Star Struck:
Chapter 1: In love with Destiny.
"My name is Alyssa James," I told the large room filled with the seven others, "I was created by Ambassador Spock on Star Date 4578." I paused and took a deep breath. "I want to spend my first week here, in this time, with him. I want to gather information about this time, adapt to this time, and to spend time with the Ambassador." I looked around the oval room at the seven tall seats, "And then I wish to join Star Fleet U.S.S Enterprise, I have all the qualifications. I brought all my past transcripts with me on my trip here."
Spock's father was the only person here I recognized, Spock always carried a compact photo of his father with him. He finally responded, after the long ten minute pause they had all collaborated during, "This is an odd occurrence we have all experienced lately. So many of you coming from your time to Star Date 3269 have been… fortuitous." He looked around the room, "If these are your wishes, then this is what you shall receive."
I stood there, mouth agape, stunned at the decision. I had assumed that this decision would take years, centuries even. I would have never dreamed of it happening so soon. I let out the breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding in.
"Thank you." I responded breathlessly.
"You are very welcome Miss. James." One of the other bald always angry looking men said, "Your pod ship is waiting for you to depart. Your luggage and other valuables are also aboard the pod."
It was simply amazing that I would soon be seeing the Vulcan that had given me a reason to dream.
The solid iron walls covered in green and red lights surrounded me, blinking ferociously, trying to put me in a trance. Stuck in a five person pod with only the driver and myself, it was going to be a very dull ride at warp speed.
I have this funky condition that in complete silence with nothing running through my mind I, frankly, fall straight to sleep. So here I was falling into a dead sleep in a pod surrounded by dead air. The only great thing that would come of this quietude would be my return to Spock and his new home on the Vulcania, their new planet.
"At least it isn't a dwarf planet like Pluto." I said before completely falling into dormancy.
I awoke to a room secreted by clothes of maroons, gold's, and violets. It was my own private hiding spot. I sat up in a king sized canopy bed. I stretched out my arms to realize I was no longer wearing my blue dress. Instead I was now in my pink nightgown that was supposed to be in my bag.
"At least I look cute," I said to myself. I then stood to look in the mirror that was placed in the corner of the wall by the window.
"Oh my Gosh, there is a balcony," I gasped.
"Yes there is, Alyssa."
I looked at the door that was now open, letting in a very serious voice. My hero.
"Ambassador!!" I yelled giddy with joy. I ran towards him for a hug. He picked me up and twirled me around in the air. I had missed these hugs. He started to laugh, a nice hearty laugh which rarely occurred with others. He didn't like to show emotions; he was half-Vulcan after all.
"So you missed me?" I said, smiling as he put me down and I sat next to my old friend.
"When I was told by the ancients that you were coming I was, what's the word… intrigued," he told me as he looked around the room. "Do you like your accommodations? You can be moved if…"
I interrupted him before he could continue to ramble, he tended to do that whenever he was worried, nervous, or overly happy; at least of late he had. "I am just happy to be here, Spock."
He simply smiled, or what was considered a smile from a Vulcan, before he sat down on the chair near the dresser.
"I am happy to have you here," his whispered words followed me into the changing room. When I entered again he had moved. He was now standing on the other side of the room talking to someone on the telecommunications screen.
"Spock," I called to my best friend. He suddenly froze going stiff. The last time he was like that was the day after I was released because he hadn't known how to tell me that James T. Kirk had died the day before. "Spock?" I repeated, more cautiously and a tad more nervous than before. The screen went black as he heard my footsteps getting closer to him. I lifted an eyebrow when he turned around to face me.
"Sit down Alyssa," he gestured toward the lounge chair cautiously. "I need you to tell me why you are here. We don't have much time before you change the course of time completely." Spock stood there, looking at me sternly, like the father and friend he had always been to me.
"Who called, Spock?" I demanded, more angry than nervous.
"That is not important," he said looking away. "Please, just tell me Ally."
"You created me," I stated, starting to tell him why. "You created me not for you but specifically for James. You created me for him, in a world with no James. No James and I no longer had my best friend or my father." I stood there in front of him, needing him to understand. "You raised me, you created me, and then, then, you abandoned me. Abandoned me with no one to talk to, no one to care about me, no one to care for," I paused my eyes watering, "no one to love."
He sighed, reaching his arms around me for a hug.
"Shall we create a new destiny and a new world with you," he told me as the door opened.
"Ambassador?"
I looked over the side of Spock to look at the intruder to see none other than… Spock!
"Spock?" I screeched questioningly stepping around the Ambassador.
"Hello, Miss. It is nice to meet you," he told me reaching out his hand.
"Silly," I reached out grabbing his hand so I could pull him into a hug. "We have never shook hands, we always hug." I smiled up the younger Spock.
The Ambassador started to laugh at the curious look coming from his younger self.
"Ally, child, he doesn't know about you yet" he said between deep sudden laughs. I pouted and acted like the child I was raised to be.
"Fine," I sighed. Spock, the younger, coughed to get our attention, interrupting my sulking.
"Would you like to introduce yourself, m'am," he spoke clearly and carefully asking a simple question of me.
I looked surprised; I had never had to introduce myself to Spock before. "Well," I said smiling at the Vulcan that would soon be my best friend. "My name is Alyssa James; I was born on Star Date 4872. And you, Sir Spock, are my best friend."
"Spock? You cheating on me," A deep voice called from the doorway of my room. A voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stick up, and shivers run down my spine. I froze looking over towards the Ambassador noticing his frozen state as well.
"Captain," Spock finally spook conferring my fears and encouraging the butterflies in my belly. "You are still my friend." Spock finished his sentence turning to look at the intruder that was walking closer towards my back.
"Captain James Tiberius Kirk,"
"Jim," The Ambassador and I spoke in unison.
"That would be I," he smirked walking over to our cluster of people. I looked at the Ambassador, who looked worried, before I turned around to finally face him. When I slowly turned around I heard a gasp and saw a raised eyebrow from the younger Spock. It took me a moment to realize that the gasp had not only come from me but from the soft kissable lips and sky blue eyes of the blonde god before me.
"Who might this lovely lady be that you both are holding hostage from the rest of the universe?" James asked almost breathlessly, his devilishly handsome blue eyes sparkling. I smiled slowly unable to help myself because he was my future, my destiny, my reason of existence. He was mine.
"The name is Alyssa James," I took his hand, sparks visibly flying through the air. "And don't you forget it."
James-
My eyes widened when our hands touched. "And don't you forget it," her voice was sweet with a hint of knowledge. As if she knew of some mysterious secret that no one else knew about but her.
It made my blood boil. The knowledge she had I wanted, craved, needed.
"Oh, I won't," I smirked. But most importantly knowledge I would get.
As she let go of my hand I felt an emptiness, the heat from her now gone; the heat from us no longer within my grasp. I almost felt lonely, but I was never lonely, there were always girls.
But this girl, she just… fit. There was a different air about her.
She wrapped her arms around the Ambassadors, her slender figure turning away from me. She was breath taking. Her pert little nose stuck up a tad higher than most. As if she was a royalty that no one understood.
She was the mystery, the knowledge, the answer to a question I did not know of yet. But luckily, I don't believe she does either.
"Ta ta for now Captain," she spoke to me from her strawberry mouth. I watched as her hips moved from side to side, gliding further and further away from me.
She was one puzzle I had to solve. She most definitely had caught my eye.
Maybe it was her sky blue eyes that tinted a green gemstone; those eyes that glanced at me one last time before leaving the room completely. It could be her perfectly proportioned assets, her shapely breasts that went hand in hand with her nice round ass. Both which seemed too big for her waist but perfect for me.
It wasn't like she was stick thin, but she wasn't elephant large either. She was a good size, right in the middle. There was meat on her bones and easy access for closeness. She was shorter than I, by about 4 – 5 inches. I am assuming a height of around 5'4". A cute size.
What must have shown through the most was the spirit in her dazzling smile. A smile that would be forever burned in my memory.
"Dammit," I said aloud, unable to contain my frustration. This woman was never going to let me look at another the same again. It was irritating how such simple words described such a not so simple woman.
"Having trouble, Captain?" Spock's voice came from my side, jerking me back to reality.
I couldn't help cussing again as I walked out of her room, "Dammit."