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There was a question earlier on if I was describing Romulan's instead of Klingon's. Frankly I'm not that well versed in Star Trek. The new movies are what got me into the series, currently I'm trying to get into the original TV. Show. So, I apologize if I get some facts wrong: p. I'm trying to use Wikipedia and Google to help me along, so if you anyone see's any textual mistakes it's because I'm still learning. Hopefully when I finish I'll be able to re-edit everything. Thanks!

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Chapter Twelve

Ace of SpadesXD

(With Spock)

Leaning forward towards his desk Spock adopted a meditative stance placing the tips of his atop one another. He had closed the door of his office precisely twenty minutes earlier to pertain a sense of isolation and privacy. His Mother no matter how much he enjoyed her company could be a fraction to much in the terms of her "motherly" prying, or however she would have praised it. Spock was grateful for the spectacular timing his Father had, she had been interrogating him relentlessly just getting to the topic of Cadet Kirk when he commed her; such a beneficial time.

Cadet Kirk, she was the cause of both his inquiry and current trouble amongst his fellow Professors'; an enigma he ached to figure out. Maybe his Mother held a true statement, if it had been anyone else would have spared them his anger and even supported their side of the course case? He would have enjoyed the notion of stating yes that was indeed a fact, but with further inquiry Spock did not believe he could say such truthfully. If it had been anyone else they would be on trial being persecuted by he himself, not defended.

This Cadet was something entirely different. She felt like an exception to any other student he may have deemed a cheater. She had managed to push the perimeters of his exam and beat it in a way so skillful and intelligently crafted that even he couldn't really fault her for it; although there was more to it than that exceptionally more. She as a person was just as interesting as she the person who beat his exam.

Cadet Kirk was not just an ordinary student who drifted along aimlessly only wanting some diploma to feel like she accomplished something, oh no… she was striving for something better something magnificent and her home was soon to be the galaxy. Kirk was no flat character.

She alike he was scarred by possibly years upon years of bullying and the forbearing weight of her Father's fame. Aleksandrya Kirk was a woman that both greatly confused Spock and was equally easy to understand, even with barely having known her.

Pondering deeper into his meditative state something hummed against his inquiries. Recoiling slightly in surprise, Spock curiously, yet cautiously moved back to that little hum analyzing it. As he mentally tugged against it to find its origin something odd happened, it reacted to his curiosity. The little hum seemed to transform into a seemingly endless strand that leaned against his inquiries, warming in a pleasant way. Where did this strand end? What was it?

His inquiries where abruptly interrupted as gently knocks on the office door sounded a flash of golden hair shown through the small window on it. Pushing his present thoughts back for further inspection later on, Spock readied himself for the meeting he had with Kirk.

(With Amanda)

Amanda pouted lightly when she had to leave her interrogation ah… interest for Spock's well-being behind when the beeper to her comm went off; Sarek was calling.

"What is it Adun," Amanda frowned. "I was in the middle of getting Spock to spill on his lady friend."

Sarek raised an eyebrow at her in an almost humoring fashion, but their bond spoke tones. For the first time in years, maybe even since Ya'gr'l Amanda felt his anxiety and… was that fear? What had happened when she had left? She looked into his seemingly emotionless eyes and saw deep worry.

"Minutes after your departure to Earth, I occupied a research and rescue ship to two distress calls; one in a Klingon neutral zone and another located upon Delta Vega."

Amanda raised an eyebrow in inquiry, that didn't seem too weird. What was the problem? Sarek, sensing her question continued on.

"The first had come from the U.S. Kelvin," She gasped silently holding a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. "I have reason to believe some sort of energy during the Kelvin incident has caused such a dilemma."

Amanda really had no care for what caused it, "Sarek who sent that distress call?" She had a creeping feeling in the pit of her stomach that didn't exactly reassure her. His features spoke volumes to what was happening on his side.

"George Kirk has affirmed his creditentals." Sarek admitted, "He is very curious as to where and how his daughter is doing and currently holds vicious qualms towards Office Wionna Kirk who to his assumptions abandoned his daughter."

Ignoring the little tid-bit about Wionna Kirk (Which really bugged the shit out of Amanda), "Sarek this is not good, really, really not good!"

Exploring their bond Sarek felt her anxiousness and anxiety. Did something happen with Spock and Ms. Kirk? By the emotions flashing through Amanda he realized something was far from right.

"What is it Adun'a?"

"She and Spock are going to court with some Commander over the Kobayashi Maru! Lord she'll be lucky not to be expelled!"

Sarek knew things were never meant to be so easy.

(Spock and Jim)

Jim shyly set her bag down beside the chair in front of the Professor's desk and sat down. Never before was she this shy that just wasn't in her nature.

"Professor what's happening?" She asked quietly looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Spock looked at her with curiosity shining through his impassiveness, and was that worry? If he were worried about defending of her being as he was the creator of the exam, Jim had a feeling she should be a little worried herself.

"Cadet Giotto has been kind enough to inform me of ill intentions Cadet Uhura has proposed concerning your trial." Spock told her hands folded in front of him.

Shit so it was going to trial and that little bitch planned to more than likely get her expelled.

"How are we going to prove she's lying then Professor?" Jim chewed her bottom lip silently worry evident, "Uhura's a respected student, who as far as I know has a clean record. Personally, I can say that's not very true for me."

"I hold the notion that being as I am the sole creator should be able to decide wither or not my exam has been cheated on." Spock commented drily, "That being said the Court and Admirals hopefully will hold some regard to my words."

Jim looked at him, her usual confidence melding with her shyness and curiosity. She still did not understand why he was so adamant in helping her.

"Sir I still don't understand what you're going to gain from going against your colleagues to help some idiot who decided to test your exams perimeters?"

"Cadet it is in very bad taste to call one's self an "idiot" as you decided so elegantly to quote," Jim blushed under his scrutiny slightly annoyed at his reprehend, "From my observations you seem particularly astute in your ideas. Your theory for trans-dimensional being is a fine example of such."

He remembered that?

"Thanks' Professor," She sighed tiredly fiddling her hands, "But I really don't think the Admirals and Officers are really going to see it that way. More like more of a way to get attention."

"That is why I am dedicating time and energy to present evidence that is a complete false claim that holds no precedence." He looked to her with veiled determination.

"Then I thank you."

(Spock Prime)

He was frightened, but urged himself to display an air of indifference. Over the past decades when Jim had been alive she had always encouraged him the show of emotion, assuring him it did not make him a lesser Vulcan.

Her name and face still hurt to remember, his heart tightened each and every time. The regret would always remain in mind. All of the time lost he never deemed it necessary to act on his feelings to her. Spock had waited until it was too late, time had eventually run out. But now was not the time to dwell on such things.

Spock had the duty to his people to attend to. Jim would have wanted him to insure their safety, it was her nature and he would never go against his beloved T'hy'las' nature for it was not in his own.

Two Brief Omake's

Amanda meet's Vakros

Amanda was annoyed, with a vague migraine edging around the nerves of her eyes. The whole freaking day had been a bust. She had been supposed to help the newer Orion recruits at the Orion Embassy learn more comprehendible standard. That had been a fantastic idea! Hah! Those little assholes; by the end of that lesson she was about ready to bang one of their smug heads against the wood table.

Seriously, the first thing they did was try to flirt with her; real nice. Yea, Amanda knew the Orion species were a very sexual type, but when she had been trying her damndest to teach that excuse just wasn't cutting it. She was going to throttle the next Orion who had the balls to stare at her ass, or better yet find some reason to annoy her. Any reason really; didn't matter much to her as long as she could give them an ass-whopping.

Pushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes, Amanda headed towards the small cafeteria. She might as well get a little something to eat before she had to go back to those asses. Some Vulcan spice soup (she had always been fond of many of the Vulcan dishes) and maybe a little tea sounded bomb at the moment.

Making her way through the meager line of Federation representatives and Orion workers, Amanda loaded up a tray with her precious goodies. Paying with a government issued food card she began the search for an empty table. At the current time she really didn't feel like interacting with anyone, lest they be another idiot. Alas, her wishes barely if ever came true.

WHAM! CRASH!

She was beyond herself. Soup dripped down her new sweater her Mom had sent her for Christmas, and the tea stained her white shoes. Fan-freaking-tastic! Looking forward at the face of the idiot who ran into her, Amanda was ready to strangle him. It wasn't a Orion though that had done it, it was some Starfleet lackey who probably had have a brain cell.

Instead of apologizing to her the retard freaking smirked at her and looked her up and down. Gr…
"Excuse me!" Amanda snapped eyes flashing, "Your eyes don't belong there! I think you a me an apology!"

He had the nerve to roll his eyes, "Sweetheart I don't owe you nothing, you owe me for running into me a date would suffice." Oh, that was it! She finally snapped.

Lunging forward, Amanda tackled the man to the floor socking him in the nose along the ways. It took to Orion's and some Andorian Ambassador to finally drag her away from him. They spoke calming words hoping to soothe her anger completely aware of that mans unsavory behavior. He in question lay sprawled on the floor clutching a more than likely broken nose, glaring at her.

Seeing her anger still flaring, a couple of the man's colleagues pulled him away. Thankfully no guard had the balls or heart to do the same to her. It hadn't been Amanda's fault that man had been an asshole.

"That was quite some show." Amanda's annoyed gaze turned onto an Orion about her age, an amused smirk was painted across his lips, obviously having enjoyed the show.

"Really nice to know someone enjoyed it!" She snapped crossing her arms, wincing when the stickiness of the spilt soup rubbed against the sleeves of the already ruined sweater.

He laughed lightly, a smile lighting his face.

"Of course," He answered, "Not many a woman would have done that to an Official, I myself find that pretty enlightening and humoring."

Amanda paused momentarily taking this new person in. He was being neither perverted nor annoying; a nice change. Maybe, just maybe she could finally talk to someone as sane as her (or her kind of sane).

"You're similar to one of your Terran firecrackers sweetheart." And he had to go and ruin it.

Smiling sugar sweet at him with a glint of teeth she answered, "You're similar to one of my Terran cartoons, an ittty bitty smurf with a brain the size of a pea."

He looked at her with amused eyes, an eyebrow quirked, before surprising her with an out reached hand.

"I think we make great friends," He declared, "I'm Vakros."

She looked at him annoyed, before turning on her heel leaving him with his hand still out.

Vakros smiled once more, "She'll come around eventually."

Amanda meet's Sarek

"Are you absolutely sure this is safe?" Amanda glanced over to Vakros with widened eyes.

After their little incident at the Orion Embassy over a year ago, through the trial and error of Vakros coupled with his annoying pestering, they had eventually became inseparable. They truly had become besties, or at least in the oh-so elegant words Vakros had coined off of some T.V. Show Amanda was sure had come from Earth.

"Yes, yes Mandy," He sighed looking over at her from his seat exasperated, "Do you really think I'd pull you into trouble. More than likely it would be you pulling me along into you're trouble."

Amanda pouted, deciding not to answer to that. It was true so she really had no room to object. A year was more than enough time to get into trouble, especially so for her. She and Vakros had become closely acquainted as partners in crime as they made their way into the New Year.

"I just don't really feel comfortable about going to some exclusive Vulcan dinner," She huffed, "They've always seemed a bit to iffy to me."

Vakros snorted, "Amanda everyone seems "a bit iffy" to you, it was the same with me until I annoyed you into liking me."

She giggled behind her hand; that was pretty true. Amanda just hoped to whoever was listening that some Vulcan wouldn't try to annoy her into liking them. Fortunately that was pretty unlikely. Vulcan's 99% of the time were a very introverted and restrained people, unlike Vakros's and her own. Many would not seek friendships; alliances and allies yes, but friendships came little to none between Vulcan's and many other species.

"Landing in five earthen minutes," A monotone women's voice came over the ships speakers. "Please prepare for landing."

Amanda sent Vakros a nervous smile, which he returned reassuringly. Oh, this was going to be something else.

(On Vulcan)

Nervously Amanda picked at her simple blue dress that fell knee length (some assistance at the Terran Embassy had chosen it for her to be a presentable representative). Vakros the little idiot he was had abandoned her to go talk to some Andorian and Vulcan science majors, leaving her by herself on the edge of the party; nice, real nice.

From a passing waiter, she snatched up a glass of what seemed to be Vulcan spice cider, something Vulcan's only usually could drink being as it was very strong for human taste buds. Amanda didn't really care; she loved the tangy sharp taste. It was a perfect mixture of tangy and sweet.

"Are you not worried for being sick," Amanda almost groaned as an emotionless voice crept up besides her, of all her luck.

She turned to take in an imposing Vulcan man. His features were very sharp and defined, shimmering black hair with subtle streaks of gray closely cut to his pointy little ears. Amanda had to admit he wasn't that bad looking. Actually truthfully he was pretty hot once you got around the Vulcan emotionless.

"Nah," She answered pushing away her annoyance (if she was going to represent linguistics and teaching for the Embassy might as well be friendly), "Never have been before, I love the taste."

Amanda backed up her words with a swig from her champagne glass. Not a peep of distaste came out of her as the delicious spices and cider slid down easily. It warmed her from the inside out.

"Never have I discovered a Terran who so easily can consume such a Vulcan delicacy," He looked at her with cool curiosity making it almost impossible for her to read his expression, "Many a time it is relatively inconsumable to those of your kind."

She almost snorted at his assurance; he seemed pretty full of himself.

"I did not know Vulcan's based most of what they know over mere assumptions?" Amanda spoke nonchalantly in a bating tone taking another sip of her precious drink.

He furrowed his naturally arching brows at her almost as if he were attempting to disconcert her question. Was he able to even understand her snarkiness? Could an emotionless Vulcan, understand a human like her?

"Vulcan's do not base knowledge off of assumption Miss," He answered, "Rather off of observation and well placed inquiry."

"So why then did you automatically assume I would get sick off of drinking this," She inquired teasingly (this was beginning to get fun), "You did not know I have a taste for Vulcan beverages and dishes, instead you put on me a wrongly placed assumption that holds no truth or merit in its origin."

Oh ho, that seemed to stump him; Amanda smirked inwardly. She just loved messing with people, human and alien alike.

"I offer my apologies it seems," His monotone voice oddly enough didn't seem as lifeless as she once before (maybe), "I had not realized human digestive systems would be able to endure the food which is bore off of Vulcan. An interesting new fact that holds many inquires?"

He looked at Amanda expectantly as if waiting for an answer. What the crap? When had she become his little question answerer? Amanda was not some little test subject, because of her choices in food. So what if she liked the occasional Vulcan dish. To her it was like the side meal of Chinese or Japanese, just another cultures food that tasted amazing.

"Why are you asking me?" Amanda raised an eyebrow at him accusingly, "I don't hold the answers to your precious inquiry. So what I like my food a little spicy."

"I sense hostility in your words, have I upset you?" He looked to her questioningly head tilted slightly.

Amanda almost cooed, yea she may be a little annoyed, but his demeanor looked too much like a kitten to ignore.

"No just a little tired," She admitted, "Being on Vulcan is very different from being on Earth; it's made me a little grumpy. Sorry about that."

Before he could find a reply, Amanda staggered as the ground around them shook violently. Oh God could Vulcan have earthquakes?! With the next wave she realized it could with alarm. Looking around her Amanda realized the Vulcan's were just as much freaked out as she was. This must not have been a very often occurrence.

People around her were beginning to panic when it didn't show signs of stopping. Wait, that didn't sound like an earthquake, what was that? A boom sounded, as well as a hugger shock wave than before creating gapping cracks in the floor and people falling and flying sideways. The roof was beginning to fall in crumbling bits of granite falling to ground managing to miss some of the scattering guests.

Amanda let out a frightened shriek as a shock wave sent her falling forward. She landed onto a hard body taking it along with her in the fall. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her body as they hit the floor protecting her from the falling rocks. It was that Vulcan, she realized as soon she was flipped around so he was on top receiving the brute of whatever was happening.

A smooth hand accidently slid against her own has he tightened his grip upon her, with the shocks and bombing noises continuing on (were they being attacked?). As soon as their skin made contact it was like the galaxy exploded in front of her eyes. She saw the stars; it was so beautiful and felt so right. Warmth, understanding, and faint shock filtered through her mind. What in the Hell was this?! The Vulcan holding her stiffened.

Even with the chaos Amanda could still hear his faint murmur almost as if it resounded through her mind, "T'hy'la?"

Oh God, this was so not happening! She was his T'hy'la!

I did it! By the end of this week there will be a chapter thirteen posted. I really have been procrastinating too much. Hope you guys enjoyed!