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A Whole Other Universe: Chapter Four

I let a snarl rip through my lips and his hands immediately left my head. He had seen me venerable. That couldn't happen again. Muroc was looking down at my face with his same impassiveness, but something told me that he was disgusted on how emotional I was being. Letting a low growl rumble through my throat, I looked into his eyes letting him know that his disapproval meant absolutely nothing to me. The doctor and Sub-Commander Serron stayed a respectful distance away, but both seemed to expand this air of displeasure about having me near them. Most doctors by now would have been touching me to try and calm me down. A random question struck me, "Are Vulcans telepathic?" Four even more stiff Vulcans confirmed my answer.

"How did you acquire this information Mss. Talbot? There is very little knowledge about Vulcan culture in your database due to our lack of contact." Muroc stated.

I mulled over my answer, feeling my anger and agitation dissipate. "I was thinking on how most human doctors use touch to calm a patient, like placing their hand on a patient's forehead, stuff like that. And I just kind of put two and two together on how you guys have seemed to avoid all contact with my skin. So yea, I just figured it out on my own just now." I felt sheepish and stupid, that explanation didn't have any depth to it at all. Chemistry class all over again, except that there was no awesome Mr. Willis to make it better by lighting a desk on fire.

"A logical deduction for a human." Sub-Commander Serron stated.

Well, that was insulting. I was just about to lay it into him and rip the snotty Sub-Commander a new one when a bunch of alarms started blaring and the bright lights of the Vulcan transporter room turned red. Four pairs of eyes shot to the lights, then to me.

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Her gaze met mine; confusion, trace amounts of furry, fear, with the last emotion being something that any Vulcan would never expect in a human. Logic. The alarms kept going off every 1.5432 seconds, halting my own fascination and forcing me to attend to the problem.

"Captain Spock." Ensign S'Kendal voice echoed around the small transporter room. "It is the Andorians. They are demanding that they see the human that is on board, along to confirm that she is indeed here on her own "free will" as they put it."

"Patch them through Ensign. I will escort Mss. Talbot to the bridge." How many issues will delay our mission? I mused to myself. I turned and looked at the human. "Do you know any Andorians Miss. Talbot?"

She tilted her head 79.543 degrees to the left. "I know one. But we haven't spoken in six years. I was twelve the last time we spoke." Her face brightened. "He came to my birthday party that year. He also froze the pool because I told him it was too warm." Irritation and amusement flitted across her face.

I nodded, humans tended to go off on random, illogical, tangents. "Is there any more information on what I would need to know? Is he dangerous to this ship?"

Returning her cranium to the correct position, she gazed at me. "No. Shran is no danger at all unless he thinks you're threatening me. I don't know why he gets all freaky protective of me. He acts just like my father used to." Her eyes glistened as she spoke of her father. Just as soon as the moistures appeared it quickly dissipated. "Let's go though," she murmured, "He's really impatient."

I had to agree with her logic. "Indeed. I understand your reason for haste. We have dealt with Commander Shran before."

She nodded. "Yea, he has the tendency to jump the gun sometimes." I only had moments to attempt to process the phrase 'Jump the gun' before she started to push herself up off the levitating bio-bed. Causing several more alarms to go off, mixing with the ones that were already going off.

"Miss. Talbot, it is important that you remain on the bio-bed. You still have not acquired the recommended amount of REM sleep." Doctor Selamderen spoke as he pushed her back down on the bed with his forearm. While looking up at me he explained a better alternative, "If the trip to the bridge is an absolute necessity, I suggest that she is brought up by the bio-bed and presented as such. Then we logically explain to Commander Shran why Miss. Talbot is in the bio-bed."

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"NO!" I gasped. All eyes turned towards me. I struggled against the arm that still lay across my chest. "We can't do that! I will agree to taking the bio-bed up to the bridge, but Shran absolutely cannot see me in this state. I have to look as close to normal as I can right now. I'll figure out a way to explain all of the physical appearances, and don't tell him I'm lying."

I got a raised eyebrow from Muroc, "You are going to lie about your health? That is completely illogical."

I held up a hand to stop him. His other eyebrow joined the first. "Sorry for interrupting you, but trust me. If he thinks I'm injured, no matter how logical your explanation, he will tear this ship apart to find me and take me from you and destroy this ship." Muroc went to speak again, and I shot him a glare. "He will blame you for my ill health because I'm in your care. So shut up and let me deal with Shran is what I'm trying to tell you."

A silence overtook the transporter room, save for the shrill beeping of the alarms. Captain Spock looked at everyone, as if having a silent conversation with them all. But the impassive looks didn't reveal any answers to me. "It is decided, you will be brought to the bridge by the bio-bed, and you will converse with Commander Shran standing on your own. Should you require assistance with standing, you shall be put back on the bio-bed, and you will not argue." The Captain stopped. "Is this understood?"

I processed the request, which sounded a hell of a lot like a command. "These terms are, acceptable." I tired speaking like them, and I could almost feel the air of approval from the Captain. If I hadn't been looking, I would have missed the shimmer of gratitude in those dark brown eyes.

His faced remained immobile. "Let us continue to the bridge." Taking a few strides to the panel on the wall, he pressed a button that would activate the comm. "Ensign S'Kendal, cancel the tactical alert and inform Commander Shran that we are on our way to the bridge."

"Yes sir."

AN: Sorry for not updating in so long! I've been ultra busy with work and school. I wanted to at least get another chapter by the end of my February break. I'm happy to at least get that done. Well sorry once again! All will be answered soon. Till then, good night!