I groaned, waking up to some knocking on my door. I picked my head off the pillow, glaring up at the clock. More knocking came and I growled, throwing the blankets off of me and standing. "It's three in the fucking morning. This better be good." I said to the person at the door as I walked over and opened it. Spock stood, hands behind his back. "I assure you Commander, I would not be here if it was not." I blinked groggily. I noticed him look me down and up, raising a eyebrow. "I have woken you?" I rolled my eyes. "No shit Sherlock." I muttered, turned and walking back into my room. "Sherlock was a detective from a book series in the 1800's on earth. I do not believe that decomposition has anything to do with such a character." He said still in the doorway. I groaned. "It's a saying, Spock. It something you say when someone has just pointed out the obvious. Now come in. Your letting the heat out." I said. He bowed some, walking in and the door shut.
I walked over to a dresser, turning and leaning against it, crossing my arms and looking at Spock, who seemed to be looking around, eyebrow raised. "Learning anything?" I asked. He looked at me. "Yes." He took a long stride forward, now in the middle of the room. "You have none of the regulatory equipment that is given to us, but have your own." Looking at my bed, which was a queen with black sheets and a white quilt. He then looked at my dresser and desk, which is black as well. "Also," He said, now looking at me. "Your walls are also a different color." I smiled looking around at my black walls. I dunno why I choose it, but it always calmed me. Made me feel enclosed, safe. "This tells me you don't like to… Conform as one would call it, but stay within you own style, as most humans tend to do." He looked intently at me. "I have also noted it is 23 degrees hotter in here then what most humans can handle. If I am correct, it must be 94 degrees." He looked down at my attire, then back to me.
I looked down as well. I was wearing a emerald green wife beater, with black sweat pants. I looked back up to him and shrugged. "Yeah, that sounds about right." I nodded. He raised his eyebrow again. "Spock, I was born and raised on Vulcan. I'm use to the heat." I lied. I was use to the question from others that have been in my room, so it was one that I didn't have to make up on the spot, though it seemed rather odd lying to him. "Indeed." He said, as if he knew I was lying. "So, what is it Spock?" I asked. He straightened, his mind getting back on track.
"It would seem admiral Pike has gone on a scouting mission with some of the other commanders. I was told that I must stay with you until he returns." My brows came together. "Well, that's odd. Were you told as to why you must do so?" he shook his head. "Indeed not. But I was given direct orders from Pike to stay within a eyesight distance." I sighed some. "Great." I muttered, then looked up at him. "Er, no offense." He shrugged. "I do not take it into account. I, too, am not all too happy." I smiled. "Glade were on the same terms. " I looked around. "Well, I don't have anywhere you can sleep for now… I can make up a bed on the floor." I said. He shook his head. "No need. Being the conditions here are acceptable compared to others, I shall meditate until your day begins." he paused a minute. "It is the weekend is it not?" I nodded. "Yeah. No classes." He looked at me. "Then I shall leave you to sleep." He said, sitting down crossed legged and closing his eyes.
I shrugged some, walking past him and back to bed. I looked at his back for a bit, waiting for sleep to bade me. His posture was still straight, but his 'night wear' if you can even call it that, was much like a uniform on a starship. He wore a long sleeve black shirt that clung to his body well, showing off his well endowed body. He also wore long, black pants, that also showed off his long legs. I smiled some, looking at his strong neck and pointed ear, closing my eyes and thinking what the day would bring.
*Spock's POV*
With the tempiture at the normal level to where I leave it at, and the dark walls and absolute silence, I was able to meditate easier then anywhere else, besides my own room. But, I could not do so. I found myself unable to find that peace in which meditation brings me. After an hour, without even realizing it, I found myself just listening to the Commanders soft breathing. I furrowed my brow when I did realize it, and opened my eyes. It was now only 4, being that no one was up, say for the night shift.
It was inconvenient having to stay with the Commander at all times, but it wasn't bad. It could be worse. In fact, this was probably the best choice he had, people wise. With the Commander, she was willing to help me with human understanding. She also doesn't seem to mind me like others do. As she says it, we are 'friends'. A odd term for humans that is used often. I do not hate her, nor dislike her for that matter, but I don't see the logic in companionship. Though, if I want to know more about humans, I must try to be 'friends' with someone. Why not someone who already calls me 'friend'?
I sighed, standing and looking around. Even with the most odd decoration of furniture, she held no personal positions, as most humans do. No photos, no awards, no toys of such. In fact, it was quiet bare. I walked over to the desk and sat, looking over to her. She was curled into a ball, a heavy quilt on top of her, as if she were cold. I knew she had lied when she said she was use to Vulcan tempeture. Yes, Vulcan is quiet hot, but even so, one does not simply become accustomed to the heat when off planet. From the humans that have visited Vulcan, and even from my mother who has been on Vulcan for many years now, still prefer the cooler weather. I couldn't comprehend as to the reason why she would lie, but it was of no matter. At least not right now.
I sat and 'spaced out' as one would say, for the next couple of hours. As the sun rose, the room was brought into a new light, showing how big and bare it really is. With her black walls she also had plush, white carpet that I noticed when meditating, though it looked even more a contrast in the sunlight. All of her stuff was on the left side of the room by the door, leaving where the window was, the right side of the room, bare and looking rather large. I would ask her about it later on in the day, considering we would have to spend a considerable amount of time with one another.
*Normal POV*
"So… Others find it amusing when one uses sarcasm?" Spock asked, taking a bite of his apple slice. "No, why would they ever do that?" I said, taking a bite of my cereal. His eyebrows came together and I laughed. "Spock, that was me using sarcasm. And yes, it is quite amusing." I said, and he nodded looking at me. "So, what do you have planned for today?" He asked. I shrugged. "The only thing planned is a tutor session with one of the cadets, other then that I've got nothing." I said. "Then, what do you normally do?" He asked, not liking the idea of a unplanned day. "Reading, walking around, sitting up on the roof, video games. Stuff like that." He looked around the mess hall, then back to me. "Video games?" He asked. My mouth dropped as my eyes went wide. Then I shook it off, giving him a sympathetic look. "Man. I forgot how dull Vulcan's are." he just looked at me. "Er, no offense." I said.
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I sat on top of a tree, smiling as the cool wind came by. "You are trying to ditch me?" Spock asked, climbing up the tree and sitting next to me. I laughed some. "Sorry, no. I just got tired of waiting for your little meditation thing and wanted to come up here." I said moving so my back was against the trunk of the tree and my legs on either side of the branch so I now faced him. "To think of the past, correct?" he asked, looking over at me. I clenched my teeth, suppressing the look of pain on my face. "Why do you Say that?" I asked. He looked me in the eyes, his being a very dark brown with emotion he held back from the world. "Whenever you just want to think, you walk, getting a 'zoned out' look on your face." he said, testing out the new words to him. "When you think of the past, you go to high places and get a empty look in your eyes."
I stared at him in shock, then looked down, swinging my feet some. "Did I say something to upset you?" He asked after a moment of silence. "No… I guess I'm just not use to people noticing what I do. When you put it like that, it would seem as if I don't even try to hide it." I muttered, leaning my head back against the trunk and looking up at the sky. "You forget Vulcan's are more keen then humans. I asset that you appear to just be sitting up high just for the….'sake' of it, to most humans." he said, making me smile. "No, Spock. No one notices because they don't care." I smiled, looking at him. His brows came together again.
"I beg to disagree. This morning at the mess hall, everyone kept making glances at you." I went tense. "Why do you notice these things Spock?" I asked. He stared at me, then looked down. "I do not know…" He said, a bit angry that he didn't, in fact, know. I smiled, patting his shoulder rather hard. "Good! That let's me know you've got some human in you after all, even when using Vulcan logic. I just might not have to kill you after all!"
