Okay, so… I'm officially bad. I've been planning to do more writings within the Batman Begins/Dark Knight universe, but after watching Star Trek, I just couldn't help myself.

An explanation:

As can be easily deduced, I have decided to use an OC in this story. Why? Well, not because I wasn't completely in love with Uhura and Spock, but because I felt like it might be fun to see things play out with someone different; I also feel like this decision gives me a chance to better explore Spock. Yay!

Now, onward!Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Star Trek. Any original characters, however, are mine.Against all Logic: Chapter One

She hadn't needed to be to her first class until 8:15 in the morning; that she knew very well. However, arriving half an hour early to her Advanced Vulcan Studies class had just seemed appropriate at the time.

Zuria dropped her bag onto a desk in the second row, choosing to sit slightly off-center, towards the left. She'd decided that a change from last semester would be a good idea; a fresh start, a welcome alteration. God knew it was hardly a bad thing.

Exhaling loudly, she sat down. Her hands found their way to her hair, desperately working to form braids with the auburn waves. Pulling her hands away from her hair, she glanced up at the clock. 7:55; only twenty minutes left.

Reaching into her bag, Zuria pulled out her textbook, flipping through it absent-mindedly. She stopped on a page detailing the Vulcan and Romulan war, an event that had taken place several centuries ago. Of course, she had already studied it in moderate detail; aside from her main area of study, the Advanced Vulcan Studies class was one of the few that she was thoroughly invested in, as she had always had an interest in the history and cultures of all planets, including her own. Her thirst for knowledge in these topics was a guilty pleasure of hers; one which she rarely indulged in. However, a class pertaining to the study of at least one Starfleet planet was required of all students to complete; this made her indulgence much easier to justify. She had simply chosen to study Vulcan because it had the most fascinating history to her.

The sound of a door opening and closing several minutes later caused Zuria to jump in her seat, the sound having pulled her from her reading. Tearing her eyes away from the book, she looked up, her eyes meeting those of an equally surprised Vulcan man.

"I am sorry," He began, pausing where he stood. "But it has always been my understanding that all classes begin at eight-fifteen, including this one. Could you, perhaps, provide an explanation for your early arrival?"

"There's no reason in particular." Zuria responded, her eyes glancing momentarily back at the textbook. "It just seemed like a good idea to me when I woke up."

The man nodded, stepping towards the desk at the front of the room. "Well, as you are here before your classmates and seem eager to learn, may I begin attendance by asking your name?" He questioned; as though she could reject the request of her professor.

"Zuria Nibiru." She answered, letting her hands drop to her lap, resting them there. She watched as he raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed." He acknowledged, allowing the computer to mark her present.

"You would be Professor Spock, correct?" She inquired. He nodded.

"I was unaware that you had been informed that I would be teaching your class."

"We weren't informed."

She watched as Spock's eyebrows furrowed. He opened his mouth to question her, but she interrupted.

"There are very few Vulcan professors here at the academy. You happen to be the only one that isn't old." She explained.

"I see." He said, his eyebrows returning to normal. She knew from her studies that Vulcans prized logic and knowledge above all else; Professor Spock had merely seen the logic behind her words, accepting them.

A temporary silence passed between them.

"Did you choose to replace Professor Tadek?" Zuria questioned, referring to the previous teacher of this class; he'd perished along with all others aboard the U.S.S. Farragut in Star Fleet's failed mission to save Vulcan. Guiltily, Zuria thanked God that she had been stationed on board the U.S.S. Hood instead.

"No, I did not." Spock responded. "However, as there are very few remaining Vulcans, I felt obligated to accept the request that I teach this class. It is my duty to attempt to further preserve my culture in such a manner."

"Oh," Zuria said, comprehending his feeling of obligation. Lifting her hands from her lap, she placed them on her desk, leaning forward slightly.

"May I ask a question of a more personal nature?" Spock asked. She nodded, inviting him to continue. "What is your main focus of study?"

"Xenobiology." She replied easily, hardly considering his question personal. She was no surgeon, but she had very in-depth knowledge of the workings of the bodies of all aliens from federation planets.

"Fascinating," Spock commented, a mere hint of a smile on his face.

"I agree. That's why I chose to study it." She returned, a more evident grin playing on her lips.

"You are not yet a doctor, correct?"

"That's correct, sir. I will be after this semester." She informed him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was denied the opportunity when a monotone, female voice sounded, alerting all students that they were to report to their first class.

"Well, Cadet Nibiru, I look forward to having you in my class." He said quickly. She assumed that it was because students were beginning to shuffle tiredly into the room. Several of them examined Zuria quizzically; most likely wondering why she was already seated and prepared for class to begin.

"Hello, students. Welcome back to the Advanced Vulcan Studies class. I am Professor Spock," He introduced, clasping his hands together behind his back. "And I will be replacing the late Professor Tadek who, as I am sure you are all aware, met his end aboard the U.S.S. Farragut. At this time I would like to apologize for any of your losses."

The room remained silent. At last, Spock continued.

"However, I will inform you now that this class will now become more challenging. As this is an advanced class, I expect much out of all of you. I will not tolerate laziness of any kind; you are all very capable of taking responsibility for your own education. Are we understood?"

No words came from the mouths of any students. Zuria smiled inwardly. Bring it on, professor. She thought. Spock's eyes met hers for a mere second before looking away.

"All right then. Let us begin."

Well, there you have it: the first chapter. I'm having fun with this story, so I hope you guys do, too! Reviews are lovely, as all know. Any critiques are welcome... flames, however, are not.

Thanks!

-Harlequin