Write Our Story: Chapter Three: Have Their Path's Cross
"I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Angel's eyes traveled up to meet the deep brown eyes of a certain first officer.
"There is no reason to apologies, the fault was mine." Spock replied.
I have a way with seeing right through people. This was not something I just told anyone…it just wasn't something good to bring up in a conversation. How often was it that your entire life story could be read by one glance?
All your secrets, your deepest desires, your hidden emotions could be completely picked apart by someone. Well I sure was fun at surprise parties wasn't I?
The point in this, I could tell by Spock's tensed posture, more tensed than normally, that he was upset. Now, I didn't believe in the path of logic, well that was a lie. I did, however I knew a Vulcan could feel just as a human could feel, just as a Romulan could feel, just as Klingon could feel, and so on.
It applied to all beings, even if no one wanted to admit it, we all had the same exact basic emotions. Happiness, Sadness, and fear; everyone was capable of feeling, even Spock. I would never tell Spock this, both the fact that he seemed nervous and the fact that he could feel. I wasn't about to embarrass him in any way.
Who knew what kind of endless torture he had endured because of his half human side? Well, I knew a little bit, I was there after all, when Spock had been burned by the intensity of pressure and had completely melted with the slightest push from Kirk.
With my thoughts swiftly turning from the current predicament I was in now, I suddenly realized Spock was still there, and was staring at me as if he was waiting for my response.
Now ever since I was a child, I didn't like it when people stared at me, if there was one thing I lacked, it was self-confidence so staring belittled me, I didn't like feeling like that at all.
"I couldn't sleep either." I decided to start a conversation, the gap of silence was unbearable and it seemed Spock wasn't in a rush to start the conversation.
Spock blinked almost like he was processing what I had said, or at least trying to remember.
"Yes…it seems we both had the idea that walking would… in human terms "Steady the nerves'." He finally said.
"Well of course, it only seemed logical Spock." I stated. Logic was one thing Spock clung too.
There it was…the all famous eye-brow raised, God if this was a television show I could picture every family member in the living room crowded around the television set breaking out in a loud roar of laughter. But this wasn't a television show, this was real life and I was quietly awaiting Spock's response.
"Would you happen to be mocking me, Miss Grey?" He asked with genuine curiosity flickered in his deep brown eyes.
I would be lying if I said he didn't have beautiful eyes, yes I could understand why a few girls, here and there had been attracted to Spock. He was handsome; there was no lie about that.
Even so, relationships and Spock were two words that were never put in a sentence together. As for the woman attracted to Spock, I knew two personally, Nyota and Christine but that was short lived.
Nyota's attraction in all honesty was purely sexual; I wouldn't act like you've never done that yourself… Nyota only wanted a taste of the first officer, anything more would be interesting, but it wasn't that she was directly interested in.
Even so it never happened; Nyota never pursued him even though I got very vivid descriptions of many wet dreams with Spock in them from Nyota. I had enough of an idea of what kind of 'Sexy beast' Spock was beneath his clothing to last an entire life time.
I decided it was high time I answer Spock back,
"No sir, Mr. Spock not in any way." It was the truth; the words just came out of my mouth in all honesty.
I don't like to toy with people, I find that incredibly cruel, I don't play hard-to-get, I don't play games point blank period. I remember playing far too many games with Andrew, nothing sexual though.
I'm a virgin, I'm not quick to bring it into a conversation but even so I'm happy my virginity didn't go to Andrew. I still do remember the games we did play though, an endless array of misery and joy.
His lips were on my ear and he held me down onto the couch with half force, it excited me like a giddy school girl. I liked it when he kissed me, we kissed and nothing more, but fierce kisses were nice, very, very nice.
"Oh Little Angel." He cooed softly onto my ear.
I caught his lips in mine and I ate at him hungrily, he returned the favor and gripped my waist tighter. He was an Alpha dog, he flexed his muscles whenever he could and sometimes it drove me crazy.
Well most of the time it drove me crazy, but I couldn't really remember why I was mad. I just wanted to focus on his lips, his delectable savory lips. My tongue ran over his lips and as he parted his lips my mouth was attacked by his sweet tongue, a soft little sigh broke through the kiss and I caught a faint smirk before he kissed me again.
Oh it felt so right, he pressed my back against the wall as my fingertips knotted into his shaggy deep brown hair. He softly stroked my waist and his tongue danced with mine. Outside it thundered, the thunder sounded angry, it made me think of the fact that we had been angry before, and it seemed he was thinking the same.
He pushed away from me and looked into my eyes. A slight snarl settled onto his lips and he put me down and looked away. I returned his snarl with a soft growl, my eyes turned hard and I swear I could feel my blood burn deep in my veins.
"You can drop the act, acting mean and playing hard to get isn't sexy, so just fucking drop it." The word fuck had become very easy for me to say ever sense the age of twelve
You know there were many times when I wanted to scream, and scream and scream. My mother had told me this many times over the course of her life. Sometimes about me, and other times about my father; so was it normal to think in this way? No, it wasn't and yet at times I thought screaming would be the best.
Now who would I be screaming at, my husband, or perhaps myself screaming into a mirror. I could do either, I chose screaming at my husband, who in my opinion loved to pick fights. Was it that daring 'Bad-boy' attitude that had drawn me to him before?
Was he always this arrogant? Did he always pick fights with people like this? He was a hot-head…but never in this way; I guess love really is blind. The irony stung, because I was living in this nightmare, and I was currently deprived of my every sense, it seemed I only had my voice, as I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, nor smell. All I could do was scream, and scream, and scream.
Are you happy mom?
(Spock's P.O.V.)
Spock was not happy with his current standing. He was before Miss Grey as he had been returning to his room after a walk to clear his troubled thoughts. This walk however had been rather interesting as he had had found a response to his letter. His letter was presently gripped in his tightly fisted-hand. In his defense he crumpled the paper so as not to seem suspicious. "The walls have eyes" He recalled his mother explaining to him at one point in his life.
This was yet another one of the human's 'Sayings,' to describe it was rather simple, there was always someone to see the somewhat suspicious activity of another. Spock never believed he was going to be on the opposite end of the saying. Could she notice his movements? Did she see he was tense?
Spock was not perfect. He could not read emotions as well as Angel could. He was not quite sure why this was expected of him. Why would a person who did not feel do so well with reading how another person felt?
Emotions were not a two-dimensional topic. He had an understanding, but he found himself questioning if it was right since his mother died.
"I believe I will return to my quarters now, good night Mrs. Grey." Spock looked into her eyes.
Eye-contact was key; if she could tell he was nervous by his glances at the floor, he would need to stare her head on. Her blue-grey eyes cut a space in his heart and burned his brain. They were fierce, so, so very fierce. Her kind voice was soft almost like a cat's purr.
"Good night Mr. Spock." With that she was gone, she walked with her head up making sure not to brush against him; she knew he didn't like to be touched.
Spock had escaped. He had fooled the mentalist. Or had he? Did she notice anything, if she did, she did not vocalize it. There was not a chance of sleep now; he had her response in possession he wanted to tear it open, now; though his walking pace was steady just as it always was
Once he locked the door to his quarters his voice was not as steady as his walk had been.
"Computer…lights seventy percent." The lights changed at his command.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he feared someone would knock, see the lights and enter and there they would see him with the letter from Miss Grey and just what would they say?
He believed the Captain would be rather amused. He pictured a rather smug grin in the eyes of the Captain. The doctor would be disgusted, and judging by how he treated Miss Grey a threat was sure to follow. Mr. Sulu, Mr. Chekov, and Mr. Scott would all be rather interested on the nature of the letter and would question the topic of a relationship.
A relationship
Spock allowed the words to sink in with closed eyes. A relationship with his work associate, especially Miss Grey was not something he should consider. He did not know where her attraction lied. Perhaps it was too the doctor, he was emotional, and he possessed something that was called 'Southern Charm,' which Spock was not familiar with.
There were moments when Spock fathomed his feelings towards that of Miss Grey. What was his intent? Was it his Vulcan side that found her appealing, or was it his Human side? What was this feeling? It could be described as a craving… a craving for a woman.
Spock turned his eyes back to the letter, he read it over, and over, and over, and over and savored every word; he analyzed every word and took in the soft scent of Vanilla each time he read.
Did he really understand every word though? Would you love her at her worst? Her worst, did she have a worst? If so, Spock could not see it… she was kind, intelligent, and she was certainly attractive.
First initial feelings, Spock cringed inwardly at the usage of the word. Then another one of the problems he saw with this letter was erased from his thoughts. She did not know it was his letter. Miss Grey was an intelligent female, she would be careful with the usage of her words around him.
First initial feelings were the start of an attraction to another. Spock did not have an attraction that much was strong in his mind; he just had a simple issue, a slight one that could be fixed. She mistook what he had said for an attraction, however she was completely incorrect.
Yes there was a slight craving for Miss Grey. Though his heart was in a silver cage, one that would not be opened it was not the Vulcan way to fall in love, everything, even attraction was based on logic. There was no logic in an attraction to Miss Grey.
Though, somehow in his mind there was logic in writing a response to the letter.
(Angel's P.O.V.)
A conversation with Mr. Spock was very uncommon furthermore; a conversation not on the topic of work was very very uncommon. Something else that was uncommon was to see Mr. Spock tense. He seemed also nervous as we spoke, my curiosity was bubbling up in my stomach, I wanted to know just why Spock was nervous, and just why he was so nervous that it caused him to lose sleep and wander around the ship. She thought about the last words he said and how he had looked her directly in the eyes, and she had looked him directly in the eyes.
Deep brown and calculating, like dark chocolate. There was something else ironic, I hated dark chocolate and yet that's what his eyes reminded me of. I needed to stop…and think, why was my mind playing games with me? Why would I think about Spock's eyes?
I seemed to be very drawn to fatal attractions. If mine and Andrew's love was nothing but a tragedy in our marriage I still found him my remedy. I had learned to pull away from any feelings of Andrew. I could do the same with Spock, because they weren't deep feelings, there weren't even feelings at all.
I thought of Christine's attraction to Spock, she had been in love with him at some point, he hadn't noticed and she had realized she was treading in dangerous water. Actually she was swimming into a storm; loving Spock was like drinking poison. It seemed though; Spock was wonderful with taking girl's hearts and locking them in a little box.
In some ways, he was worse than Kirk. At least Kirk knew that he was a womanizer, in fact he flaunted it whenever he could. Yes, Mr. Spock was a lady-killer, and I was not about to go into the maze of Spock's heart.
But none of this really mattered did it? Because I was not attracted to Mr. Spock and Mr. Spock was not attracted to me. And Spock was not about to start liking me any time soon, I trusted the Vulcan hide of Spock was far too thick to get through.
My mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts; I realized something at this point. I was not about to get to sleep any time soon.
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Author's Note: As you can see, I literally have nothing to do but write, so here's the next chapter, Angel and Spock having a nice awkward conversation.
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