I'm not sure about this one...it's my first serious fanfic so I'm nervous, but since I write for fun I don't have much reason to be I guess. This is an idea I've been tossing around in my head for awhile and finally just wrote it down when I was bored one day. I'd really appreciate a review to let me know what you guys think of this!

Link to the Vulcan Language Dictionary: ?cmd=search. This is where I found the translation for the title.

Let me know if I need to fix any editing stuff, I proofed it more than once but no one's perfect.

Disclaimer: I only own Lieutenant Triplett, all else is Mr. Roddenberry's and the VLD's.

The doors to the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise swished open as Lieutenant Triplett entered and took her place at her consule. She looked as if she'd had a difficult day, and it was only 0600 hours. Her eyes were rimmed red and slightly puffy, her nose was blotchy, her hair not its usual sleek perfection and her uniform slightly askew.

Commander Spock glanced away from the front screen at her for a moment and felt a small twinge of concern. There probably wasn't anything he could do to help, but Captain Kirk had left him in charge while the captain took a landing party down to Xenos, the planet they were currently orbiting.

While he was gone, Spock was determined to be the best "captain" he could. "What would Jim do in this situation," he mused to himself. Thinking through the options and their possible outcomes, he made his decision and stood up.

"Sulu, you have the conn, I'll only be gone a short time. Lieutenant Triplett, follow me, I may be in need of your skills." Spock picoted and walked into the lift. Sulu and Chekov shot confused looks at each other, then shrugged and went back to work. They rarely understood the Vulcan commander.

Lieutenant Triplett stood up shakily and followed him into the lift. After the doors closed, Spock ordered, "Floor Three." Triplett glanced at him, puzzled, but he stood impassive, hands clasped behind his back. "What's on Floor Three?" she wondered.

Then, halfway between floors, Spock reached out and stopped the lift. Turning to face Triplett, he looked down at her face. Normally her eyes were a brilliant blue, but today they were muted, sad, he thought. She looked sad. And frightened. Of course, she had no idea why he had asked her to accompany him and, and he knew he intimidated some of the crew.

He paused, unsure how to proceed. "Are you… Is there something wrong, Lieutenant?" he asked.

"I um…no, I'm fine," she said quietly, facing straight ahead.

"Your chin is trembling," he stated calmly. Wasn't that a sign the human was close to tears? She put her face in her hands as her shoulders began to shake violently, muffled sobs still quite audible to his Vulcan ears. "Oh, now what to do?" he wondered. Tears and emotions made him very uncomfortable, and here was a considerable amount of both.

He reached out awkwardly to put his arms around her. He knew it was a way human males offered comfort. She didn't seem to notice the awkwardness as she turned toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she buried her face in his chest.

He froze for a second. Well, if it would help her…he relaxed. After all, the ship depended on the wellbeing of the crew, so the logical thing to do was comfort her, right? He began gently stroking her hair, he'd heard human females found it calming and pleasant.

After a few minutes, her sobbing fasded away and she came back to her senses. Blushing furiously she realized she was hugging and crying all over Commander Spock. The highly efficient First Officer that believed in never showing emotion. "Oh, God!" she thought. "He must be so disgusted!"

"Commander!" she exclaimed. "I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't! Please don't punish me!" Spock frowned slightly, unsure of her meaning.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Why, I got your uniform all wet, allowed my emotions to get the best of me, and hugged you!" she said.

"Oh." He understood now. "Forget about it, Lieutenant. Why don't you tell me what happened that made you so upset?" he requested. She looked at him with shock radiating from her.

"May I ask why you are interested, Commander?"

"For two reasons, Lieutenant. First, this ship depends on the wellbeing of its crew, both physical and emotional. Therefore, if something needs to be dealt with, either Captain Kirk or I should be informed. As the Captain is not on board the ship at the moment, logically the job falls to me. Second, I have often noticed that when humans are emotionally troubled they almost always find it reassuring to talk about it, to "cry on someone's shoulder" as you say. As you've already cried on me, I'm offering my services as a listener."

Triplett was staring at the floor, biting her lip. The Vulcan commander was offering his services as a confidante? She wondered if she was dreaming. Well, if it was a dream there was no harm in telling him, and she really did need to talk about it.

Sighing, she looked up into his startlingly dark eyes. "Lieutenant Jacobs and I broke up last night," she said quietly. His eyebrow raised just the tiniest bit.

"I wasn't aware you were seeing each other," he said.

"Yess, sir, for nearly a year and a half." She paused, but he said nothing, calmly waiting for her to continue. "It just wasn't working out for me," she said. "A lot of things weren't. He was so clingly and jealous and we were fighting every day and I finally realized it just wasn't worth it anymore." She wiped new tears off her face. "I feel so terrible for hurting him by ending it," she whispered.

"But if you did the right thing for yourself, then logically you have no reason to feel bad," he told her gently. More tears filled her eyes.

"I know," she sighed. "But you of all people should know that emotions are not logical." The corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly.

Then Triplett gagged and closed her eyes. He frowned, concerned again. He could see the outline of her jaw muscles against the skin on her face, she was clenching her teeth together so tightly. "You will not throw up on the Commander!" she ordered herself.

"Lieutenant, are you alright?" he asked sharply. "Are you in pain?" She shook her head and unclenched her jaw.

"No, no pain," she whispered.

"What happened?" he asked, still in the sharp voice.

"I just got so nauseous all of a sudden… And I feel so weak…" her voice trailed off as she fainted. Catching her before she hit the floor, Spock ordered the lift to the sickbay.

"What the hell, Spock?" McCoy spluttered when he entered with the unconscious Lieutenant in his arms.

Then he snapped into professional mode and began collecting equipment to run tests while he asked Spock what happened.

"We were talking, then she gagged and said she suddenly felt nauseous and weak, and then she lost consciousness," Spock told him.

"Huh. That could be a lot of different things…" McCoy said. "Here, help me with this scanner." They were running the tests when suddenly one of the scanners beeped. McCoy broke into a smile. "Well, there you have it, Spock, she's not sick at all."

"Are you certain, Doctor?" he was bewildered again.

"Quite. She has no illness."

"None? Then what's wrong with her?"

"Nothing, Spock, in fact she's in very good shape for a pregnant woman."

"Pregnant?" Spock raised one eyebrow.

"Yes, Spock, as in there is a human being growing in her uterus."

"I am aware of the definition of the diagnosis, Doctor." Spock was wondering if he should tell McCoy that the Lieutenant had just left her boyfriend the night before. He decided against it, knowing that their conversation in the lift was confidential unless the doctor absolutely needed to know. Well, this will complicate things, he thought to himself.

"Doctor, I will leave you to break the news to her when she wakes up, I need to be getting back to the bridge."

"Alright, Spock. Oh, and I'm keeping the Lieutenant off duty for the next few days, she needs to rest."

"Very well, Doctor." Spock left.