The Illogical Decision

Ch.4

A/N: If I owned Star Trek or any of its associated merchandise…which I don't, would it honestly be deemed a Fanfiction? Oh, and reviews are appreciated, they help me dare I say it…better myself. Also I have no Beta-Reader anyone want to register their candidacy? ^_-

Nyota

She hadn't spoken to Spock in over 3 days. Some part of her wanted to go find him, and beg him to stay, and another wanted to try and move on with her life. She still loved him that was for sure, but she didn't know if he cared for her anymore. She knew that there was a point in the relationship that he did, but she had always thought that maybe she was into him more than he was into her. She was reclining on her couch pondering at the thoughts when she heard her door chime. She glanced over her shoulder at the chronometer on the end table, 0807hours.

"Hello Kirk." She said when she answered the door.

"Hey, I said that I would come and up on you, you look more yourself now."

"I feel little better, thanks for asking," She gave him a small smile, and leaned against the frame of the door.

"Did you eat? Dinner I mean, if you didn't then I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the mess hall. Remember that if you say no, it will not be the first time that you've rejected." He said with a sly smirk.

"I'd love to." There was a look of surprised that ran across his features, but it was soon replaced by smile, and he extended his arm. She hesitated a moment, then tucked her hand into the crook of it and off they went. A t-shirt and jeans would be okay it was only the mess hall, and she was more than happy to leave her lonely quiet quarters where she had spent the whole day wallowing in self-pity.

Spock

He decided to eat in the Mess Hall that evening; he deemed it only logical that if he ate in there it would have a positive influence on his work performance, rather than he stay in the now unusually empty confines of his quarters. He was in the middle of eating a bowl of fresh fruit, when he saw Nyota, his Nyota; enter with his supposed friend Kirk. He could not allow himself to think that way, she was no longer his, and speaking in technicality she was never his. He knew that Kirk had always been interested in Nyota, but it never occurred to him that he would try more attempts to win her affects so soon.

A small part of his brain told him that it was Nyota, she held no interests in Kirk, but a larger more nagging part questioned the smaller part; What if she doesn't care about him anymore, what if she never did? No, that couldn't be right. She wouldn't have been so unhappy he informed her of his intentions to leave. It could quit possibly be a new formed friendship, could it not? Friends often dined together, did they not? He sat and watched them from the small two person table in the far corner of the large room, his food before long taken out of priority, as they went through the line for their dinner and sat at a another two-person table right directly in Spock's line of vision. He was sure, 95.237642% sure that they could not see him.

He settled for the fact that they were simply friends who decided to part take in dinner that evening; he refused to see it as something more. He watched them as they conversed about things that not even his acute hearing could not pick up. He was slightly irritated that he could not make out their conversation thought he knew it was an invasion on her personal privacy. No, that was not a logical statement; Vulcans do not become 'irritated'. So once again he merely sat and watched as several minutes went by, until some very unpleasant caught his eye. His mind and eyes clouded over in an angry, possessive, blinding torrent.

He touched her, Captain James Tiberius Kirk, just touched HIS Nyota! It wasn't an accidental touch, or a friendly touch, or even a momentary touch. No, it was an intimate touch, not touch but more over a caress, one that he had shared with Nyota many times before.

He somewhat helplessly watched as Kirk reached out a hand and very gingery caressed the side of her face, as he showily whispered something untellable to her. He sat there and glared at an oblivious Kirk, surely this would not stand, surely any minute now Nyota would swat his hand away and give him a large piece of her mind. To his utter dismay, she smiled and accepted it. She had allowed Kirk to touch her in such an intimate way, was she involved with Kirk? Absolutely not, was the first thought that came to mind. But looking deeper into things, it had been precisely 4 days, 15 hours, 45 seconds, and now 18 seconds since he had what Terrans referred to as, 'Broken up with her'. It was in fact quite possible that Nyota had formed an emotional bon-…attachment to someone else.

Nyota

He reached across the small distance of the table that separated them, and caressed the side of her face. She didn't pull away, after a little over four days of no physical contact she wasn't about to pull away, it was comforting.

"Just know that you always have me to talk to, okay?" There was sentiment there for sure, and she rewarded him with a smile, the first genuine smile that she had smiled since Spock broke-up with her, this one actually reached her eyes.

"Yeah I know, thanks Jim." He gave a smile that lit up his icy blue eyes.

"Hey, you called me Jim!" She chuckled softly, and then got slightly serious again.

"You earned it, you're a good friend. Come on let's get go." They both got up to exit the Mess Hall the same way they came in, her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. He took her back to her quarters in a friendly quiet. Once there he decided to try his luck, he knew the negative possibilities, and he knew the little possibility of a positive outcome, but decided to try his luck none the less. She turned to walk into her quarters, and her foot barley crossed the threshold when he gently grabbed her arm, and leaned in to kiss her. He did it thoroughly, and kissed her as thought his very life depended on it. She was surprised, but again didn't pull away; rather she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen it. When it ended, she could barely think straight. He smirked arrogantly admiring his handy work, and relieved that she didn't pull away, or kill him.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, I expect to see you on the bridge." He questioned, and she merely nodded, still under the daze of the kiss. He turned and headed down the hallway, as she slid into her quarters. Both completely oblivious to Spock, who stood around the corner and had witnessed the whole thing. He took deep breathes to steady himself, as he clenched and unclenched his hands, the thought of killing Kirk had ran across his mind several times. His suspicions were now confirmed, Nyota, HIS Nyota, was involved with Kirk, and he was NOT happy about it.

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