Chapter Three! Can you believe I wrote all three chapters in three days? It's amazing. I do believe this is the best I've ever done. Now all I have to do is keep it up. Review please, as always. I plan on updating once a week; we'll see how that goes.

Recap

"So Mae," Kirk said with a suggestive smile, "You gonna do my exam?" Amae looked at him will a small grin.

"I'm afraid that would be a conflict of interests," she said coyly, "I've known you personally for so long that I may overlook key facts that may be vital for your future health." Kirk frowned and looked at Bones.

"Don't look at me, I don't want to be doing your exam either, I get enough of you already," he muttered. Amae smiled at Kirk's face.

"Commander, if you'll come with me into this room I'd like to run some tests," Amae said and Spock stood to follow her.

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Amae led Spock into the next room. She flipped on the lights and began to power up the machines. Amae flipped through Commander Spock's file and turned to him with a smile.

"Alright Commander, today we're just going to run some standard tests to make sure you're fit for duty," she said.

Amae motioned to a treadmill and Spock stepped up. She scribbled into her PADD as Spock ran. Heart-Rate: high but that was normal for Vulcans. Breathing: good. She weighed Spock, measured him, checked his vaccination sheet and updated any shots he was missing. He was extremely healthy overall.

"So Spock, any shortness of breath? Headaches? Nausea?" Amae asked as she ran through the list of standard questions.

"No to all, doctor," Spock answered and Amae nodded. Spock took the time to look closely at the woman. She seemed to be a completely average human. She was aesthetically pleasing, Spock knew that much. But there was something about her that seemed…. Not 'off' per say, but unusual, little things, like the fact that her skin was tan but had a translucent sheen about it. It seemed to almost glow. Her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were longer than seemed normal.

"Have you had any fainting spells?" she asked. No. "Any persistent injuries?" she asked. No again. Spock found himself unable to produce a logical reason for her differences. They weren't great enough that Spock would go so far as to say Amae wasn't human. But they weren't small enough that he could simply ignore them. "Alright, I'm just going to take a blood sample to run," she said, "can I have your arm?"

"Of Course doctor," Spock said and offered the girl his arm. She drew the blood with quick ease. As Spock watched her something kept coming up in the back of his mind, 'different… different' it whispered over and over again. But Spock shook it away, he was being foolish. There was nothing wrong with Dr. Amae, he was being illogical.

"Commander, I do not know if you have been informed, but due to the uniqueness of your genetic makeup I've been assigned as your personal doctor," Amae told him. Spock peered at her with those vacant eyes.

"May I inquire as to why you specifically were chosen?" Spock asked.

"I specialize in xenosciences. I've been researching and familiarizing myself particularly in Vulcan biology," she said.

"Were you placed on this ship specifically for my benefit?" Spock asked. He had to admit he was surprised. He had not expected so much thought to go into his care. It was true he was the only half-Vulcan and because of that little was known about his biology, how he was different and similar to Vulcans. But he had no idea the federation would ask someone to study Vulcan and human biology especially for him.

"I volunteered for this ship because of my close terms with captain Kirk. If you aren't aware I've known him since he was a baby. The Federation asked if I would be your doctor due to the fact that my knowledge on alien species is much larger than that of Dr. McCoy," she told him, "There all done. You're free to go. Remember Commander, I'm here for your benefit. If you experience anything out of the ordinary or have any problems what so ever, physical or emotional you are welcome to come see me, anytime. My door is always open."

"I'll be sure to visit you if anything should arise," Spock said with a nod and left. Amae sighed a sat down on the edge of the bed. She lightly traced a glyph on her wrist. Commander Spock was an interesting man. Vulcans kept their emotions inside, bound them. Humans let them run free and lived by them. Spock was caught on the edge, constantly being pulled by his opposing blood. Amae could only imagine how hard it was to be a part of two different worlds, to have two different paths to choose from. Or maybe she could, maybe she knew all too well what that felt like.

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Amae sat in her room; she held a book on her hands and was flicking through the pages. Her foot tapped softly to the music playing through her speakers. She had always had an infatuation with music; it was one of the few things almost every culture and species had in common. Most people could be attributed with only one or two types of music, Amae loved them all.

She paused the music as a soft beeping erupted. Opening her PADD she saw Commander Spock's test results. She smiled softly as she read them. Nothing out of the ordinary, Commander Spock was quite healthy. She'd have to tell him that his results came back and everything was all right. She glanced over at the clock on her wall. About an hour until the bridge got off for lunch, Amae was a bit hungry. She stood and placed her book down.

She had an hour to burn, what to do… Amae drummed her fingers on her chin and looked around her room. She noticed a book lying in the corner; she picked it up and flipped to the first page. It was written in a language completely unidentified. She had spent almost her entire life trying to decipher the pages and yet she only had less than half done. The original writing was in a purplish color, Amae had written in the margins and all over the blank pages. Pieces of paper were sticking out from where Amae had written things down and stuck them into the book.

The language wasn't one recorded in the history books of any known species. But here and there words could be distinguished that were similar to a word in Vulcan, similar to a word in Romulan, even sometimes similar to a word in a human language. That is why Amae had studied Xenolinguistics, not so that she'd be able to communicate with almost any species but because she wanted, no needed to translate this book.

Still, armed with knowledge of almost every known language and super computers Amae had only been able to translate a few chapters; there was still so much she didn't know.

The beings as I have studied them exhibit traits similar to that of humans. They live in families of parents and children, they have cities and communities. I have seen them and spent time among them and unlike the humans of Earth, the Curo, as they call themselves, are extremely peaceful creatures. In the history of their world there have been few wars. It is my hope that by studying the Curo I can the discover the reason for the peaceful history and take that knowledge back to me to Earth, so that I can help to make humans as peaceful as the Curo. In case something should happen to me I have written in great detail the information I have gathered on the Curo and their home world.

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It seems that the Curo are not physically strong, but mentally strong. Yes, compared to humans Curo posses far greater strength and agility and their senses far out match our own, but for what alien species is this not true? I have studied Vulcans, Romulans, Cornucopians, Andrianas, and many other countless species but never in my years have I met a species who mind operates on the level that the Curo's does. They posses abilities, that although common place among the Curo, would seem to be godlike to humans.

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I have studied the Curo biology as much as possible though I am afraid I am limited to visual studies because of the Curo's extreme reserved nature. They are humanoid in nature but yet extremely different. When I first laid eyes on a Curo I was….astonished to say the least….They are unique, there is no real way to explain them because they look unlike anything human minds have ever imagined. They are delicate, their skin and bodies more breakable then they look. Their medical advances were driven by need. They are not affected by most diseases because each Curo child is immunized against almost all known diseases. However, there are many flaws in the Curo design.

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I believe I have discovered the reasoning behind the Curo's unusually peaceful behavior. I have sent the last few months looking over the books in their ancient library and I have come across a term called 'Daemon Bind'. I questioned one of my Curo friends and it became very clear. I cannot believe I had not realized it before. 'Daemon Bind' in English it roughly translates to 'Spirit Bind' two simple words that hold more meaning for a Curo than life itself. When Kurvo first explained it to me I could not seem to wrap my head around the idea, but now I understand. There is no bond more powerful than that of the 'Spirit Bind'. Many men have asked what the reason for life is, what is the point? It is my belief that the Curo have discovered that reason.

Amae scribbled onto a piece of paper as she finished translating those sentences. 'Spirit Bind' she had never come across a term like that. Amae flipped open her PADD and searched the term. All she could find was references to evil spirits and ghosts. Amae highly doubted that was what the author had meant. Instead Amae flipped through the journal. She looked for that phrase. 1. 2. 10. 20. 50. 100. That phrase came up over a hundred times. What was it? Amae grumbled darkly and tapped her pen. She flicked her eyes over at the clock had stood quickly. It was fifteen past one the bridge probably just got out. She closed the journal, setting it on the shelf by her bed she took one last look at it and left her room.

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Amae walked into the brightly lit cafeteria. Around twenty mess tables sat on one half. On the other were stands of replicator machines. The tile was an off white and the walls a comfortable green. Cadets walked about with their trays and food, taking their seats. The room was crowed but in the corner Amae saw a familiar pair of faces sitting around the circular table.

"Hey! Mae!" Came a shout and Amae saw her dear blonde waving to her from that table. She glided easily over to him. James sat at a table with Dr. McCoy, Ensign Chekov, Lieutenant Sulu, Lieutenant Scott, and Commander Spock. Dr. McCoy sat besides James, staring at him with burning eyes because of the scene he had just made. Chekov was on James' other side with Sulu next to him. Commander Spock sat next with any empty chair between himself and Sulu. Scott, or Scotty as James had referred to him when he told Amae about him, sat next to Commander Spock with a seat between himself and Dr. McCoy.

"You come to get lunch?" James asked. Amae nodded. "Sit with us," he demanded with a big smile. Amae sighed and scratched her head reluctantly. She had only come to tell Commander Spock that his test results were good and grab and apple and go back to translating. "PLEEEAAAASSSEEEEE," James whined, "I beseech you!"

"Alright fine," Amae agreed, "but only because you managed to use a word with more than six letters in it." James ignored the insult and looked at the two empty seats. "You can sit next to Bones if you want," James suggested. Amae glanced at the two seats and turned. "Hey, where ya' going?" James called.

"Food," Amae stated, "unless you expect me to survive on your gripping company alone." Amae heard Dr. McCoy snicker and smiled to herself. Amae walked to a replicator and flicked through the menu. She decided on grilled cheese and a smoothie. Amae grabbed her tray with the recently replicated food and walked back to the table.

Amae noticed a new arrival had taken the seat by Dr. McCoy and was looking at Commander Spock with a very hostile look. Amae had seen her on the bridge but couldn't remember her name. James had mentioned her a few times, U…. Uy… no… Uhura. Yes that was it. Amae walked over and took the seat besides Commander Spock.

Yah, chapter three done. Thank you to Rains of Freedom for commenting on chp 1. And thanks to miller330 and orlliie for their comments on chp. 2. Alright, that three (four in total). Let's go for six this time. I know you can do it. Thirty seconds tops, and who knows your comment may be the inspiration I need to finish a chapter. You could be solely responsible for this story being updated. It's happened before.