"Teach?" I asked Pike, smiling like a witch. "Yes. I believe it's time for me to get back to my ship and since you have taught this class on more then one occasion, I feel you can handle this." I smiled more, hugging him. "Thank you!" I said. He laughed some, hugging me back. I let go and turned, looking at the empty classroom. "Oh ho, this is gonna be fun." I said, turning back to Pike.
"Now, onto other matters." He said, I sighed some. Buzz kill. "How are you and Spock accommodating?' I shrugged some. "It's only been two weeks admiral. He is also not very fond of me, but I try my best to stick with him." I said, making him nod. "Good. I want him to learn to not use his Vulcan mind as much when aboard the enterprise." I tilted my head. "Why not? I thought it would be of great use. No emotion to compromise him and a wicked smart brain." Pike smiled. "I know he hold much emotion, and holding it back is not wise. I want him to experience being human, to use feelings for certain decisions instead of logic." I nodded some. "Well, Okay I guess. It's going to be hard though. He's quite persistent on being Vulcan. Makes me wonder why he didn't become completely Vulcan if he is so intent on being boring."
Pike smiled. "Exactly. He want to be human, but he has no clue on how to do so." I nodded again. "Well, I'm off. I'll be calling my Strategic and Engineering commanders when I set off." He said. I smiled and he left. I walked over to the desk, sitting down and looking over the book he left for me of his lesson plans. " 'Walkthrough Klinghan fighting'? Oh, time to step this shit up." I said, grabbing a pen and working on a new lesson plan.
I worked for over an hour, half-way through the lesson plan, when I heard the door open. I looked up, seeing Spock looking around. "Where is commander Pike?" He asked looking at me. "He went to his quarters for the night." He looked down at the book, then back to me. "I am to make sure you don't do anything that is unwise. Must I intervene?" I rolled my eyes. "No. He gave me his lesson plan and I am re-writing it." He raised a eyebrow. " I do believe that is against regulation." He walked forward and stood in front of the desk. "Not to the teacher." I said, smiling. "He gave you his position?" I nodded. "Yep! I start tomorrow."
He nodded again. "Well then, I must inquire to assist you in further lessons." I tilted my head. "Why?" I asked, confused as to why he would want to. "I figure if I am to learn more about humans it is better to interact and observe them, as you so said." I looked him up and down. He seemed to always stand at full, chest out and shoulders straight. He hands were behind his back with his feet together. I looked back to his face, seeing the lack of emotion. "Well, glade to see your taking this seriously I guess." I said and sat back down. "Sure, Vulcan, why not?" He bowed some and turned to leave. "Hold it!" I called out, standing up. "He stopped and turned to look at me. "I have a assignment for you." He stared down at me, waiting.
"Whilst being at Starfleet, I want you to find out what makes a human, human." He furrowed his brow. "Commander, I must say that, that is most unfair, considering humans don't even understand what makes them different." I smiled, slapping his shoulder. "Good! Your already getting somewhere."
*Some weeks later*
"Alright! That's it for today. Remember! Five page essay on how to evaluate fighting styles and how to counter each one due Monday!" I yelled out as they began to shuttle out. As they left I sat down at the desk, putting my feet up and leaning back. "Permission to speak freely?" Spock asked as he sat down in chair next to me. "Nope." I said, smiling. Once I noticed he didn't say anything I rolled my eyes and looked over at him. "Dude, it was a joke." He looked at me and I sighed. "Come on Spock. You've been around enough to know what a joke is by now." he nodded once. "A contradiction or 'amusing' thing someone says or does to another for joy and/or personal gain." He said and I shook my head. "Your like a walking dictionary I swear." I said, laughing some.
"Comman-" I threw a pen at his head, making him stop and look at me. "When addressing and talking to friends, you do not use sir names or ranks to talk." I said. He looked down some, then nodded and looked back to me. "Alex…" he said, as if testing it out. I raised my eyebrows, waiting. "You once asked if I had friends. Being around you so long now has me questioning the same thing." I winced some, looking ahead. "Why do you asked Spock?" I said, clenching my jaw.
"I have not seen you with any others when off duty. Plus when people look at you, I notice," he stopped, making me look at him. He was looking down, but then he looked back to me. "I've noticed they look at you with the same look they give me. Why is that?" I smiled, seeing the hurt and questioning in his eyes. I took my feet off the desk and turned my chair to him. "I do not have friends, such as yourself. In fact, me and you have more in common then meets the eye." He tilted his head at that one, giving me the look he gets whenever he is learning something new.
"I'm an orphan from Vulcan." His eyes changed at that. "Since I'm full human, you know I was not allowed to be schooled there." He nodded, a sad look on his face. I guessed it was because of all the torment he got for being half-human. "Well, this women found me and taught me during the days. She taught me how to read and write, and about math and science." I smiled, remembering the women who acted as a mother to me.
"Once old enough, I was able to get away from that god forsaken planet, coming here to Starfleet. With my knowledge, they took me in without even caring I was a Vulcan resident. I skipped 2 years and started as a third year. No one accepted me here either." I looked away some. "I'm hated because of how talented I am. Sometime during my 5th year, my background was leaked and now I'm hated for a all new reason." I looked back to him with a smile, confusing him.
"Why are you always so happy then? From what I have experienced, I can say that the emotions one should be feeling is anger and sadness." He said, his eyes showing such feelings. "If you dwell on such things, you will live a most uneventful life. Besides, why should I be sad when I have a new Vulcan friend?" I said, smiling. He glanced me up and down, a stoic face on. "You consider me a friend?" He asked. I shook my head, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms.
"Test. What do people act on?" he looked away, then back to me. "Emotion." I nodded. "Good. Now, why is emotion better in some cases then logic?" He furred his brows for that one, looking down. "Their not. Emotion compromises one's self, leaving you to make bad judgment calls." he said. I punched him in the head, making him snapped his head up and glare at me. "You angry?" I asked. He held his head and I tilted mine. "More confused then angry." He said. "What do you want to do now?" I asked. "I feel the compulsion to hit back." I smiled. "Good." He just stared at me.
"Emotions are logical in themselves. Yes, then can comprise someone, but they help us with different kinds of situations." He nodded some. "In other words, yes, I consider you my friend."