Oh God. I know, I know. Don't hate me! I'm sorry!

My life is returning to what it once was and in a month or two, everything will be fine. just peachy actually. Until then! I don't own this story or the canons. Gene Roddenberry and JJ Abrams = Amazing. ZQ too.

Spock took in a deep breath. His abnormal Vulcan heart rate steadied. His mind fell into neat, perfectly placed lines. Everything was relaxed, numb, emotionless, and logical. It was a perfect state of mind for handling the strange thoughts and experiences he was currently having.

Trinity ... her name rang clearly in his mind. It was like a single drop of water shattered a sheet of frictionless, baron ice that stretched for light years. Amanda had always encouraged Spock in using imagery, calling it a way for humans to better understand tough scenarios. Thus, he could see every hairline fracture, every crevice, every loose piece in the damaged ice.

She is different. He found himself forming that conclusion indefinitely. Trinity Kholer had every reason to be different and unbiased towards the new world she fell into. The image of the ice was gone now, as if it had never existed. Though, its replacement was welcome. Trinity now faced him. Why was he so fixated on her? Strange, naturally mismatched hair, eyes that were every bit as green as his blood, but dabbed with specks of gold and light blue were invading the sanity of his mind. Spock could not understand his misplaced thoughts. She was nothing more than a colleague.

Just a colleague? His mind questioned him. Of course she was. Trinity was of a high intelligence which made her an asset in the working environment. Also, she was unbiased towards his Vulcan heritage, which made them tolerable of one another in close work settings. Another thing Spock noted on several occasions was that, even though she respected his Vulcan parameters, she pushed them in appropriate times. Right? Or had he allowed her to push him?

Emotion reared its illogical head. You enjoy her company.

Spock, in his mind's eye, lifted a Vulcanized brow. Enjoyment was an emotion. He did not enjoy Trinity's company …

You do. It would be illogical to ignore what is a part of you. Guilt, even though he fought the emotion tooth and nail, came to the forefront of his mind for turning on emotion so crudely. His mother lived her entire life, successfully and had a husband and child, both of which claimed to be untied to emotion, with emotion. Spock found himself questioning the true mental strength of Vulcans if they were so uncontrolled that they could not tip emotion without crashing. But wasn't that merely caution as well?

He was turning from his beloved mother. Spock, Vulcan and Human, knew he owed it to her, his mother, to let some simple, harmless emotions course. So, yes, he thought, returning to the previous issue, I do enjoy Dr. Kholer's company. It seemed to be a huge leap in that very second, coming to admit enjoyment.

Admitting it was … enlightening to say the least. Illogical as it sounded, he felt lighter; his head was clearer. Was this Human? This sensation of simply agreeing and feeling?

Clarity was the welcomed outcome, but that hardly explained things. He enjoyed the company of others as well, such as Jim and Leonard. But, he excessively wanted to spend time with the civilian scientist on board. Conversation seemed to be the sufficient way of doing so, Trinity never turning down a question or comment.

Quirky. That was how he saw her, as did other humans, though very personable as well.

Polite. It was illogical to seek her attention more than others, but nevertheless, he did. Another strange discovery. Spock started to explore the idea that maybe he was enjoying the fact she was a female since he was rarely surrounded by the gender anymore in terms of issues not revolving around work. A logical hypothesis, he reminded himself.

Intelligent. That was Trinity's dominating trait. Spock wondered what made her so. Of course many humans were on a natural level, but Trinity surpassed the intellect of her time, merging easily and expertly into his own era. In time, she had potential to be one of the most brilliant.

His eyelids came open, gazing out into his room. Relief filled him; a comfortable and calm emotion flowed in his green veins. Spock arose from the floor and glanced to the clock on the screen of his monitor. For him, it was quite early since he needed little sleep. For humans, it was late, almost the middle of the night.

He walked over to his closet and pulled out a fresh shirt. As he slipped it over his head, he pondered the idea of Trinity being awake, and if she was, where would he find her. Spock left his quarters, abandoning the idea for research in the lab.

Trinity laughed, her hand going over her mouth trying to be less noticeable in the breakfast crowd of the mess hall. Today the eating area was considerably crowded. Despite the crude hours, there was a joyous atmosphere and everything was light and airy. Trinity couldn't help but revel in the feeling.

At her side sat Kingsley, this being the morning she had agreed to eat breakfast with him. He kept telling her stories of his academy days, something she immensely enjoyed. Her own college days had been mediocre, with a few memorable times, but nothing like how he was telling her. A lot of her missed experiences were due to the fact that had accelerated through college as she had through high school, having her Ph.D. at twenty-four.

"So after we totaled the Commander's antique vehicle, we basically knew we were screwed." Trinity laughed and shook her head.

"I can only imagine what he did to you! Good grief. I don't think I could have shown my face after that."

Kingsley shrugged with a grin, "It was hard."

Kingsley's mischievous face switched. Trinity looked behind her to see Spock standing with a tray in his hands. Instantly she smiled, "Sit." There was no surprise for her to see Spock and she assumed Kingsley wouldn't mind at all. The Vulcan man was one of her best friends on the ship and she enjoyed his company to no bounds.

Spock took the seat beside Trinity. Kingsley looked unsettled suddenly, "Good morning Commander."

The pointy eared man nodded, "Greetings Ensign." Spock took a sip of his tea, looking to Trinity instead of the Ensign he addressed. His brown eyes roamed over her briefly. Today he noted she had opted for jeans and a black v-neck shirt. Those same orbs dipped dangerously low without her noticing to the declination of her shirt's cut. His gaze snapped away instantly to his food, then to the Chinese man across from him.

The narrow eyes met Spock's and the two were caught in a split second war. Kingsley broke the eye contact with the emotionless Vulcan and stood up. Smiling at the blonde woman he said, "Sorry to cut our meal short, I've got a few things to attend to before I'm on duty."

Trinity, unaware of the strange grudge match, just nodded and bid him farewell. With that she twisted herself around to face Spock. "So, how are you this morning Commander?" It pleased her to no end to be cheeky with Spock, calling him commander for once.

Spock did not notice and said, "I am satisfactory. What about your wellbeing Dr. Kholer?"

Rolling her eyes at him she shrugged, "Good as I'm going to get." Trinity only said it because she knew Spock would make a strange, yet logical comment.

Like clockwork, Spock said, "Dr. Kholer, it is logical to assume that this is not when your endorphins are at their high. Thus, this is not as 'good as it is going to get', as you said."

Trinity broke out into a wild grin, laughing and shaking her head, "Oh Spock, dear, what in Heaven's would I do without you?"

He understood the rhetorical question, but made no comment. Eating breakfast, they discussed their work and what hours they would be in the lab. Lately, Spock found him completing his officer's duties at a higher efficiency rate so he could make it to the lab to work for hours with the intellectual beside him. Affection was indeed odd.

His meditation was helping on this odd predicament. There were pieces of emotion he recognized from his relationship with Nyota, though he would not compare Trinity to her. Still, the pieces were slowly coming together.

Geneva was in one of the labs, examining a few of the new plant species that had been given to the Enterprise from the Star Base. The specimen was painfully curious, having many traits of a fungus with several odd exceptions. She couldn't wait to get some compound scans in later.

Behind her, she heard a swoosh. Coming away from the PADD where she was logging and working, she turned to see her newest assistant. Giving him a brief nod she continued with her work as if nothing ever happened. Today was one of those days that if everyone left her alone, she would have been happy. The next few hours passed and he left. This analyzing was taking longer than she thought.

The morning was still in full swing, not close enough to the "afternoon" for her tastes. Grumbling, she went a removed a small piece of the substance to run a few chemical tests. Geneva placed it in the containment and went to attach the chemicals. With her luck, they were out.

Rolling her eyes she went into a supply room adjacent to the lab. Of course what she needed was on an upper level. While trying her damnedest to get some vials, another swoosh of the door went unnoticed by her.

Standing in the door of the supply room was Bones. His eyes quirked and he scoffed. "St. Claire," he barked in that deep southern drawl. This was enough to startle Geneva who effectively fell backwards. The man behind her rushed, grabbing her just in time to throw them both on the floor.

Both groaned, before becoming fully aware of their predicament. In Bones attempt to catch her, he did so, but from the back. While one arm was clutch around her waist, another had snaked under her arm, effectively grasping a soft breast. Geneva laid on top of him.

Blue eyes followed down to see the sight of accidently being groped. Bones who was still on the floor suddenly found that Geneva had rolled off of him, slapping him across one cheek, flustered, "You pervert! Gah!" Coming to a stand she almost kicked him, but refrained from doing so.

Bones who now had a stinging cheek on top of his bruised bottom grunted and pulled himself together, then to his feet. "What the hell's wrong with you St. Claire? I'm a freakin' doctor, not damn punching bag! Good God woman! Why'd ya do that 'ere for?" He was just a livid.

Geneva snarled and stared. Well … she was just angry! And he startled her! Wasn't that reason enough? In a defensive state of mind she turned around and grabbed what she needed, leaving the stupid closet. Soon afterwards, Bones followed her, his own supplies in tow. Flustered she started chopping up pieces of the specimen and dotting chemicals on before placing each in its own container. All the while she was aware of the piercing eyes of Leonard McCoy.

When she was finished, she turned around. He was still there, arms crossed. Why was he waiting on her? "You know St. Claire, you've got a lotta nerve. What the hell gets someone with your amount of training so damn riled? Hmm? You know, you better finish your little Easy Bake kit goin' on 'ere cause I'll be needin' you in the lab later this evening." With that, he left.

Geneva raised an eyebrow and sighed. What did get someone like her riled up? She knew the answer, but she'd be damn if he ever found out.

Awwwww! Spock ... almost has a crush : D And what the heck is with Geneva? Kinda mental isn't she?

Oh and Kingsley and Spock! Man oh man, I hope they don't get into it ; D

Live Long and Prosper!