Amok Time
Ch.1
A/N: I don't own. This is going to a chaptered Fanfic based off Gene's Amok Time from the original series. I'm just playing with the dough and wanted to add a modern touch...
Nyota
She has seen Spock very little over the past few days. She was concerned, but didn't want to intrude. As illogical as he would say she was for saying this, he even seemed a bit on the edge. He would easily become irritated by the most diminuative things; an Ensign giving his requested data later than expected, someone in his lab misplaced the Chemical X, and he wouldn't even look at her when she was on the bridge, that's where she became concerned. Whatever was on his mind, hopefully he would tell her,and hopefully it would be soon...
Christine
She smoothed down the front of her uniform, and patted her head making sure her hair was in place. She then stared into the mirror checked her make-up, smacked her lips, and winked at herself before she walked out of her bedroom.
When she walked into small kitchenette, she wafted the big pot on her stove, frowned slightly at the smell, and vacilated before bringing a wooden spoon to her lips. The taste was bland, but she had read an article about Vulcan taste buds, afterwards she had the recipe for a commonly accepted food: Plomeek Soup.
She took to quessing the Spock would be quite agreeable to the soup, and aquired the necesarry indrediants on the ships last shoreleave. She copied the recipe exactley, and only assumed it tasted the way it should. She poured the soup in a bowl, and placed the pot in her sink.
After checking her appearance one last time, she grabbed the tray that the bowl was on, and headed out of her quarters. Upon arriving at Commander Spock's door, she debated a minute. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but she wanted to surprise him, without giving him time to deny her admittance. In the end, she decided to override the code with Medical Authorization. She stopped stopped short after one step through the threshold.
Spock was standing before her, his eyes darker than she was accustomed to. He looked angry, as angry as a half-Vulcan could get. She tried to smile as she held the tray out towards him.
"I-I-I made you some soup..." Her voice faltered when he walked over to her. He picked up the bowl, looked it over for several seconds, and heaved it against the wall. Paralyzed by fear, she didn't move a muscle, just stook there cow-eyed. She was still standing in the threshold, the door still wide open, when the bowl conncected and broke quite nicley with the wall behind her.
"You will NOT bring me soup unless I ask you otherwise." He said loudly, much louder than his normal monotone voice, but not quite yelling. Just loud enough to tell that he wasn't himself. He then turned and walked into his sleeping alcove.
She squatted down to pick up the tray she had dropped when she heard Spock call her name. With somewhat trepition she slowly walked into where she saw him disappear. Spock was lying on his bed. Christine stood at the foot of the bed, waiting. For what? She didn't know.
"Come closer." And so she did. He stood up, staring down at her, his eyes somewhat blacker than they were earlier. He lifted a long warm finger to her eye, wiping a tear away.
"Your face is wet." She hadn't even realized she was crying. She then watched as the strangest look of realization crossed his features. He brought his arms to his sides. "Leave my quarters." Feeling hurt beyond belief, Christine dashed out of his quarters, the tray and mess of soup on the wall forgotten. She was also completely oblivious the Captian, and his CMO's shocked expressions.
TBC...
A/N: Like it? Hate it and wanna burn it? Let me know, and I do realize that the scence didn't go like this, 1. This the 2009 version, 2. Spock is with Nyota, and 3. I'm not a big Chapel fan. Oh, and I know that it was short, I have to know if people even like it before I can continue...