I do not own Star Trek: 2009, nor any other amazing version because if I did I would not be looking at data sheets for pulsars.

However, I do own Trinity as well as others to come. I hope you enjoy her!

Traffic, how retarded. It was more irritating since there was a huge semi behind her. At least she took the car.

With a huff she shut the radio off and blasted the air conditioner. It had to be over 95 degrees outside. Trinity's brain could not get over the fact of how hot it was and that she still had a four hour trip ahead of her. Restless, that's exactly how she felt.

The next ten to twenty minuets only got her a mile down the road in unforgiving traffic. Apparently, the radio, which she decided to listen to, posted a emergency bulletin that traffic would be backed up for the rest of the evening and maybe into the early-morning. A tanker of hazardous chemicals spilled over, and caused a large pile up. It only made her mad and upset. She wanted to get home so she could see her nephew. Her father and step-mother were on one of those month-long cruises. Kudoos to 'em. They did deserve it.

Coming back to reality she decided there was no way she could sit there for several more hours, due to her lack of patience, and her almost empty tank of gas. Frowning she pulled onto the side of the road and crawled until she reached the highway exit. Going down the ramp gave her a good angle to see the wreck. It was horrible.

The white teeth in her mouth clamped onto her lip and she prayed to God that everyone in that was alright. As she pulled onto the highway she saw a gas station a bit of the way down, beside a hotel too. Thank you lord!

Trinity was relieved that this one thing was going her way. Getting into the lobby of the hotel she smiled. It was a very nice place. Going up to the desk she rang the bell and an attendant came to the front. "May I help you miss?"

"Uh, yeah. I need a single for the night." The man complied and rang her up. Eventually she made it into the hotel room with her belongings. Dropping every bag onto the floor she pulled out the band in her hair and flopped onto the bed. "Ahh, finally."

"I wonder how Kate's doing." Grabbing her cell phone she speed dialed her sister. It rang a few times then went to voicemail. She frowned. "Hey Kate, it's Trin. Listen, uh, there's God awful traffic down here and I doubt I'll be home until late tomorrow evening. Call me back. Love you and tell Code Auntie Trin loves him for me. By the way, I somehow ended up with Alvin's hideous green socks. Bye." She shut the phone directly after that and laid her forearm across her eyes.

Dread filled her as she knew she needed to call Mason. Their relationship was currently on the rocks. Why? She wasn't sure, it just kept getting worse and worse and worse. That's why she went all the way to Oklahoma. Her boss called her earlier that week. She thought it was a bad decision at first.

"What?!" She screamed. Trinity was angry. He couldn't make up his mind ever, nothing made sense. Her lips pursed in the most dreadful manner. That's when Mason Luis Roberts held his hands out, apologizing.

"No Mase! It isn't okay! Nothing is okay anymore, damnit! Don't you get it? Everything keeps getting worse! Why? Why, why, why, why, why!? Jesus!" She frowned at him more now than she ever had. She kept shaking her head too.

"So who was it this time?" Calm, unnervingly calm was her voice. His mouth hung open. "No, Trin, god no, nothing like that! I haven't cheated on you. Please." He came up and put his hands on her shoulders. He wasn't much bigger then her if any at all.

"Then what Mason? What's wrong here?"

No answer. Then the phone rang. She jerked out of his grasp to get it. "Hello … oh, Mr. Dicector, how are you? … Really? Yeah. Tomorrow? Well, I mean, it's kind of short noti-Oh, sir, no, I'd be glad to! At five tomorrow? And the airport? Well, I'll be there. M'kay, thanks. G'bye." She pressed the 'talk' button once more and the phone went off.

She started to her bed room, but turned to Mason first. "Go home. We need a break. I'm going into to pick up a project for work. I'll see you in few days. Bye Mason." She turned not giving him any time to respond. He just left.

Trinity felt the bitter sting of tears forming her eyes. They needed a break. Actually, as much as she hated to admit it, they needed to be over. It wasn't a beneficial relationship in any form whatsoever. Still …

Trinity grabbed her phone to check for any missed calls. None. He hadn't even bothered to call her. Again, she bit her lip. She decided then and there it needed to end, but it remained as to when. Now, over the phone? Or later? When everyone at home would look at her and talk. With one big leap she dialed Mason's home phone.

One ring …

Two rings …

Three …

"Hello?" A female voice? Trinity jolted up. "Yeah, is Mason around?"

The female voiced hummed in thought. "No, he went to the store for a moment, can I take a message?"

"Uh, can I ask who this is?"

"I'm Mason's friend. Can I ask who this is?" The female on the other line seemed to be getting suspicious.

"This is his, as of now, ex-girlfriend. Let me guess, Renee?"

"Yeah … Wait? He has a girlfriend?! He told me you broke up? Who the hell are you?"

She choked back a yell, "Hey, tell Mason that his ex called to tell him that it's over and don't come looking for his stuff, he may as well consider what was there gone." She snapped the phone and hurled it across the room. It was already a long night and it was barely past six p.m.

- - -

"Spock … I don't know if I can handle this anymore." There stood a chocolate skinned beauty.

He didn't feel much on a daily basis. This, however he did feel. His heart was being torn in half. The chair he was in, no matter how sturdy, could not take away the falling sensation in the pit of his stomach. Uhura was leaving him.

"We're moving no where. And even if we did, I cannot take your restrictions, your limitations." She came closer. "I want to be with you, I want to love you in every way possible, but you won't let me! Why?"

His face was still cold and calm, as was his voice when he spoke, "Nyota. I find myself unable at this moment in time to commit to such actions. It would be irresponsible." This only angered her.

"Irresponsible? How? I love you, Spock! I want to be with you, I want that kind of relationship! We aren't going to be with Starfleet forever.""We have a many star dates before our mission aboard the Enterprise is finished. Also, we would be subjecting ourselves to an abundance of errors, and risking the welfare of the other crew members at the whim of our emotions. It is only logical that we remain as is." Spock stood up and looked at her.

"No, you're wrong. It isn't logical that we remain as is," she said, taking his words and throwing them at him. "It is easy to see that you really can't process the emotions possible to have a relationship. I thought we would last."

Now on the verge of tears Nyota just shook her head. "I'm leaving Enterprise when I have the chance. I'm sorry." She turned and left.

Spock stared at the door before placing his head in his hands. He loved her. It was something he knew, thought she knew, something he apparently have expressed enough for her. Were their rendezvous, hours together, and subtle gestures not enough? He had thought so, now he knew better. He gave her all he could without being another person entirely. He wasn't one to have excessive public displays, or to have superbly intimate acts until he was ready on his own terms. They had only been together for a little more then a year. Nyota was fully human, and being a human woman, expressed her emotions to her fullest. It was different when they were a secret, but when they became openly affectionate, she changed.

Crying wasn't in him, that was too large of an emotion to let lose. Still, he could not change how he felt. The rest of the evening was spent in his cabin studying pulsar charts.

I am a Trekkie! So I am not new to the Star Trek universe. I've been working on this story for a very long time and I want genuine cut throat or God worthy feedback because I know I need it. Tell me of any mistakes. I'll need several reviews of this one chapter kic-off just to understand if it needs more work.

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