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"Logic's Captive"
A Star Trek Fanfiction by IllogicalWoman
Dedicated to: ™PυяεLσgιc;
Chapter Four
"I swear, Ny, I had no idea that he was there with you." Gaila's sweetly toned voice was heard all through the moderately-sized dorm room. The walls were bare on Nyota's side, and littered with photos of intergalactic singers on Gaila's side. The room was small, but big enough to house a reserved human cadet and her Orion roommate with a libido the size of a solar system. Two beds rested parallel to one another against the back wall, and between them was a small window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Against the opposite wall was a desk (rarely used by either cadet – they normally did their assignments on their beds), and on the desk was a computer. It was a curious thing, really. All of the computers in each of the dorms were based off of old models from centuries ago. It was a wonder how they even worked. Both girls were sprawled out, each in their own bed. Nyota was laying casually on her stomach – feet swinging back and forth – her nose buried in an instructional manual. Gaila lay in a similar position; without the book, of course. She was facing Nyota, her eyes staring apologetically into her friend's averted ones. "If I'd have thought of that, I never would have asked if you saw his-"
"Gaila!" Nyota exclaimed, rolling over from her stomach and onto her back. She threw the book aside, picked up the pillow and threw it on top of her face to hide her obvious embarrassment (and amusement). All Nyota could see was darkness with faint bits of light seeping in through the thin material of the pillowcase. She could feel the bed sinking at her sides as Gaila climbed in next to her. The Orion was silent for a moment. If only Nyota were able to have seen the mischievous glow that seemed to radiate from her every extraterrestrial pore.
"So…did you see it?" Gaila finally said. She was rewarded with a projectile pillow that was meant to hit her in the face. Nyota – whose hand-eye coordination was not exactly as keen as everyone else – missed by about a foot, nearly knocking over the computer in her efforts. Gaila merely laughed at her friend and poked her in the side. "You know I'm just kidding. No one does it in a library." There was a pause of contemplation. "Unless you're into that sort of thing…I guess it would be convenient. You could just go into the restricted section, pull out a how-to book and experiment…"
"Stop there." Nyota sat up. Her cheeks were burning from embarrassment. She knew Gaila was getting a kick out of this, and it sounded almost as if she were planning to try having sex in a library. Lovely. Nyota pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her back against the wall so that her friend would have more room to sit down. "We didn't go there. Not even remotely close."
Everything was quiet after that, and that could only indicate one thing. Nyota had said too much. By saying that they had not 'gone there', Uhura had specified that something had, indeed, 'gone on'. All Gaila knew was that the 'something' was not of a sexual nature. The silence was short-lived, because, soon, Gaila was crawling over to sit right at Nyota's feet.
"Spill it. Every detail." The demand was expected of Gaila. The Orion's back was arched slightly – almost like a cat – as her eyes probed Nyota's for any answers that she could get from her. The human cadet, however, suddenly decided it would be a great time to change into her recreational clothing. Her uniform seemed to tighten around her body as each second passed. It was annoying. She pulled off the Academy-issued sweater, folded it neatly, and set it down on the desk next to the computer. She did the same with her skirt. "Ny, come on now." Gaila sat back on her legs and folded her arms over her chest. "If you don't tell me, I'll just keep asking and asking."
Nyota stopped her actions and turned to face her roommate with a less than amused look on her face. Fine. She wanted information, she was going to get it. "There's nothing to spill! We just…talked."
"Talked about what?" Gaila countered, "Was it sexy? I'll bet it was sexy."
"No!" Uhura gasped. "We just talked about Vulcan customs and translated some Romulan transmissions I picked up." Gaila made a mock-yawning gesture, earning a heated glare from Nyota. "You asked for it." She shrugged. There was no way that Uhura was going to tell Gaila about the boundaries that had been temporarily stretched between Spock and herself. Nyota always had a less-than-academic fascination with the Vulcan Commander and Gaila had decided that it was about time for her to do something about it. She knew that her friend severely lacked the initiative to start things herself, and that was where Gaila fit in.
As if sensing her thoughts, the computer buzzed to life.
b"Message from: Spock, Commander for Uhura, Cadet. Accept?"/b As soon as the computer announced that Spock was sending her a message, Nyota looked up at Gaila and the two exchanged a knowing look. Gaila's face instantly changed when she saw that Nyota hadn't put anything on yet. Nyota looked down and noticed this as well. She was quick to instantly start rummaging through her drawers for something to throw on quickly. b "Accept?"/b the voice came again. Gaila was urging Nyota to be faster with movements of her hands, and, once she saw fabric covering her torso,
"Accept!" she shouted to the computer. Gaila dashed across the room and snatched Nyota by the hand. She pulled her to where the computer would be able to pick up her image and sat her down as Spock's message was loading. The Orion quickly adjusted her roommate's hair, and, as soon as Spock's voice was audible, she snuck against the wall so that she would be invisible to the camera. Spock was facing the camera; shoulders straight and his face void of all emotion.
"Cadet Uhura," Spock greeted her formally. His voice had regained its usual stoic quality; it contrasted greatly with the softer tone he had been using with her in the library. Nyota supposed it was because Spock knew that Gaila may or may not be present, and was not taking any chances. "In your rush to leave the library, you left your books spread all over the table. I took it upon myself to recover your books, and they are now on my desk in my office. I thought it would be logical to contact you and inquire as to whether or not you were available to pick them up." At some point during his speech, Nyota's focus drifted over to Gaila, who was making kissy faces at her. Nyota mouthed to her to stop it before clearing her throat and regarding Spock's image on the computer screen. "Would thirty minutes be suitable?" he asked. Nyota nodded.
"Thirty minutes." She repeated. "Where?" Well, at least now Spock knew how closely she had been paying attention to him. Before he could even think to raise an inquisitive eyebrow, she spoke again, "Right. Your office. I'll be there." Spock appeared to be confused, but nodded his head once.
"End transmission." He ordered. The computer responded to the command, and both of their screens turned off simultaneously. Nyota and Gaila's room fell into a less than tranquil silence. Nyota was flustered – cheeks turning red – while Gaila was practically squealing in delight. Finally deciding to break the silence, Uhura stood up and headed for the door.
"Uh…What are you doing?" Gaila demanded, following one step behind her. Nyota turned around and shrugged,
"Going to get my books." She responded. Gaila clicked her tongue and reached for Uhura's reluctant hand.
"No, no, no. Not like that, you're not." The Orion led Nyota over to the bed and sat her down. "Stay." She instructed as if her roommate was her pet. She walked over to her side of the room and rummaged through her drawers until she found a pink bag. Inside of it was a combination of several cosmetics. There was nothing Gaila lacked in her little pink bag. She headed back over to the bed, ignoring Nyota's rolling eyes, and set the bag down between them.
"What's wrong with the way I look now?" Uhura whined. She was not fond of wearing a billion layers of makeup, nor did she want to spend the time applying it.
"Nothing." Gaila replied quickly, "I'm just…tweaking your look. Now…" Gaila smiled – her lips pulling back to reveal her radiant white teeth as she raised her hand. "Just leave everything to me." She poked Nyota on the nose and went straight to work.