T'Androma coughed audibly, enough to get the attention of her class. The class quieted down to hushed whispers then to complete silence. She took her PADD and plugged it into the projector before starting her lecture on Quantum Physics; however, it was the complete basic version. It was her major, and, despite it being complicated, she still enjoyed it very much. She did, however, have three minor degrees in Xenolinguistics, Xenobiology, and Xenoanthropology.

She surveyed the class, studying each person carefully while she pulled up the presentation she put together. What she didn't notice was the tall slender Vulcan and the shorter blond Human Captain sitting in the back of the room.

Clearing her throat, she began her presentation. "Hello, I am Dr. T'Androma, I will not bother with my last name for it is extremely hard for races, other than my own, to pronounce it." She smiled slightly before addressing the screen behind her. "Every action has an equal or opposite reaction, as Sir Isaac Newton would put it." A picture of a person flashed on the screen.

"Imagine this person as you, you are faced with two options," she clicked a button on her PADD and two lines came out of the person on the screen. "The main timeline is the option, or choice you pick. Let us say, it was choosing between a green apple and a red one." Two apples shone at the end of the lines, one green and one red. She studied the group and picked a person in the front row.

"You, sir," she walked up to him, smiling ever so slightly, "Which apple would you prefer?"

The young man looked at her and answered with a slight southern accent, "The red one, ma'am."

She nodded and lifted her pointer to the screen and selected the red apple. "As you can see, the two choices split." Stepping up the stairs to address the class more personally, she looked around curiously before walking back to the front. "Choosing something as simple as this can alter what the future reality can be. Moving one simple particle from anything changes the timeline completely into a different one." She clicked her pointer again and the screen changed to multiple different lines continuously moving until the screen was a complete mess of blue.

"What I am explaining is a lot like a tree, imagine it like that," T'Androma brought up a picture of a tree that seemed like the branches stemmed off in multiple different ways. "I found it easer to think of it this way." She took out a laser pointer and pointed the red light towards the trunk. She then explained how the branches went in different directions symbolizing choices or differences in the line. She continued to explain until many people understood the complex subject.

T'Androma decided to take it a step further and let her students mull over the idea for future classes if they found the subject interesting. Sighing slightly, she collected her thoughts on what she would say to end her presentation. "There is no end to reality, for our reality is different from that of another reality, ours could even be a highly complicated projection, for all you know, and we could be being controlled by higher beings than ourselves, but that would be quite illogical, don't you think?" the woman smiled, and a few people nodded. "To close, I would like to say to be wary of major choices and mull them over before you finalize your decision, because one choice could drastically change your own view of the timeline." She nodded to herself; sure that what she said had made sense. "Thank you for letting me discuss this issue, if you would like to further up your knowledge in this area, I offer classes as well as Doctor Helms and Doctor Yetzva."

T'Androma bowed as she finished her presentation and lots of people clapped, and she raised her head and dismissed the group. A few people stayed behind to ask a few questions on things they didn't understand and she cleared it up for them until they understood.

As soon as she thought everyone was gone, she undid a few buttons on her navy blue cardigan and tucked some stray hairs that came out of her neat bun behind her pointed ear. She paused as she was about to place her PADD inside her brief case, as she heard food steps, two pairs, with her fine tuned hearing. Placing her PADD in her bag, she looked up at the pair in front of her and flushed slightly.

" James, Spock, what a pleasant surprise," She said, giving the duo a small smile. The Captain smiled back at her and the Commander remained neutral.

"Dr. T'Androma, your presentation was very nice," Kirk said with an unusual grin that the woman recognized as maybe a flirtatious gesture.

"Thank you, Jim," She looked over his appearance quickly and her eyes became slightly mischievous, the male Vulcan noticed. "I see you actually became a Captain, surprisingly, considering your lack of discipline and sexual desire for the opposite sex that could possibly get you into future troubles."

Spock would have laughed if he showed emotions, her humor never failed to amuse him. Jim feigned mock hurt as the woman smiled slightly again. "Is there something you need?" T'Androma asked, genuinely curious about why both were here.

"I was here to ask if you would like to join the crew of U.S.S Enterprise," Jim stated, casually but honestly. "We need a new Xenoanthropologist and a Quantum Physicist wouldn't hurt either."

T'Androma thought about it for a very long time, the thought of being on the same ship as the male Vulcan bothered her slightly, but it was a comforting feeling considering what had happened to the planet. Letting out a small sigh she gave Spock a small look, she knew only he would pick up before looking back to her new Captain. "It would be an honor, Jim. However, I need to work this out with the higher ups and-" She was cut off by Jim putting his arm over her shoulder and leading her to the exit while she fumbled to hold her bag and removed his arm from her shoulder.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you were like Spock in more ways than one," He gave her an apologetic smile before starting to speak again. "I have already worked it out with them, they suggested you as the option considering you had other useful majors as well." He grinned at her. "Get to the shuttle before 0900 tomorrow." He then ran off after a woman he had spotted earlier, leaving the Vulcan duo by themselves.

"I am glad you were not there, T'Androma," Spock spoke up, looking down at the smaller, daintier part Vulcan woman.

"I am glad I was not either," The woman looked at him with sad eyes. "I am sorry about Amanda."

"It is illogical to say that when you had no matter in what happened," Spock responded. She was less Vulcan than he was; only about twenty-five percent, the rest was human. Both had known each other for years, but lost contact after he went to join Starfleet. Both were meant to be bonded at a young age, but their parents had to consider more logical mates. Now that Vulcan was gone, along with her parents, his mother, and both their mates, they were partially free to go about it how they please.

One thing stopped T'Androma from considering a relationship with her former best friend, and her name was Nyota Uhura. T'Androma knew better than to interfere in their relationship. When she found out about it, she was heartbroken, or as close to you can get to being that way considering her heritage and suppressed feelings. But it still hurt, looking at him even now, even after a few years; it pained her to be around him.

They had been standing there for a few minutes, it wasn't awkward, they were comfortable with silence. But he saw the sheer pain in her eyes every time she looked at him. He knew why she was like that, because he had the same feelings when he saw her with Silvak, her bond mate.

T'Androma looked down at his hand and lightly grazed her finger tips with his, before turning away from him. "I will 'see you around' as the humans would put it." She quickly walked away from him, not leaving him a chance to respond. As soon as he was out of sight T'Androma began jogging then running to her room, which wasn't very far away, but seemed like it took an eternity to get there. Tears were threatening the woman, despite her efforts to frantically hold them back.

Quickly entering the code for her room, she stepped in and sighed. She so much wanted to touch him more than she did, but doing so would have transferred all of her emotions to him, and that was something she did not want, not yet. Not until she was gone. She bitterly cursed herself for not being more in touch with her male companion.

But, she felt something, deep feelings perhaps? No, it couldn't be. Meditation would be the best option to clear her mind and sort out the feelings. She locked the door with her code and stripped out of her cardigan, long sleeve tight fitting shirt, black skirt that hugged her form, and her tights were all discarded along with her high heels.

She went to her closet and took out a meditating robe that was white with intricate gold designs. She took her raven hair out of its binding and let it cascade down her back. She took a hair brush and silently brushed her hair, wishing that he would do it for her, like he used to. Sighing, she lit an earthy smelling incense and sat down in her small quarters and closed her eyes and completely cleared her mind.

She felt like hours had passed as she sorted her emotions. Calmly, she opened her eyes; the room was dark and quiet. It was also quite lonely, she inquired. She stood and packed her small amount of items into a bag.

She only had a few Vulcan books she got from her father and a couple more from her mother. She had a painting of the three of them on Vulcan. She sat in a chair with a stuffed bear she got from Spock as a gift; her Vulcan robes were green and pale pink and her hair was loosely braided with pink flowers woven into it, on her right in the picture was her mother adorned in beautiful Vulcan robes, that she passed onto her daughter, and her hair was up in an intricate fashion that was similar to that of Chinese royals during the eighteenth or nineteenth century of Earth history. Her father was on her left in very formal, dark robes, he didn't have an expression, none of them did, but the playfulness in their eyes was evident.

She put the painting in her bag and stored her incense in their proper box and put them into the bag as well. As she was packing she noticed a small paper slip out of a book and curiously observed it. She smiled at the picture of Spock and her, barely six for them both; they were in the garden observing flowers, their hands touching very slightly.

They had always been a bit more intimate than the rest of the children of Vulcan because of their partial human ethnicity. Both had instantly become attached to each other and would often express emotions to each other, not that it was noticeable. Despite their parent's best efforts to keep them together, they all knew it would be better in political ways to bond them to other people.

T'hy'la. The word drifted through her mind. She could hear his thoughts sometimes, though it's usually something of immense emotion, but they weren't bonded, was the things. She thought it curious and mentally reminded herself to ask if he had heard her. Looking at the clock, she figured she would get a few hours of sleep, not that she needed a lot, then get up and get ready.

She slipped out of her robe, letting it fall into a pile on the floor and crawled under her red silky replicated sheets that felt amazing against her skin, despite the coldness. After getting a few hours of sleep she awoke to a buzzing sound known as her doorbell.

Wrapping her sheets around her front and holding it there she answered her door surprised to see the Vulcan man there. Slightly embarrassed, she stepped to the side and allowed him to enter. As the door whooshed shut the two stared at each other. T'Androma walked behind the man and shed the sheet and replaced it with the meditating robe, he knew what she was doing and waited until she was dressed before turning towards her. "You are able to hear me, are you not?" Spock stated looking her over.

"On occasion, yes," She responded, picking through her closet and grabbing the science uniforms that were required to wear on the ship. "Recently, I hear you more, now that we are closer, but it's only snippets of thoughts."

She put a uniform on the bed and packed the rest in her organized bag. "I could hear yours, about Cadet Uhura." He said unemotionally and to the point.

He visibly saw her tense, but relax as quickly as the tenseness came. "I am sorry if I offended you with my thoughts, I will control them from now on."

"T'Androma," Spock stated coolly, "Uhura and I are starting to lose interest in one another; I am merely waiting for her to 'break up', as humans would say, with me."

A faint smile graced the woman's face, she stood and peeled the robe off, not caring that meticulous eyes were staring at her. She really had no shame around him. Slipping on the science uniform along with some black stocking and her high heels, she went to the bathroom. She added blue and purple dark eye shadow to her eyes and put her hair up in a similar fashion to her mothers. She adjusted her bangs slightly and let some stray hairs hand in front of her ears.

She walked out to see the man looking at the picture of them from their childhood. Standing in front of him, she lightly placed her hand on his like in the picture. "She will smell me on you." T'Androma said in a small voice, letting her hand linger on his for a bit longer before dropping it to her side and packing the rest of her things.

"You smell of me," He said simply, smelling the familiar incense. He wanted to kiss her, the Vulcan way, but knew it would be too soon for that, he was still in a relationship, and it was illogical to have those feelings for the woman in front of him. "I shall escort you to the shuttle bay."

The female Vulcan nodded. "I assumed that is why you were here in the first place, but decided to make conversation by bringing up the thoughts."

"That is correct," he responded, picking up her bag. It wasn't very heavy at all. She double checked to make sure she had everything before going to the door and opening it. Spock waited for her to fully exit before following the woman out the door.


Thank you for reading! It is my first time writing a Star Trek fanfic, and i will apologize ahead of time if any information is incorrect or if a character is a little off; however, if you could inform me, i will change it to the correct information as soon as i can. Please review, it gives me encouragement to go on with stories, and i love to hear everyone's opinions.