The meeting is boring in comparison to Chekov but T'qella performs her duties efficiently and it isn't long before she can make her escape. Upon returning to the ball she finds herself unable to locate Pavel. Worry floods her, as she wonders why he did not wait. One did not just abandon their date at a formal gathering without explanation after all. A few careful inquires later indicated that no emergency had called the boy away, nor did the human seem to require medical attention. This made his disappearance all the more strange. He knew she would return to him so why leave? Pain surges through her heart as she realises that she has no way of contacting him. How stupid she was to think she could simply cast this marvellous man aside. It takes her a moment to realise that she doesn't want to leave him and that she can't simply forget him. No she realises with another sigh as improbable as it is she wants forever.
A million possibilities whirl in her mind and she calculates the probability of each before rejecting everything. Clearly Pavel is far more unpredictable then she had first anticipated. She lets out a small whisper of a sigh and heads for the door to begin her investigation into Pavel's disappearance, only to be intercepted by cousin Spock. Gripping the sleeve of her dress he leads in the opposite direction out the patio doors into the garden. He looks round suspiciously as if expecting someone to be watching them. T'qella quietly observes they are alone and deduces that Spock wants to talk to her about something without anyone knowing.
"Release me" she commands him trying and failing to keep the irritation from her voice. Spock notices and raises and eyebrow in surprise but lets her go anyway. "What do you want Spock?" She asks trying to be as direct ass possible for as much as she likes secrets, they are a rarity for her after all, now is not the rudeness doesn't seem to faze Spock for he seems a little tired and out of sorts himself. The corners of his lips turn up slightly.
"It has come to my attention that ensign Chekov has developed romantic feelings for a certain Vulcan female. You." He clarifies. "He has however convinced himself that a relationship is unattainable and is proceeding to drink himself into oblivion. If you wish to proceed and cultivate a relationship with this human then I suggest you go to him at once." T'qella just stares, not quite believing what she has just heard. "You are sure of this?" she asks. "Of course, my source is unquestionable. I have a shuttle ready and waiting for you. I suggest you leave quickly before your presence is missed." T'qella swallows her mouth suddenly dry.
"Surely you do not approve? Why are you doing this for me?" she asks curious. Why does he encourage her to go down this path when logically the eventual result is potentially a child like him. A wonderful amazing child that will not fit in anywhere and will struggle to be loved or understood by anyone who isn't family. She stares up into his intelligent humany eyes trying to understand. To assist her now would not be logical and Spock is always logical. He would never do something like this without just reason. And just like that everything clicks into place. Spock cares about her, he wants her to be happy. A grin spreads across her face as she envelopes him in a friendly hug that he returns stiffly. They break apart a moment or two later and she stares up at him. "I hope you realise I hold you in high regard cousin." she tells him completely sincere, gathering up the skirt of her long dress and running off towards the shuttle and her love.
She finds him in the corner of a bar stinking of booze a nearly empty bottle by his side. "You didn't have to do this you know" she tells him, appearing like an angel from the shadows to save Pavel from himself. "I know you love me so don't try to hide it any more" She says reaching for the bottle. She extracts it from his grip with ease and throws it away noting as she does so that they've given him the synthetic stuff that ceases to be effective soon after it is drunk meaning that his cognitive functions are no more inhibited then hers.
"I love you" Says Pavel turning to look at her. His face is sincere if a little weepy. He takes her gloved hands in his and kisses them gently before clasping her in a tight embrace. "I can think of hundreds of reasons not to love you" he says suddenly causing T'qella to droop slightly in his embrace and her heart bleed metaphorically. "But they don't matter to me. You matter to me." He pauses. "I want to make this work, make us work. So let me try, please." He begs her. T'qella looks at him her heart pounding. Eventually she finds her voice.
"I Love you." He smiles at her, his happiness evident as he grins at her his lips stretched so far so wide that she cannot help but stare in fascination. He is truly remarkable she thinks and in that moment more than ever she wants to know what he is thinking inside that amazing head of his. It occurs to her to perform a mind meld but she thinks better of it. Not because she thinks he would mind but rather because she prefers the mystery. He smiles at her slowly stumbling up to his feet.
"A lady like yourself should never be seen in such a pitiful place. Let's take you back to the ball where your cousin is awaiting. I do not want you to be missed." Pouting she relented her grip on him. He was being completely logical, her absence will surely have been missed by now even with Spock trying to hide her disappearance.
'Alright. Let's go.' She says letting him curl an arm around her shoulder as they head towards the door.
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