Summary: Spock gets more than he bargained for when he hires a new assistant; Nothing will be the same.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. If I did, my arms would be welded around Leonard Nimoy's stomach in a bear-hug.
Authors Notes: This is going to center around the life of his assistant but I might put in a bit of Spock's POV if the mood hits me. Okay, Writing time!
Prologue:
Allison Isabella Monroe sits in her living/computer room refreshing her Email page every 5 seconds. If you asked, she would tell you that she was patiently waiting for a very important Email. But that would be a lie.
Bella (She went by the shortened part of her second name.) sat there chewing on her pointer finger-nail anxiously. All of the nails on her left hand were grotesque; Bloody and stubby. She had contracted this nervous habit about a month ago, actually. It was the most hell-ish form of torment having to sit there and not know whether you'd passed Starfleet academy or not. So if you walked into her apartment, you would find her refreshing the Emails page and sighing or moaning when there was nothing new.
As she mashed the refresh button on her old keyboard, ancient, in fact, a new Email popped up. She clicked on and read aloud what it said.
"Allison I. Romaine,
You have passed Starfleet academy as Valid-Victorian and you will be serving aboard the USS Enterprise as assistant to First Officer Spock. You are to arrive at Starfleet headquarters at 4:00AM if you wish to meet the senior staff. The shuttle will be leaving at approximately 6:00AM. If you do not arrive in time you will be left behind and assigned a new mission at a later date."
She gasped in excitement. The Enterprise, Wow. But then a thought entered her head. Mr. Spock was a Vulcan. What if… Never mind. He'll never know. She ran into her room and set her alarm clock for 3:00AM falling asleep like a kid on Christmas Eve.