The Hopper
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
Deneb knew someone was at her door before it chimed. She considered for an instant not admitting whoever it was, but then decided that would be rude. That was not a good idea right now.
"Come" she called softly. The door opened and the Vulcan walked in.
"Spock" she said without turning around. She could feel his Vulcan- self through her back.
"Good evening" he responded simply. She sighed heavily, realizing he wasn't going to get to the point unless she made him, so she turned around and crossed her arms.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"Well, what?" Spock asked.
"Well, what do you want?" Deneb rolled her eyes.
"The Captain sent me. He wanted to know if you would like to go to the galley for dinner" Spock answered evenly. Deneb frowned.
"How kind of him" She gave Spock a second look, "What're you really here for, Vulcan? You don't trust me, do you?"
"I do not have a reason not to trust you" Spock replied. He was standing straight, with his hands behind his back.
"No. But you don't have any reason to trust me either. The logical thing to do would be to hold any judgment until further evidence can be acquired" She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes.
"That is logical" Spock returned. All of the sudden Deneb laughed. She was sure she had quite confused Mr. Spock, but he was so much like T'Pol it was nearly amazing. She too had fought with her emotions, though she didn't realize it as so. Maybe there were throwbacks in the Vulcan evolutionary line, Deneb thought. T'Pol didn't mind being around the humans so much. She had gotten used to the smell, the constant use of emotion, the erratic and very illogical behavior. And in fact, Deneb had deduced, she even liked it! And here she was facing another Vulcan, and underneath it all, Deneb sensed he truly enjoyed being among humans. He enjoyed their erratic behavior, their constant use of emotion and every illogical thing they did.
Spock did indeed raise an eyebrow at the strange woman. As the Captain had commented upon, she was attractive enough with very long chestnut-red hair, green eyes a rosy complexion and full lips. She had finely arched eyebrows that Spock could tell were not "shaped", well defined jaw line and an indescribable nose. It wasn't particularly anything, not long nor short, wide nor thing, perky nor down. She had the look of a person who used to smile often and had little chance to anymore.
"What do you find so amusing?" Spock asked.
"You, Mr. Spock, you!" She stopped chortling, "You remind me of T'Pol"
"I?" Spock could hardly believe that he would in any way remind anyone of one of the first and most successful diplomats in human history, except for the fact that they were Vulcan.
"Yes" Deneb approached him, put a hand on his shoulder, "She liked humans too" She said and then walked past him out into the corridor. Spock raised an eyebrow and put that comment away in the back of his mind for further analysis later.
"Well, are we going to dinner or not?" she asked. Spock turned and led her to the galley where the crew was enjoying their dinner. The Captain was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah, Miss Darling!" The Doctor approached, "How're you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you, Dr...." Deneb realized she hadn't officially caught his name.
"McCoy" the Doctor replied, offering his hand, "Lenard McCoy. Let me introduce you to some more of the crew" He crossed the room, leaving Spock standing by himself, to a small group settled around a table.
"Deneb Darling, this is Uhura, Communications Officer" The lovely black woman nodded serenely. Deneb knew she would like her. Well, if she stayed long enough to get the chance to anyway.
"This is our Chief Engineer, Montgomery Scott"
"Call me Scotty" the man held out his hand and Deneb enthusiastically shook it.
"You're Scottish!" she exclaimed.
"Aye, that I am, lassie" he grinned.
"Ah, there's nothing like a good Highlander to have about a place" Deneb smiled her best smile. She immediately trusted Celts.
"Aye! I think I'm going to like you, lass!" Scotty exclaimed happily, with a smug grin for his companions.
"I entirely hope so, Scotty. I won't have it said I was disliked by any Scot" Deneb nodded emphatically.
"And this is Yeoman Rand" McCoy nodded at the young blonde seated facing Uhura.
"Hello!" she said gaily. Deneb bobbed her head back.
"Well, what would you like to eat, my dear?" McCoy asked.
"Oh, whatever" she answered distractedly.
"Would you care to join us, lass?" Scott offered, pulling two more chairs up to the table for she and the Doctor. Deneb took a seat. There were other crewmen (and women) in the galley. It was apparently the entertainment facility on board. There were people playing games, playing music and singing, people just sitting around talking. The atmosphere was very relaxed, enjoyable. This was not the militaristic type ship the original Enterprise had been. Deneb breathed a sigh of relief. She felt somewhat safe here. She figured, at least, that no one was going to kidnap her for experiments. She'd gone through that one too many times.
"Here you are my dear" McCoy handed her a tray with an appetizing dish and she immediately began to eat. She was quiet for the first part of the meal, just listening to the people around her, adjusting as quickly as she could to the new circumstances. But then her companions began to draw her into the conversation, mostly considerate about keeping to topics she would be able to hold her own in, like literature and music. Whenever they went off on something she'd never heard about she'd start asking questions. As a result she was fairly calm when the doors slid open and the Captain walked in. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his. He stopped just inside the door and looked at her for a minute. Deneb felt a new vibe enter the air, and it wasn't just him. It had something to do with her too. She didn't like the feeling to much.
Then Kirk turned away and went to sit with Spock who was by himself. He ignored her for the rest of the night, Deneb noticed. She wondered why.
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
Deneb knew someone was at her door before it chimed. She considered for an instant not admitting whoever it was, but then decided that would be rude. That was not a good idea right now.
"Come" she called softly. The door opened and the Vulcan walked in.
"Spock" she said without turning around. She could feel his Vulcan- self through her back.
"Good evening" he responded simply. She sighed heavily, realizing he wasn't going to get to the point unless she made him, so she turned around and crossed her arms.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"Well, what?" Spock asked.
"Well, what do you want?" Deneb rolled her eyes.
"The Captain sent me. He wanted to know if you would like to go to the galley for dinner" Spock answered evenly. Deneb frowned.
"How kind of him" She gave Spock a second look, "What're you really here for, Vulcan? You don't trust me, do you?"
"I do not have a reason not to trust you" Spock replied. He was standing straight, with his hands behind his back.
"No. But you don't have any reason to trust me either. The logical thing to do would be to hold any judgment until further evidence can be acquired" She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes.
"That is logical" Spock returned. All of the sudden Deneb laughed. She was sure she had quite confused Mr. Spock, but he was so much like T'Pol it was nearly amazing. She too had fought with her emotions, though she didn't realize it as so. Maybe there were throwbacks in the Vulcan evolutionary line, Deneb thought. T'Pol didn't mind being around the humans so much. She had gotten used to the smell, the constant use of emotion, the erratic and very illogical behavior. And in fact, Deneb had deduced, she even liked it! And here she was facing another Vulcan, and underneath it all, Deneb sensed he truly enjoyed being among humans. He enjoyed their erratic behavior, their constant use of emotion and every illogical thing they did.
Spock did indeed raise an eyebrow at the strange woman. As the Captain had commented upon, she was attractive enough with very long chestnut-red hair, green eyes a rosy complexion and full lips. She had finely arched eyebrows that Spock could tell were not "shaped", well defined jaw line and an indescribable nose. It wasn't particularly anything, not long nor short, wide nor thing, perky nor down. She had the look of a person who used to smile often and had little chance to anymore.
"What do you find so amusing?" Spock asked.
"You, Mr. Spock, you!" She stopped chortling, "You remind me of T'Pol"
"I?" Spock could hardly believe that he would in any way remind anyone of one of the first and most successful diplomats in human history, except for the fact that they were Vulcan.
"Yes" Deneb approached him, put a hand on his shoulder, "She liked humans too" She said and then walked past him out into the corridor. Spock raised an eyebrow and put that comment away in the back of his mind for further analysis later.
"Well, are we going to dinner or not?" she asked. Spock turned and led her to the galley where the crew was enjoying their dinner. The Captain was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah, Miss Darling!" The Doctor approached, "How're you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you, Dr...." Deneb realized she hadn't officially caught his name.
"McCoy" the Doctor replied, offering his hand, "Lenard McCoy. Let me introduce you to some more of the crew" He crossed the room, leaving Spock standing by himself, to a small group settled around a table.
"Deneb Darling, this is Uhura, Communications Officer" The lovely black woman nodded serenely. Deneb knew she would like her. Well, if she stayed long enough to get the chance to anyway.
"This is our Chief Engineer, Montgomery Scott"
"Call me Scotty" the man held out his hand and Deneb enthusiastically shook it.
"You're Scottish!" she exclaimed.
"Aye, that I am, lassie" he grinned.
"Ah, there's nothing like a good Highlander to have about a place" Deneb smiled her best smile. She immediately trusted Celts.
"Aye! I think I'm going to like you, lass!" Scotty exclaimed happily, with a smug grin for his companions.
"I entirely hope so, Scotty. I won't have it said I was disliked by any Scot" Deneb nodded emphatically.
"And this is Yeoman Rand" McCoy nodded at the young blonde seated facing Uhura.
"Hello!" she said gaily. Deneb bobbed her head back.
"Well, what would you like to eat, my dear?" McCoy asked.
"Oh, whatever" she answered distractedly.
"Would you care to join us, lass?" Scott offered, pulling two more chairs up to the table for she and the Doctor. Deneb took a seat. There were other crewmen (and women) in the galley. It was apparently the entertainment facility on board. There were people playing games, playing music and singing, people just sitting around talking. The atmosphere was very relaxed, enjoyable. This was not the militaristic type ship the original Enterprise had been. Deneb breathed a sigh of relief. She felt somewhat safe here. She figured, at least, that no one was going to kidnap her for experiments. She'd gone through that one too many times.
"Here you are my dear" McCoy handed her a tray with an appetizing dish and she immediately began to eat. She was quiet for the first part of the meal, just listening to the people around her, adjusting as quickly as she could to the new circumstances. But then her companions began to draw her into the conversation, mostly considerate about keeping to topics she would be able to hold her own in, like literature and music. Whenever they went off on something she'd never heard about she'd start asking questions. As a result she was fairly calm when the doors slid open and the Captain walked in. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his. He stopped just inside the door and looked at her for a minute. Deneb felt a new vibe enter the air, and it wasn't just him. It had something to do with her too. She didn't like the feeling to much.
Then Kirk turned away and went to sit with Spock who was by himself. He ignored her for the rest of the night, Deneb noticed. She wondered why.
