Saavik stood in the doorway of
the room she and Spock had been given. It was tiny, with barely enough
room for the bed, dresser, and small desk. Spock stood behind her,
waiting for her to enter the room. "Saavik," he prompted, "don't just
stand there." Saavik waited another two minutes before entering.
Spock sat at the desk, pulling a handful of padds out of his pocket. Saavik tried to pace, but the room was too cramped. "I'm going outside," she announced.
"Put your shoes on," Spock reminded her. She kicked them under the bed.
The villagers were quite friendly, willing to answer questions or simply let her observe. They treated Saavik with respect, reverence even, and she didn't understand why. The translator continued to make hash of their language, however, and she never really understood the answers the villagers gave her. She did understand their requests not to wander the forest alone, which made her want to do so all the more.
"Where are you going?" Spock demanded, his eyes still closed as he lay on the bed. Saavik paused in the doorway.
"Out."
"Put your shoes on." He had learned long ago not to restrict her nighttime activities. She never slept unless absolutely necessary, and it was impossible for her to keep still. Outdoors was the only place big enough to satisfy her.
Saavik left the village swiftly, making no sound as she moved. The planet was a basic earth-type, and so far Saavik had encountered no evidence of nighttime predators or other nasty surprises, not counting the vague half-translated warnings of the villagers. She moved from shadow to shadow, senses alert, her quick mind absorbing, processing, and analyzing her surroundings. She prowled restlessly, going nowhere in particular, waiting for something to catch her interest. It was early, just before dawn, when a looming shadow and the rustle of an early riser suddenly reminded her of It. Suddenly terrified, she ran back to the village, finding the small house she was staying in and crawling under the covers. A hand gripped her shoulder and she screamed, clawing at Its face.
She blinked and sat up when Spock turned the light on. She winced when she saw the green trails of blood flowing like tearstains down his face.
"Saavikam, calm down." He waited until she met his gaze. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she mumbled, turning away. He turned her head until she faced him again.
"It was not 'nothing,' Saavikam. You came running in here as though the Eater of Souls himself was after you. Tell me what happened."
"NOTHING!" she shouted. "Just leave me alone!"
"Saavik –"
"I hate you! You never let me do anything! All you do is ask questions! I hate you! Leave me alone!" Saavik pushed Spock aside and ran out of the room, determined not to cry.
Spock sat at the desk, pulling a handful of padds out of his pocket. Saavik tried to pace, but the room was too cramped. "I'm going outside," she announced.
"Put your shoes on," Spock reminded her. She kicked them under the bed.
The villagers were quite friendly, willing to answer questions or simply let her observe. They treated Saavik with respect, reverence even, and she didn't understand why. The translator continued to make hash of their language, however, and she never really understood the answers the villagers gave her. She did understand their requests not to wander the forest alone, which made her want to do so all the more.
"Where are you going?" Spock demanded, his eyes still closed as he lay on the bed. Saavik paused in the doorway.
"Out."
"Put your shoes on." He had learned long ago not to restrict her nighttime activities. She never slept unless absolutely necessary, and it was impossible for her to keep still. Outdoors was the only place big enough to satisfy her.
Saavik left the village swiftly, making no sound as she moved. The planet was a basic earth-type, and so far Saavik had encountered no evidence of nighttime predators or other nasty surprises, not counting the vague half-translated warnings of the villagers. She moved from shadow to shadow, senses alert, her quick mind absorbing, processing, and analyzing her surroundings. She prowled restlessly, going nowhere in particular, waiting for something to catch her interest. It was early, just before dawn, when a looming shadow and the rustle of an early riser suddenly reminded her of It. Suddenly terrified, she ran back to the village, finding the small house she was staying in and crawling under the covers. A hand gripped her shoulder and she screamed, clawing at Its face.
She blinked and sat up when Spock turned the light on. She winced when she saw the green trails of blood flowing like tearstains down his face.
"Saavikam, calm down." He waited until she met his gaze. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she mumbled, turning away. He turned her head until she faced him again.
"It was not 'nothing,' Saavikam. You came running in here as though the Eater of Souls himself was after you. Tell me what happened."
"NOTHING!" she shouted. "Just leave me alone!"
"Saavik –"
"I hate you! You never let me do anything! All you do is ask questions! I hate you! Leave me alone!" Saavik pushed Spock aside and ran out of the room, determined not to cry.