Title: Stunned
Words: 5,010
Rating: T; Just in Case but really is G rated
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Characters: [Spock and Christine. [Pairing]]
Summary: Spock makes a ... Stunning discovery.
Chapter 1: Irrationality
Summary:
At this rate he would be mediating for a week straight.
Oh Surak...
'Stunned'
No, this word, could not describe the microscopic touch of feelings that were compassing him. For it edged on his brief subconscious fore thoughts.
Yes... there were 'feelings.'
Unfortunately.
The illogical urging to go over and ask for a dance would not cease to repeat in his mind. For he had not danced with anyone else that evening and nor would he be asked to do so.
Dancing was a waste of caloric energy.
Curiosity.
The at whim notions that plagued the minds of many of his crew members were foreign to him. No reasoning could account for his actions in such a manner as this.
Regaining control was a necessity.
It was in fact a must.
A mus-
The scene unfolding on the opposing side of the room- it paused his process. Crew members. The diplomatic rehearsal. The topic at hand. Members of the crew were waiting in an unbecoming line just to have a dance with her.
Control slipped. Something webbed through his mind. It was familiar. Tendrils dug within deeper resonating. Was this not akin to frustration... perhaps even jealously?
Illogical.
Blinking in rapid succession; there, an attempt to draw his mind at the center of the conversation was made. This irrational behavior will stop. It would be regrettable for anyone to notice his lapse in character; lest, the good Doctor would be becoming involved in his 'feelings.' Which, at the most the Doctor was already too at far invested in his 'feelings' -or the lack there of- for the well being of the crew, and or the sanity of all Vulcan's who beheld McCoy.
For Vulcan's do not possess 'emotions'.
Although.
Contradictory to that philosophy, here he was experiencing the unfamiliar sensation. Or in simplicity, an emotion. A emotion he couldn't seem to describe to a proper assessment. Not that he could describe or define any feeling that overwhelmed him at anytime to a point of exact reference. This in contrary, was new.
Fascinatingly enough, the sensation was refreshing. One might describe it as- No. Stop.
Exhale.
He was a Vulcan. Meaningless deductions were something he would not give in to.
The 'human' side -many, such as the Doctor, tried to examine in too close of parameters- was causing undue distress. Extra meditative time would be necessary. Tonight.
The few mental guards settling in to place were ripped to a metaphorical shred. A certain name was mentioned multiple times, and the deep realm of thought that ensnared his mind drifted away.
"Chris, can tell you more about- Mister Spock- Sir, are you okay?"
Stiffing.
"Quite alright. Apologies."
He had stopped listening. Miss Harper had been detailing the current findings on the most recent lab experiment. How regrettable.
"Momentarily I was distracted. Please do go on. What about Miss... Christine?"
A simple nod is all that it takes before she's looking in the direction just moments before he had been unknowingly gazing out at.
If anything was taken note of as to where his momentary lack of attention could have been it was not made known. The crew in majority were either respectful of his boundaries or were too frightened to be anything but stoic. Nonetheless, being caught in the act of staring out at the eloquent Christine would do no good towards his Vulcan appearance.
Miss Harper took a sip of her tea before facing himself once more.
Oh.
'Eloquent'.
This night was indeed peculiar.
"Well. Sir, with all due respect if you are curious as to the statistics, Chris would be better suited at relaying the information than I could. Especially so, seeing as she is partly overseeing this particular project."
"Overseeing the project?"
"Didn't you know?"
Raising an obligated eyebrow, "If I had known Miss Harper, I would not have reinstated your statement as a question."
Watching as a snort accompanied with it a smile, there was the usual lack of understanding as to why this situation was so humorous. Then again, that did tend to be what followed along in the guidelines of human nature, or as so of what he had learned. It would be illogical to try and figure out human nature since human nature in of itself was so irrational.
Once Miss Harper regained her composure a smile edged her face, "Well, what I had been saying... Chris can tell you more about the current labs than I can. I've told you everything that I know about this specific experiment. Its not unusual for her to tap in on a lot of experiments. Again, nothing unusual, although it is definitely her workaholic tendencies on her part. That can be concerning at times, but shes rather helpful. Just uh, please be discreet about the 'overseer' nickname she would be actually quite embarrassed rather than flattered."
"I shall be of discretion. Nonetheless," A pause.
A snarl forcibly was stopped as another ensign asked Christine for a dance.
Control was needed, and now.
Breathing, it was reminded to himself that Christine was permitted to do whatever she willed, within the limits of regulations of course. There was nothing he could do about it, then again not that he was to. Then, perhaps violation could be found in the current act she was undertaking. That way- Blinking he willed the rapid pace of his mind to cease.
Taking a word from Leonard, 'Ridiculous'.
"It seems that Chris- Miss Chapel, " He slightly paused correcting himself, "...is far to busy in her other endeavors to stop and have a 'chat' about th-"
"If its 'chatting' your after Mr. Spock I- never mind." Miss Harper interrupted herself mid-sentence looking away. A red flush rose upon her cheeks.
Was this what humans referred to as blushing? Miss Harpers face did now hold a darker hue from a rush of blood to her cheeks.
"Miss Harper I am indeed curious as to what you have to say?"
"Its nothing, its much too,-" Miss Harper paused seeming to try and find the correct words, "...callous and an embarrassing of a thing for me to say. Especially to you. And especially considering since your a higher ranking officer."
Feigning innocence, "As for embarrassment Miss Harper, do I need to remind you that is an emotion I am not familiar with. Also, for being a 'higher ranking officer' it is known as fact that it has never impeded you to, as one might say," Borrowing a commonly used human expression, " 'speak your mind' before."
After a pause.
"Fine then." Miss Harper muttered hesitantly with what she was about to say. Could it really be so sensitive in nature?
"If you would like me to be quite frank, I will just say this once." He watched as she paused continuing. "In order to chat or discuss the lab experiment, just simply ask her for a dance. How hard could that be?"
"A dance?" He inquired ignoring whom ever this 'Frank' was.
"Yes a dance!" Miss Harper exclaimed now sounding almost... was it exasperated? Was there something that he was failing to grasp in her meaning?
"Please tell me you know how to dance Sir?"
Nodding, "Yes, Miss Harper. I do know the Terran act of 'dancing'. I was quite endowed at a young age from the insistence of my Mother."
"Well? Then whats stopping you? She's there -available might I add- you have two feet, she has two feet-"
Slightly tenting his brows, "I have witnessed the act of Edosian's dancing, to say that the art of dance is effected by the amount of ones feet Miss Ha-"
"It was a expression."
"What I'm trying to say -and obviously failing at- is that if Chris had to choose to dance with any person out of this whole ship, or even the whole galaxy for that matter she would rather dance with you-" A stutter resonated,"-to uhh... of- uh OF course to talk about science of course. Particularly Chemistry..." Miss Harper adds lowering her voice at the end giving a slight eyebrow waggle.
What was that look in the ensigns eyes? Or eyebrows for that matter? It was the same look Jim would give when he wasn't fully understanding a situation at hand. Especially a situation in the emotional aspect.
"I shall give it due consideration." He pauses. "In what your proposing, how does one approach her with-"
"Hey Lousie!" Someone called over to Miss Harper.
"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry I have to go. I promised-" Miss Harper suddenly shot a look between himself and the young man hurriedly.
"It is alright Miss Harper. Go on ahead."
"Ok then." She nodded obviously with nervousness. "Have a good evening Mr. Spock. Also, if you want my advice... Don't wait too long." Miss Harper waved fluttering her fingers before taking off towards the young man.
Ah, that was her fiancee was it not?
What exactly had Miss Harper meant to convey when she said, 'Don't wait too long?' There was no time limits on the lab report he had read. Hmm, perhaps after meditation he should endeavor to read the reports again.
'Fiancee'
That word resonated in his mind in that moment. Why was that ideal so prevalent as of the moment? He was more accustomed to the term 'betrothed'. The term 'fiancee' should hold no significance.
Ah.
Had not Christine lost her own fiancee as of misfortune recent occurrences? Perhaps that is why she is allowing herself the pleasure of dancing. For he had never seen her participate in such an act until now. Of course, not that he had been observing her at such functions...
Christine did seem to be enjoying herself if her wide smile was anything to go by. The dress she wore was a light chiffon yellow that was a bit modest compared to anyone else. Considering at how much the dress did cling to her sides it was a bit wary at how many suitors had asked for a dance placing their hand on her sides. The very place he would have his own hand to be placed if he were to ask her the same. Now having blood rush to his own face at such thoughts he looked away from Christi- Miss Chapel.
At this rate he would be mediating for a week straight.
Oh Surak...
Shaking his head he chided himself. For what reason was all this important? Right now, an updated report for the most recent project was necessary.
Perhaps something to drink would help to settle his raging thoughts.
Yes, something to drink indeed. Also, some thought on how to approach Christine without imposing upon her and her would be then partner would be necessary.
Very necessary for someone else approached Christine.