Selar was laying against Spock, her shivering had subsided. The Half-Vulcan male glanced down to his shoulder to see his daughter on the verge of sleeping. He could not allow her to sleep, for in this situation sleep could mean death. He did not wish death upon the relatively young Vulcan Captain. "Selar, stay awake." He ordered, his voice barely above a whisper. To emphasize his point, he shook his daughter's shoulders gently.

Deep, exhausted brown eyes fluttered open, before shutting half way. Her eyelashes were coated in a layer of ice. Spock had not a clue if she was even registering his presence, better yet his words. "Selar." He prodded her again to receive the same response. "Selar," He attempted once more."

"Hmm?" She mustered, shaking her head slowly.

"We must stay alive, you must stay awake."

"I-" She sighed at her inability to formulate words. "Must, sleep..."

"No, it is illogical." He said only what he knew she would listen to. For a moment he was silent, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Picking up his communicator he flipped it open.

"Spock to Enterprise." No answer. "Spock to Enterprise, Enterprise come in."

"E-nterprise- h-ere. - Ha-rrison- s-peaking." The contact was loose though it was there.

"Enterprise, This is Ambassador Spock."

"S-pock. I-s C-aptain- S-elar - al-right?" Spock had to think as to what they were saying.

"No. She is going into hypothermia, he body temperature is well below the average heat. She has the inability to stay conscious. She is, as you say, on the brink of death."

No response, the voice, when responding, was now weary and considerable shaky. "Tra-nspo-rters - d-own. S-huttle-craft- w-ill- t-ake- th-ree - hours."

Spock gave an audible breath.

"Very well, do all as quickly as possible. I am uncertain as to how much time the Captain has left. Keep in contact, Spock out." He flipped the communicator closed and placed a warm hand to his daughter's chilling face.

"The crew is safe, they are on their way to get us. Stay alive, for them. Stay alive, for me." He recoiled his hand, thinking for a moment. "Selar, show me your years as a Professor, let's continue the story. It will keep you awake."

"L-logical." Selar noted sitting up just enough for them to engage within a Mind-Meld.

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A lean woman sat against the back of her chair, her hands were folded on the desk before her as she gazed across the empty classroom. Her brown eyes swept to and fro, as she studied every nook and cranny of was now hers. In a few moments students would pour into the room, and she would no longer be a pupil herself. She was now a professor. Oh heavens, now it was her job to teacher.

A student walked through the door, her eyes low as she entered the classroom. When she lifted her gaze, she saw the Vulcan before her and recoiled slightly. "Y-you're a Vulcan?"

"I believe that is quite apparent."

"S-sorry, Ma'am. I just, I uh, thought all professor were, uh?"

"Human, indeed not. Sir, will do."

"Sir?"

"Indeed." Selar noted, she did not enjoy 'Ma'am'.

The student tilted her head in confusion though did not disagree. "Very well, sir. What is your name? I mean, what should I call you."

"Professor Selar, will suffice."

"Yes, sir."

"May I inquire as to your name, Cadet."

"Neilson, Diana Neilson, sir."

"Very well, Cadet Neilson, have a seat."

The Cadet still looked distraught to the fact that her teacher was a Vulcan though she obeyed and sat down. In a few moments, more students began to pour into the classroom. None of them even glancing at Selar, they would be surprised.

Once all had been seated, Selar took a stand and headed for the center of the front half of the room. Students were chattering as she raised a hand to silence them, they silenced.

"Greetings, I am Professor Selar, as I will be your astrophysics and exobiology professor."

A student raised his hand.

"Yes, Cadet Roy? I was not aware any inquiries would be aroused by the introduction."

"No, sir. I mean, are you a Vulcan?"

"Indeed, Cadet." She turned her gaze.

"Also?" Her gaze shot back to him, it was dark and emotionless.

For a moment Cadet Roy paused and gave a weary look. "Uh, you seem young, sir. I mean, most professors look older than you. Or is that just a Vulcan thing?"

Selar raised an eyebrow towards him, tilting her head ever-so-slightly. "I see, Cadet. I am indeed 'young' by Terran standards."

"Uhm, not to be rude, though how old, sir?"

"Seventeen, Cadet."

"SEVENTEEN?! That's younger than me!"

"I am aware, Cadet Roy, now if you will allow me to continue." A almost-smirk came upon her face, the twitch of her lips was not noticed by the class.

"Yes, sir."

Selar then resumed her place at the front of the class and begun her spiel on the matters and importances upon astrophysics and exobiology. The class, unsurprisingly, did not seem interested as she explained what each of the subjects were. They, however, perked up when she began explaining the expectations of her class.

"I require that each, and every one of you, is to pay attention within this class. For whatever I say, will only be said once and not repeated unless you come directly to me after class, that is if I even so happen to have time. In addition, if you fail this class, I will not hesitate to hold you back until you pass with an at least C average." She noted, her voice emotionless, her face expressionless.

"No wonder nobody liked her as a Cadet, she's so boring!" A Cadet whispered to his friend, obviously forgetting the Vulcan's sensitive hearing.

"What was that Cadet, if you wish something to be heard it is only logical you speak with a higher frequency of sound. Now, repeat what you said."

The Cadet reddened in the face. "I uh,"

"You what?"

"I said 'no wonder nobody liked you, because you're so boring.'"

"I believe that you have no an idea of how well or not I was taken by my fellow students, therefore you have no room to speak upon the matter, Cadet."

The class laughed at the Cadet. Selar simply raised an eyebrow and stepped back. The bell rang as the students stood up, chatter and laughter still engulfed them. As they left, Selar prepared for her next class.

STSTSTSTSTSTSTS

Later that night two figures were walking side-by-side throughout the campus of the Academy. They were deep within conversation, as one appeared to have no interest upon the topic, and the other raged on.

"So, how was your first day as a professor?"

"It was adequate."

"Any surprise?"

"What could inflict surprise upon the Cadets?"

"Well, I dunno, your age? Uh, your species."

"There are other professors over the years who have been of different species."

"Ya, but not a Vulcan."

"Indeed, there has been Vulcan professors."

"There has?"

"Indeed."

"Well then. Still, your age."

"I was not aware that age dictated one's ability to teach, guide and mentor others."

"It doesn't, but by Human standards you're not even an adult."

"I am aware that I have not reached the mark of 18."

Saok laughed at his friend's stoical words. "Selar, you make me laugh, you know that right."

"Perhaps." Saok chuckled uncontrollably.

"I do not see what is so amusing."

The man stopped her, turned towards her and shook his head. "Of course you don't." He noted, kissing her cheek.

Selar raised a brow. Saok shook his head, "It's getting late, you and me have classes tomorrow."

"You and I."

"Oh come on!"

Selar allowed herself a half-grin.

"So the Vulcan does smile!" Saok chuckled.

"What? Indeed not, I do not smile. That would be illogical."

"Say that to your face."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh lord."

The two walked on until they reached Selar's apartment which lay just off of campus. To this they walked up to her door, Selar turned to Saok and nodded. "Have a decent sleep cycle, Saok."

"You too, Selar."

He leaned in a placed a quick kiss on her lips, she returned it before stepping through the door. She left Saok surprised, happily he skipped off.

Selar placed her coat up upon the coathanger and walked further into the apartment. After a quick change of clothes, placing the Starfleet issued black Professor uniform neatly on the desk, she pulled back the covers to her bed which lay in the far room inside the two bedroom apartment. She climbed into the bed, laid back and placed her head upon the pillow. For a moment she lay there staring aimlessly into the black abyss, before finally closing her heavy eyes and drifting into a sleep.