The Letters
Christine
At the beginning of our fourth year, Star Fleet recalled the Enterprise's mission to be upgraded with the newest technology and bells and whistles. Now, it would last only another five months instead of a full year.
"Christine, what are you going to do now that the Enterprise is going back home," Dr. Leonard McCoy inquired of me.
"A good question, Len," I replied, unsure of my future as I had pondered it, "maybe med school?"
"Exactly, what I was thinking, Christine!"
"I am not 100% sure that's the correct path for me. Maybe I should return to research," I uneasily remarked, frowning at McCoy's enthusiasm.
Dr. McCoy spent two weeks non stop persuading me until I finally completed the application just to shut him up. He used his influence to assist my entrance to Med school because I was a non-traditional candidate to become a doctor as I was a couple years shy of thirty and my previous experience was as a nurse. Two months later SF accepted me, and I decided that I would go.
The day that Captain Kirk informed us of SF's decision to shorten our mission I made a pact with myself that I would give Mr. Spock all of my letters that I had written to him despite what happened on the Platonian planet.
Two weeks before the end of our mission
Spock
Since the incidents with the Platonians, my emotions were awry and unmanageable to some extent. It became excruciatingly obvious to me that I needed to go through kohlinar, the Vulcan practice to purge my emotions after my dalliance with Zarabeth due to my surrender to my most primal desires. Besides that, my care and concern for Christine was too deep and I found myself searching for her at times and even dreaming about her. I made plans to go to Vulcan to begin kohlinar following the end of our mission.
One particularly exhausting day where everything that could go wrong, did, and I returned to my quarters agitated. Plus my mind couldn't seem to focus on anything but Christine after I saw her a couple of days ago. Again, she purposely avoided me.
I began meditating when I arrived in my quarters, but I still couldn't focus. That's when I saw the envelope under my door. Curious, I stood up and retrieved it. The nondescript white envelope said "Spock" in human cursive handwriting.
"Dear Spock,
I wanted to share with you my thoughts and feelings about our interactions during the last four years before the end of our mission. Christine."
"Christine?" I repeated puzzled, raising an eyebrow and I felt my pulse height rapidly along with my heart rate. I felt a glimmer of hope.
Cautiously I pulled the letters out and began to read them. A few of the first ones were poems-
"Why does one fall in love with a Vulcan?
Is it your precise way of speaking,
Or your limitless knowledge?"
A warmness enveloped my heart as I completely read her first diary entry and I immediately turned to the next page, this time called "A Journey to Babel". As I recalled,the Enterprise transferred different species to a Star Fleet convention,including Ambassador Sarek and my mother. I found her point of the view fascinating, and especially her thoughts about my actions during Pon Farr. Christine did not know that those fires of desire burned ferociously for her in my heart still, actually probably strengthened for her since that time two and a half years later. As I finished reading the letters, my heartbeat skipped and my breath almost caught in my throat a few times. I didn't even read the last one entitled "Plato's Stepchildren" as I had to go to Christine and speak with her. Now.
Pressing the doorbell to her room, I took a deep breath and realized that I didn't care about the consequences. I had to inform Christine of my fervent feelings for her.