Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the OCs, the town (though it is
modeled after a town in the French Alps I stayed at last summer), and
anything else you do not recognize. Spock's Romulan name and the woman's
name come from some Voyager books I read.
This is a response to a challenge from the TOS Fanfiction Yahoo Group. It is a Spock/OC love/hate story, and I will try not to get carried away with the romance like I usually do! It takes place early in the twenty-fourth century, fifty or so years before the TNG era. R&R please!
Spock's POV:
Spock sat in the aircar, waiting for the Romulan he was supposed to meet. The woman, whoever she was, was taking him to a small town in some mountains where it was rumored that there was a pro-unification group. He and the woman were being sent from the unofficial unification headquarters in the capital city to this town to find out if the rumors were true and if so, to tell them about their friends in the capital.
The town, by name Telzah, was very small and considered only a vacation spot. The year-round population was very small, around five hundred, but there were several little chalets. It was not very technological, as most of the people had jobs with the Romulan equivalent of cows. It was in the mountains, and those mountains were the best places for skiing in the winter on Romulus. It was late summer, and Spock and the Romulan were to stay as long as needed.
They were to pretend to be a husband and wife on a vacation, away from all the hustle and bustle of the capital. Spock was to go by the name Telek. The Romulan woman would keep her own name. And it appeared like that was her coming from the distance. She drew nearer, and Spock saw that she was very pretty, though she showed a distressing amount of emotion on her face.
"You are Spock, I presume?" she said, standing outside the entrance to the aircar.
"Indeed," Spock replied. "And what is your name?"
"Jekri," she said as she tossed with bags without any particular care into the back.
"Please try not to put anything on the burgundy colored bag. It contains some very sensitive equipment," Spock told Jekri.
"Your bag is fine, Spock," Jekri said impatiently. "Remind me why we can't just transport to the chalet?"
"People do not transport to vacations like this," Spock explained. "They like the drive, for the scenery and the joy of being together."
"If I get airsick, it's your fault," she said shrugging and flopping down on the seat next to him. Spock could already tell that he was not going to get along with Jekri. She seemed more of the Doctor McCoy type of person. This was going to be one very long aircar journey.
Jekri's POV:
Jekri shot another glance at the Vulcan sitting beside her. Were all Vulcans such perfectionists? They had to do it properly, so they had to go in an aircar. She hated those things because she always seems to get sick on them. She could not touch his burgundy bag because there were delicate instruments. She had tossed all her bags in and not even looked where they had landed. And now they were just sitting there. In silence. Completely bored.
"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Jekri asked at last. (A/N: Or whatever the twenty-fourth century equivalent of a radio is!)
"No," Spock said. Jekri quickly tuned into her favorite station and turned up the volume. That was better. She could not stand silence. She looked at Spock and saw him flinch at the volume.
"Is it too loud?" she asked.
"What?" Spock replied.
"Is it too loud?"
"I cannot hear you."
"Do you want me to turn it down?"
"What?" Jekri sighed and leaned over.
"IS THE MUSIC TOO LOUD?" she screamed in his ear.
"Oh. Yes," he responded.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO TURN IT DOWN?" she asked.
"Indeed."
"Computer, decrease music volume by ten percent," she said. She leaned back, satisfied, missing the annoyed look that passed over Spock's face.
Spock's POV:
This reminded Spock of the time he was on a bus in the twentieth century, and a man had his radio on very loud. Spock had nerve pinched him. If Jekri had not been vital for the success of their plan, he would nerve pinch her too. Did she have to be so careless all the time?
Right now, she had leaned her seat back and closed her eyes and was rocking gently to the music. Were it not for the blaring music, it almost would have been peaceful. Spock decided that he liked her best when she was saying and doing nothing. He decided to use to the time catch up and his reading. He took out a padd and started reading a fascinating report on some obscure science thing that no one else could spell, let alone be interested in.
Eventually, Jekri stopped rocking. Was she asleep? Spock waited a few more minutes. When he was almost positive, he turned off the music. The silence felt wondrous.
"How can you read?" So Jekri was not asleep.
"What do mean?" Spock asked.
"Reading in aircars makes me sick," Jekri said, still not moving or even opening her eyes.
"We must have something different in our bodies," Spock said. He was about to go into an in-depth discussion about balance, but Jekri spoke again.
"That's nice. Can you turn the music back on?"
"I would prefer silence for a time. Vulcan ears must be more sensitive than Romulan ears."
"I am just used to it. My parents always hated my music too. Computer, turn the music back on."
"Computer, keep the music off."
"Turn the music on."
"Keep the music off."
"Music on."
"Music off."
"On!"
"Off."
"On!"
"Off."
"Can you stand not having your way for a few little hours?" Jekri asked in frustration.
"I can."
"Then let me keep the music on."
"No."
"We are supposed to be pretending to be married! A marriage is give-and- take!"
"You may listen to your music if you have headphones," Spock said.
"Fine, fine," Jekri grumbled. She out them on and cranked the volume up again. Spock could still hear it quite clearly. He shook his head and went back to his report, but found himself thinking, 'Only four more hours, only four more hours, only four more hours..."
This is a response to a challenge from the TOS Fanfiction Yahoo Group. It is a Spock/OC love/hate story, and I will try not to get carried away with the romance like I usually do! It takes place early in the twenty-fourth century, fifty or so years before the TNG era. R&R please!
Spock's POV:
Spock sat in the aircar, waiting for the Romulan he was supposed to meet. The woman, whoever she was, was taking him to a small town in some mountains where it was rumored that there was a pro-unification group. He and the woman were being sent from the unofficial unification headquarters in the capital city to this town to find out if the rumors were true and if so, to tell them about their friends in the capital.
The town, by name Telzah, was very small and considered only a vacation spot. The year-round population was very small, around five hundred, but there were several little chalets. It was not very technological, as most of the people had jobs with the Romulan equivalent of cows. It was in the mountains, and those mountains were the best places for skiing in the winter on Romulus. It was late summer, and Spock and the Romulan were to stay as long as needed.
They were to pretend to be a husband and wife on a vacation, away from all the hustle and bustle of the capital. Spock was to go by the name Telek. The Romulan woman would keep her own name. And it appeared like that was her coming from the distance. She drew nearer, and Spock saw that she was very pretty, though she showed a distressing amount of emotion on her face.
"You are Spock, I presume?" she said, standing outside the entrance to the aircar.
"Indeed," Spock replied. "And what is your name?"
"Jekri," she said as she tossed with bags without any particular care into the back.
"Please try not to put anything on the burgundy colored bag. It contains some very sensitive equipment," Spock told Jekri.
"Your bag is fine, Spock," Jekri said impatiently. "Remind me why we can't just transport to the chalet?"
"People do not transport to vacations like this," Spock explained. "They like the drive, for the scenery and the joy of being together."
"If I get airsick, it's your fault," she said shrugging and flopping down on the seat next to him. Spock could already tell that he was not going to get along with Jekri. She seemed more of the Doctor McCoy type of person. This was going to be one very long aircar journey.
Jekri's POV:
Jekri shot another glance at the Vulcan sitting beside her. Were all Vulcans such perfectionists? They had to do it properly, so they had to go in an aircar. She hated those things because she always seems to get sick on them. She could not touch his burgundy bag because there were delicate instruments. She had tossed all her bags in and not even looked where they had landed. And now they were just sitting there. In silence. Completely bored.
"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Jekri asked at last. (A/N: Or whatever the twenty-fourth century equivalent of a radio is!)
"No," Spock said. Jekri quickly tuned into her favorite station and turned up the volume. That was better. She could not stand silence. She looked at Spock and saw him flinch at the volume.
"Is it too loud?" she asked.
"What?" Spock replied.
"Is it too loud?"
"I cannot hear you."
"Do you want me to turn it down?"
"What?" Jekri sighed and leaned over.
"IS THE MUSIC TOO LOUD?" she screamed in his ear.
"Oh. Yes," he responded.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO TURN IT DOWN?" she asked.
"Indeed."
"Computer, decrease music volume by ten percent," she said. She leaned back, satisfied, missing the annoyed look that passed over Spock's face.
Spock's POV:
This reminded Spock of the time he was on a bus in the twentieth century, and a man had his radio on very loud. Spock had nerve pinched him. If Jekri had not been vital for the success of their plan, he would nerve pinch her too. Did she have to be so careless all the time?
Right now, she had leaned her seat back and closed her eyes and was rocking gently to the music. Were it not for the blaring music, it almost would have been peaceful. Spock decided that he liked her best when she was saying and doing nothing. He decided to use to the time catch up and his reading. He took out a padd and started reading a fascinating report on some obscure science thing that no one else could spell, let alone be interested in.
Eventually, Jekri stopped rocking. Was she asleep? Spock waited a few more minutes. When he was almost positive, he turned off the music. The silence felt wondrous.
"How can you read?" So Jekri was not asleep.
"What do mean?" Spock asked.
"Reading in aircars makes me sick," Jekri said, still not moving or even opening her eyes.
"We must have something different in our bodies," Spock said. He was about to go into an in-depth discussion about balance, but Jekri spoke again.
"That's nice. Can you turn the music back on?"
"I would prefer silence for a time. Vulcan ears must be more sensitive than Romulan ears."
"I am just used to it. My parents always hated my music too. Computer, turn the music back on."
"Computer, keep the music off."
"Turn the music on."
"Keep the music off."
"Music on."
"Music off."
"On!"
"Off."
"On!"
"Off."
"Can you stand not having your way for a few little hours?" Jekri asked in frustration.
"I can."
"Then let me keep the music on."
"No."
"We are supposed to be pretending to be married! A marriage is give-and- take!"
"You may listen to your music if you have headphones," Spock said.
"Fine, fine," Jekri grumbled. She out them on and cranked the volume up again. Spock could still hear it quite clearly. He shook his head and went back to his report, but found himself thinking, 'Only four more hours, only four more hours, only four more hours..."
