Wow! Four reviews my first night, in only seven hours to be precise! Man do you all now how to make a fan girl feel wanted!! I'm glad to present to you Chapter 2 of Enlightening Circumstances!

PS. I'm sorry I didn't write Scotty's accent in. I'm no good at the accent thing.

Spock had to admit, feelings or not, he was enjoying his return to the academy. Call it what you will, nostalgia, maybe, but something made him know that this was where he belonged. As he exited the shuttle alone (the Captain had refused to return with him), he straightened his uniform and briefly recalled his memory as to the quickest route to Simulation Training Lab 1, no use in wasting time before he attended to the task at hand.

"Security, Stop her!" Echoed throughout the mildly crowded shuttle bay, and soon after

"Go, Elisha, go!" Came from a young male voice, which logically belonged to a cadet that was nearby.

From amidst the crowd, Spock became aware of a young dark-haired girl running quickly in his direction. He quickly made to step aside in order to protect himself from harm, until he noticed that the girl had changed her stance with her arms into the air. She was going to do a somersault, and calculating the speed at which she was moving with the distance she had yet you cover and her height she would be completely upside down when she was--

Spock lurched toward her and grabbed her right ankle midair and held her in a handstand-like position solemnly. "Hey, what the hell, ass!?" she squawked at her sudden stop in movement. He had expected to hold her there easily until security arrived momentarily, but she, apparently, had other plans. She twisted her body quickly using her arms and pulled her ankle unceremoniously free from the Vulcan's strong grip. Spock was momentarily stunned. His Vulcan strength should have easily overpowered the petite cadet. He spun quickly and ran after her, easily sweeping her legs from underneath her and letting her fall quickly to the cement floor.

It was illogical for him to pursue her so, however some physical exertion was vital to ones mental well-being, releasing endorphins that keep one from hostile feelings.

"Commander Spock!" came an enthusiastic gasp from someone. The girl got up, glared at him with an angry huff, and went for another flip, moving faster than Spock had expected, and made for the shuttle he had just come off of. She ran inside and he followed.

"It is illogical that you've come in here, you now have nowhere to go." Spock analyzed, panting slightly.

"What the fuck do you even want? I don't even know you!" Came the biting reply.

"Commander Spock! Thank you, we can take Cadet Hake from here." Confirmed two burly, panting Cadets.

"And this is precisely why it was logical for me to detain you. You were being pursued and a request was given for you to be stopped so it is logical that stopping you was of utmost importance."

"Don't lecture me." She barked back, coming into the Vulcan's view. He sleek black hair was long and hung in pigtails behind either of her ears… her pointed ears.

"You are a Vulcan?"

"What's it to you?"

"Pardon me, Cadet, but you do not seem to possess any Vulcan culture traits." Spock asked, raising an eyebrow as he approached her closer.

"Screw you."

"I'll ask you to refrain from such foul language. It's unbefitting for a young cadet such as yourself."

"Fuck if I care." She swung at him, which Spock narrowly avoided. She ended up planting one on the nose of one of the security guards that had remained behind the Commander. Spock merely turned and grabbed the cook of her neck plainly, watching the Cadet drop to the floor. It was a conclusion he'd usually rather not come to, but once people started getting hurt by the young female he felt that it was a valid solution. He picked up the girl and easily hung her over his shoulder, proceeding out of the shuttle, security guards in tow.

"Commander, we appreciate your assistance." An instructor, Commander James, if Spock wasn't mistaken, confessed.

"May I ask why the Cadet was being pursued?"

"She's supposed to be confined to quarters, but seems to disagree with our discipline procedures. This isn't a new occurrence, that's for sure."

"This happens often?"

"Well, she's usually in trouble for insubordination, so, yes, yes it does."

"Interesting…" Spock assessed, and after a moment, "If you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to.."

"Of course, Commander, it was a pleasure to see you again." The Vulcan continued on his way to the Simulation Lab.

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"The new simulation you created for us seems to constantly have the same ship as the victor." Spock was informed as he sat at the desk reviewing the programming he had created.

"The anomaly exists here." Spock pointed to the screen, "Someone has programmed the victorious ship to have a higher level of strength. A larger amount of damage can be endured before it's defeat. I will simply remove the problematic programming." He confirmed, "As I result I will raise the security on the program to prevent this situation's reoccurrence. Though I must recall that the last time the security I put on a program was broken was when Captain Kirk was a Cadet." Spock remembered his first impression of the blonde. The young man was rebellious and arrogant, cocky, even. Spock would never have imagined that he would willingly serve under Kirk as his First Officer one day. He was glad he had made that choice though. His older self had been right, they needed each other, and Spock was sure that his was true; he needed James Tiberius Kirk.

"The rest of the program looks sound. If any other problems should arise please contact me."

"Thank you, Commander."

"If you will excuse me there is a cadet that I wish to conference with." Spock admitted, standing with his usual perfect posture. "Computer could you please inform me of Cadet Elisha Hake's location and state?"

"Cadet Hake is in her quarters, room 236, the Cadet is currently in a meditative state."

"Fascinating." Perhaps she behaved more as a Vulcan than Spock had previously assessed. Meditation was most definitely a more common practice in Vulcan culture than it was in human culture, and it seemed logical to assume this meditation was because--

"If I may, Commander, why do you have an interest in Elisha Hake? I mean, she's obnoxious, insubordinate, misbehaving, tr--"

"I am well aware of her disposition." Spock confirmed, leaving the room.

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Elisha didn't hear the rhythmic knock on her door as she focused completely on the music she had playing. Her parents had said the academy was the discipline she needed, said that she would feel like she was on the same academic level as the other, but they were wrong. Her intelligence was pointlessly being wasted here. She slowly leaned forward and flipped herself upside down for the second time that day, her hair, now released from its ties, hung down and rested on the floor as she moved her legs into a full split. The music lowered. "You have a visitor." came the computerized voice.

"Let them in." Elisha growled, knowing full well that it could have been Commander James. She quickly did a backbend walkover (1) toward the door and turned to face her intruder. As the door opened she stretched her hands over her head and took a deep breath, eyes closed.

"Fascinating." Spock said, hands clasped behind his back, "You use physical exertion as a form of meditation."

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, turning away, her tone wasn't as biting as it had been before. Practicing her gymnastics set her mood to a much more somber tone, though she still sounded slightly exasperated at the interruption.

"A logical syncretism, as physical exertion is a valid way of balancing chemicals in the brain that make one prone to negative outbursts."

"Don't try to fool me with your big words, Who are you?"

"Cadet, I did not think that they would. You are Vulcan and no doubt possess an inherent desire for knowledge coupled with a high intelligence that is common amongst all Vulcans."

"What is your obsession with me being Vulcan?!" the Cadet demanded as she tied her hair into a ponytail quickly and put on a t-shirt over her blue leotard and shorts.

"Are both of your parents Vulcan?"

"Why should I tell you? If Commander James sent you to tell me off I'm not listening"

"You've not yet attempted to try to make me leave yet you seem infuriated by my presence."

"Well I can't exactly make you leave."

"A logical assumption, though it is incorrect to assume my reasons for being here. Please understand my intentions are not to reprimand you."

"Who are you?"

"I am Commander Spock, First Officer of the USS Enterprise under Captain James Kirk."

"You're an officer on the Enterprise?" She spun to face him in awe, her expression softened. This seemed to be a pleasing response to her question

"That is what I have told you. You specified that your birth parents are Vulcan. Were you raised on Vulcan?"

"Hell no. Never been off earth." And then Spock understood. In order for the female to comply to his questioning, he must first submit and answer her questions. "Why would the first officer of the Enterprise need to talk to me?"

"I take a logical interest in your heritage. You are prone to emotional outbursts, a trait that is distinctly refused by Vulcans, yet you have the appearance and admit to having at least a partial Vulcan biology. These facts seem to contradict themselves. May I ask of your cultural lineage?"

"My Vulcan parents are only my parents by blood. They abandoned me. They have no emotion and could not love me. My human parents adopted me as such. I have no doubt that you, Mr. Spock disagree with my statement seeing as you are Vulcan and no doubt were raised by Vulcans."

"On the contrary, my mother was a human, though you are correct in assuming I disagree with your analysis of your parents not being able to love you. How old are you?"

"Eighteen. It's unusual that your father married and got a human pregnant."

"True, this was not logical, my father admitted, although reluctantly, that he felt love for my mother. You are quite young for a cadet."

"I'm far more intellectual than my peers and applied to Starfleet when I got bored at my other school," she admitted, seating herself on her bed. "Please take a seat." Spock obliged and seated himself in a chair that she pulled away form her desk. The girl seemed to be easing to his presence. "Did you feel the same before you attended Starfleet?"

"I will admit that I did not, though your choice of the word feel is somewhat poor diction. I did not think I was more intelligent than my peers, however, I was raised on Vulcan with other Vulcan students and this we all had the access and opportunity to obtain the same level of intelligence. Do you still 'feel' as if you are not on the same mental level of your peers now that you are at the academy?"

"Yes. I think it was mistake for me to attend here. My parents said it would give me the discipline I needed, they said I'd be on the same level, but I still feel like everything is holding me back," she stared at her lap. "Do you have a specific field of study, Commander?"

"I do indeed. Science, but anyone familiar with Vulcan intelligence could no doubt understand why. I was accepted to the Vulcan Science Academy but thought it logical to join Starfleet instead. May I ask the same of you?"

"Terran and Xenoanthropology." the teen confirmed, "Did you feel misplaced when you were a cadet?"

"I did not. I embraced the opportunity to learn from a different culture. I logically can assume that you understand the desire for being in a different culture. I find it interesting that you have chosen to make your focus Xenoanthropology because of your cultural lineage. You no doubt have studied Vulcan culture intimately."

"I did. And yes, I know how to be a Vulcan as you imply, but… only technically. I was raised with emotion, and I know I possess the ability to conquer my emotions, but as hard as I try I can't…"

"You seem to be in somewhat of a dismay at this."

"I would rather be a Vulcan."

"Fascinating. You do not--" There was a chirp and Spock pulled out his communicator, "Commander Spock here."

"Spock!" Came the Captain's voice over the Officer's communicator

"Captain?" he replied quickly, sensing the urgency in Jim's voice.

"Uhura's having contractions, she's on her way to the station, get here now!" Spock stood, the chair sliding behind him,

"I must go, I apologize." he said, turning and evacuating the room.

(1) a backbend walkover is pretty much bending backward into a bridge then flipping your legs over your head. I can't do one, but it's a pretty basic skill for gymnasts.

Please Note that Elisha Hake is not going to exist as a Mary Sue. She's not dating anyone, but she is going to act as a catalyst for later events in the story.