AN: So it was kinda fun writing this. Sorry Spock-kam. He suffers. Thanks again for the reviews you all.

The next morning was surprisingly sunny though the briskness of night's departure still hung heavy in the air.

Spock walked up to the open field, admiring the size of the Golden Gate Bridge as it loomed in the hazy distance with an almost orange hue. He was still getting use to Terran architecture but the rectangular buildings and spiny bridges were growing on him a bit.

Earlier morning joggers were already well into their laps and a large group of elderly men and women were beginning their Tai Chi lessons under their teacher to his far left. Everyone was focused and moving and the scene surrounding Spock gave him a sense of peace.

He enjoyed starting his mornings like this, stretching his limbs and testing his strength, feeling a part of a larger community as he practiced various exercises.

No matter where he went in the universe, Spock observed that beings found ways of staying fit, whether it was only mind or body, exercise was an essential part to a culture's happiness.

Spock set down his gym bag in the dewy grass, shrugged off his track jacket and neatly rested the garment on top with a quick fold. Drawing in a death breath and closing his eyes, he began a series of stretches and bends to warm up his muscles for whatever activity his date chose to do.

He thought though she was adventurous, she was probably also cautious and taking on a Vulcan in his native martial art might be a bit intimidating. He would not hold it against her should she shirk off sparring with him. It would only be logical of her to do so.

Spock was middle of touching his toes when he heard a loud, wolf whistle sound off behind him.

He parted his legs a bit and spotted Jovall smirking behind him with her head tilted in his direction. The early sun framed her in a silhouette and set her hair aglow. " My, my, what big...hamstrings you have."

Spock wasn't quite sure if she was going to say hamstring originally but he took her playfully mood all in stride. Besides he didn't want to know what other word she may have supplied. Meeting your potential mate in person was nerve wracking as is.

" Jovall." he called out, straightening his figure to his full height.

The Andorian sauntered up to him, standing toe to toe with the Vulcan and Spock found himself stepping back for space. Both of their peoples were known for their height and he was unnerved with how close how her face had come to his own with her atennae quivering in front of his bang as if they were trying to scent him.

Disturbing. It would take some time to get use to those.

" Spock." she tested his name on her mouth, her soft sapphire lips curling sly smile. " So good of you to plan such an invigorating way to start the day."

She started stretching alongside him and Spock flicked a quick look of appraisal in her direction.

Her maya blue skin appeared rubbery in texture but the muscles bunching and coiling beneath were definitely steely from regular use.

" I am pleased to hear that you approve." he nodded as he pulled his left arm by the elbow across his chest followed by the other.

They made small talk as they warmed up and Spock felt himself relax into his normal morning routine with his newest companion. This was going well, she was neither dull nor overbearing in conversation and she was clearly quite intelligent.

Who knew, maybe they would be the first Andorian Vulcan mated pair in recent history? It would certain help their race relations. He took a little time to ponder that prospect and what it might mean for his future. He couldn't see any resounding conflicts, though of course visits to either's native planet would in all likelihood be uncomfortable for the other.

" So, what would you like to do first? Run the track? Weighted lunges across the field? Suus Mahna?" she asked, winking on the last suggestion.

" I am amenable to whichever you prefer."

" Well then!" she shouted, leaning down into a crouching first stance with her palms out and open towards him. " Let's get down to business, iil (you)."

Spock raised an arch brow in her direction before settling into the third stance, his arms hanging loose and ready at his sides with his left shoulder pointing in her direction.

The stared at each other for a minute, then another, followed by a third, as they waited for their opponent to lose concentration and have their mind wander off.

By the fifth minute, Jovall seem to sence that she would have a long time to just stand in position if she tried to out wait a Vulcan so with the next passing breeze she sprinted towards Spock.

With alarming speed.

His eye flashed wider and his arm reflexively shot up and blocked her first blow to his head and dove down to stop the second blow to his stomach. Both hits were solid and hard and Spock felt his arm being shaken with each shielding move.

As with most Vulcans when sparring against a different species, Spock went on the defensive, seeking to figure out his opponent's tactics by biding his time in the meanwhile.

So far he had her pegged as aggressive attacker but not one without thought. She was calculating each move, even with how fast she was throwing them. And she was keenly swift, probably from years of practice and discipline. He would have taken time to admire her form and nature aptitude for the art but he was currently busy with trying to ward her off.

When Jovall brought both of her hands back up into first stance Spock sidestepped one of his own between her own, grabbed her wrist in one hand and sent her stumbling backwards with a firm push against her sternum with the other.

She flew away from him in a blur but she caught her balance and used her feet to skid to a stop. As the Andorian recovered she looked up from underneath her pale brows and gave him a slow, devious grin, her antennae curling up and in like horns.

That did not bode well.

When she came at him next, Spock had to check and reaffirm his knowledge that Jovall wasn't a Vulcan grandmaster in disguise.

She fainted moving to his right, which Spock detected but he still wasn't prepared for the speed in which her open palmed uppercut connected with his chin.

His jaw snapped shut, his teeth clicking together like a lock engaging and he was jarred backwards but he didn't have time to fully assess the damage before he had to counter a series of blows that came just slow enough for him to track.

But not all of them and just barely.

Though she was sweating Spock knew that she was far from tired just from the strength of her jabs. It was more likely a result of the sun rising up and blazing back behind her. She seemed to operate on a pattern of threes, two slower, weaker attacks followed by a stronger, faster power move. The last one had been 14 strikes centered around his torso before she smacked the back of his knee with her foot and sent him down on his back to the ground.

He shook his head as his vision spun around in a fuzzy circle but even as he did it looked like a piece of the sky was hurtling towards his head. A fist shaped piece….with a head….and the cloud looked like a lady's hairstyle...

He rolled over and flipped up just as Jovall's hand slammed into the ground, sending dust flying up around her arm. He had no intentions of hurting her but it would appear that she did not feel quite the same on matter.

" C'mon Spock, quit taking it easy on me! I finally have someone strong enough to last a decent amount of time and not be offended when they lose to a female!" she chortled.

Spock inhaled and resumed his earlier stance. As much as he could he would try not to harm her.

Much.

She darted towards him and Spock felt his body tense before dancing into a practice routine of defensive poses. She seemed pleased by the challenge and went after him like a blue hornet.

By now curiosity and excitement had drawn a number of the people exercising in and around the field closer and they silently watched in awe as Spock and Jovall grappled with inhuman speed and strength.

A group of men in the Tai Chi group were shouting out bets and Spock wasn't surprised to hear a good deal of them beating on Jovall's victory. She was by far one of the hardest opponents he had ever taken on and he still wasn't sure if she was coming at him with her full strength.

She jabbed at him twice before spinning with a kick toward his chest which he blocked with both his hands, leaving him defenseless as her arm shot out and clocked him against his ear.

He fell with an undignified "Oof" and the crowd roared and crowed with bloodlust as his body hit the ground chin first. As the dust cleared Spock felt himself being dragged backwards by the ankles. Turning his head he saw Jovall's arms flexing and straining as she powered behind him with a psychotic grin.

" You are sooo much fun, Spock! Who said Vulcans don't know how to let loose?" she cheered, stilling pulling him backwards as he clawed desperately at the ground for purchase.

" Two ta one the blue broad has the Vulcan crying uncle!" yelled one of the Tai Chi members waving a credit chip in the air as his fellow members betted for or against those odds.

Spock could hardly take in the scene around him. Their initial meet up had been so encouraging and now here he was being dragged through the grass by his date who claimed to be having the time of her life doing so.

Her grip loosened as she tired from pulling his heavy bulk across the field and he pushed himself upright and jerked out of her hold. They resumed their game of bob and weave and Spock found himself at a loss for what to do next.

Should he keep dodging her punches until she tired? There was no telling how long that would take. Go on the offense and risk harming her in the process? With some many people here it didn't do to possibly have some of them take offense to him hitting her as they grappled.

" I'm just getting started with you! Hope you don't have plans for the afternoon!"

" Actually…" he panted, sidestepping her last punch and tightly pinching her shoulder with a sting of psi energy. " I do."

Jovall collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut and Spock caught her around the waist as she crumpled. A mix of groans and cheers filled the circle that had formed around them. He carried his unconscious date towards the bleachers and laid her delicately across them. He pulled a notePADD from his gym bag and began to compose a message.

Dear Jovall,

Thank you for meeting with me this morning to join our exercise routine. I found the experience...indescribable. However after a brief analysis, I conclude it would be best for us to not pursue a romantic relationship. Thank you for your consideration but I must respectfully decline.

Spock

As he finished punching in his name he placed the device into Jovall's hand, who amazingly was already coming too and looking about her surroundings like a bear just coming out of hibernation. She spotted him and gave him a dreamy smile and then quizzically looked down at the PADD in her hand.

" It was interesting to meet you. Perhaps we will spar again in the future...but not too soon. I have to get work. Excuse me."

And with that he was limping off the field towards the hovertrolley with his bag bouncing against his bruised body. He was probably every shade of green imaginable.

" Anytime Vulcan! I can't wait to take you on again!" Jovall slurred after him.

Spock ran faster.