New Divide Chapter 1: Getting Started, a star trek: 2009 fanfic

Author's note: So, this one is definitely gonna have sex, but it's also gonna come with a plot-ish thing. So, don't expect them to get naked and go at it like rabbits…right away. Ha.

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Summary: Some say 'Love is blindness', and no truer words have ever been spoken. She is a young, blind woman with a temper. He's a half-Vulcan with prejudices and repressed emotions. He developes an unusual urge to protect her -- and she wants nothing to do with it. I say, let the sparks fly...among other things.

Warnings (all chapters): Prejudice. Heavy angst. Goes to some dark, psychological places. Mature content.

Nyota..

The communications officer had been on his mind for quite some time; however, she was currently not board the Enterprise. Some family issues had called the woman back home, for an undetermined amount of time. They had been in a relationship for three and half months – officially, anyway. Before that was their odd courting period, which arguably could still count as serious dating, since they did not see anyone else in that time.

Spock sighed slightly, no longer enjoying the solitude of his room. Since she had been inside, a new live had come about; even with her simply sitting on one of the chairs, reading, or compiling some work, it was nice. It was only the third night into her absence, but it felt like forever.

That is highly illogical, His mind murmured softly, and the half-Vulcan resisted the urge to sigh again, this time in frustration. The war between his Vulcan and Human mind was on-going, though they had found things they shared in common, he was certain it would never be over. What about my elder, alternate-reality self? He hardly seems to be at his wits end with his consecutive halves. In fact, he was certain Jim had referred to his other self as 'cool', and 'hip'. Although he would never use such words himself, they were quite accurate: Prime had showed himself as social, understanding, kind, and even a bit of a flirt. Not that anyone would notice besides Spock, since the hints were subtle, but there was no doubt in his mind that if Prime wished, the signals could be rather noticeable.

A small twang of jealously flashed throughout his body: why could he not be so open? Body language was not difficult to understand, and yet, he had such trouble communicating in such a way. Not even when his mind was screaming, and Nyota was comforting him in the lift, when he needed it most, could he hold her for too long. Now…the touches were longer, but extremely foreign and brought on uncertainty. He knew Nyota wanted more; but he could not give it, not as soon as she hoped.

Forcing himself to relax, he obtained a meditative position, determined to clear his thoughts and find at least a fraction of peace once again. Tomorrow would be an interesting but dutiful day – they were to receive a Denobulan Ambassador, and safely transport him to the bi-monthly meeting between all the Federation Ambassadors. A fairly routine task, but as always, it was important to keep up appearances and make sure all the needs of the Ambassador were met. It was only polite, and in keeping with Starfleet's expectations.

"Are you nervous?"

Denahi spoke smoothly, in his native tongue, to his translator. His gaze was locked firmly on the petite woman, some amusement and concern sparked.

"No."

A broad smile worked its way along the male's features, making the natural ridges even more noticeable. His head tilted to the side, and he moved closer to her fluidly. "I have known you for five years – it would be rude to lie to me." Even though the words themselves would seem as though they were strict, the tone in which they were spoken was clearly not.

When she hesitated longer than normal in answering, his eyebrows raised a bit. "Hayden."

She flinched slightly, but raised her head, her eyes landing on where she thought he was, judging by his light breathing, and the faint smell of subtle cologne. "…Fine; yes, I am." A large, reassuring hand was placed on her shoulders and she relaxed somewhat, but her mind was still buzzing with news: they were going to be transported to the meeting via the Enterprise. It would take about a week to get there, and while she had no problem being on a ship with thousands of others…one of her old friends was on-board.

"May I ask why?" Hayden shrugged off his hand, and moved a bit uncertainly to the chair, feeling around for it slightly, before taking a cautious seat. She could sense that he moved with her, and bent over slightly, since his height was more than her own, though not exceedingly staggering. "He doesn't know…" She trailed, and propped her elbows on the desk, awkwardly cutting her face with her palms. "..that I'm blind."

"Oh. Well, that will definitely get the conversation going, wouldn't it?"

She couldn't help but laugh slightly – it was uncanny how he always knew how to make her feel better. "Maybe, but I'm suppose to stick with you, and we all know how popular you can get." He may not be very fluent in the standard language, but he certainly knew a few choice phrases when it came to being around women. Hayden had helped, of course, to try and broaden it, but he argued that if he knew the language better, she could no longer be needed; and well, he was about the closest thing to a father figure that she had.

"You should still socialize outside of the political gene pool. It's not healthy for a young woman to be sucked into that too soon. Otherwise, you'll be just as grouchy as them."

"You're not grouchy," She retorted, and blew a piece of her hair out of the way when she felt it brush against her nose. Although it was hard to tell, she knew it was probably getting a bit too long again; but she didn't have the heart to get it cut at the moment. It felt familiar, and was kind of like a security blanket.

Denahi shrugged, and gave her a customary pat on her head, much like a genuine father would do to their daughter. "That's because I actually have you to keep me sane…you actually like my singing."

She leaned back in the chair slightly, and let out a huge gust of air, her eyes flickering around, despite not being able to see anything. "I wouldn't say like, so much as used to it."

The following day on the Enterprise was pretty much like a breeze.

Which naturally meant that James T. Kirk was having a ball; and that never was a good sign.

"So, does the same thing go for white chocolate?"

Currently, he was pestering his First Officer over newly-discovered information; the whole bridge was secretly listening in, although no one else dared to speak. They weren't too keen on getting on Spock's bad side, while Jim seemed to thrive in getting his friend riled up. "White chocolate has the same compounds as regular chocolate, the only difference being the color chemicals. Naturally, I would assume that yes; it would still have the same effect."

Sometimes Spock enjoyed answering questions about his alien half, but there were a few things he would not mind straying away from – the 'drunken', and sometimes aphrodisiac effect that chocolate has, being one of them. Of course, he skillfully left the latter out, not wishing to steer the conversation into Vulcan intimacy.

"Damn."

"Indeed." Cursing was never something he was fond of, and was something his Captain did quite often. At least he attempted to tone it down slightly when they were still technically on-duty; not that he didn't make up for lost time later, however.

"When will the Ambassador arrive, sir?" Sulu asked with curiosity, turning around in his seat slightly, to look at both the Captain and the science officer.

"Sometime soon," Came Jim's oh-so eloquent reply.

"In approximately fifty-three minutes, assuming all was done on schedule."

"Yeah, what he said." Jim got a little glare from Spock, but it only made the young Captain smile a bit wider, and shrug it off easily.

"Captain – incoming transmission from Starfleet." The stand-in communications officer said wistfully, immediately catching the attention of everyone on the bridge.

James settled back in his chair, and sighed happily, a huge grin on his face. "Well, let's not be strangers! Patch'em through."

Admiral Pike's face was fitted to the screen only moments later. "Captain Kirk," He greeted politely, an old wisdom and amusement in his eyes as he scanned the bridge. "I guess you've heard the news then, huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah, but we still got some time before the Ambassador gets here."

"I just wanted to warn you, that he has a woman with him – not like that," Pike corrected himself, seeing the silly expression on Kirk's face. "She is his personal translator, and goes with him anywhere where she might be needed. Don't be jackass, alright? I know you don't really mean to be, it's just kind of in your nature, but there's no need to make anything complicated, now is there?"

"No, sir."

Pike seemed a bit skeptical, and cast a knowing glance to Spock, who simply gave a small, curt nod. "I will…ensure he does not step over the line." Such human sayings were still a bit foreign to him, but slowly, he was understanding their meaning, even if he didn't agree with them all that much.

It had been a long fifteen hours of waiting, from the time she got up, to the time they were on the shuttlecraft to be transferred over to the Enterprise. She was nervous, first and foremost. Hayden had not seen James since she was fifteen – almost nine years ago.

They had not kept in contact frequently, but when they did communicate, it was always meaningful. Last she heard from him was when he decided to enlist in Starfleet. Being a translator for the Denobulan was a near full-time job, and they were almost constantly moving, but she still considered him a good friend.

When she found out he was now the Captain of his own federation ship, she was immensely proud; she was sure he was still a bit of a playboy, but, he was also responsible now…when he had to be. If only she had to guts to tell him what happened, she wouldn't feel so bad. He'd told her some horrible things he'd done, but she couldn't even tell him that.

Guilt weighed heavily on her heart. James had always said that he loved her eyes – an odd shade of blue – since it complimented her dark brown hair and now they were grey, and clouded over.

"We're here," Denahi pointed out softly, not at all minding the confused looks from others who clearly didn't understand his language. "He will not blame you for not telling him." He assured her, and stood fluidly, and she followed, staying close by him, her hand resting lightly on his back for guidance.

"No, probably not, but still…"

He began to lead her out of the shuttle, and she instantly noticed the cool temperature on the ship; she could feel the bright lights on her, and hear the buzz of others and the machines working properly. She had always imagined what it would be like on a starship, and now she was on one, but she could not see it.

Denahi gave her a small nudge with his hip, and spoke gently. "They are approaching." She was not ready. Not like this, anyway. Still she sucked in a breath, and prepared herself. A flurry of footsteps were coming toward them, and it mimicked her racing heartbeat.

"Ambassador." That was not Jim's voice – it was deeper, almost monotone, but not quite. "I am Spock, the First Officer of the Enterprise."

She knew that Denahi understood that much, since he was used to introductions profusely, but that was about it, really. "Hello, Spock. This is Ambassador Denahi and I'm—"

Her sentence could not be finished, because suddenly a very familiar voice cut through her words.

"Hayden?!"

She swallowed the lump in her throat, and bit her lip slightly. Somewhere in her mind, she was aware of Denahi's weight pressed against her slightly, to keep her steady.

"…James," She breathed heavily, and fought the urge to sink to her knees when he was suddenly in front of her, his breath fanning out across her hair, as his hand cupped her chin, tilting her face upwards. On instinct, and in shame, she immediately shut her eyes.

"Open your eyes."

"No."

Spock was unsure as to what was transpiring, and scientifically, he was intrigued; he had never seen his Captain act in such a…caring way, toward a female member of the crew to such a degree, without the intention of flirting or bedding them. It was obvious that whatever was going on, was personal, however.

"Captain, I do not think now is the best time for..this."

The Ambassador placed his hand gently along her forearm. "Let him see." His native tongue washed over her like a cool breeze, fighting through her mind that was currently trying to deny everything in that moment.

Hesitantly, she did as he suggested, and opened her eyes; they flickered, not knowing exactly where his face was, before simply staring in a natural position. In her mind, she could practically see his face, how it usually was – but she had no idea what he looked like now.

"..What..what happened?"

"A lot of things, James. I really don't wanna talk about it now. I have to contact Starfleet, and unpack, and like, a million of other things that need to get done before-"

He cut her off again, but this time, not by speaking; he hugged her. Like he used to – that coveted big brother type of hug, and it made her want to cry. She was such a horrible friend, keeping things like this from him.

"Okay, okay, calm down. You're not wonder woman, you know? We'll talk later."

Numbly, she nodded, and kept herself steady as he pulled back. Denahi murmured something in her ear, and for a moment, she was thrust back into her 'job'. "The Ambassador would like to know if – later – it would be fine if we explored the ship? It is the latest model and he has a particular fondness for Starfleet ships."

James chuckled slightly, and she was sure he was nodding, but he wasn't the one who spoke. "Naturally, as long as your explorations do not cause interruptions, it is highly welcome."

"In Spock-speak, that means 'have fun'."

Spock sent a small glare to his Captain, before there was a soft buzz on the universal intercom.

"Captain, Mr. Spock, you're presence is needed back on the bridge. Sulu out."

"He is smirking," Denahi spoke again, and she couldn't help but snicker some; of course James was smirking. Why wouldn't he?

"Well, duty calls! I'll come by your quarters later, if that's cool?"

She shrugged slightly, "Yeah, that'd be okay."

"It was a pleasure meeting you Ambassador – Miss Hayden."

The two turned away, making a slight squeak on the floor, before she could say anything else.

Talk about first impressions. Even though Jim was civil in public, she was sure he would throw a fit when he came to visit her…and what about his First Officer, Spock? The way he spoke was familiar and get different to her at the same time. "What was he, Denahi?"

He did not need to ask to know whom she was speaking of. "A Vulcan."

"Oh." With that extremely articulate answer, she repositioned herself at his side, as he took the lead again, easily finding their quarters – it was a good thing they found them out beforehand, otherwise, that meant having to face James again. That, or his First Officer; and right now, the only thing she wanted to do was take a nap.

"Captain -..Jim. You seemed oddly surprised with the woman's eyes." Spock's head tilted slightly as they walked, easily avoiding collisions with others. He watched Jim's form go a bit rigid, before relaxing again. Fascinating.

"They weren't always like that. I remember them being blue – bluer then anything I have ever seen." A hand came up to rub the back of his neck, and he pressed the button for the lift to open, easily stepping inside and awaiting for Spock to do the same.

"That is highly illogical. A color cannot be any more of a color then it already is. However..the statement suggests that you have some emotional attachment to the woman – is that correct?"

"She is not just some woman, Spock. Her name is Hayden..and well, she's my best friend. The only person who knows me better than me, and no matter what dumb shit I did, helped me out of it. I don't love her, if that's what you mean. Not in a romantic way, anyway. She's like my sister."

Spock blinked slightly, and when the lift stopped on the bridge, followed out, silently taking seat at his station. Hayden. I must investigate further, to see why he holds this woman in such a high regard. He seemed unconvinced, so far having no solid ground as to why James would react in such a way, if he was not in-love with her. Not to mention the fact that he was not sure if she was appropriate for her appointed job, if she was unable to see.

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