock's ship had exploded upon colliding with the Narada months earlier.

It was possibly quite fortunate that it had been Captain Teach's universe that the anomaly had opened up to considering the infinite number of possibilities that were out there including the possibility of the existence of a universe where everyone was evil by current moral and ethical standards. Having people from such a universe arrive in their own could have any number of unforeseen consequences.

The worst that they seemed to have to face from the Tiberius' arrival aside from the Romulan who had seemingly contented himself with holing up in Starbase 10's chapel was the emotional turmoil that George Kirk would cause the captain. Having never met the father whose legacy everyone had expected Captain Kirk to live up to, things would be decidedly awkward between his captain and the counterpart of the man who had sacrificed himself in order to save the lives of the crew of the U.S.S. Kelvin which had included his mother who had given birth to him aboard one of the shuttles shortly after evacuation of that ship following the death of Captain Robau.

Aboard the Enterprise, Captain Kirk fingered the hard copy of the message that his father's counterpart had sent. He had never received a scolding from his father before or anything from his father aside from suggestions on his name and a cut off declaration of love for him and his mother for that matter because the man had died moments after he had been born. He didn't know how he should feel about the message he'd received. On the one hand, it showed that no matter the universe his father cared about him. On the other however, that man who wore his father's face beneath a mop of red hair wasn't his father. That man hadn't sacrificed himself in order to save his life and the life of his mother as his father had. That man hadn't had to.

"I'd thought I'd find you here." Dr. McCoy said as he'd invaded his quarters without so much as a by-your-leave, having used the medical override in order to gain access.

"What do you want Bones?" he asked.

"I want you to stop hiding from your feelings." Bones said. "It isn't healthy. Go and talk to the man. The sooner you get it over with, the sooner you'll be able to deal with it."

Sighing, he stashed the missive in his desk drawer and got up. He could have told the doctor to leave him the hell alone, but that would have been as futile as trying to put the sun out with a glass of water. Bones would have simply continued pestered him until he'd complied out of sheer frustration.

After beaming back aboard the starbase, he made his way to the chapel where his father's counterpart was still holed up with his Romulan "friend" uncertain of what to say, and of what he wanted to say. Swallowing down his nervousness, he opened the door and entered.

He hadn't been sure what to expect, but it sure as hell hadn't been to see his father, the Romulan who'd been surgically altered to appear human, and the security guard who'd been assigned to watch them sitting crosslegged on the floor of the chapel having a serious theological discussion. None of them seemed to have noticed his arrival, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

It delayed his conversation with his father's counterpart for one...